It seems to be of Bairan's origin... the university lecturer... it is indeed Mr. Azke, not the same name and surname... With the information provided by old Kohler, Klein basically confirmed that the person who was offered was Azke, who was suspected of descendants of the god of death.

"Then the question is, who or which organization is looking for Mr. Azke?

"The spiritual sect that aims to resurrect the Death as its ultimate goal? Ince Zangwell, who likes to be the mastermind behind the scenes?

"It's not very similar to the latter. Ince Zangwell has a seal of 0-08, which can allow the target to act according to his own description and achieve the desired goal through a series of coincidences. He has no need to use the gang members and bounty hunters to find Mr. Azke...

"Wait, what if this is the arrangement of the seal 0-08? Ins Zangwell found that he was targeted by Mr. Azker, but he was not sure of winning in the battle. So he used 0-08 to make Mr. Azker conflict with a certain force, hoping to use indirect means to eliminate the enemy. This time the reward was issued by that force... It is very likely!

"But it cannot be ruled out that the Spirit Cult Group, Mr. Azke may have had some contact with them for revenge, but there were major differences between the two sides on the resurrection of the God of Death, which eventually led to a break..."

Klein instantly thought of two possibilities and corresponding reasons.

He picked up the coffee and took a sip, then said to Old Kohler:

"Please ask me who issued this reward task and the specific price. If it is appropriate, maybe I will pay attention to it."

"No problem." Old Kohler didn't think there was anything wrong with Klein's request.

In a sense, there is no essential difference between a private detective and a bounty hunter. The only difference is in the form of expression. The former even does small things like catching a cat and helping people walk their dogs, and likes reasoning rather than using force.

After Old Kohler finished his other experiences, Klein briefly taught the other party’s cliché skills and emergency response plans in individual scenarios according to the tutorial of the night watchman.

"It's time for me to go to the dock. Thank you, Detective Moriarty, for giving me a wonderful life again!" Old Kohler picked up the worn soft hat on the table and thanked him sincerely.

In his opinion, Mr. Detective not only provided him with a well-paid job, but also taught many useful things. Even if the other party no longer needs informants in the future, these skills are enough to make him barely survive in the East District, especially after he is getting older and unable to do heavy work.

A wonderful life? In my opinion, what you currently have is a basic life for a person... After watching Old Kohler walk out of the cheap cafe, Klein sat there in a daze.

This was the first time he heard a friend's name from others after he came to Beckland, and it was also the first time he could have grasped the whereabouts of Ince Zangwell!

In the past three months, especially after killing Ranrus, Klein's main goal has been to digest potions and improve himself.

Because he knew very well that he had an irreparable gap with Ince Zangwell, who was mostly a high-sequence powerhouse, and he should not be anxious to take revenge, especially the seal 0-08 that was chilling just by thinking about it, which made him not even have the idea of ​​getting closer and investigating.

The scenes that happened in the Black Thorn Security Company in Tingen City jumped into Klein's mind again, and the bright leather shoes were clearly like they were in front of him.

He raised his head and breathed slowly. Klein took his scarf and hat and walked out of the cheap cafe.

…………

Hilston District, outside a somewhat old house.

Klein walked out of the carriage, pressed his hat, and headed straight to the gate.

This is Aisinger Stanton's home.

The detective wrote to Klein a few days ago, inviting him to come and discuss a murder case.

Because Klein was busy with financing the bicycle project, he replied in a tactful way that he had no time recently and expressed his refusal. Who knew that Esinger Stanton didn't care, saying that the case had entered a dead end and there would be no breakthrough in the short term. He was very happy to wait for the visit of Detective Sherlock Moriarty, and was looking forward to a communication that burst into sparks of wisdom.

Klein had to first divine the dates suitable for visiting the other party, and chose the closest one after the negotiations, which was this afternoon, and wrote back to the other party to finalize the matter.

Dingdang, Dingdang.

Klein pulled the doorbell twice and took a step back and waited.

After more than ten seconds, the door creaked open, and Detective Aisinger's assistant smiled:

"Good afternoon, Detective Moriarty, Mr. Stanton is waiting for you in the living room. Are you going to have coffee or black tea?"

The assistant is thin and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, looking gentle and professional.

Klein looked up at him and said:

"Black tea, add less lemon slices."

"No problem." The assistant led Klein into the living room and pointed to the doorway of the living room. "Sorry, our servants are all temporary. They just happened to rest today, so I can only trouble you to go there yourself."

Klein nodded slightly and walked outside the living room on the first floor.

While he raised his hand and knocked on the door, he suddenly felt something was wrong:

I came to visit Mr. Stanton and decided something a few days in advance. How could I just happen to meet a temporary servant and rest?

Klein narrowed his eyes and reached out to take out a copper penny.

At this moment, the living room door opened after being knocked, and a small gap was cracked.

In an instant, it seemed that some seal was lifted, and a strong smell of blood came out and penetrated into Klein's nose.

In his sight, the easy chair in the living room was overturned to the ground, stained with a lot of dark red blood, and a book fell next to it with the cover facing up.

Just after shaking this glance, Klein seemed to have seen the scene of the murder.

The name of the book then came into his pupils:

"The Legend of the Demons in the Siviras Region"

Demon... Klein was about to make some move when a strong gust of wind suddenly blew in the living room, and he pulled the door and quickly walked back.

Bang!

Klein saw the complete view of the living room:

The charcoal in the fireplace has been burned and no longer has red appearance;

The coffee table, sofa, chairs, cabinets and other items were overturned and broken, as if they witnessed a fierce battle;

There was a lot of blood on the carpet and walls, accompanied by a large amount of scorch marks, but a body could not be found at the scene, and even the remaining limbs could not be seen.

Something happened to Detective Stanton? Klein took a sudden step back and planned to leave here first.

But almost at the same time, he felt that he was locked by someone.

There was a person who didn't know where he was hiding, looking at him ruthlessly!

Once his response is wrong, he will immediately encounter a fatal attack!

What is this suitable for visiting Aisinger Stanton? Is there something wrong with my interpretation of revelation? Klein did not dare to act rashly.

But he was not too nervous or panicked. He had experienced many battles and "performances" and knew that the most important thing to be calm at this time was to be calm.

Da, da, da, Aisinger Stanton's assistant walked over with a tray.

A tray is topped with a tin teapot and two white-glazed porcelain cups.

The assistant saw the scene in the living room and stood there in a daze.

He looked at Klein, his expression suddenly filled with fear, and he said one by one:

"You, kill, Stanton, sir..."

Every time he spits a word, a piece of flesh on his face will fall, dripping blood.

When he finished speaking, he was shattered and turned into a corpse, just like this, and it was in this state, but it was just stitched together.

When! Crack! The tin pot and white glaze porcelain cup landed on the ground at the same time, either rolling or splashing, while the black tea water quickly soaked the nearby area.

Klein didn't move, just watched it happen because he felt that he was still being watched.

The guy who made it all seemed to be waiting for him to act, then pounced on him from behind and bit his neck.

After a while, in the silent and weird stalemate, Klein saw the door of Aisinger Stanton's house being opened, and a group of policemen in black and white uniforms rushed in.

They found the disgusting and terrifying corpse on the ground, immediately pulled out their revolver and pointed to Klein at the door of the living room.

Facing the dark muzzle, Klein relaxed.

The silent gaze, as if he was holding a gun to the back of his head, disappeared in this moment!

Klein raised his hands and smiled helplessly:

“I wouldn’t say anything until I saw my lawyer.”

…………

The Hissac Department of Beckland Police Department.

Crane, who was cooped on the water pipe, saw Lawyer Jurgen again.

"I will accompany you for interrogation." Jurgen's expression was not abnormal at all, as if Detective Moriarty should appear here.

Klein sighed:

"This is a tragedy. At this time, I should consider what to eat at night, rather than chatting with the stern police officer."

What he was most grateful today was that due to the investigation of the Aurora Society and the attention of the high-sequence powers of the Rose School, he did not carry any extraordinary items, and the only revolver easily concealed the body search under a "magic" performance.

After entering the interrogation room, he had not waited for the police officer to ask, and he had received a letter from Aisinger Stanton and came to discuss a case as an appointment.

"We will go to your house with Attorney Jurgen to get these letters later, hoping they are still there." The officer in charge of the interrogation asked instead, "How did you and Detective Aisinger Stanton meet?"

Klein replied without hesitation:

"Because of the previous serial murder case..."

Speaking of this, he was stunned for a moment.

He remembered something, and he always suspected that there was a master behind the demon dog, and he once snorted coldly at the scene where the demon dog was killed.
Chapter completed!