The wheels pressed against the tracks, the horses dragged the cabin, moving forward heavily but steadily, and soon left the street where nothing had happened.
Klein held the cane with a normal expression until the public carriage passed two stops before getting off the bus early, and walked around for most of the time, slowly returning to the place where the demon giant dog was killed.
He was not looking for the extraordinary characteristics that the other party had prescribed. It was impossible for the top strong people in the church to know about this matter. They must have taken it away. He was not investigating the source of the previous humming. It has been so long since this has passed. Carriages on the streets are driving and people are coming and going, so how could there be any clues left? Even if you do divination, you will definitely not get the answer.
Klein's purpose is to peek at the characteristics of the seal that creates a strange combat environment from the subtle details surrounding the street, and prepare for possible future encounters.
This is the role of the Magician... He walked under the gray sky, on the edge of the street divided by gas street lights, and sighed silently.
The reason why he had to wait for two stops before getting off the bus and returned from a long way was because he was worried that there were extraordinary officials who were secretly cleaning the battlefield at that time. If he could not meet them, he would try not to meet them.
Crane, dressed in a decent manner, held a cane and had a golden bracelet hanging on her clothes, took a certain amount of time to finally return to the scene of the Demon Giant Dog's death, but there was no corresponding trace left on the street, and the pedestrians coming and going clearly did not know that a more intense extraordinary battle had occurred here.
That seal is so magical, even more powerful than large-scale hypnosis.Klein turned on his spiritual vision and made his pace slower, just like a gentleman who went out for an outing instead of doing business.
After a round of things, he took more than half an hour, but Lingshi did not gain anything, and there was no abnormality in the target block.
However, Klein's inspiration still noticed something, that is, the scope and boundaries.
When I entered the block and left in the other direction, I had a somewhat subtle and illusory feeling, as if I had entered another world from one world, that is, the scope of the impact of that seal can reach at least one block, and the upper limit is not clear for the time being. Well, it can be confirmed that it only works for the extraordinary.Klein stood outside the target street, nodded thoughtfully, then returned again, found a pretty high-end cafe, ordered a cup of Nanwell coffee, and sat by the window.
While drinking the strong fragrance of liquid, he looked at the increasingly lively streets outside to see if there would be any other changes here as time settled.
Unfortunately, what he expected didn't happen.
Of course, he was not completely unrealized. At least he confirmed one thing, that is, the magician does not perform unpreparedly, which is indeed one of the rules of acting.
He felt that the subtle precipitation characteristics in his body were lightly pried.
After the evening came, Klein stopped observing and returned to Minsk Street in a railroad bus.
At this time, the gas street lights on both sides of the road had been lit up, and the blue fire illuminated the slightly wet concrete floor and the withered street trees with yellow leaves.
Klein took a cane and passed outside lawyer Jurgen's house and walked towards the house No. 15.
As he walked, he suddenly thought of something, that is, the food at home has been used up, and it is impossible to make dinner when he goes back like this!
Well, should I go to the butcher restaurant and fruit store, or find a restaurant to fill my stomach first?Klein hesitated for a while and finally decided to take a lazy day tonight and eat ready-made ones.
Although many dishes in this world are quite simple and very fast, so that they do not have to cook for one hour or five minutes, no matter what, it still requires a certain amount of labor, and you have to brush the plates and wash the knife and forks by yourself.
Touching his wallet, Klein turned around and headed to the direction where there were more restaurants in his memory.
He passed by lawyer Jurgen's home again.
Jurgen stood behind the open convex belly window, looking at the confused Detective Moriarty, raised his voice and said:
Mr. Moriarty, you, I mean, have you forgotten to bring the key again?Or, the key fell off?
Why say again?Klein responded:
No, not.
Jurgen nodded very seriously:
Then, should I visit my house?
After dinner, it will be dark before going back.
...Kline hesitated for a second and smiled:
It's my pleasure.
When he entered the door, Brody, the black cat, was licking his paws in the corner. Jurgen did not exchange much greetings and entered the kitchen.
When Klein hangs his coat and hat, puts down his black cane, and enters the restaurant step by step. The food is already arranged on the table, including black meat chops and mashed potatoes of the same color.
He was not surprised by this, the grandmother of Jurgen's lawyer, Mrs. Doris, was like this when she got older, and she looked bad but delicious enough.
She is a chef... Klein sat opposite Jurgen and smiled and greeted:
Are you preparing for a meal?
Yes, before dining, I am used to looking at the scenery outside and letting my thoughts spread without boundaries.Jurgen lays out the napkin and picks up the knife and fork.
Klein looked around in confusion:
Where is Mrs. Doris?
Jurgen sighed and replied seriously: The weather is getting colder and colder, and the old problems in her lungs are emerging again. She has to go to the hospital for a while.
May God protect her.Klein was not very skillful in drawing the triangular emblem of the Church of Steam and Machinery on his chest.
Then he cut a piece of meat chop, forked it and stuffed it into his mouth.
At this moment, he suddenly thought of a question and said:
So, is this your dinner?
Of course, it was done a few minutes ago.Jurgen answered concisely.
It wasn't the craftsmanship of chef Mrs. Doris, so this looks... Klein twitched a moment, enduring the fear in his heart, and still bit off the small piece of meat chop on the silver fork and chewed it slowly.
His brows frowned little by little, and finally forced his food to swallow, and a smile appeared on his face:
Why did you prepare two servings in advance?
One is to be taken to the hospital for my grandma.Jurgen looked up at Klein and said without thinking there was anything wrong with this. I will prepare another one later.
...So that's it.For politeness, Klein breathed secretly and used a fighting posture to deal with the food in front of him.
When he finished eating, Jurgen had only half left. The senior lawyer temporarily put down his knife and fork, picked up the high-legged glass next to him, drank a sip of red wine, and asked without any expression:
How do you feel?
Which dish do you like the most?
I know there is still a big gap in my skills and my grandma, but it shouldn't be too exaggerated.
Mr. Lawyer, I suspect that in addition to facial nerve disorders, you also have taste problems... Can't you know yourself correctly?Klein smiled, moved his head left and right and said:
The white bread is pretty good.
That was bought by Dodge Bakery.Jurgen buried his head again to solve the remaining food.
After drinking the remaining red wine, he thought for a while and said:
Detective Moriarty, I want to entrust something, a very simple entrustment.
What?Klein kept drinking water.
The mashed potatoes just now were too salty!
My grandma is always in the hospital recently. Sometimes I may not come back for the sake of the case, so Brody will have to go hungry.Jurgen looked at the black cat and said, "I want to ask you to feed Brody when I'm not back, clean its toilet, and play with it for a while. It likes others scratching its chin the most. Well, every night at 10 o'clock, if my house has no lights and is dark, you can come in, 2 Sule every time, until my grandma comes home."
Klein saw a suspected gentle expression on his face, who was always serious and serious, and then raised his lips and said:
A very simple task, a relatively generous reward, I have no reason to refuse.
While speaking, he turned his head toward the black cat Brody and smiled at it.
Black cat Brody slowly turned her body and turned her back to him.
Klein's smile couldn't help but stiffen his face.
……
Klein, who was full of drink, said goodbye and left the Jurgen's house, and slowly walked back to the house he rented on the street where night had completely fallen.
At this time, the people who had finished their work had arrived home and were enjoying their own dinner. There were few pedestrians on the road, not many carriages, and they were quite quiet.
Walking under the light of the gas street light, Klein, who had no urgent desire to go back, was getting slower and slower, and the black shadow beside his feet was the same.
When he passed by Summer's house, he passed through the convex window and saw the lights inside, and the sounds of conversation and laughter were faintly heard.
And right next door at No. 15 Minsk Street, it was dark and silent.
Klein sighed, quickened his pace, took out the key and opened the door.
Before entering, he habitually looked at the mailbox and found another letter lying inside.
Who sent it?Klein took out the letter and glanced at the light of the street light.
There was no stamp posted...the handwriting looked like that of Aisinger Stanton... He nodded slightly, entered the house and closed the door, turned on the light to open the letter.
In the letter, Detective Aisinger said:
...I'm happy to tell you that the murderer has been found and killed on the spot.
The police department believes that our work can be worth at least half of the reward, and it should be distributed to me this week. At that time, I will invite you and other friends to come over and share the bounty.
……
Did Aisinger receive the news so soon?
He has a deep relationship with the Beckland police department... Well, if you don't post stamps, it means he sent it directly to someone. The postal system of the Kingdom of Roone is not so efficient. How could the letter sent in the afternoon arrive in the evening?
Klein breathed, put down his letter, and prepared to change his clothes and go out.
The serial murder case was solved, and the situation in Beckland eased, so he could try to do something.
For example, go to the Brave Bar to find Caspass, contact Marichi to see if the extraordinary man who manipulates the zombies and Miss Sharon have any books on the field of mysticism.
If I guess correctly, they should be defectors from the Rose School. They were considered formally organized before, and they must have known a lot of mystical knowledge, and I now have enough money to buy it!
Klein touched his wallet and thought about it with some anticipation.
Klein held the cane with a normal expression until the public carriage passed two stops before getting off the bus early, and walked around for most of the time, slowly returning to the place where the demon giant dog was killed.
He was not looking for the extraordinary characteristics that the other party had prescribed. It was impossible for the top strong people in the church to know about this matter. They must have taken it away. He was not investigating the source of the previous humming. It has been so long since this has passed. Carriages on the streets are driving and people are coming and going, so how could there be any clues left? Even if you do divination, you will definitely not get the answer.
Klein's purpose is to peek at the characteristics of the seal that creates a strange combat environment from the subtle details surrounding the street, and prepare for possible future encounters.
This is the role of the Magician... He walked under the gray sky, on the edge of the street divided by gas street lights, and sighed silently.
The reason why he had to wait for two stops before getting off the bus and returned from a long way was because he was worried that there were extraordinary officials who were secretly cleaning the battlefield at that time. If he could not meet them, he would try not to meet them.
Crane, dressed in a decent manner, held a cane and had a golden bracelet hanging on her clothes, took a certain amount of time to finally return to the scene of the Demon Giant Dog's death, but there was no corresponding trace left on the street, and the pedestrians coming and going clearly did not know that a more intense extraordinary battle had occurred here.
That seal is so magical, even more powerful than large-scale hypnosis.Klein turned on his spiritual vision and made his pace slower, just like a gentleman who went out for an outing instead of doing business.
After a round of things, he took more than half an hour, but Lingshi did not gain anything, and there was no abnormality in the target block.
However, Klein's inspiration still noticed something, that is, the scope and boundaries.
When I entered the block and left in the other direction, I had a somewhat subtle and illusory feeling, as if I had entered another world from one world, that is, the scope of the impact of that seal can reach at least one block, and the upper limit is not clear for the time being. Well, it can be confirmed that it only works for the extraordinary.Klein stood outside the target street, nodded thoughtfully, then returned again, found a pretty high-end cafe, ordered a cup of Nanwell coffee, and sat by the window.
While drinking the strong fragrance of liquid, he looked at the increasingly lively streets outside to see if there would be any other changes here as time settled.
Unfortunately, what he expected didn't happen.
Of course, he was not completely unrealized. At least he confirmed one thing, that is, the magician does not perform unpreparedly, which is indeed one of the rules of acting.
He felt that the subtle precipitation characteristics in his body were lightly pried.
After the evening came, Klein stopped observing and returned to Minsk Street in a railroad bus.
At this time, the gas street lights on both sides of the road had been lit up, and the blue fire illuminated the slightly wet concrete floor and the withered street trees with yellow leaves.
Klein took a cane and passed outside lawyer Jurgen's house and walked towards the house No. 15.
As he walked, he suddenly thought of something, that is, the food at home has been used up, and it is impossible to make dinner when he goes back like this!
Well, should I go to the butcher restaurant and fruit store, or find a restaurant to fill my stomach first?Klein hesitated for a while and finally decided to take a lazy day tonight and eat ready-made ones.
Although many dishes in this world are quite simple and very fast, so that they do not have to cook for one hour or five minutes, no matter what, it still requires a certain amount of labor, and you have to brush the plates and wash the knife and forks by yourself.
Touching his wallet, Klein turned around and headed to the direction where there were more restaurants in his memory.
He passed by lawyer Jurgen's home again.
Jurgen stood behind the open convex belly window, looking at the confused Detective Moriarty, raised his voice and said:
Mr. Moriarty, you, I mean, have you forgotten to bring the key again?Or, the key fell off?
Why say again?Klein responded:
No, not.
Jurgen nodded very seriously:
Then, should I visit my house?
After dinner, it will be dark before going back.
...Kline hesitated for a second and smiled:
It's my pleasure.
When he entered the door, Brody, the black cat, was licking his paws in the corner. Jurgen did not exchange much greetings and entered the kitchen.
When Klein hangs his coat and hat, puts down his black cane, and enters the restaurant step by step. The food is already arranged on the table, including black meat chops and mashed potatoes of the same color.
He was not surprised by this, the grandmother of Jurgen's lawyer, Mrs. Doris, was like this when she got older, and she looked bad but delicious enough.
She is a chef... Klein sat opposite Jurgen and smiled and greeted:
Are you preparing for a meal?
Yes, before dining, I am used to looking at the scenery outside and letting my thoughts spread without boundaries.Jurgen lays out the napkin and picks up the knife and fork.
Klein looked around in confusion:
Where is Mrs. Doris?
Jurgen sighed and replied seriously: The weather is getting colder and colder, and the old problems in her lungs are emerging again. She has to go to the hospital for a while.
May God protect her.Klein was not very skillful in drawing the triangular emblem of the Church of Steam and Machinery on his chest.
Then he cut a piece of meat chop, forked it and stuffed it into his mouth.
At this moment, he suddenly thought of a question and said:
So, is this your dinner?
Of course, it was done a few minutes ago.Jurgen answered concisely.
It wasn't the craftsmanship of chef Mrs. Doris, so this looks... Klein twitched a moment, enduring the fear in his heart, and still bit off the small piece of meat chop on the silver fork and chewed it slowly.
His brows frowned little by little, and finally forced his food to swallow, and a smile appeared on his face:
Why did you prepare two servings in advance?
One is to be taken to the hospital for my grandma.Jurgen looked up at Klein and said without thinking there was anything wrong with this. I will prepare another one later.
...So that's it.For politeness, Klein breathed secretly and used a fighting posture to deal with the food in front of him.
When he finished eating, Jurgen had only half left. The senior lawyer temporarily put down his knife and fork, picked up the high-legged glass next to him, drank a sip of red wine, and asked without any expression:
How do you feel?
Which dish do you like the most?
I know there is still a big gap in my skills and my grandma, but it shouldn't be too exaggerated.
Mr. Lawyer, I suspect that in addition to facial nerve disorders, you also have taste problems... Can't you know yourself correctly?Klein smiled, moved his head left and right and said:
The white bread is pretty good.
That was bought by Dodge Bakery.Jurgen buried his head again to solve the remaining food.
After drinking the remaining red wine, he thought for a while and said:
Detective Moriarty, I want to entrust something, a very simple entrustment.
What?Klein kept drinking water.
The mashed potatoes just now were too salty!
My grandma is always in the hospital recently. Sometimes I may not come back for the sake of the case, so Brody will have to go hungry.Jurgen looked at the black cat and said, "I want to ask you to feed Brody when I'm not back, clean its toilet, and play with it for a while. It likes others scratching its chin the most. Well, every night at 10 o'clock, if my house has no lights and is dark, you can come in, 2 Sule every time, until my grandma comes home."
Klein saw a suspected gentle expression on his face, who was always serious and serious, and then raised his lips and said:
A very simple task, a relatively generous reward, I have no reason to refuse.
While speaking, he turned his head toward the black cat Brody and smiled at it.
Black cat Brody slowly turned her body and turned her back to him.
Klein's smile couldn't help but stiffen his face.
……
Klein, who was full of drink, said goodbye and left the Jurgen's house, and slowly walked back to the house he rented on the street where night had completely fallen.
At this time, the people who had finished their work had arrived home and were enjoying their own dinner. There were few pedestrians on the road, not many carriages, and they were quite quiet.
Walking under the light of the gas street light, Klein, who had no urgent desire to go back, was getting slower and slower, and the black shadow beside his feet was the same.
When he passed by Summer's house, he passed through the convex window and saw the lights inside, and the sounds of conversation and laughter were faintly heard.
And right next door at No. 15 Minsk Street, it was dark and silent.
Klein sighed, quickened his pace, took out the key and opened the door.
Before entering, he habitually looked at the mailbox and found another letter lying inside.
Who sent it?Klein took out the letter and glanced at the light of the street light.
There was no stamp posted...the handwriting looked like that of Aisinger Stanton... He nodded slightly, entered the house and closed the door, turned on the light to open the letter.
In the letter, Detective Aisinger said:
...I'm happy to tell you that the murderer has been found and killed on the spot.
The police department believes that our work can be worth at least half of the reward, and it should be distributed to me this week. At that time, I will invite you and other friends to come over and share the bounty.
……
Did Aisinger receive the news so soon?
He has a deep relationship with the Beckland police department... Well, if you don't post stamps, it means he sent it directly to someone. The postal system of the Kingdom of Roone is not so efficient. How could the letter sent in the afternoon arrive in the evening?
Klein breathed, put down his letter, and prepared to change his clothes and go out.
The serial murder case was solved, and the situation in Beckland eased, so he could try to do something.
For example, go to the Brave Bar to find Caspass, contact Marichi to see if the extraordinary man who manipulates the zombies and Miss Sharon have any books on the field of mysticism.
If I guess correctly, they should be defectors from the Rose School. They were considered formally organized before, and they must have known a lot of mystical knowledge, and I now have enough money to buy it!
Klein touched his wallet and thought about it with some anticipation.
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