The wheels pressed against the tracks, and the horses dragged the carriage forward heavily but steadily. Soon, they left the street where nothing had happened.
Klein held his cane with a normal expression until the tracked carriage passed two stations. Only then did he alight ahead of time. He circled around and slowly returned to the spot where the Devil dog had been killed.
He wasn't searching for the Beyonder characteristic that the dog had seeped out. It was impossible for the Church's top powerhouses to not know of this matter. They must've taken it away long ago. He wasn't investigating the source of the soft grunt either. It had been so long, and there were carriages and people on the streets. How could there be any clues left behind? Even divination wouldn't give him an answer.
Klein's goal was to pry into the characteristics of the Sealed Artifact that could create a strange battle environment from the remaining subtle details around the street, so as to prepare for a possible encounter in the future.
This is the acting of a Magician … He sighed silently as he walked under the gray sky and along the street that was separated by gas lamps.
The reason why he waited two stations before getting off and taking a detour back was that he was worried that there would be official Beyonders who were secretly cleaning up the battlefield. He tried his best to avoid meeting them.
Dressed decently and holding a cane, Klein, who had a golden watch hanging from his lapel, took a certain amount of time to finally return to the scene of the Devil dog's death. However, there were no traces left on the streets. The passersby clearly didn't know that an intense Beyonder battle had taken place here.
That Sealed Artifact sure is magical. It's even more powerful than large-scale hypnosis. Klein activated his Spirit Vision and made his footsteps even slower. He was like a gentleman who was out on an outing and not on an errand.
It took him more than half an hour to circle the area, but his Spirit Vision didn't yield anything. There was nothing abnormal about the target street.
However, Klein's spiritual perception still sensed something. It was the range and boundary.
When I entered the street and left from another direction, I had a subtle illusory feeling. It was as if I had entered another World from another World. In other words, the Sealed Artifact's range of influence can reach at least a street. The upper limit is temporarily unknown. Yes, I can also confirm that it only works on Beyonders. Klein stood outside the target street and nodded thoughtfully. Then, he returned again and found a rather high-class coffee shop. He ordered a cup of Southville coffee and sat by the window.
As he drank the fragrant liquid, he observed the bustling streets outside. He wanted to see if there would be any other changes as time passed.
Unfortunately, what he was looking forward to didn't happen.
Of course, he didn't gain anything. At the very least, he confirmed that "Magicians don't perform unprepared" was indeed one of the rules of acting.
He felt that the subtle characteristics in his body had been slightly stirred.
In the evening, Klein stopped observing and took a public carriage back to Minsk Street.
At this moment, the gas lamps on both sides of the road had all been lit up. The blue flames illuminated the slightly wet cement ground and the withered trees along the road.
With his cane in hand, Klein passed by Lawyer Jurgen's house and strolled towards Unit 15.
As he walked, he suddenly thought of something. The ingredients at home had been used up, so there was no way for him to make dinner when he returned!
Uh, should I go to a butcher's shop or a fruit shop, or should I find a restaurant to fill my stomach first? Klein hesitated for a moment and finally decided to slack off tonight and eat ready-made food.
Although many of the dishes in this World were relatively simple to make and very fast, to the point where it took an hour to cook and five minutes to eat, it still required a certain amount of labor. Furthermore, he had to wash the plates and knives and forks himself.
Touching his wallet, Klein turned around and walked in the direction where he remembered there were more restaurants.
He once again passed by Lawyer Jurgen's house.
Standing behind the open oriel window, Jurgen looked at the "confused" Detective Moriarty and raised his voice.
He raised his voice and said, "Mr. Moriarty, you … I mean, did you forget your keys again? Or did you drop them? "
Why did he say again? Klein chuckled in response.
"No, I didn't."
Jurgen nodded in all seriousness.
"Then why don't you come to my place?"
"I'll go back after dinner when it's completely dark."
"…" Klein hesitated for a second and smiled.
"It would be my honor."
When he entered, Brody the black cat was licking its paws in the corner. Jurgen didn't exchange pleasantries and entered the kitchen.
After Klein hung up his coat and hat, put away his black cane, he walked into the dining room step by step. The table was already filled with food. There were black steaks and mashed potatoes of the same color.
He wasn't surprised. This was the cooking style of Lawyer Jurgen's grandmother, Mrs. Doris, when she got older. It didn't look good, but it was delicious enough.
She's a chef … Klein sat opposite Jurgen and greeted him with a smile.
"Are you preparing to eat?"
"Yes, I'm used to looking at the scenery outside before eating, allowing my thoughts to spread without boundaries." Jurgen laid out his napkin and picked up his knife and fork.
Klein looked around in puzzlement.
"Where's Mrs. Doris?"
Jurgen sighed and replied solemnly, "The weather is getting colder and colder, and her old lung problem has reappeared. She has no choice but to stay in the hospital for some time."
"May God bless her." Klein unskillfully drew the triangular Sacred Emblem of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery on his chest.
Then, he cut a piece of steak and forked it, ready to stuff it into his mouth.
At this moment, he suddenly thought of a problem and hurriedly said, "That's right.
He hurriedly said, "So, you prepared this for dinner?"
"Of course, it was done a few minutes ago," Jurgen replied succinctly.
If it's not the work of the chef, Mrs. Doris, then this appearance … The corner of Klein's mouth twitched. Suppressing the fear in his heart, he bit down on the small piece of steak on the silver fork and slowly chewed.
He frowned a little and finally forced himself to swallow the food. He forced a smile on his face.
"Why did you prepare two portions in advance?"
"One was to bring to the hospital for my grandmother." Jurgen glanced up at Klein and didn't find anything wrong with it. "I'll prepare another portion later."
"So that's how it is." To be polite, Klein secretly took a deep breath and finished the food in front of him in a combat-like manner.
By the time he finished eating, Jurgen was still left with less than half of his food. The senior solicitor temporarily put down his knife and fork, picked up the tall glass beside him, and took a sip of red wine.
He asked without any expression, "How do you feel?"
"Which dish do you like best?"
"I know there's still a big gap between my grandmother's skills and mine, but it shouldn't be too exaggerated."
Mr. Lawyer, I suspect that in addition to your facial nerve disorder, you also have a problem with your sense of taste … Can't you recognize yourself correctly? Klein pursed his lips into a smile and moved his head left and right.
"White bread is not bad."
"That's from Dodge Bakery." Jurgen buried his head again and finished the rest of the food.
After drinking the remaining red wine, he thought for a moment and said,
"Detective Moriarty, I would like to entrust you with a task. It's a very simple task."
"What?" Klein kept drinking water.
The mashed potatoes were too salty!
"My grandma will be in the hospital recently. Sometimes, I might not come back because of the case, so Brody will have to starve." Jurgen looked at the black cat and said, "I would like you to feed Brody, clean his toilet, and play with him for a while when I'm not back. He likes it best when someone scratches his chin. Well, every night at ten o 'clock, if my house is still dark and there's no light, you can come in for two soli each time until my grandma comes home."
Klein saw a seemingly gentle expression appear on Jurgen's face, so he curled the corners of his mouth and said, "It's a very simple task with a relatively generous reward.
"It's a simple mission with a relatively generous reward. I have no reason to reject it."
As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Brody and smiled at him.
Brody the black cat turned around slowly, its back facing him.
Klein's smile couldn't help but stiffen on his face.
...
After drinking his fill, Klein bade farewell and left Jurgen's house. He slowly strolled back to his rented house on the streets that were already completely dark.
At this moment, people who had finished work had already returned home and were enjoying their dinner. There were very few pedestrians on the road, and there weren't many carriages. It was rather quiet.
Walking under the light of the gas lamp, Klein, who had no desire to go back, slowed down. The black shadow beside his feet slowed down as well.
When he passed by Sammer's house, he looked through the oriel window and saw the bright lights inside. There were figures walking back and forth, and he could vaguely hear the sounds of conversation and laughter.
Next door, 15 Minsk Street, was dark and silent.
Klein sighed and quickened his pace. He took out the key and opened the door.
Before entering, he habitually looked at the mail box and found another letter lying inside.
Who sent it? Klein took out the letter and glanced at it under the light of the street lamp.
There's no stamp … The handwriting looks like Eichinger Stanton's … He nodded slightly, closed the door, switched on the light, and opened the letter.
In the letter, the great detective Eichinger wrote:
"… I'm happy to inform you that the murderer has been found and killed on the spot."
"The police department thinks that our work is worth at least half of the reward. They should be able to send it to me this week. At that time, I will invite you and other friends to come over and share the reward."
…
Eichinger received the news so quickly? He has a deep relationship with the Baekeland police department … Hmm, there's no stamp, which means that he got someone to deliver it directly. The postal system in the Kingdom of Rouen isn't that efficient. How can a letter that was sent in the afternoon arrive at night? Klein exhaled, put down the letter, and prepared to change his clothes and head out.
With the serial murders solved, the situation in Baekeland eased. He could attempt to do something.
For example, go to The Brave to find Kaspars and contact Marić to see if this Beyonder who controls zombies and Miss Sharon have any books on mysticism.
If I'm not wrong, they should be defectors from Rose School. They used to be part of an official organization, so they definitely know a lot of mysticism knowledge. And now, I have enough money to buy them! Klein touched his wallet and thought with some anticipation.
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