No. 2 Daffodil Street, Tingen City.
Klein, who left the note, locked the door and walked quickly to Leonard Mitchell who was waiting on the roadside.
Leonard's short black hair is a little longer than last month, and he is neglected to take care of it, which looks very messy.
But even so, with his good looks and emerald eyes and the same temperament as the poet, he still has an alternative beauty.
Sure enough, any hairstyle depends on the face... Klein subconsciously complained and pointed to the Iron Cross Street:
Fry is waiting for us there?
Yes.Leonard took care of the shirt that he had not pierced in and asked casually, "Did you find any clues from the information?"
Klein held a staff in his left hand and walked along the edge of the street:
No, I can’t find any rules in the way of death or the time of death. You know, rituals involving evil gods and demons must be coordinated with specific time points or special methods.
Leonard touched the special revolver hidden around his waist and under his shirt, and chuckled:
This is not absolute. In my experience, some evil gods or demons are very easy to satisfy, as long as they develop a strong interest in what will happen next.
And there must be a considerable number of these deaths that are normal, and they must be eliminated in order to get the correct answer.
Klein glanced at him and said:
That's why the captain asked us to re-invest and eliminate normal events.
Leonard, your tone and description tell me that you have sufficient experience in similar aspects, but you have been a night watcher for less than four years. On average, you have encountered no more than two extraordinary cases per month, and most of them are simple and easy to solve.
He always felt that Leonard Mitchell, a teammate, was strange and mysterious. He not only had always doubted himself and thought he was special, but he was also sometimes ridiculous, sometimes arrogant, sometimes frivolous, and sometimes deep.
Could it be that he has adventures too?Is there an adventure that makes him feel that he is the protagonist of the drama?Klein combines rich insights in films, novels and TV series and makes rough speculations.
Hearing his question, Leonard smiled:
This is because you have not officially entered the state of night watch, and are still in the training stage.
Every six months, the Holy Church will organize extraordinary cases encountered by each church in each diocese into books, and will make certain deletions in different versions according to the level of confidentiality, and then issue them to each member accordingly.
Outside of the occult course, you can apply to the captain, enter Chanis Gate, and borrow previous cases books.
Klein nodded suddenly and said:
The captain never reminded me about this.
Until now, he has not had the chance to enter the Chanis Gate.
Leonard chuckled and said:
I thought you were used to the captain's style, but I didn't expect you to be naively looking forward to him reminding you.
Speaking of this, he added meaningfully: If the captain remembers everything and forgets nothing on one day, then we need to be vigilant.
Does this mean it's out of control?Klein nodded solemnly and asked:
Is this the captain's unique style?I thought it was a problem with the 'Sleepless' sequence...
Staying up late causes memory loss and so on...
To be precise, it is the unique style of "Nightmare". Reality and dreams are intertwined, and it is often difficult to distinguish what is true. It needs to be remembered and what is false, so it doesn't have to be put in your mind... Leonard wanted to say something, but the two of them had already stepped into the iron cross and saw Fry, the corpse collector waiting at the public bus station.
Fry wore a black round-edged felt hat, a thin windbreaker of the same color, and a suitcase in his hand. His pale complexion made people suspect that he would fall down from illness at any time, and his cold and dark temperament kept the surroundings away from him.
After nodding to each other, the three of them met in silence, crossed Slin's bakery together and turned to Iron Cross Street.
The noise immediately came to the face, and street vendors selling oyster soup, fried meat fish, ginger beer and fruits were shouting at the top of their lungs, causing pedestrians to slow down.
At this time, it was already above five o'clock, and many people returned to Iron Cross Street. The road began to be crowded, and some children were mixed together, looking at all this coldly and staring at all their pockets.
Klein often comes here to buy cheap cooked food. He used to live in a nearby apartment and knew the status of the place quite well, so he reminded him:
Beware of thieves.
Leonard smiled and said: Don't care.
He pulled his shirt, adjusted the gun bag, and let the revolver at his waist be exposed.
Suddenly, the eyes of watching him were turned away, and the pedestrians around him also made a way.
...Klein was stunned for a moment, quickly followed Leonard and Fry, and lowered his head to prevent people who knew him from paying attention to him.
Benson and Melissa still kept in touch with some of their former neighbors, after all, they didn't move far enough.
Through the area of street vendors, the three of them entered the real Iron Cross Street.
Passers-by here are all wearing old and tattered clothes, and are both alert to the appearance of strange and glamorous people, and show greed, as if staring at a corrupt vulture, and may attack at any time, but Leonard's revolver effectively prevents all accidents.
We start with the death of last night, starting with Mrs. Lawvis, who made a matchbox.Leonard looked through the information and pointed to the road not far away, No. 134, 1st floor...
As the three of them moved forward, the ragged children quickly hid on the side of the road and stared at them with blank, curious and scared eyes.
Look at their arms and legs, just like matchsticks.Leonard sighed and took the lead in entering No. 134 with three floors.
The gas mixed with various smells suddenly penetrated Klein's nostrils. He could vaguely distinguish the smell of urine, the smell of sweat, the smell of moist mold, and the smell of burning coal wood.
Can't help but raise your hand to cover your nose, and Crane saw Beech Mountbatten waiting here.
The sheriff in charge of the surrounding neighborhoods had a brown beard and flattered Leonard, who showed his identity as an inspector.
Sir, I have let Lawes wait in the room.Beech Mountbatten smiled in a slightly sharp and unique voice.
He obviously did not recognize Klein, who was much more energetic and decent, and only cared about pleasing the three commanders and led them into the Rauves' house on the first floor.
This is a single room house, with two floors of high and low beds on the inside, and a table on the right, with paste, hard paper and other items placed. There are baskets filled with matchboxes in the corner, and a torn cabinet on the left, which contains both clothes and tableware.
There were stoves, toilets, a small amount of coal, wood and other things on both sides of the door. There were two dirty floors in the center. A man was sleeping in a rotten quilt, making people almost unable to get off.
On the lower bunk of the high and low beds, a woman was lying there, her skin was cold and gloomy, and she had obviously lost all her life.
Next to the corpse, there was a man in his thirties with greasy and messy hair. His expression was depressed and his eyes lost.
Lawvis, these three officers come to check the body and ask you something.Beech Mountbatten shouted loudly, not caring about the fact that there were still people sleeping on the ground.
The listless man looked up weakly and asked in surprise:
Didn’t you checked this morning? Have you asked?
He was wearing a gray-blue worker uniform with traces of sewing on it.
If you ask you to answer, how can there be so many questions!Beech Mountbatten scolded the other party hard, then smiled at Leonard, Crane and Fry, sir, that is Lawvis, on the bed is his wife, the deceased. After our preliminary examination, he died of a sudden illness.
Klein and others walked through the gap between the floor to the bed.
Fry, who had a high nose, thin lips and a cold temperament, did not speak, but just patted Lawvis gently, signaling him to get out of the position so that he could check the body by himself.
Klein looked at the man sleeping on the ground and asked in confusion:
Who is this person?
Me, my tenant.Lawvis scratched his scalp and said, "This room costs 3 sulles 10 pence per week. I am just a dock worker. My wife made 1 basket of matchboxes to get two and a quarter pence. 1 basket has 1, 1, 130 boxes or more. We, we have children. I can only rent the spare place to others. A floor shop only costs 1 sulles a week...
I had a tenant who helped the set in the theater. He would not rest before 10 o'clock in the evening, so he sold the right to use the floor during the day to this gentleman, who was the one who guarded the theater gate at night. Well, he only paid 6p per week...
Listening to the other party's nagging introduction, Klein couldn't help but look at the basket in the corner of his eyes.
One basket with more than 130 boxes can only earn 225 pence, which is about two pounds of black bread... How many baskets can I make in a day?(Note 1)
Leonard looked around and asked:
Is there anything unusual about your wife some time before her death?
Lawvis, who had answered similar questions, pointed to his left chest and said: Since last week, well, maybe last week, she often said that it was stuffy and couldn't breathe.
Are there signs of heart disease?A normal death?Klein interjected and asked:
Have you seen her death?
Lawvis recalled:
After the sun set, she stopped working. Candles and kerosene were much more expensive than matchboxes... She said she was very tired and asked me to talk to her two children. She took a break first. When I looked at her again, she had already stopped breathing.
Speaking of this, Lawvis's sorrow and pain can no longer be concealed.
Klein and Leonard asked several questions respectively, but they failed to find unnatural and abnormal factors.
After looking at each other, Leonard spoke:
Mr. Lawwis, please go out and wait a few minutes, we will do an in-depth examination of the body, and I don't think you would like to see the next picture.
OK, OK.Lawvis stood up in a hurry.
Beech Mountbatten walked to the side, kicked the tenant at the sleeping shop, and drove the other party out roughly, while he closed the door and guarded outside.
How about it?Leonard then looked at Fry.
Died from heart disease.Fry said with certainty, with his hands withdrawn.
Klein thought for a while, took out half a penny copper coins, intending to make a quick decision.
‘Mrs. Lawvis’ heart disease has extraordinary factors’?No, this is too narrow, and the answer is easy to mislead... Well, 'Mrs. Lawvis' death is influenced by extraordinary factors'...this is it!He whispered silently as if he was thinking, and soon determined the divination statement.
While reciting, Klein came to Mrs. Lawvis's body, his eyes turned deeper, and the coin popped up.
When the lingering sound echoed, the brass-colored coins rolled and fell, and stopped steadily in his palm.
This time, the king's avatar faces upwards.
This shows that Mrs. Lawvis' death is indeed affected by extraordinary factors!
Note 1: At the end of the Victorian era, a basket was 144 matchboxes, and the labor fee was 225 pence. The limit for a woman to be busy from morning to night was 7 baskets.
Klein, who left the note, locked the door and walked quickly to Leonard Mitchell who was waiting on the roadside.
Leonard's short black hair is a little longer than last month, and he is neglected to take care of it, which looks very messy.
But even so, with his good looks and emerald eyes and the same temperament as the poet, he still has an alternative beauty.
Sure enough, any hairstyle depends on the face... Klein subconsciously complained and pointed to the Iron Cross Street:
Fry is waiting for us there?
Yes.Leonard took care of the shirt that he had not pierced in and asked casually, "Did you find any clues from the information?"
Klein held a staff in his left hand and walked along the edge of the street:
No, I can’t find any rules in the way of death or the time of death. You know, rituals involving evil gods and demons must be coordinated with specific time points or special methods.
Leonard touched the special revolver hidden around his waist and under his shirt, and chuckled:
This is not absolute. In my experience, some evil gods or demons are very easy to satisfy, as long as they develop a strong interest in what will happen next.
And there must be a considerable number of these deaths that are normal, and they must be eliminated in order to get the correct answer.
Klein glanced at him and said:
That's why the captain asked us to re-invest and eliminate normal events.
Leonard, your tone and description tell me that you have sufficient experience in similar aspects, but you have been a night watcher for less than four years. On average, you have encountered no more than two extraordinary cases per month, and most of them are simple and easy to solve.
He always felt that Leonard Mitchell, a teammate, was strange and mysterious. He not only had always doubted himself and thought he was special, but he was also sometimes ridiculous, sometimes arrogant, sometimes frivolous, and sometimes deep.
Could it be that he has adventures too?Is there an adventure that makes him feel that he is the protagonist of the drama?Klein combines rich insights in films, novels and TV series and makes rough speculations.
Hearing his question, Leonard smiled:
This is because you have not officially entered the state of night watch, and are still in the training stage.
Every six months, the Holy Church will organize extraordinary cases encountered by each church in each diocese into books, and will make certain deletions in different versions according to the level of confidentiality, and then issue them to each member accordingly.
Outside of the occult course, you can apply to the captain, enter Chanis Gate, and borrow previous cases books.
Klein nodded suddenly and said:
The captain never reminded me about this.
Until now, he has not had the chance to enter the Chanis Gate.
Leonard chuckled and said:
I thought you were used to the captain's style, but I didn't expect you to be naively looking forward to him reminding you.
Speaking of this, he added meaningfully: If the captain remembers everything and forgets nothing on one day, then we need to be vigilant.
Does this mean it's out of control?Klein nodded solemnly and asked:
Is this the captain's unique style?I thought it was a problem with the 'Sleepless' sequence...
Staying up late causes memory loss and so on...
To be precise, it is the unique style of "Nightmare". Reality and dreams are intertwined, and it is often difficult to distinguish what is true. It needs to be remembered and what is false, so it doesn't have to be put in your mind... Leonard wanted to say something, but the two of them had already stepped into the iron cross and saw Fry, the corpse collector waiting at the public bus station.
Fry wore a black round-edged felt hat, a thin windbreaker of the same color, and a suitcase in his hand. His pale complexion made people suspect that he would fall down from illness at any time, and his cold and dark temperament kept the surroundings away from him.
After nodding to each other, the three of them met in silence, crossed Slin's bakery together and turned to Iron Cross Street.
The noise immediately came to the face, and street vendors selling oyster soup, fried meat fish, ginger beer and fruits were shouting at the top of their lungs, causing pedestrians to slow down.
At this time, it was already above five o'clock, and many people returned to Iron Cross Street. The road began to be crowded, and some children were mixed together, looking at all this coldly and staring at all their pockets.
Klein often comes here to buy cheap cooked food. He used to live in a nearby apartment and knew the status of the place quite well, so he reminded him:
Beware of thieves.
Leonard smiled and said: Don't care.
He pulled his shirt, adjusted the gun bag, and let the revolver at his waist be exposed.
Suddenly, the eyes of watching him were turned away, and the pedestrians around him also made a way.
...Klein was stunned for a moment, quickly followed Leonard and Fry, and lowered his head to prevent people who knew him from paying attention to him.
Benson and Melissa still kept in touch with some of their former neighbors, after all, they didn't move far enough.
Through the area of street vendors, the three of them entered the real Iron Cross Street.
Passers-by here are all wearing old and tattered clothes, and are both alert to the appearance of strange and glamorous people, and show greed, as if staring at a corrupt vulture, and may attack at any time, but Leonard's revolver effectively prevents all accidents.
We start with the death of last night, starting with Mrs. Lawvis, who made a matchbox.Leonard looked through the information and pointed to the road not far away, No. 134, 1st floor...
As the three of them moved forward, the ragged children quickly hid on the side of the road and stared at them with blank, curious and scared eyes.
Look at their arms and legs, just like matchsticks.Leonard sighed and took the lead in entering No. 134 with three floors.
The gas mixed with various smells suddenly penetrated Klein's nostrils. He could vaguely distinguish the smell of urine, the smell of sweat, the smell of moist mold, and the smell of burning coal wood.
Can't help but raise your hand to cover your nose, and Crane saw Beech Mountbatten waiting here.
The sheriff in charge of the surrounding neighborhoods had a brown beard and flattered Leonard, who showed his identity as an inspector.
Sir, I have let Lawes wait in the room.Beech Mountbatten smiled in a slightly sharp and unique voice.
He obviously did not recognize Klein, who was much more energetic and decent, and only cared about pleasing the three commanders and led them into the Rauves' house on the first floor.
This is a single room house, with two floors of high and low beds on the inside, and a table on the right, with paste, hard paper and other items placed. There are baskets filled with matchboxes in the corner, and a torn cabinet on the left, which contains both clothes and tableware.
There were stoves, toilets, a small amount of coal, wood and other things on both sides of the door. There were two dirty floors in the center. A man was sleeping in a rotten quilt, making people almost unable to get off.
On the lower bunk of the high and low beds, a woman was lying there, her skin was cold and gloomy, and she had obviously lost all her life.
Next to the corpse, there was a man in his thirties with greasy and messy hair. His expression was depressed and his eyes lost.
Lawvis, these three officers come to check the body and ask you something.Beech Mountbatten shouted loudly, not caring about the fact that there were still people sleeping on the ground.
The listless man looked up weakly and asked in surprise:
Didn’t you checked this morning? Have you asked?
He was wearing a gray-blue worker uniform with traces of sewing on it.
If you ask you to answer, how can there be so many questions!Beech Mountbatten scolded the other party hard, then smiled at Leonard, Crane and Fry, sir, that is Lawvis, on the bed is his wife, the deceased. After our preliminary examination, he died of a sudden illness.
Klein and others walked through the gap between the floor to the bed.
Fry, who had a high nose, thin lips and a cold temperament, did not speak, but just patted Lawvis gently, signaling him to get out of the position so that he could check the body by himself.
Klein looked at the man sleeping on the ground and asked in confusion:
Who is this person?
Me, my tenant.Lawvis scratched his scalp and said, "This room costs 3 sulles 10 pence per week. I am just a dock worker. My wife made 1 basket of matchboxes to get two and a quarter pence. 1 basket has 1, 1, 130 boxes or more. We, we have children. I can only rent the spare place to others. A floor shop only costs 1 sulles a week...
I had a tenant who helped the set in the theater. He would not rest before 10 o'clock in the evening, so he sold the right to use the floor during the day to this gentleman, who was the one who guarded the theater gate at night. Well, he only paid 6p per week...
Listening to the other party's nagging introduction, Klein couldn't help but look at the basket in the corner of his eyes.
One basket with more than 130 boxes can only earn 225 pence, which is about two pounds of black bread... How many baskets can I make in a day?(Note 1)
Leonard looked around and asked:
Is there anything unusual about your wife some time before her death?
Lawvis, who had answered similar questions, pointed to his left chest and said: Since last week, well, maybe last week, she often said that it was stuffy and couldn't breathe.
Are there signs of heart disease?A normal death?Klein interjected and asked:
Have you seen her death?
Lawvis recalled:
After the sun set, she stopped working. Candles and kerosene were much more expensive than matchboxes... She said she was very tired and asked me to talk to her two children. She took a break first. When I looked at her again, she had already stopped breathing.
Speaking of this, Lawvis's sorrow and pain can no longer be concealed.
Klein and Leonard asked several questions respectively, but they failed to find unnatural and abnormal factors.
After looking at each other, Leonard spoke:
Mr. Lawwis, please go out and wait a few minutes, we will do an in-depth examination of the body, and I don't think you would like to see the next picture.
OK, OK.Lawvis stood up in a hurry.
Beech Mountbatten walked to the side, kicked the tenant at the sleeping shop, and drove the other party out roughly, while he closed the door and guarded outside.
How about it?Leonard then looked at Fry.
Died from heart disease.Fry said with certainty, with his hands withdrawn.
Klein thought for a while, took out half a penny copper coins, intending to make a quick decision.
‘Mrs. Lawvis’ heart disease has extraordinary factors’?No, this is too narrow, and the answer is easy to mislead... Well, 'Mrs. Lawvis' death is influenced by extraordinary factors'...this is it!He whispered silently as if he was thinking, and soon determined the divination statement.
While reciting, Klein came to Mrs. Lawvis's body, his eyes turned deeper, and the coin popped up.
When the lingering sound echoed, the brass-colored coins rolled and fell, and stopped steadily in his palm.
This time, the king's avatar faces upwards.
This shows that Mrs. Lawvis' death is indeed affected by extraordinary factors!
Note 1: At the end of the Victorian era, a basket was 144 matchboxes, and the labor fee was 225 pence. The limit for a woman to be busy from morning to night was 7 baskets.
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