Xio has been in the bounty hunting business for a long time, and he can respond subconsciously to many things without having to think about them.

When she saw the customer coming in who was nearly two meters tall, she instinctively lowered her head and continued to eat her pork sausages and French fries as if nothing had happened.

The food entered her mouth, but Xio could not taste anything. She endured it for dozens of seconds before slowly raising her head and looking around casually.

Soon, she saw the customer who had just come in sitting at the bar, waiting for drinks and lunch.

Soft, slightly curly light yellow hair, beast-like dark brown eyes, slightly drooping mouth corners, aloof and ferocious temperament... every detail was reflected in Xio's pupils and gradually overlapped with the image in her mind.

It's him!

That's the suspected murderer!

Williams' murderer!

Xio lowered his head again and slowly stuffed the remaining food into his mouth.

After several minutes, she placed her plate and glass on the bar, then left the Workingmen's Union Tavern without looking back.

—Because her boots were raised quite a bit, she effectively hid her most obvious features.

Once outside, Xio slowed down his pace, found a secluded spot nearby, and observed the people coming in and out of the pub.

After waiting for a while, she finally found an acquaintance, Burton, a skilled worker who lived in the East District and worked at the East Balam Shipyard.

The young man liked to treat himself to a glass of cheap rye beer at noon or in the afternoon, which was all his salary could afford and he couldn't drink it every day.

Xio swiftly jumped over, patted Burton on the shoulder, and said in a low voice:

"It's me, Hugh."

"Hugh?" Burton looked up and down at the short man behind him and almost didn't recognize him as Hugh Dilcha, a famous "arbitrator" on certain streets in the East District.

"I have something to ask you." Xio pointed to the corner next to him.

Burton followed in confusion, and only when he reached a secluded place did he suddenly realize and ask:

"Are you doing a bounty mission?"

He heard that Hugh was also a bounty hunter.

"Yeah." Xio nodded perfunctorily, took out five one-penny copper coins, tossed them and said, "Do you know the tall man in the tavern?"

"You mean the one who's this tall, has blond hair, and looks fierce?" Burton gestured.

"Yes." Xio immediately took out the folded portrait and unfolded it, saying, "You must confirm it completely."

"It's him. He has been coming to this tavern frequently in the past two or three months. I've never seen him before. He is very fierce and unreasonable. He is very good at fighting. You'd better not mess with him." Burton glanced at the portrait carefully and gave sincere advice.

Well, when I saw that person just now, it was like when I was a kid and I met a ferocious beast. I felt that it was very dangerous and I was no match for him. I had to avoid him immediately... Xio exhaled secretly and asked:

"Do you know who he is closely associated with?"

"I don't know. He is not sociable and rarely speaks. No one even knows his name. We gave him a nickname, 'Giant'." Burton curled his lips and shook his head.

Xiu thought for a moment and asked again:

"Where else have you met him besides the tavern?"

“You can ask your friends the same question. Remember, they must be friends you trust enough.”

Burton recalled:

"When I go to the dock union to do some work, um, the dock union at East Balam, I occasionally see him around. Hugh, why aren't you a member of the union? You are so fair, and those guys not only charge us 15 soli dues every week, but also make us hand over half of our salary when other docks go on strike and we have to support our families!"

"Oh Lord, forget it. For a good life, we must help each other. However, as soon as they organized a strike, they turned around and reached an agreement with the lawyers sent by those rich people. Our situation has not improved at all!"

"Stop, stop." Xio pressed his right palm and said, "Besides this, have you never seen that 'giant' anywhere else?"

"No, and my friends probably don't either, after all, we often discuss him in private." Burton answered in a very affirmative tone.

Xio said nothing more and gave the five copper pennies to the other party:

"I'll buy you a drink."

"Don't tell anyone what I just asked you. It will be very dangerous."

Before she finished her words, she turned around and walked out of the corner, heading towards the dock workers' union at East Balam Dockyard.

About ten minutes later, Xio saw the two-story yellow building.

She put her canvas jacket on inside out, revealing the patches inside, instantly turning herself from a short worker into a homeless person.

Looking at the homeless people huddled at the corner of the street, Xio pinched his nose, went over and sat with them, his eyes intermittently sweeping over the dock workers' union opposite - when people were coming in and out there.

As time passed, Hugh endured the cold wind and the harsh environment, and continued to observe the conditions of the dock workers' union and the surrounding areas.

She clearly remembered Williams's insistence on drinking, and even more so, she remembered how she felt when she saw the newspaper that day.

This mood made her more patient than before.

At this time, seven or eight dock workers came out and went to the cafe opposite in a group to have lunch.

Xio narrowed his eyes and scanned every passerby carefully to confirm their appearance.

There were no suspicious people...Xiu was ready to look away and wait for the next batch.

With a creak, the door of the cafe was opened, and the heat inside suddenly rushed out. A man could not help but take off his gold-rimmed glasses and wipe the fog with his sleeve.

Xio glanced at him casually, and his eyes suddenly froze:

Those eyes!

That corner of the mouth!

An image that always has a mocking smile on its face!

Lanevus? Hugh turned back suddenly, not daring to look again.

The man just now had a bronze complexion, short, thick hair, and an angular face. He looked very different from the portrait. Only his eyes and the corners of his mouth gave her a familiar feeling.

Mocking everyone's feeling!

Is it Lanevus? Could it be Lanevus? Hugh buried his head and stared at the stone slabs on the street.

…………

Summer's home.

After a sumptuous lunch, the host and guests gathered in the living room to chat and agreed to play Texas Hold'em together later.

Some interesting rumors and funny stories were intermittently repeated. Klein kept smiling and interjected from time to time. He saw the two children of the Summer family coming in and out lively.

Jurgen Cooper next to him still had a serious expression and occasionally provided legal advice to the discussion.

Klein smiled, slightly tilted his body, and asked in a low voice:

“Will you ever get bored?”

"No, their topic is very interesting." Jurgen nodded seriously.

Klein was stunned and asked again:

"Then why aren't you smiling?"

Jurgen frowned slightly, looked at him doubtfully and said:

"Why are you laughing?"

"..." Klein twitched his lips, not knowing how to respond.

He was about to make a joke, saying that the other person was a lot like his cat Brody, always so serious, but suddenly he heard unreal, overlapping voices of prayer.

Female... Miss Justice found useful information so quickly based on the clues I provided? Klein stood up and bowed slightly.

"I'm going to the bathroom."

After entering the bathroom, Klein locked the door, took four steps backwards, and entered the gray fog.

His judgment was very accurate, the prayer came from Miss Justice.

Klein suddenly tensed up, half expectantly and half solemnly radiating his spirituality as he listened to the other person's words.

After the customary honorific name, "Justice" described it truthfully:

"They found the clue you provided at the Workers' Union Tavern in East Balam Dock in the dock area. The other party's nickname is 'Giant'."

"Following the pattern of the 'Giant''s whereabouts, they found someone who looked like Lanevus at the dock workers' union at East Balam Dockyard, but they couldn't confirm it."

"They dare not contact Lanevus for the time being because the 'Giant' is very powerful and dangerous. They can only wait for an opportunity."

"They also asked, after confirming that it was Lanevus, could they notify the police and claim the reward?"

Lanevus has a very powerful and dangerous helper... Does he have other helpers? Is there a force behind him? Why did he kill so violently? What is he planning in the dock workers' union? A series of questions flashed through Klein's mind, making him feel that things were much more complicated than he expected and full of mystery.

As for the last request, his answer was undoubtedly agreement, and he would even suggest that the other party report it directly to the Church of the Goddess of Night, because there is a possibility of leaks from the police department.

Letting the Night Watchers of the Goddess Church kill Lanevus is also considered revenge! Klein muttered to himself silently. He had a strong urge to immediately confirm whether that person was Lanevus, so as not to wait too long and cause any changes.

He took a breath, suppressed his emotions, and untied the pendulum of his sleeves.

"It's dangerous to go to the dock workers' union to confirm Lanevus's situation."

After reciting the mantra silently seven times with his eyes closed, Klein opened his eyes and looked at the yellow crystal pendant. He found that it was motionless, completely still.

Divination failed? Klein frowned immediately.

He changed the sentence and the way of divination, but the result was still failure.

After thinking carefully for a while, he found three reasons. The first was that there was insufficient information to make divination. The second was that the Dock Union did not have Lanevus at all, so divination was difficult to establish. The third was that Lanevus, like Ins Zangwill, had items that could block divination.

An item that shields divination... the benefit he gained from the Son of God ritual? A little divinity from the "True Creator"? Klein pondered for a few seconds and decided that no matter what, he had to go to the dock workers' union.

There are some things that you still have to do even though you know they are dangerous!

Those two ladies were able to observe secretly without being discovered, so can I... I only need to meet Lanevus once, and then I can use divination to confirm...

Of course, I can't be reckless either. I have to prepare in advance. For example, I can send the "All-Black Eye" above the gray fog and not carry it with me, so as to avoid the spiritual pollution of the "True Creator" and resonate with His divinity. For example, I can raise myself so that the "giant" can't recognize me as the guy who "passed by" last night from my body. For example, I can find a suitable and sufficient reason that will not arouse suspicion. Well, I can pretend to be a reporter to interview. I will borrow Mike Joseph's fake press card later...

The corners of Klein's mouth slowly curled up, and he covered himself with spirituality and fell back into the real world.