detective?
Ah... However, his ability to assist the police department in handling such a serious case shows that he is a truly well-known detective, at least very famous inside the Sivelas Field... Well, serial murders involve demon worship, shouldn't it be handed over to the night watcher, the punishment person or the mechanical heart?
The police department just needs to send out some assistants, why do you still need to ask private detectives for help?
Well, the 11 consecutive murders must have caused a sensation. Sivelas was under a lot of pressure and was unwilling to wait in a torment like that?
Klein flashed through many thoughts in an instant, but smiled on the surface:
OK
He boarded the carriage hired by Aisinger Stanton and saw a capable young man with a brunette inside.
This is my assistant.Aisinger, who had a thin face and a clear edge, introduced, please sit down.
He did not close the door of the carriage, nor did he let the driver drive the horse forward, to show that he was not malicious.
Klein sat down intentionally and asked a little uneasy:
Mr. Stanton, what do you want to talk to me?
Aisinger took out a dark pipe and said: I want to know what you have gained from following Ms. Lopez, what have you heard or discovered?
This... I am also a detective, you should know that there is a confidentiality agreement in our industry.Klein therefore answered in a difficult manner.
I am asking you on behalf of Sivelas, which has nothing to do with the confidentiality agreement.Aisinger rubbed his pipe with his thumb, "1 pound, um... how about 2 pounds?"
With the lessons learned from the previous Meerso incident and the fact that there is no need to keep it confidential, Crane immediately replied without hesitation:
Can.
OKAisinger smiled and took out two pounds of 1 bills from his pocket.
Klein made a memory and said frankly: We only heard one sentence. Ms. Lopez tried to send his subordinates to tell Kapin not to send someone over soon.
Kaping?Aisinger nodded slightly, I got it.
Do you know Kaping?Klein did not hide his shock.
Aisinger handed over the bill and said with a smile:
He is a controversial rich man in Joewood.
In Beckland, innocent girls often disappear on secluded streets. After a long time, they may be accidentally discovered in various legal or illegal brothels. A large number of rumors point to Kaping, believing that he is the leader of a criminal with bloody hands and dirty hands, but because there is not enough evidence, he is still free and has known many big names.
If it is true, this guy should have died ten thousand times... Klein nodded and sighed:
This is Roon, this is Beckland, Mr. Stanton, it's time for me to say goodbye.
Thank you for your cooperation.Aisinger politely stood up and gave him off. By the way, your fighting level is quite outstanding. Maybe we will have opportunities to cooperate in the future. What should I call you?
Sherlock Moriarty.Crane answered concisely and walked off the carriage.
It was not until he boarded the newly arrived public carriage that Aisinger Stanton asked his assistant to close the door and ordered the coachman to go to the Hillston District.
Looking out the window, the middle-aged and elderly gentleman with gray temples put on a dark pipe, took out a brass ornament from his pocket, and held it in his hand and rubbed it slowly.
The brass jewelry was a pocket-spread book with a straight eye in the center.
The appearance and appearance of the Mr. Moriarty just now were a bit inconsistent with his outfit. He wore very gentle gold-rimmed glasses, but deliberately wore a beard around his mouth, which looked vulgar and barbaric. This was not in line with normal ideas. In this era, people who are willing to wear gold-rimmed glasses often care about their own image, an image with knowledge and temperament. Perhaps, he was deliberately concealing something... Of course, it may also be a gentleman with an aesthetic difference from ordinary people... Aisinger seemed to be talking to himself, and seemed to be teaching his assistant.
At this moment, Klein on the public carriage leaned against the wall and muttered silently:
Detective Aesinger Stanton had a problem with Ah. Since I opened my spirit, he has always maintained the blue of rational thinking and the purple of indifference and distantness, and the purple of spirituality dominance, and few other emotional colors emerged.
For normal people, unless they are concentrating on studying difficult problems, it is difficult to maintain a similar state for too long. Other emotional colors will inevitably appear, and the difference is the question of how long they stay.
Well...either Detective Aisinger Stanton is such a genius who is always observing and reasoning, a talented guy, or is he an extraordinary person?
It was divided into two upper and lower floors, carrying more than forty passengers, and headed towards the Beckland Bridge area. Klein gradually withdrew his thoughts and turned his eyes out the window, admiring the various buildings on the two to three floors across the street.
Occasionally he can see brown houses five to six stories high, indicating Beckland's latest trends and the cutting-edge architectural techniques of the kingdom.
After a transfer, Klein arrived at Ironmen Street and walked off the carriage across from the Braves’ Bar.
Because before the bar was at its most lively moment, as soon as he entered, he saw Caspass sitting at the bar drinking.
The old rosaceae asked for a glass of lie Langzi, sniffing the scent of the malt and the scorching heat of his throat, and narrowing his eyes in satisfaction.
Klein moved closer, knocked on the bar, and asked with a smile:
Is Marichi here?
Meanwhile, he put his pocket in one hand, holding the Azk copper whistle, and blocking its negative effects with his spirituality.
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a look of his eyes swept across him, full of scrutiny.
When he finished asking, his gaze moved away again, as if he was looking at Caspass.
The old man with huge scars on his face opened his eyes and saw that it was Klein, and said angrily:
He didn't come, nor did he come yesterday.
Not coming... Klein immediately breathed a sigh of relief and stopped wrapping the Azker bronze whistle with his spirituality.
When I mentioned Marich just now, someone was looking at me... When I heard clearly, I was asking Marich about whereabouts, and his eyes shifted again... This was someone looking for Marich Ah... Klein resisted the urge to look back and observe, and analyzed the previous abnormality in his heart.
Combined with his original doubt, he felt that the question seemed to have a general answer.
I was very confused last week. Why should there be a 5-level bodyguard who should take 3-day protection task of 1,000 pounds? This is not that the price is too low, but that it can be considered a strong man at a similar level. In the Goddess Church, it is enough to serve as a deacon or a bishop of the diocese. If you can still win the favor of holy relics, you can even compete for the seats of the Archbishop and senior deacon...
In various secret organizations and intelligence agencies, Sequence 5 also means the identity of the person in charge of a large area or the number two or three persons in the area. Even if they are wild and unorganized extraordinary people, strong people with this strength are enough to establish their own small organization...
No matter from any perspective, the bodyguard can enjoy the dedication of his subordinates, and there is no need to accept orders in person...
At that time, I thought the most likely thing was to invite a security guard who could support the powerful man sent by Berkeron for a while and create opportunities for me. Who knew that the bodyguard was so strong...
Judging from what happened today, the bodyguard lady and Marichi may be similar to me, with a sensitive identity and must hide from each other. Well, their situation may even be worse, and they must always worry about chasing... Hiss, if you can chase the bodyguard lady, even if there are no high-sequence powerhouses, there must be holy objects, or multiple sequences 5...
Of course, this is all my guess. Perhaps it was because Marichi's identity as an extraordinary person was exposed and he was targeted by the Mechanical Heart Squad...
With a lot of thoughts, Klein said regretfully:
In this way, I still want to play cards with him.
Hearing these words obviously did not match the other party's style, Caspass was alert and did not observe the surroundings, but said with a smile:
I will organize a card game tonight. Texas, do you want to participate?
No, I just want to have dinner now. Oh, I'd better go home honestly.Klein sighed and left the Brave Bar without even ordering the wine.
He originally planned to ask Caspass for information about the gathering of other extraordinary people, but after such a situation came into being, he cautiously gave up the idea.
In fact, he could go to a relatively closed place such as the card room to communicate with Caspass on the corresponding issues, but to be on the safe side, he decided to wait for the next time.
Klein was also not in a hurry to go home, but went to the one-bedroom rented in the East District, and went to the gray fog to conduct divination, confirming that no one was following him.
After reassuring, he arrived on Minsk Street before it was dark and found that the newspaper box was filled with various newspapers of subscription.
I was in a hurry to go out today, but I didn’t have time to watch it. At the Kragg Club, I finished practicing the gun and had a good meal. After taking a nap for a while, Talim pulled him to play several tennis games. Haha, I don’t have enough skills and my physical fitness can be compensated... Klein muttered a few silently, opened the door and entered the house, and twisted the gas gate.
He took the newspapers and entered the living room, sat on the sofa, lit the wall lights, and looked around casually.
The first thing Klein browsed was the Beckland Morning Post, and he flipped directly to the fifth page and saw an advertisement of Ernst Trading’s purchase of goods!
Quotes are 7p liters of flour, 1 sul pound of butter, 6p pounds of lard, 1 sul pound of cream, 3p pounds of marquis black tea and tea leaves 8 sul pounds of...
In other words, there will be extraordinary people gathering in the old place at 8 o'clock tomorrow night. The secret code to open the door is to knock 7 times, tap 1 time, and the interval is 6 long and 1 short, and proceed in turn... The 3 and 8 behind are meaningless... Klein interpreted the content, leaned back on the back of the sofa, and began to look forward to the party tomorrow night.
He wants to sell some of the recipes to see if he can buy the corresponding materials or items!
Ah... However, his ability to assist the police department in handling such a serious case shows that he is a truly well-known detective, at least very famous inside the Sivelas Field... Well, serial murders involve demon worship, shouldn't it be handed over to the night watcher, the punishment person or the mechanical heart?
The police department just needs to send out some assistants, why do you still need to ask private detectives for help?
Well, the 11 consecutive murders must have caused a sensation. Sivelas was under a lot of pressure and was unwilling to wait in a torment like that?
Klein flashed through many thoughts in an instant, but smiled on the surface:
OK
He boarded the carriage hired by Aisinger Stanton and saw a capable young man with a brunette inside.
This is my assistant.Aisinger, who had a thin face and a clear edge, introduced, please sit down.
He did not close the door of the carriage, nor did he let the driver drive the horse forward, to show that he was not malicious.
Klein sat down intentionally and asked a little uneasy:
Mr. Stanton, what do you want to talk to me?
Aisinger took out a dark pipe and said: I want to know what you have gained from following Ms. Lopez, what have you heard or discovered?
This... I am also a detective, you should know that there is a confidentiality agreement in our industry.Klein therefore answered in a difficult manner.
I am asking you on behalf of Sivelas, which has nothing to do with the confidentiality agreement.Aisinger rubbed his pipe with his thumb, "1 pound, um... how about 2 pounds?"
With the lessons learned from the previous Meerso incident and the fact that there is no need to keep it confidential, Crane immediately replied without hesitation:
Can.
OKAisinger smiled and took out two pounds of 1 bills from his pocket.
Klein made a memory and said frankly: We only heard one sentence. Ms. Lopez tried to send his subordinates to tell Kapin not to send someone over soon.
Kaping?Aisinger nodded slightly, I got it.
Do you know Kaping?Klein did not hide his shock.
Aisinger handed over the bill and said with a smile:
He is a controversial rich man in Joewood.
In Beckland, innocent girls often disappear on secluded streets. After a long time, they may be accidentally discovered in various legal or illegal brothels. A large number of rumors point to Kaping, believing that he is the leader of a criminal with bloody hands and dirty hands, but because there is not enough evidence, he is still free and has known many big names.
If it is true, this guy should have died ten thousand times... Klein nodded and sighed:
This is Roon, this is Beckland, Mr. Stanton, it's time for me to say goodbye.
Thank you for your cooperation.Aisinger politely stood up and gave him off. By the way, your fighting level is quite outstanding. Maybe we will have opportunities to cooperate in the future. What should I call you?
Sherlock Moriarty.Crane answered concisely and walked off the carriage.
It was not until he boarded the newly arrived public carriage that Aisinger Stanton asked his assistant to close the door and ordered the coachman to go to the Hillston District.
Looking out the window, the middle-aged and elderly gentleman with gray temples put on a dark pipe, took out a brass ornament from his pocket, and held it in his hand and rubbed it slowly.
The brass jewelry was a pocket-spread book with a straight eye in the center.
The appearance and appearance of the Mr. Moriarty just now were a bit inconsistent with his outfit. He wore very gentle gold-rimmed glasses, but deliberately wore a beard around his mouth, which looked vulgar and barbaric. This was not in line with normal ideas. In this era, people who are willing to wear gold-rimmed glasses often care about their own image, an image with knowledge and temperament. Perhaps, he was deliberately concealing something... Of course, it may also be a gentleman with an aesthetic difference from ordinary people... Aisinger seemed to be talking to himself, and seemed to be teaching his assistant.
At this moment, Klein on the public carriage leaned against the wall and muttered silently:
Detective Aesinger Stanton had a problem with Ah. Since I opened my spirit, he has always maintained the blue of rational thinking and the purple of indifference and distantness, and the purple of spirituality dominance, and few other emotional colors emerged.
For normal people, unless they are concentrating on studying difficult problems, it is difficult to maintain a similar state for too long. Other emotional colors will inevitably appear, and the difference is the question of how long they stay.
Well...either Detective Aisinger Stanton is such a genius who is always observing and reasoning, a talented guy, or is he an extraordinary person?
It was divided into two upper and lower floors, carrying more than forty passengers, and headed towards the Beckland Bridge area. Klein gradually withdrew his thoughts and turned his eyes out the window, admiring the various buildings on the two to three floors across the street.
Occasionally he can see brown houses five to six stories high, indicating Beckland's latest trends and the cutting-edge architectural techniques of the kingdom.
After a transfer, Klein arrived at Ironmen Street and walked off the carriage across from the Braves’ Bar.
Because before the bar was at its most lively moment, as soon as he entered, he saw Caspass sitting at the bar drinking.
The old rosaceae asked for a glass of lie Langzi, sniffing the scent of the malt and the scorching heat of his throat, and narrowing his eyes in satisfaction.
Klein moved closer, knocked on the bar, and asked with a smile:
Is Marichi here?
Meanwhile, he put his pocket in one hand, holding the Azk copper whistle, and blocking its negative effects with his spirituality.
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a look of his eyes swept across him, full of scrutiny.
When he finished asking, his gaze moved away again, as if he was looking at Caspass.
The old man with huge scars on his face opened his eyes and saw that it was Klein, and said angrily:
He didn't come, nor did he come yesterday.
Not coming... Klein immediately breathed a sigh of relief and stopped wrapping the Azker bronze whistle with his spirituality.
When I mentioned Marich just now, someone was looking at me... When I heard clearly, I was asking Marich about whereabouts, and his eyes shifted again... This was someone looking for Marich Ah... Klein resisted the urge to look back and observe, and analyzed the previous abnormality in his heart.
Combined with his original doubt, he felt that the question seemed to have a general answer.
I was very confused last week. Why should there be a 5-level bodyguard who should take 3-day protection task of 1,000 pounds? This is not that the price is too low, but that it can be considered a strong man at a similar level. In the Goddess Church, it is enough to serve as a deacon or a bishop of the diocese. If you can still win the favor of holy relics, you can even compete for the seats of the Archbishop and senior deacon...
In various secret organizations and intelligence agencies, Sequence 5 also means the identity of the person in charge of a large area or the number two or three persons in the area. Even if they are wild and unorganized extraordinary people, strong people with this strength are enough to establish their own small organization...
No matter from any perspective, the bodyguard can enjoy the dedication of his subordinates, and there is no need to accept orders in person...
At that time, I thought the most likely thing was to invite a security guard who could support the powerful man sent by Berkeron for a while and create opportunities for me. Who knew that the bodyguard was so strong...
Judging from what happened today, the bodyguard lady and Marichi may be similar to me, with a sensitive identity and must hide from each other. Well, their situation may even be worse, and they must always worry about chasing... Hiss, if you can chase the bodyguard lady, even if there are no high-sequence powerhouses, there must be holy objects, or multiple sequences 5...
Of course, this is all my guess. Perhaps it was because Marichi's identity as an extraordinary person was exposed and he was targeted by the Mechanical Heart Squad...
With a lot of thoughts, Klein said regretfully:
In this way, I still want to play cards with him.
Hearing these words obviously did not match the other party's style, Caspass was alert and did not observe the surroundings, but said with a smile:
I will organize a card game tonight. Texas, do you want to participate?
No, I just want to have dinner now. Oh, I'd better go home honestly.Klein sighed and left the Brave Bar without even ordering the wine.
He originally planned to ask Caspass for information about the gathering of other extraordinary people, but after such a situation came into being, he cautiously gave up the idea.
In fact, he could go to a relatively closed place such as the card room to communicate with Caspass on the corresponding issues, but to be on the safe side, he decided to wait for the next time.
Klein was also not in a hurry to go home, but went to the one-bedroom rented in the East District, and went to the gray fog to conduct divination, confirming that no one was following him.
After reassuring, he arrived on Minsk Street before it was dark and found that the newspaper box was filled with various newspapers of subscription.
I was in a hurry to go out today, but I didn’t have time to watch it. At the Kragg Club, I finished practicing the gun and had a good meal. After taking a nap for a while, Talim pulled him to play several tennis games. Haha, I don’t have enough skills and my physical fitness can be compensated... Klein muttered a few silently, opened the door and entered the house, and twisted the gas gate.
He took the newspapers and entered the living room, sat on the sofa, lit the wall lights, and looked around casually.
The first thing Klein browsed was the Beckland Morning Post, and he flipped directly to the fifth page and saw an advertisement of Ernst Trading’s purchase of goods!
Quotes are 7p liters of flour, 1 sul pound of butter, 6p pounds of lard, 1 sul pound of cream, 3p pounds of marquis black tea and tea leaves 8 sul pounds of...
In other words, there will be extraordinary people gathering in the old place at 8 o'clock tomorrow night. The secret code to open the door is to knock 7 times, tap 1 time, and the interval is 6 long and 1 short, and proceed in turn... The 3 and 8 behind are meaningless... Klein interpreted the content, leaned back on the back of the sofa, and began to look forward to the party tomorrow night.
He wants to sell some of the recipes to see if he can buy the corresponding materials or items!
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