Detective? A colleague... However, he was able to assist the police department in handling such a serious case, which meant that he was a truly famous detective, at least very famous within the Sivellas Field... Um, the serial murder case involved devil worship, shouldn't it be handed over to the Nighthawks, the Mandated Punisher, or the Mechanical Heart? The police department could just send some assistants, why did they have to hire a private detective for help?

Well, the 11 consecutive murders must have caused a sensation. Sivella is under a lot of pressure. Isn't he willing to wait in agony?

Many thoughts flashed through Klein's mind instantly, but a smile appeared on his face:

"OK."

He boarded the carriage hired by Isengard Stanton and saw a capable brown-haired young man inside.

"This is my assistant." Isengard, with a thin and angular face, introduced him, "Please take a seat."

He did not close the door of the carriage, nor did he ask the driver to drive the horses forward, to show that he had no ill intentions.

Klein sat down awkwardly and asked uneasily:

"Mr. Stanton, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Isengard took out a dark-colored pipe and said, "I want to know what you gained from following Ms. Lopez. What did you hear or discover?"

"This... I'm also a detective. You should know that we have a confidentiality agreement in our line of work." Klein answered with embarrassment.

"I'm asking you on behalf of the Sivellas Field. This has nothing to do with the confidentiality agreement." Isengard rubbed his pipe with his thumb and said, "1 pound, um... how about 2 pounds?"

With the lesson learned from the previous Meursault incident, and the fact that there was really no need to keep it secret, Klein answered without hesitation:

"Can."

"Okay." Isengard smiled and took out two 1-pound notes from his pocket.

Klein pretended to recall the past and said calmly, "We only heard one sentence. Ms. Lopez tried to send her subordinates to tell Kapin not to send anyone over recently."

"Kapin?" Isengard nodded in realization, "I see."

"You know Kapin?" Klein did not hide his astonishment.

Isengard handed over the banknote and said with a faint smile:

"He is a controversial wealthy man in Cherwood."

"In Backlund, innocent girls often disappear in deserted streets. After a long time, they may be accidentally found in various legal or illegal brothels. A lot of rumors point to Capin, believing that he is a bloody and dirty criminal leader. However, due to insufficient evidence, he is still free and has met many important people."

If this is true, this guy deserves to die a thousand times... Klein nodded and sighed:

"This is Rune, this is Backlund, Mr. Stanton, I have to say goodbye."

"Thank you for your cooperation." Isengard half stood up politely and said goodbye. "By the way, your fighting skills are quite outstanding. Maybe we will have the opportunity to cooperate in the future. What should I call you?"

"Sherlock Moriarty." Klein answered briefly and got off the carriage.

After he boarded the newly arrived tram carriage, Isengard Stanton asked his assistant to close the door and told the driver to go to the Hillston area.

Looking sideways out the window, the middle-aged gentleman with gray hair on his temples put away his dark pipe, took out a brass ornament from his pocket, and rubbed it slowly in his hand.

The brass ornament was a small open book with a vertical eye in the center.

"Mr. Moriarty's appearance and attire were somewhat inconsistent. He wore very gentle gold-rimmed glasses, but deliberately grew a beard around his mouth, which made him look vulgar and barbaric. This is not in line with normal thinking. Nowadays, people who are willing to wear gold-rimmed glasses often care about their own image, an image of knowledge and temperament. Perhaps, he is deliberately concealing something... Of course, it is also possible that he is a gentleman with an aesthetic that is different from that of ordinary people..." Isengard seemed to be talking to himself, and seemed to be instructing his assistant.

At this moment, Klein leaned against the wall of the public carriage and muttered silently:

"There's something wrong with Detective Isengard Stanton. Ever since I opened my psychic vision, he has always been in the blue of rational thinking and the purple of indifference, with spirituality taking the leading position. He rarely shows any other emotional colors."

"For normal people, unless they are concentrating on studying a difficult problem, it is difficult to maintain a similar state for too long. Other emotions will inevitably appear. The difference is how long they stay there."

"Hmm... Either Detective Isengard Stanton is such a genius who is always observing and reasoning, a gifted guy, or, he is a Beyonder?"

The two-story public carriage carrying more than 40 passengers headed toward the Backlund Bridge area. Klein gradually withdrew his thoughts and looked out the window, admiring the various two- to three-story buildings across the street.

Occasionally he could see five or six-story brown houses, which heralded Backlund's latest trends and the kingdom's most cutting-edge construction technology.

After changing carriages, Klein arrived at Iron Gate Street and got off the carriage opposite the Brave Bar.

Because it was not yet the busiest time at the bar, as soon as he entered, he saw Caspers sitting at the bar drinking.

The old man with rosacea ordered a glass of Liqueur de Ronchi, savored the aroma of malt and the burning sensation in his throat, and squinted his eyes in satisfaction.

Klein moved closer, knocked on the bar, and asked with a smile:

"Is Maric here?"

At the same time, he put one hand in his pocket, holding the Azik copper whistle, and used his spiritual power to shield against its negative influence.

But before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt someone's eyes scanning him, full of scrutiny.

When he finished asking, his gaze shifted away again, as if looking at Caspers.

The old man with a huge scar on his face opened his eyes and saw that it was Klein. He said unhappily:

"He didn't come. He didn't come yesterday either."

Didn’t come… Klein breathed a sigh of relief and stopped wrapping Azik’s copper whistle with his spiritual power.

When I mentioned Maric just now, someone was looking at me... When they heard clearly that I was asking about Maric's whereabouts, their gaze shifted again... Someone is looking for Maric... Klein resisted the urge to look back and analyze the previous anomaly in his mind.

Combined with his original doubt, he felt that the question seemed to have a rough answer.

I was very confused last week. Why would a bodyguard lady who should be at the Sequence 5 level accept a 3-day protection mission for 1,000 pounds? It’s not that the price is too low, but that someone at this level is already considered strong. In the Goddess Church, they are strong enough to serve as a night watchman deacon or a diocesan bishop. If they can also gain the favor of the “holy object”, they can even compete for the seats of the archbishop and senior deacon...

In various secret organizations and intelligence agencies, Sequence 5 also means the identity of the head of a large region or the second or third person in the region. Even if it is a wild and unorganized Beyonder, a strong person with this strength is enough to establish his own small organization...

No matter from which angle, the bodyguard lady can enjoy the dedication of her subordinates, and there is no need to "take orders" personally...

At the time, I thought the most likely scenario was to hire a Sequence 6 "security guard" who could hold out for a while under the strong men sent by Baker and create opportunities for me. Who would have thought that the bodyguard lady would be so terrifyingly strong...

Judging from what happened today, Miss Bodyguard and Maric might be similar to me. Their identities are sensitive and they have to hide from place to place. Well, their situation might even be worse. They have to worry about being hunted down all the time... Hiss, even if the organization that hunted Miss Bodyguard doesn't have High-Sequence Experts, they must have a "holy object" or multiple Sequence 5s...

Of course, this is all my guess. Maybe it’s because Maric’s Beyonder identity was exposed and he was targeted by the Mechanical Heart team...

As his thoughts raced, Klein said with regret:

"I see. I want to play cards with him."

Hearing these words that were obviously not in line with the other party's style, Kaspers became alert and did not look around. Instead, he smiled and said:

"I'm organizing a Texas Hold'em card game tonight. Do you want to join?"

“No, I just want to play until dinner. Well, I’d better go home.” Klein sighed and left the Brave Bar without ordering any drinks.

He had originally intended to ask Caspers for information about other Beyonder gatherings, but after this situation occurred, he cautiously gave up the idea.

In fact, he could go to a relatively closed place like a card room to discuss the relevant issues with Caspers, but to be on the safe side, he decided to wait until next time.

Klein also did not rush home. Instead, he went to the one-bedroom apartment he rented in the East District and performed divination above the gray fog to confirm that no one was following him.

Reassured, he arrived at Minsk Street before dark and found the mailbox filled with various subscribed newspapers.

"I was in a hurry to go out today, so I didn't have time to watch it. At the Krag Club, I practiced shooting, had a good meal, took a nap, and was dragged by Talim to play a few games of tennis. Haha, my skills are not good enough, but my physical fitness can make up for it..." Klein muttered silently, opened the door, entered the house, and turned the gas valve.

He took the newspapers, went into the living room, sat on the sofa, lit the wall lamp, and started flipping through the newspapers casually.

The first thing Klein browsed was the Backlund Morning Post. He turned directly to page 5 and saw an advertisement for Ernst Company's purchase of goods!

The prices were 7 pence per litre for flour, 1 soli per pound for butter, 6 pence per pound for lard, 1 soli and 3 pence per pound for cream, and 8 soli per pound for Marquis black tea...

In other words, there will be a Beyonder gathering at the old place at 8 o'clock tomorrow night. The code to open the door is 7 hard knocks and 1 light knock. The interval is 6 long and 1 short, in sequence... The last 3 and 8 are meaningless... Klein interpreted the content and leaned back on the sofa, looking forward to the gathering tomorrow night.

He wants to sell some of the recipes to see if he can buy the corresponding materials or items!

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