Klein did not touch Zerel's body and retreated out of the fork in the road.

Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!

A sudden sound came from afar, echoing continuously in the hollow and deserted sewer.

Klein listened for a few seconds and decisively retreated to the exit along the dirty cement road on both sides of the sewage river.

For him, there is no need to take risks without involving himself.

After climbing out of the sewer, Klein closed the iron cover again and dealt with it slightly nearby. Then he returned to the one-bedroom he rented in the East District, changed his clothes, and removed his disguise.

Then, he put on his gold-rimmed glasses, walked to another street, took a taxi carriage, and returned to Jowood District in the quiet and cold of three in the morning, but not Minsk Street.

After that, Klein went around again and confirmed that no one was following him, he entered his home and slept until dawn, with the doorbell shaking.

He suddenly turned over and sat up, put on his shirt, buttoned up his vest, quickly walked down to the first floor, and opened the door.

Before this, the premonition ability of the "Clown" sequence had already made him naturally outline the image of the visitor in his mind:

The old coat that doesn't fit well, the brown hat with a dome, the torn shoulder bag, bright red eyes, a pretty face, and a quiet temperament, is the big boy Ian who came to entrust the task yesterday.

"Good morning, Detective Moriarty." Ian said hello and looked around and said, "Have you gained anything? Well... I just passed by and asked."

Klein Zheng said with a head start:

"have."

"..." Ian seemed to be startled and couldn't speak for a long time.

After a while, he stammered his lips and asked in surprise:

"Did you confirm Mr. Zerrel's condition?"

"Yes." Crane paused and said seriously, "I found Zerrel's body."

"Corps..." Ian's pupils shrank and he repeated in a low voice.

He was not too surprised, and seemed to have expected this worst possible outcome.

Klein watched quietly without interrupting.

"Huh..." Ian breathed a sigh of relief and looked around vigilantly, "Your efficiency is amazing. Can you take me to see Mr. Zerrell's body?"

"No problem, in fact, I'm planning to do this." Klein thought for a while, "I hope you don't mention me when you call the police, just say you found it. I think you know how to weave the reasons."

Ian was not surprised at this. He knew very well that not every detective likes to deal with the police. In fact, except for the big detectives who are very famous and often provide advice and corresponding help to the police department, everyone else is discriminated against by the police, excluded by them, and even extorted.

This is the current situation in the Kingdom of Ruhn.

"Okay." Ian agreed readily.

Considering entering the sewer, Klein changed into a set of clothes for the ordinary working class, wore a deer hunting hat, and took out a horse lantern.

The two arrived in the East Side by bus, and walked for half an hour to the remote sewer entrance under a pair of numb or malicious eyes.

"How did I find it?" Ian looked at Klein moving the lid and climbing down, asking half surprised and curiously.

Klein stared at the bottom and replied casually:

"Skillful training, which includes many techniques for reasoning, investigation, tracking and cross-examination."

Ian followed into the sewer and nodded disgustingly:

“…You seem to have received very professional training.”

Klein did not answer directly, and carried the lantern that had been lit, took Ian into the fork in the road and came to the gloomy corner.

As soon as he approached, his eyes narrowed slightly, because Zerrell's body was much less than last night, with one arm and half of his ribs.

This is not something a mouse can do... Klein muttered to himself, not reminding Ian.

With the help of the light of the lantern, Ian saw clearly the appearance of the corpse.

He squatted down suddenly, vomited, and gradually vomited out yellow-green bile. Klein took out the prepared "Crag oil", unscrewed the cork, bent down and put the port in front of Ian's nose.

Ian suddenly made a clever blow and eased it.

More than ten seconds later, he whispered weakly:

"Thanks……"

He stood up slowly and carefully examined the incomplete body several times:

"I can confirm that he is Detective Zerrel."

"Sorry," Klein responded politely, "I suggest you call the police."

"Yeah." Ian nodded slightly and followed the other party back to the ground.

At this time, Klein clapped:

"My mission has ended here, and it is up to you to decide what to do afterwards."

Ian was silent for a few seconds and said:

"I still owe you three things, you can tell me now."

"In fact, I only thought of one thing for the time being." Klein replied frankly, "I want to know where to get guns and bullets, without requiring a full-class weapon license."

Ian said almost without thinking:

"The area of ​​Beckland Bridge, Ironmen Street, the 'Brave Bar', I asked Caspas Canlining to say it was introduced by the 'old man'."

"Okay, let's talk about the remaining two things later. I have a premonition that we will meet again." Klein nodded casually.

Ian looked at him, remained silent, and said nothing.

The two separated and headed towards different streets in the East District, and the remote place returned to silence.

After walking for a while, Klein suddenly turned around and returned the same way, then hid in the hidden corner and peered at the entrance of the sewer.

After waiting for two or three minutes, he saw Ian return quietly and looked around vigilantly.

Klein retracted his gaze in time, pressed his back against the wall, and listened to the movement.

He heard the friction of the iron cover being removed and heard someone climbing down.

Pulling his head cautiously, Klein discovered that Ian had re-entered the sewer.

There was a clue or something hidden on Zerel's body? The fruit of this matter was indeed very deep... He nodded thoughtfully.

Klein, who satisfied his curiosity, stopped staying and actually left, planning to go to Kaspass Canlining again in two days.

…………

During afternoon tea, Viscount Glylint is located in his home in Queens.

The door of the study was closed tightly, completely separating the four people inside from the outside guests participating in the salon.

"Hugh, Fors, this is the reward you deserve." Audrey wore a light yellow dress with many lace decorations and pushed a bulging envelope to the two ladies across the desk.

Xiu wanted to say something politely, but her hand grabbed the envelope one step faster and felt the weight of money.

She had no choice but to say sincerely:

"Miss Audrey, thank you for your generosity and your integrity makes you more beautiful."

While speaking, she had unbuttoned the thin threads wrapped around the envelope and saw the banknotes inside.

It was a gray-bottomed black-textured banknote with uniform colors, thick and emitting a special ink fragrance, which made people feel relaxed and pleasant.

"10 pounds..." Hug took out one and confirmed the denomination. Forsy, who seemed lazy and didn't care about money, came over at some point.

At least... don't observe the thickness and figure out how many pictures there are in total.

She couldn't help but look at Forsy and saw the surprise in each other's eyes:

This is obviously much more than they imagined!

Audrey smiled and said:

"There are 800 pounds in total, you decide how to distribute it yourself."

"That incident puts you in danger, I'm sorry for that."

800 pounds... No, no need to apologize... I will accept the commission even if I know the possible consequences... Even if it is just split equally, plus my savings, it is enough to buy the recipe for the "Sheriff" potion... Xiu, who is over 1.5 meters tall, stared blankly at the banknotes in the envelope, hoping to pull them out and count them repeatedly.

She believed that the generous and generous beautiful Miss Audrey would definitely not be short of reward, but what if the other party counted wrongly?

Everyone makes mistakes! Xiu raised his right hand, paused for a few seconds, and then silently let it go.

Forsy's mouth couldn't stop rising and said with emotion:

"This is more than the total royalties I have received so far in the book "Storm Villa"..."

Should I praise Miss Audrey or laugh at the poverty of the writer? She added silently.

Viscount Glylint was also a little envious, but not Viscount Hugh and Forth. As a viscount with a good financial situation, 800 pounds is not a big deal.

What he envied was that Audrey was generous and had no burden at all.

"Cough..." Viscount Glylint cleared his throat, "If you can get the 'pharmacist' formula, I will also give you a lot of rewards."

"We do our best!" Hug replied without hesitation, then she looked at Audrey, "We recently came into contact with people suspected of Psychological Alchemy, and the 'Auspense' potion you want will soon have clues."
To be continued...