After dinner, in the billiard room of the Brave Bar.

Klein was wearing a simple black jacket that matched the style of the place, a dark baseball cap, and holding a glass of Southwell beer. He closed the door and walked to the opposite side of Caspers, who was bending over and trying to hit the ball.

Before he could force a smile and say hello, Kaspers had already stopped, straightened up, and glanced at him:

"Marichi isn't here."

“No extras for the kind of party you want.”

"I have nothing but weapons."

...You seem to be familiar with this routine... Fortunately, my purpose today is different... Klein curled his lips and said:

"I'm just here to buy weapons."

Maric is not here again... It seems that this base was exposed and targeted by the enemy, so they simply moved to another place... Then I can't contact the bodyguard lady... And the helper I plan to use to bluff Miller Carter is Maric's zombie... It is secretive, obedient, and not afraid of death. Well, the premise of being obedient is that the spirit can block the influence of Azik's copper whistle... As he spoke, a series of thoughts flashed through Klein's mind.

Caspers was a little surprised. He leaned his club suspiciously, rubbed his rosacea and said:

"What kind of weapon do you want to buy? Have you run out of bullets? You practice a lot."

No, the bullets I used for practice were extra bullets I bought from the Krag Club... Klein said with a smile:

"I want to buy explosives, the kind widely used in mines."

"What do you want to do?" Kaspers blurted out, his expression becoming solemn and serious. "I warn you, don't try to do anything damn big! I won't allow my customers to provoke the Sivellas Field! Of course, you don't have to buy weapons from me."

Being able to be a black market weapons dealer and survive until now means, to some extent, that he is still very law-abiding. At least he would not sell things to crazy guys... Klein habitually gave his evaluation from the perspective of a night watchman, and smiled and said, "You seem to have misunderstood something. I don't want to blow up the door of the bank vault, nor do I intend to create sensational news. I am just helping people demolish the building to facilitate subsequent renovation."

"Then why didn't he find a regular construction company?" Caspers did not let his guard down.

"Haha, that's a secret room, and he doesn't want outsiders to know about it." Klein asked again, "Do you know a reliable blasting expert? I'm not good at this kind of thing, and I'm afraid I'll destroy the entire house."

When Kaspers saw that the other party was still considering keeping the house intact, his doubts immediately dissipated a lot.

Just before he considered his answer, a disembodied voice suddenly rang out in the room:

"unnecessary."

A familiar feeling came over him, and Klein quickly turned his head to look, and found that the bodyguard had sat on a chair in the corner without him noticing.

She was still wearing a black Gothic court dress and a small soft hat of the same color. Her face was as pale as ever, but her light golden hair and delicate features brought out the best in each other.

"Good evening, ma'am." Klein bowed slightly and saluted.

"Good evening, Ms. Sharon." Caspers did the same.

It turns out her name is Sharon... Klein waited thoughtfully for the other party to speak.

The bodyguard lady called Sharon looked at Caspers and said:

"Marichi won't come here again."

"If you need to talk to him, please leave a message using the third method we agreed on."

"Okay, Ms. Sharon." Caspers, an old man who had obviously seen a lot of storms, seemed to have an instinctive fear of the bodyguard.

Hearing this, Klein interjected:

"If, I mean if, I want to ask Maric for help, how can I contact him?"

"Looking for Caspers," Sharon answered very simply.

"Okay." Klein spread his hands and hummed, "What did you mean when you said we didn't need a demolition expert?"

Sharon's blue eyes did not show any fluctuation:

"I am."

You are? You are the demolition expert? Wait, aren't you a Beyonder with special abilities, probably a Sequence 5? How come you are also a demolition expert... Klein was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to respond.

In the end, he chose to believe the bodyguard and said carefully:

"I went to visit ..."

Before he finished speaking, he glanced at Caspers, meaning that the next topic was not suitable for this ordinary person.

In terms of their physical nature, black market weapons dealers are indeed ordinary people... Klein added silently.

Sharon turned her head to look at Caspers and said:

"Go prepare the explosives."

"Two pounds."

"He's out."

“Yes, Ms. Sharon.” Caspers glanced at Klein and limped out of the billiard room, not forgetting to close the door.

Seeing the bodyguard just staring at him without saying anything, Klein felt like he was being watched by a female ghost. He quickly organized his words and said:

"I found out Baronet Pound's address and went to visit him at midnight..."

After retelling Raft Pound's words verbatim, Klein began to demonstrate his reasoning, working backwards from the results to the process:

"I think he lied in many places. It is impossible for a Viscount family to be secretly controlled so easily."

"Even a child could notice something was wrong, how could the royal family and the church not notice anything?"

"After Luft Pound fell, he had many opportunities to come into contact with outsiders and other nobles. As long as he had a little courage, he could easily solve the problem."

"So, I think he must be hiding something, and it is very likely that this is related to the underground building."

"From his condition, the guy who looks like an evil spirit won't be able to escape for a long time, so I plan to get some explosives and destroy the entrance to prevent others from getting in. Uh, I'm afraid they'll release the evil spirit by mistake."

"Yeah." Miss bodyguard Sharon didn't confirm Klein's idea, but she didn't deny it either.

At this time, Klein hesitated and asked:

"I don't know anything about blasting, so I'm going to draw a layout and ask a blasting expert to tell me where to place the explosives and how much to put. If, if, I ask you to help me again, how much should I pay you?"

If it's too expensive, I'd better find a general blasting expert. After all, my order is only 50 pounds, and the bodyguard costs 1,000 pounds for three days... Klein has already made a plan.

"It's free." Sharon's answer was still the same, saving words wherever possible.

Free? Klein was immediately shocked.

In his common sense, free is the most expensive!

Sharon sat there quietly, and after a few seconds she briefly explained:

"After blowing up the entrance, I'm the only one who can get in and out of there."

“That in itself is what I hope to do.”

In other words, you plan to get rid of the evil spirits and harvest the items inside once you are confident enough? Blowing up the exit is actually helping you eliminate interference and possible covetousness. After all, Beyonders of other sequences cannot pass through boulders and soil like spirits... Well, except for those on the "Apprentice" path, but they don't know about the underground building... Klein nodded with realization:

"make a deal!"

After he finished speaking, he quickly added:

"Well... borrow a few more men from Maric, men who are tight-lipped enough, to show them to Miller Carter."

"Okay." Sharon didn't refuse.

Klein deliberately did not mention the reward for this and smiled:

"Then tomorrow morning at ten."

"We have to survey the surrounding terrain in advance so that the explosion cannot cause obvious damage."

Sharon nodded slightly, and her figure gradually faded and disappeared.

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On Saturday morning, Hugh Dilcha took a public carriage to the East District again to confirm whether his commission had yielded any results.

While waiting for the transfer, she suddenly had the urge to buy a newspaper and read it.

She took out a penny and bought a copy of the Backlund Post from the newsboy next to her, flipping through it quickly.

Suddenly, her eyes froze because of a piece of news on the third page:

"According to our newspaper, at 7:10 last night, a serious explosion occurred in an apartment at No. 1 Dharavi Street in the East District. It was suspected to be caused by a gas leak. The tenant in Room No. 6 on the 3rd floor where the explosion occurred died on the spot, and there was not even a complete body left. As of midnight, the explosion caused a total of three deaths and 16 injuries..."

No. 1 Dharavi Street... No. 6, 3rd floor of the apartment... Isn't this where Williams rented? He died? Died in an explosion caused by a gas leak? No, no! Absolutely not! He would never use gas, even if it was installed there! He just accepted my commission, is it because of this? However, Lanevus is a wanted criminal himself. If he finds out that someone is looking for him, he can just move to another place. There is no need to kill people to keep the secret, which will only expose the problem...

This is so weird and radical, like something a madman would do...

He's obviously just a fraudster...

Poor Williams...

I, I will definitely avenge you!

The truth will definitely be found out!

Hugh looked at the public carriage parked in front of him sadly and solemnly, but did not get in.

She knew that going to the East End now would be very dangerous.

She planned to go back and tell Fors immediately to move to the spare rental house temporarily. She would disguise herself and sneak into the East District to ask acquaintances, find out the whole story, and find any traces left by the murderer.

Alas, Miss Audrey's commission is indeed not without danger... I feel that as long as we don't block the wanted swindler and prevent him from escaping, he will not fight back viciously... I was careless and it was me who killed Williams... Well, we cannot rule out the possibility that he is collecting information on other things at the same time, which may bring disaster... Xio closed his eyes, crossed the road, and walked towards the waiting point on the opposite side.

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At 10:14, Klein and his bodyguard, Miss Sharon, confirmed the surface conditions corresponding to the Quaternary building and arrived outside the house at 8 Williams Street.

Sharon had disappeared, and what Miller Carter saw was Detective Sherlock Moriarty, who was wearing a gray-blue work uniform and a peaked cap, and his three taciturn and burly assistants.

“This makes exploration easier,” Klein explained.

Miller Carter glanced at the three assistants who looked very capable and nodded with satisfaction:

"You're getting ready faster than I expected. Do they have a snake exorcist among them?"

"Yes, they are all very good at driving away snakes." Klein answered in the affirmative without hesitation.

How could a zombie be afraid of being bitten by a snake?