East District, in a corner.
Drunk, Gene faced the wall, took off his pants, and comfortably nourished the moss.
When he finished solving the problem, someone suddenly patted him on the shoulder.
Gene couldn't help shivering a few times. He hurriedly pulled up his trousers, half turned his body and looked, and saw a short boy wearing a canvas jacket and a baseball cap.
The "boy" raised his head, revealing a face that was dirty but soft and delicate.
"Hugh? Why are you dressed like this?" Gene blurted out in surprise.
Xio raised his index finger and placed it in front of his lips, signaling the other party to be quiet.
Then, she lowered her voice and said:
"I ask you questions, so keep your voice down."
Intimidated by that majesty, Gene could only nod.
"Among the guys Williams knew, who else died in the past two days?" Xio asked in a deep voice.
Gene used his alcohol-numbed brain to recall the past carefully for a while and said:
"Gavin! Gavin was found drowned in the Tussock River this morning!"
"He must have fallen in last night. The poor guy doesn't know how to swim at all, and he likes to go to the river to enjoy the breeze after getting drunk."
Xio's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he asked without hesitation:
"Did Gavin accept Williams' commission to find the wanted criminal Lanevus?"
"Of course, we all got this commission from Williams. Anyway, it's not a big deal. We just need to show the portrait to everyone we know and ask them to pay attention to if there are any similar guys. Oh, Williams, he also said that if there are any clues, he will treat me to three days of wine and three days of meat! This poor guy actually died in a gas explosion. So, I resolutely refused to let the landlord install a gas pipeline! Uh... this was all several months ago. I can only afford to live in a cheap hotel now." Gene talked on and on.
"What area is Gavin in charge of? Did he mention anything to you?" Xio turned his head to look to the side, pursed his lips, and then stared at Gene's face and asked.
"He usually goes to the East Balam Dockyard in the dock area. He met me yesterday evening and said that he went to the Workers' Union Tavern there to spread the news of the search for Lanevus and showed the portrait of Lanevus to the people present." Gene burped.
Backlund has many docks, most of which are included in the dock area and are named various "docks".
"What's next? Did Gavin say what he was going to do next?" Xio frowned in confusion and asked again.
"Of course, of course it's drinking! He planned to have a good drink and then find a place to sleep! Oh, the poor guy must have been so drunk that he wanted to take a bath in the river, but he forgot that he couldn't swim, and it's almost winter!" Gene sighed regretfully again.
This... Gavin didn't find anything. He just went to the Workers' Union Tavern in East Balam Dockyard to distribute "flyers" looking for Lanevus, and he was killed. Williams was also implicated... The murderer's reaction can no longer be described as extreme, he is simply a madman...
If I were Lanevus, the best and simplest option would be to move to another place immediately and avoid being searched, unless, unless he got caught up in something and couldn't leave for a long time... But, it wasn't just me who was looking for him, there were many bounty hunters as well. Could he kill Williams and so many people? If he had the guts, he could just go and kill everyone at the Sivellas Field that issued the wanted order!
Hugh found it completely difficult to understand this matter, just as she found it difficult to accept Williams' death.
Finally, she decided to report the problem to Miss Audrey first, and then go to the Workers' Union Tavern in East Balam Dockyard in disguise, without asking any questions, just observing to see if there were any suspicious people.
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Cherwood District, Rice Police Station.
Once again, Klein squeezed onto a long bench with a backrest with the thieves and drunks.
What bad luck... I encountered a police raid and was unable to change my route in time. It was all because of that damn serial killer! While cursing someone, Klein thought about how to hide the talismans and inexplicable herbal powder on his body to avoid the next body search.
He tried to put all these things in a black glove, then find an opportunity to stuff them into a hidden place in the police station and retrieve them when he left.
At this moment, his eyes lit up when he saw Jurgen Cooper, a young lawyer with neatly combed hair and formally dressed as if he was going to a banquet, walking over accompanied by a police officer.
"Just sign and you can leave." Jurgen said with his usual serious expression.
“Is that all?” Klein asked in surprise.
Jurgen nodded slightly and said:
"Yes, they know you're a well-known detective."
What was the reason? Klein didn't dare to ask any more questions. He stood up immediately and followed Jurgen, who was wearing a black tweed dress, and signed the document at a leisurely pace.
The weather was different from the last time he was led out of the police station. There was no rain this time. There was only thick clouds and fog obscuring the red moon and stars, and the streets were illuminated by gas street lamps on both sides.
"Thank you so much! Sorry to bother you again!" Klein took two quick steps and came to Jurgen's side.
Jurgen turned his head and looked at him sternly.
"No need to thank me, this is my job."
"Two pounds."
"..." Klein looked at the other person carefully and said with a smile, "Okay."
His wallet had been very fat recently, and he immediately took out two £1 notes.
Jurgen took the reward without hesitation and said:
"If you are willing to establish a formal cooperative relationship, I will only charge 1 pound each time you come to the police station. Of course, this does not include serious cases. You must understand that a large part of the fees I charge will have to be handed over to the firm."
It sounds like I'll be invited to the police station for tea often in the future... Pah, they didn't even give me tea, not even a glass of water! Before Klein could answer, he heard Lawyer Jurgen add:
"For a private investigator, going in and out of the police station is something that happens every once in a while. It's a characteristic of the job."
"Well, I'm well aware that every private investigator has issues with illegal gun possession, illegal intrusion into other people's homes, and so on."
"You handled the situation very well this time. The police couldn't find enough evidence to prove that you were illegally carrying a gun, and the explanation for the gunpowder reaction on you was quite sufficient. The name of the Cragg Club was enough to convince them. Otherwise, you would probably have to go to the Magistrate's Court."
"So, you are not a suspect, but a good citizen who found a gun and voluntarily turned it in. You do not need to be searched again."
Okay... but I lost a revolver and the corresponding bullets, several pounds, and the lawyer's fees... Klein forced a smile and said:
"I understand, Attorney Jurgen, let's establish a formal partnership."
Jurgen pulled the corner of his mouth, stretched out his hand with a very professional smile and said:
“It’s been a pleasure working with you.”
"I sincerely hope that I will see you less often in the police station."
This is not something I can decide... Klein laughed at himself.
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Back at 15 Minsk Street, Klein took a hot bath to calm himself down.
But at this moment, he once again heard the illusory and overlapping voices of prayer, vaguely coming from a woman.
Miss Justice? Is there a clue about Lanevus this time? Klein suddenly jumped out of the bathtub, quickly dried his body, put on his clothes, and entered the gray fog.
Looking at the crimson stars that were constantly expanding and contracting, he let out his spirituality and chose to listen:
"A fool who does not belong to this era..."
“Dear Mr. Fool, there is a problem with Lanevus’ investigation…”
For some reason, "Justice" in a white coat recounted the entire story of the explosion on Dharavi Street in the East District and Gavin's accidental drowning.
As a beginner mind reader, she did not add her own guesses, so as not to affect Mr. Fool’s judgment.
After listening carefully, Klein frowned, feeling that the murderer's reaction was unimaginably excessive.
This was different from "Vice Admiral Hurricane" Qi Lingos. As a swindler, it was his professional instinct to move to another place immediately upon noticing any disturbance. There was no reason for him to reverse his pursuit and kill those who were looking for him.
According to this standard, eighty percent of the bounty hunters in the East District would have to die. That would cause a sensation and the case would be taken over by the Nighthawks, the Punishers, or the Mechanical Heart team!
Hmm... Did the benefits that Lanevus gained from the ritual of praying to the True Creator to give him offspring drive him crazy? This is very much in line with the style of the True Creator... But the problem is that it is difficult for a madman to hide himself, except for potential ones... Klein fell into thought and did not rush to respond to Miss Justice.
He had read the newspaper and knew about the explosion, so he used dream divination to recall the specific details.
Then, he wrote a new divination sentence:
“Clues to the Dharavi Street Bombing.”
As he silently recited, he leaned back in his chair and entered a dream world, where he saw a three-story gray-blue apartment.
A room on the third floor of the apartment had lost its windows, half of its wall had collapsed, and it was covered with traces of the explosion.
The image quickly shattered, and Klein woke up. He tapped the edge of the long table with his fingers and muttered to himself silently:
"The clue is at the crime scene?"
“…This revelation may also mean that the murderer is still eyeing the crime scene and wants to deal with the people who come to investigate this matter.”
"Well... this way he has a chance to find the person who recently issued the bounty on Lanevus."
"I will disguise myself and walk around. I won't go into the crime scene, but will just walk around to see if I can find the murderer. Even if he is not Lanevus, he must have some connection with me, and I can use this to find Lanevus."
"But he must be hiding very well. How can I find him without attracting his attention?"
As the thought flashed through his mind, Klein looked towards the all-black eye on the long bronze table. This was the extraordinary characteristic left behind by the "Master of Secret Dolls" Rosago.
In the real world, I can’t use this item to manipulate those strange threads because of the residual mental pollution of the real creator. Contact beyond a certain limit will cause irreversible damage. But if it is only used for a short period of time, I can still bear it to find the hidden person through the threads, just like I used it to confirm whether the bodyguard lady had left... Klein narrowed his eyes, took off the pendulum, and did a divination to predict the danger of this trip.
The answer is yes, but the rotation is not large and the speed is not fast.
“Acceptable…” Klein was silent for a few seconds and returned to the real world.
Then, he used his own method of summoning himself to put the completely black eye into an iron cigarette box and took it back to the bedroom.
After changing his clothes and putting on a beard, Klein, who was fully prepared, came to the dressing mirror and examined himself.
The faint bookish air had been completely obscured by the beard, and his brown eyes were like an ancient pool of water, seemingly hiding and sealing something.
Compared to the time in Tingen City, Klein almost couldn't recognize himself.
He stretched out his fingers one by one, then clenched them into fists. Facing the mirror, he said in a low and hoarse voice:
"Captain, this is the first step in revenge for you and me."
Before he finished speaking, he saw himself in the mirror grinning, revealing a bright smile.
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