Sir Des Shaw? Mr. Hibbert Hall? Who are these people? I don't know them at all … Klein pretended not to have any doubts and said half-jokingly,
"I hope they can bring blue skies and sunlight to Baekeland."
"Yes, although it's everyone's freedom to burn anything in their fireplace, and it's a right granted by the law, blue skies and sunlight are more desirable things." Luke Sammer, a member of the Soot Reduction Association, echoed with a sigh and pointed to the rented carriage. "We should head over. Mary is in desperate need of some help."
Stelyn Sammer pretended to be reserved and added, "Perhaps there will be members of parliament attending the banquet.
"Perhaps a Member of Parliament will attend the banquet. The Backlund region or the kingdom."
"I can imagine how grand this banquet will be," Klein politely complimented as he watched the Sammers get into the carriage and leave.
Just as he turned around and was about to head for the mailbox at the end of the street, a postman in a dark green uniform arrived in a carriage and delivered a letter to the mailbox at his door.
My letter? Klein took out a bunch of keys and casually chose the one with an ancient design and a luster that was almost brass.
Ka-cha!
The Master Key easily opened the mailbox.
I can only bring this key when I go out in the future … Klein mumbled as he took out the newspaper he had subscribed to and the letter from before.
This letter was from Eichinger Stanton.
Yesterday, he had also flipped through the old unsolved serial murder cases and picked out the most suspicious ones. Through the police department, he had preliminarily confirmed the current situation of the corresponding suspects. Therefore, he wrote to Klein, Kaslana, and other private detectives who were interested in this direction to share his findings.
This included the two cases that Klein had paid attention to.
Famous detectives think alike … I wrote the letter for nothing … Klein mocked himself and returned to the living room.
According to Eichinger's description, many people had been investigated for the random murder of the late returnees, but they had never been able to lock onto the suspect. After so many years, it was already very difficult and hopeless to find new clues.
Among the four suspects in the other case, one of them was a teenager whose mother was also a victim. She was a prostitute, single, and had only one child. He had been abused by his mother, and he was the police's first suspect. However, less than half a year after the case, he was seriously injured in a gang fight in the East Side and died in the surgery room of the charity hospital.
His body was burned to ashes and buried in the cemetery.
In this way, it was impossible for him to be related to the current serial murder case.
If it wasn't cremated, I would definitely dig up the grave to confirm it … Klein seriously considered the possibility of the corpse coming back to life.
Of the remaining three suspects, one had moved several times in the past few years, and the police had lost track of his situation. They needed more time to track him down. One had gone through bankruptcy and moved from North Borough to East Borough. The other had maintained his original state and was still running a grocery store on the same street.
Klein took out another piece of paper and first described the corresponding situation. Then, he asked the recipient to secretly observe the two suspects who had specific addresses. He emphasized, "There are two suspects in this case."
He emphasized, "The murderers of serial murder cases are cruel, vicious, and aggressive. Please be careful and don't get too close to them. Observe them like you're just an ordinary neighbor."
"The information I need is their recent mental state, such as whether they are irritable, like to lock themselves in their rooms, rarely communicate with others, and whether they have beaten others."
This was also the information he had obtained from the Sun. After every murder, the Devil would follow the requirements of the ritual and eat the victim's internal organs. It would remain in a state of bloodthirsty mania, wanting to harm others until a new victim appeared.
After emphasizing the need to pay attention to their own safety, Klein folded the letter, stuffed it into a new envelope, and stuck a black stamp on the surface.
Then, he wrote down the name of the recipient:
"Detective Stuart."
...
In Empress Borough, Earl Of Hall's luxurious villa.
Susie was sprawled in a corner of the study, observing her surroundings in a seemingly bored manner.
Earl Of Hall, whose belly was bulging, took a puff of his pipe and said to the eldest son in front of him,
"Hibbert, do you know why I insisted on letting you enter the National Atmospheric Pollution Council?"
Hibbert Hall had already thought about it and replied,
"Do you wish to influence the formulation of the relevant laws and policies?"
"No, although I'm the second largest shareholder of the Constant Coal and Steel Consortium, I don't care too much about this problem. I've long been urging them to make the corresponding adjustments. Tackling air pollution is the trend of the future. I have no doubt about this. "
"Hibbert, although our family has a fixed seat in the House of Lords, and you will become a member of the House of Lords sooner or later, other than people with special statuses like the Speaker, why do some nobles have greater influence as members of the House of Lords?"
Hibbert thought for a moment.
"Title, wealth, business status, and relationships in the government and the military?"
People will always trust those who have rich experience and have participated in many things. If you want to make a difference in politics in the future, apart from inheriting a seat, you have to try your best to participate in all kinds of matters and show the corresponding abilities. Gradually, you have to be active in the eyes of the various members of parliament and ministers, slowly making them feel that you are trustworthy. This is the influence that comes from you. "
"Hibbert, take a look at the Republic of Intis and the current situation of their nobles. You should understand that with the passage of time and the development of society, the privileges on the surface will be weakened. The title of nobility will become less and less important. It will only be a title of honor. Status in the business field and your own influence are what you should pay attention to," Earl Of Hall explained in detail.
"What if I encounter something I'm not good at?" Hibbert pondered.
"Then pretend that you can handle it. Don't worry about wasting money. Build a professional team and listen to their opinions before making a decision. Everyone has many areas they aren't good at. Only money is omnipotent, "Earl Of Hall pointed out.
Hibbert replied in enlightenment, "I understand.
"I understand, Father."
At this moment, Susie yawned in boredom.
When everything was over, it slipped into Audrey's studio and repeated everything it had heard. In the end, it muttered, "I'm sorry.
Finally, it mumbled, "I have no idea what they're talking about …"
Audrey listened thoughtfully and smiled faintly.
"It's a good thing so that you don't have to smell those pungent odors."
"Is that so?" Susie asked, not fully understanding.
Audrey didn't answer it as she thought of something else.
She originally planned on secretly guiding the members of parliament to pay attention to the terrible situation in East Borough, the factory district, and the dock area, but in the last two social gatherings, she realized that she couldn't find an opportunity.
The nobles, the members of parliament, and the senior government employees wouldn't talk about such topics at all. She couldn't guide them even if she wanted to!
…
It was Monday afternoon again. Klein leisurely returned to 15 Minsk Street from the Quelaag Club.
As Stuart hadn't given him the results of the preliminary investigation, and he couldn't find anyone to groom as an Apothecary for the time being, he didn't have anything to do yesterday and today. He went to the Quelaag Club to practice shooting, read, and scrounge a meal.
In the process, he got to know many of the club's members.
This is the source of future business … Klein sighed, took four steps counterclockwise, and went above the gray fog.
He made all sorts of preparations step by step. First, he conjured the fake World and familiarized himself with the control techniques of the All-Black Eye. Then, he sent a message to Sun that the Tarot Gathering was about to begin.
After doing all of this, Klein waited for three o 'clock to arrive before reaching out to touch the corresponding crimson stars of each member. After establishing a stable connection, the Magicians also had their own illusory star.
Fors Wall found an excuse to focus on her work and sent Xio away. At that moment, her vision blurred as she saw the grayish-white fog instantly surge out.
In the blink of an eye, she found herself above the mysterious and deep gray fog. She was inside the majestic palace, and in front of her was an ancient mottled bronze table. Around her, there were blurry figures shrouded in fog that were difficult to see.
Many figures? One figure after another! These are the members of the gathering that Mr. Fool mentioned? Fors watched all of this cautiously, feeling that the members who could participate in such a secret gathering were all very, very powerful Beyonders.
Except for me … she thought guiltily and fearfully.
However, from another perspective, if a Sequence 9 like me can join, the other members might not necessarily be very powerful. The requirement for this gathering is clearly not to be powerful, but to establish a connection with Mr. Fool for some reason … Fors quickly denied her previous judgment and relaxed a little.
At the same time, Audrey also discovered that there was a newcomer at today's gathering.
A female … Xio or Fors? Has she passed the test? Or is it someone else? Audrey almost forgot to greet Mr. Fool. She only wanted to carefully observe the characteristics of the new member.
No matter how blurry her figure was, she could still make out her hair color and outline, as well as her accent and habitual language!
Hmm … I have to take note as well. Mr. The Hanging Man was the first to confirm that I'm a noble from my special pronunciation of certain words and my habit of using certain special words … Audrey stood up, lifted her skirt, and said to Klein at the end of the long bronze table,
"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool."
After greeting them, she didn't hide her curiosity. She glanced at the new member in the same row as her and asked with a smile,
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