"Thank you," Klein responded with a smile, "But I am a believer in the God of Steam and Machinery. May Steam bless you."
He waved his arms and drew the triangular holy symbol of the Church of Steam in the air.
Nighthawk smiled at him and nodded, then looked at Yager.
However, following the sight of the tired Nighthawk drifting to the rear, Klein soon discovered to his horror that Yager on his left had drawn a crescent moon on his chest without changing his expression.
"May the goddess bless you." Yager rolled his eyes gently.
As a young man with slightly soft facial features who could be described as an aristocratic one-size-fits-all by the old lawyer Edmond, his smile is extremely deceptive.
Even Klein, who witnessed everything, found it difficult to connect him with the murderer who slit Sequence Five's throat ten minutes ago.
Please, Mr. Bishop, please be normal! You are so scary now!
False steam believer, the real goddess cat smiles on the outside, but mmp on the inside.
Compared to gentleness, Klein, who had witnessed someone committing a crime, only felt a strong sense of ominousness.
His former boss had the word "danger" floating above his head, as if a demigod was going to cause trouble.
Unfortunately, the Nighthawks opposite them failed to see beyond the surface to see the true nature. After Yager took the initiative to show kindness, he also relaxed his guard slightly.
The probability of a polite and friendly gentleman committing a crime is low, although there are many exceptions.
The night watchman arranged the dark gloves on his hands and took out a notebook from the inside of his windbreaker: "I'm sorry to bother you two, but we now need to know about your schedule tonight. A case has occurred in the direction you came from, and the church is working on it.
investigation."
"OK."
Yager and Klein both nodded.
"May I ask what your names are?"
"Sherlock Moriarty."
"Jager Drest."
This name sounds so familiar...and why does it feel weird?
After giving his name, Yager couldn't help but glance at Klein.
Maybe he met Old William before? Or was it in his lost memory? For some reason, he always felt that Klein would be an evil, highly intelligent detective criminal.
?There seems to be something wrong?
Before Yager could figure out what was so strange about this combination, Nighthawk asked the next question: "Why are you two traveling late at night?"
Klein and Yager paused for a second at the same time.
It is obviously not convenient for Yager to tell others the reason for his secret investigation tonight. Even if he is not involved in the Beyonder case, being reported to Duke Negan, who strictly prohibits the investigation, is enough for him to drink.
As for Klein, he first came out because he offended a certain well-known figure.
But adhering to the politeness of not letting demigods speak first, Klein explained: "I am the detective who reported the case of the Zmang Party to the police station some time ago. Today, my client came to me and said that Zmang
The Georgian Party surrounded me around my residence, so I went with him to his residence in the East District to take shelter."
etc.
After explaining, Klein suddenly realized something was wrong.
When he heard that the Zmange Party appeared near his home, why didn't he think of going directly to the church or the police station to take shelter? This was obviously his first choice when encountering a crisis.
He was probably misled by the Extraordinary with the same sequence as 0-08.
Because the bishop noticed the moment the extraordinary person appeared, it is very likely that they are at the same level. It is obviously very simple for a demigod or above to mislead him about sequence seven.
Klein's fist hardened.
The annoying sequence where 0-08 is located!
"Well, okay." Nighthawk wrote in the notebook, "Sir, next time, please consider going to the police station or church, where you will be better protected. So this is your client.
?"
"No." Yager took over the topic, "We met in the East District. I used to work at Old William's Pawn Shop in Midtown, and I was fired some time ago. I was looking for an acquaintance to ask why, and I happened to meet Morrie.
Detective Artie meets.”
Both of them tried their best to avoid telling lies so as to escape the extraordinary detection from the church.
Klein has solved the spirit of the deceased. Under normal circumstances, the church cannot track them. As long as they are not proven to be lying during interrogation, they can escape safely.
However, compared to Klein's easy-to-explain motives, Yager had to add a lot of water and distort the facts.
"I understand." Nighthawk continued to nod, "Then what is the approximate route for the two of you coming back from the East District?"
"Come from East Pier Street and prepare to go back to Joe Wood District." Klein replied on behalf of Yager who suddenly appeared in the middle.
Fortunately, when he got into the car, he did not pass by the coachman's eyes, but entered the carriage directly from the side. Miss Sharon's footsteps were heavy after being injured, and the sound of two people getting into the car happened to be heard.
Otherwise, they would be in danger of being inconsistent with the coachman's confession.
Next to him, Yager was a little surprised.
It was a coincidence that the detective lived on the same block as him. Midtown was so big.
"No problem. Then, please leave your addresses. We will release you after we finish the process."
“Minsk 15, Chorwood District.”
"No. 24, Shuiwen Road, Qorwood District."
The Nighthawk scribbled down a few lines, then closed the notebook and put it back into the inner pocket of his windbreaker: "We will be released after my colleagues and I complete the procedures. Wait a moment, you two."
He smiled at the two of them with tired dark circles, then turned and walked into the door of a carriage that opened in the distance.
The traffic in Backlund was unusually heavy late at night, so he personally did not doubt the two young men who had returned from the East District.
In just half an hour, he had already interviewed ten middle-class teenagers and girls, two viscounts, a duke, four MI9 officers, and a military personnel.
If you don’t have a card, you won’t know that Central Street is so bustling at one in the morning.
He knocked on the door and leaned into a carriage clearly bearing the logo of the God of Steam and Machinery.
Yager, who felt guilty as a thief, silently turned on the improved version of his spiritual vision to remotely spy on the progress there.
Unlike the local extraordinary people next door who dare not open their doors randomly, Yager has never heard of saying that he cannot use spiritual vision casually in this world for so long.
Maybe it’s because he’s at least a true god level if something happens to him.
As soon as the Nighthawk stepped into the carriage, he looked at the hopeless man in the corner with an apologetic smile: "I'm sorry, Mr. Bernard, I have to trouble you again."
Bernard has a tough face and a rather tough temperament, but what is inconsistent is that he is now wearing a ridiculous afro, and there seems to be a faint sound of electricity in the curly hair.
Nighthawk could only try to turn his smile into an apologetic one to hide his true laughter.
Bernard sighed desperately: "Backlund should set a curfew."
"Of course, of course, the city government should really think about it again."
Bernard took the notebook from Nighthawk and looked at the mirror on the carriage seat with a heavy heart.
This silver mirror is smooth and translucent, with almost no trace of dust. The surrounding edges are made of ancient bronze carvings, and the style is very contemporary.
"Dear Arrodes," Bernard looked at this devil with eyes that wanted to die but couldn't. "Is what Mr. Jack just asked the person telling the truth?"