In the deep and dark underground building, Klein held a lantern and walked around the hall, carefully checking whether there were other entrances. Of course, he did not dare to enter the corridor leading to the innermost room, and the snakes that had gathered again were once again blown away by the biting cold wind.
After getting a positive answer, he took the initiative to retreat to the gate and watched the bodyguard Sharon place explosives in different locations together with the three zombies.
“Looks very professional.” Klein sighed in a low voice.
And the three zombies undoubtedly did not respond to him.
However, there is a reason for this. He always uses his spirituality to shield the negative impact of Azik's bronze whistle. Otherwise, he will encounter abnormally enthusiastic "echo".
He originally did not intend to bring this ancient and exquisite bronze whistle, but considering the need to guard against the secret activities of evil spirits, he had to sacrifice some spirituality.
"Ms. Bodyguard, no, Ms. Sharon said she is a blasting expert, and she is not bragging..."
"She originally worked in this industry? Or, a certain sequence in her extraordinary path made her good at a similar field? According to the information I read when I was in the Nighthawks, there are roughly 9 sequences of 'Criminals', 'Prisoners', 'Warriors' and 'Hunters', 8 sequences of 'Sheriffs', 7 sequences of 'Weapon Masters' and 'Keepers of Knowledge'. Ha, the latter has a nickname called 'Detective', and belongs to the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom... I don't know about the others..."
"I don't know which path Miss Sharon will take. It doesn't look like it. She even showed the ability to command zombies this time..."
As Klein's associations wandered, Sharon completed the arrangement and lit the fuse.
Hey, hey, hey! Why didn’t you warn me? Klein came back to his senses and was startled. He hurriedly left the hall and entered the corridor outside.
The three zombies followed him leisurely.
"It's safe here." Sharon suddenly appeared beside him.
Klein breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Will there be dust that gets shaken down here?"
"Yes." Sharon gave an affirmative answer with one word.
“That’s good.” As he spoke, Klein took another step back.
The hissing sound of the burning fuse reached his ears, making him feel a little irritated.
This emotion was not because he was afraid of the next explosion, but because one boot had never landed.
"1." Sharon said suddenly.
"Huh?" Klein didn't immediately understand what the other party meant.
Boom!
The ground began to shake violently, and smoke and dust suddenly fell from above. Klein's ears buzzed, and for a moment he could not hear any other sound.
If he hadn't been a "clown", he would have lost his balance and fallen to the ground.
Cough, cough, cough! He coughed because his attention was diverted and he was not ready. He saw huge rocks and soil falling rapidly in front of him, blocking the entrance in an instant.
Amid the residual tremors, Klein tightly grasped the copper whistle given by Mr. Azik and observed its reaction.
Although he had divined in advance and concluded that this trip was safe, the six human-shaped statues of orthodox gods were involved here after all. He did not dare to fully trust the revelations he received above the gray fog, and the interpretation itself could be wrong. Therefore, he cautiously used the Azik bronze whistle to judge whether the evil spirit had escaped.
The surface of the copper whistle was icy yet gentle, and there had been no unusual changes. Klein felt completely relieved. He looked at the zombies beside him and confirmed one thing from their eyes: he was currently in a very dusty state.
That's good, and it fits the explanation I'm going to give to old Mr. Miller Carter later... My effort in changing clothes before coming here was not wasted... He walked towards the entrance and confirmed that it was completely blocked.
Without making a big fuss, in the future only those who have taken the "apprentice" path and extraordinary people like Miss Sharon will be able to enter. She has eliminated many potential competitors. No wonder it's free... Klein stared at the stones and soil and sighed to himself.
Of course, I can do that too, I have a similar spirit state! He added silently in his heart with a smile, but he remained calm on the surface.
“We’re done.” Klein snapped his fingers exaggeratedly and led the three zombies back to the basement of the house in a hurry and panic. Sharon had disappeared without a trace.
In the spacious basement, Miller Carter was pacing back and forth nervously and worriedly, looking at the secret door from time to time.
After seeing Detective Moriarty and his assistants coming out in full force, he let out a long breath and asked urgently:
"What happened in there?"
Klein panted deliberately and said:
"That underground building is too old and hasn't been repaired for a long time. We were originally trying to drive away the snake, but our movements were a little too rough, which caused a violent collapse. The entire building collapsed. Fortunately, we were close to the door and escaped in time."
"Storm is above! Is that building so dangerous?" Miller Carter clenched his fist and punched his left chest.
"Yes, there are only a few well-preserved ancient buildings. The rest have collapsed in the long river of history." Klein responded, "I'll take you in to take a look and confirm the situation."
"Are there any more collapses?" Miller asked cautiously.
"No, this side is more solid." Klein deliberately dusted himself off and coughed twice. Then he led his employer inside for a walk and stopped at the completely blocked entrance. The walls near the hall had also collapsed, and behind them were stones and soil.
"You can use this part." He pointed to the corridor area.
Miller was silent for a few seconds and sighed:
"Fortunately, I did not rashly let anyone in to explore, but instead found a professional like you, otherwise I would have been responsible for several lives."
"Okay, this commission ends here. I'll give you the remaining payment."
As he spoke, Miller Carter took out his wallet, counted it, and was somewhat embarrassed to find that there was only about thirty pounds in cash.
"Fortunately, I have some extra money, otherwise I would have to go to the bank." Miller muttered, looking up at Klein and asked, "Do you mind taking the gold coins?"
“No, I don’t mind any form of money.” Klein smiled.
The gold pounds of the Kingdom of Loen can be used not only as large-denomination banknotes but also as gold coins, which guarantees the face value of the banknotes.
However, in the hundred years since Emperor Roselle, the people of the Northern Continent have become more and more accustomed to paper money, and some members of parliament even want to have corresponding banknotes for copper pennies.
Real gold pounds are rarely circulated in the market. Only some old-school gentlemen will attach a fixed box to the other end of their pocket watch chain and put some gold coins in it to prepare for unexpected situations.
This is both a sense of security and a habit.
Miller nodded, followed the golden watch chain on his clothes, and took out a box that shone with golden light from a pocket.
With a snap, he opened the box, took out five gold coins, and handed them to the detective in front of him along with the banknotes he had counted out earlier.
Klein didn't hesitate to do anything. After counting, a gold coin suddenly popped up and he casually opened his palm to catch it.
"Thank you for your generosity." He glanced at the upward portrait, smiled sincerely, then put his hand on his chest and bowed to Miller Carter.
Well, if it were another detective, even if the entrance and passage were blown up at this time, after returning, he would definitely have nightmares, strange noises in the house, weak spirits, and the feeling that someone was watching him at any time. This is the infection of the evil spirit, and it will take a long time to disappear. But we are different. Miss Sharon herself is like a female ghost. I will be completely fine after going above the gray fog. As for the three zombies, I am not afraid of death, so what else am I afraid of? Klein complained a few words in a good mood, then said goodbye to Miller Carter and turned to leave the house.
When they came to the street, the three zombies walked away in another direction without saying hello to him.
Miss Sharon is gone... She really confiscated the zombies' hiring fees... Klein smiled and raised his arm, waving at the backs of the three zombies.
Afterwards, he went home, changed into normal clothes, and went to the Krag Club to practice shooting.
After having dinner as a reward for completing the mission successfully, Klein took a public carriage back to Minsk Street.
The gloomy and dim environment was illuminated by gas street lamps. He was strolling leisurely along the street with a cane.
Suddenly, he had a premonition that was not good but not very bad either.
What's going on? Klein looked up and saw two police officers leading a police dog over, apparently conducting a check on everyone along the way.
Interrogation? Interrogation with police dogs? The impact of the serial murder case? The smell of cloves and gooseberries was left at the scene, so police dogs were deployed? Klein couldn't help but complain in his heart.
The history of police dogs can be traced back to the Russell period, but their numbers have always been small.
Considering that he had a lot of items on him and his premonition just now, Klein planned to take a detour and go from the other side.
But at this moment, the two policemen saw him and signaled him to stop.
The corner of Klein's mouth twitched, and he waited there with a smile on his face.
"Routine investigation." After approaching, one of the police officers showed his ID.
“Okay…” Before Klein could finish his words, the police dog suddenly growled and barked at him.
This, is this the smell of gunpowder on me? The smell of gunpowder left over from the afternoon shooting practice? Klein understood instantly, glanced at the two police officers' alert expressions, and a plan came to his mind. He said with a smile:
"Well, I found a revolver on the road, complete with an underarm pouch and bullets, and was just about to give it to you."
He slowly took out his revolver, raised his hands to his shoulders, and added with a serious smile:
"Officer, I really am not carrying a gun illegally."
One police officer was on high alert, and another police officer took the pistol and said solemnly:
"You must come back to the police station with us."
"Okay." Klein replied with a bright smile, "But I have a request. Please inform my lawyer, Mr. Jurgen Cooper. I can only accept the body search under his witness."
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