Sir Des Shaw? Mr. Hibbert Hall? Who are they? I don't know them at all... Klein pretended that he had no doubts and said half-jokingly:
"I hope they can bring blue skies and sunshine to Backlund."
"Yes, although it is everyone's freedom to burn whatever they want in their own fireplace and it is a right granted by law, the blue sky and sunshine are more desirable." Luke Summer, a member of the Coal Smoke Reduction Association, echoed the sentiment and pointed to the rented carriage road. "We should go over there. Mary urgently needs some help."
Starling Summer added in a reserved manner:
"Perhaps some councillors will come to the banquet, from the Backlund region, or from the kingdom."
“You can imagine how grand this banquet is.” Klein complimented politely and watched the Summers get in the car and leave.
Just as he turned around and was about to head to the mailbox at the end of the street, a postman in a dark green uniform arrived in a horse-drawn carriage and delivered a letter to the mailbox at his door.
My letter? Klein took out a bunch of keys and randomly chose the one with an antique shape and a color that was almost brass.
Crack!
The "master key" easily opened the mailbox.
I can only carry this one key with me when I go out from now on... Klein muttered and took out the newspaper he subscribed to and the letter he had just read.
This letter is from Isengard Stanton.
Yesterday, he also looked through old unsolved serial murder cases, picked out the most suspicious ones, and preliminarily confirmed the current status of the corresponding suspects through the police department. He then wrote to private detectives such as Klein and Kaslana who were interested in this direction to share his findings.
These happened to include the two cases that Klein focused on.
Famous detectives think alike... I just wrote a letter in vain... Klein joked to himself and returned to the living room.
According to Eisinger's description, many people were investigated in the case of random killings of latecomers, but no suspect was ever identified. After so many years, it was extremely difficult and almost hopeless to find clues again.
Among the four suspects in another case, one was a teenager. His mother was also a victim, a prostitute, single, and he was the only child. He suffered from abuse from his mother and was lonely and vicious. He was the first suspect of the police. But less than half a year after that case, he was seriously injured in a gang fight in the East District and died in the surgical operating room of the Charity Hospital.
His body was cremated into ashes and buried in the cemetery in the presence of witnesses.
This way, he could not be connected to the current serial murder case.
If there is no cremation, I will definitely go to dig up the grave to confirm... Klein, who was pretending to be dead, seriously considered the possibility that the other party was pretending to be dead.
Of the remaining three suspects, one moved several times in the past few years and the police had lost track of him and needed more time to track him down; one went bankrupt and moved from the North District to the East District; and one remained the same and still ran a grocery store on the original street.
Klein pulled out another piece of letter paper and described the relevant situation first. Then he asked the recipient to secretly observe the two suspects with specific addresses. He emphasized:
"Serial killers are cruel, vicious and highly aggressive. Please be careful not to get too close to them. Just observe them as if you were just an ordinary neighbor."
"The information I need is their recent mental state, for example, whether they are irritable, like to lock themselves in the room, rarely communicate with others, or have they beaten others."
This is also the information he got from the "Sun". After each murder, the "devil" will eat the victim's internal organs according to the requirements of the ritual, and will always be in a bloodthirsty and manic state wanting to hurt others until a new victim appears.
After stressing the importance of personal safety once again, Klein folded the letter, stuffed it into a new envelope, and affixed a black stamp on the surface.
Then he wrote down the name of the recipient:
"Detective Stuart."
…………
In Queens, in the luxurious villa of Earl Hall's family.
Susie lay in the corner of the study, observing her surroundings with seemingly boredom.
Earl Hall, whose belly was swollen, took a puff of his pipe and said to his eldest son:
"Hibbert, do you know why I must have you join the Air Pollution Investigation Committee?"
Hibbert Hall answered thoughtfully:
“Do you hope to influence the formulation of relevant laws and policies?”
"No, although I am the second largest shareholder of the Conston Coal and Steel Corporation, I don't care too much about this issue. I have already urged them to make corresponding adjustments. Controlling air pollution is the trend of the future. I have no doubt about this."
"Hibbert, although our family has a fixed seat in the House of Lords, and you will become a member of the House of Lords sooner or later, but, apart from people with special identities such as the Speaker, why do some nobles have greater influence among the members of the House of Lords?"
Hibbert thought for a moment and said:
"Title, wealth, business position, connections in government and the military?"
"That's just one part of it. Another part is your ability to handle affairs. People always trust people who have rich experience and have participated in many things. If you want to make a difference in politics in the future, in addition to inheriting a seat, you must also try your best to participate in various affairs, demonstrate your corresponding abilities, and gradually become active in the eyes of the parliamentarians and ministers, so that they will gradually feel that you are trustworthy. This comes from your own influence."
"Hibbert, take a look at the Republic of Intis and the current situation of their nobles, and you will understand that with the passage of time and the development of society, the overt privileges will be weakened, and the title of nobility will become less and less important. It will only be an honorary title. Your status in the business field and your own influence are what you should focus on." Earl Hall explained in detail.
"What if I encounter something I'm not good at?" Heber pondered.
“Then pretend that you can handle it. Don’t worry about wasting money. Form a professional team, listen to their opinions, and then make a decision. Everyone has many areas that they are not good at, and only money is omnipotent.” Earl Hall pointed out.
Hibbert replied with a look of realization:
"I understand, Dad."
At this time, Susie next to her yawned out of boredom.
When everything was over, it slipped into Audrey's studio and repeated everything it had heard, muttering at the end:
“I have no idea what they are talking about…”
Audrey listened thoughtfully and smiled:
"It's a good thing that you don't have to smell those pungent odors."
"Really?" Susie asked back, not quite understanding.
Audrey didn't answer it, but thought of something else.
She had intended to quietly draw MPs' attention to the poor conditions in the East End, the Factory District and the Docklands, but at two recent social gatherings she found herself without the opportunity.
Those nobles, those congressmen, those senior government employees would never talk about similar topics, and it's impossible to guide them even if you want to!
…………
It was Monday afternoon again, and Klein leisurely returned to 15 Minsk Street from the Krag Club.
Because Stuart has not yet given the results of the preliminary investigation, and he has not been able to find anyone to train as a pharmacist, so he had nothing to do yesterday and today, so he simply went to the Krag Club to practice shooting, read books, and eat for free.
During this process, he got to know many members of the club.
This is where the business will come from... Klein sighed and took four steps backwards, entering the gray fog.
He carried out various preparations step by step. First, he materialized the dummy "world" and familiarized himself with the manipulation techniques of the "All-Black Eye". Then, he sent a message to the "Sun" that the Tarot Party was about to begin.
After completing all this, Klein waited for three o'clock to arrive, then reached out and touched the crimson stars corresponding to each member. After establishing a solid connection, the "Magician" also had his own illusory star.
Fors Wall found an excuse to concentrate on her creation and sent Xio away. At this moment, her eyes became blurry and she saw the gray-white mist that suddenly emerged.
In the blink of an eye, she found herself above the mysterious and deep gray fog, in the majestic palace. In front of her was an ancient and mottled bronze table, and around her were blurred figures shrouded in fog and difficult to see clearly.
Figures? Figures! Are these the members of the party that Mr. Fool mentioned? Fors watched all this with caution and felt that the members who could participate in this secret party were all very, very powerful Beyonders.
Except me... she thought guiltily and fearfully.
However, if I think about it from another angle, since someone like me, a Sequence 9, can join, the other members may not necessarily be that powerful. The requirement for this gathering is obviously not to be powerful, but to have established a connection with Mr. Fool for some reason... Fors quickly denied his previous judgment and relaxed a little.
At the same time, "Justice" Audrey also discovered that there was a new person at today's party.
Is it a woman...Xiu, or Fors? Has she passed the test? Or someone else? Audrey almost forgot to greet Mr. Fool, and just wanted to observe the characteristics of the new member carefully.
Even if the other person's figure is blurry, you can still see their hair color and outline, and hear their accent and idioms!
Hmm... I also have to note that Mr. The Hanged Man first confirmed that I was a noble based on my special pronunciation of some words and my habit of using certain special words... Audrey stood up, lifted her skirt slightly, and said to Klein, who was at the top of the bronze table:
"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool."
After the greetings, she did not hide her curiosity. She glanced at the new member in her row and asked with a smile:
"Who is this?"