Finally, Klein had a good night's sleep. He slept on the bed he rented in the apartment until he woke up naturally.
He and Ian made an appointment to meet at four o'clock today, and then go to the Brave Bar together. This was not only for the sake of the bodyguard that had not yet been finalized, but also for Klein to successfully complete the Tarot session.
I guess Mr. "The Hanged Man" and the others will be shocked this time, after all, there are three new members in the party... However, I don't know how "Secret" will introduce the member "The World", after all, in
In the eyes of "Magician" and "Judgement", "The World" is a member who can meet Mr. "Fool" in private. Logically speaking, it cannot be a new member who has just joined...
Klein touched his somewhat empty stomach, felt the gurgling sound, and got out of bed. After washing himself with water, he put on the human skin mask that usually tortured his face.
He would take advantage of his free time in the morning to go to the public library in Cherwood District and look through the Tussock Newspaper from the past year, at least through photos, to identify his real enemies.
"And now I am in urgent need of channels that can truly access Backlund's resources. Although my identity as a bounty hunter can allow me to blend into some gray areas, when I encounter an extraordinary person like Lan Erwus, he is more likely to be in the normal situation."
Activities in society and hiding yourself in any corner possible." Klein rubbed his chin and looked at his clothes in front of the complete full-length mirror in the apartment. After confirming that there was nothing inappropriate, he walked out of the room.
Door.
Speaking of newspapers, should I ask Mr. Aigron if anyone has followed my advertisement in the newspaper and submitted a case to me in the past few days... Although there should be no detectives with no reputation.
...
The silver-inlaid cane in his hand kept making crisp sounds, and the regular sounds came from far to near. Klein, wearing a double-breasted coat and a half-high silk hat, finally arrived on the first floor.
Although I have not lived in the apartment for a few days, the place is still lukewarm at first. Since it is already nine o'clock in the morning, Mr. Aigron is the only one sitting behind the front desk, concentrating on the newspaper in his hand, which is bold and black.
The title of the text is extremely clear.
"When will the serial ripper and the creator of the rotting male corpse be brought to justice?"
He's a foodie from the southern style of the Empire again... Klein pushed up the black acetate glasses on the bridge of his nose and strode towards Mr. Agron.
Just as he was about to tap the table with his fingers, he found that Mr. Aiglon had put down the newspaper in his hand and stared at him with an unhappy expression, making the greeting he had originally prepared useless.
If I hadn't turned on my spiritual vision, I would have thought he was an extraordinary person... Klein quickly adjusted his facial expression and asked with a smile:
"Mr. Aiglon, it's like this. I previously placed an advertisement in the Backlund Post, but I went out to do some work a few days ago and did not return to the apartment. I don't know if anyone came to see me.
"
Mr. Aiglon glanced at him displeasedly, then opened the drawer under him, rummaged through it carefully, and after a lot of effort, he pulled out a mediocre letter.
He put it down casually, and the envelope landed directly in front of Klein.
"This letter is yours."
Klein looked at the impatient look on the other party's face, the smile on his lips remained unchanged, and he calmly picked up the letter from the front desk.
"Mike Joseph." His hands, which had smooth skin and a face that was not too restrained, gently turned over the off-white envelope. His ice-blue eyes glanced at it and discovered that the paint on the back had the words "Daily Observer" written on it.
This should be a reporter... Klein originally wanted to ask Mr. Agron about some details about the "Daily Observer", but looking at the other person's frowning eyebrows and the raised newspaper, he couldn't help but sigh silently.
, gave up the idea, carefully collected the envelope, and walked out of the apartment hall.
The sound of leather shoes hitting the wooden floor gradually faded away. Mr. Aigron, who had been reading the newspaper seriously, finally raised his head and glanced at the drawer in the shadow. The vertical pupils in his eyes shone with a faint cold light.
............
Joe Wood District, Backlund Public Library.
Dunn, wearing a maroon coat, stood at the front desk and took the identification card handed over by the library staff with both hands.
He planned to read some recent reports about suspected extraordinary events in major newspapers, so he came to the public library in advance and had just completed the application for a library card.
Although after the establishment of the public library, most borrowings were free of charge as long as they were in the library, but in order to prevent homeless people from using the library as a place to rest at night, anyone who wants to enter the borrowing area must
You must show proof of identity and apply for a library card stamped by the library.
In fact, Dunn didn't have to go to such trouble. After accepting the invitation of the Machine Heart and becoming the other party's informant, he could even use official connections to try to get the opportunity to read police information.
And after saving Mr. Babbage's life, the gentleman was extremely grateful to Dunn and promised to try his best to meet his needs.
However, in order not to alert others, Dunn decided to keep a low profile and investigate the recent cases of the Ripper and the rotting male corpse. Although he has left the Nighthawks, for him, he still believes that he is a guardian who has to act as a guardian and must eliminate evil.
!
"Excuse me, is it okay to only provide proof of identity to apply for a library card?"
Dunn, who was putting his identity certificate on the inside of his coat, was suddenly startled. He looked up for some reason and saw a middle-aged man with a high hairline and deep ice-blue eyes holding a copy of the certificate just now.
He took out the documents and asked with a smile at the front desk.
The receptionist didn't pay attention to Dunn's actions, but took the document handed by the man with familiarity, transcribed Sherlock Moriarty's name on the brand new library card template, and added with his head buried in his face:
"You also need to provide a handling fee of one sule."
It's so expensive... Klein kept a stiff smile, took out a banknote from his left pocket, and placed it in front of the staff.
He turned his neck, turned his head slightly to the left, and looked at the man who had just glanced at him strangely, but who was still standing there holding his identity card.
After being attracted by the other party's dark red eyes and bookish temperament for a few seconds, I felt an inexplicable attraction and asked:
"Did you just apply for a library card too?"
Dunn, who was fastening the buttons on his chest, was a little surprised, and then he quickly raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said in a mellow voice:
"Yes."
"I heard your accent, are you from Jianhai County?" Dunn, who has rich work experience and judged from the opponent's movements and stance that the man opposite has a certain fighting foundation, started the conversation with familiarity.
While Klein took back the library card and identity certificate handed over by the staff, folded them carefully, and put them into the inside and outside pockets of his coat, he recited his character:
"Yes, my hometown is in Jianhai County, and I am a Constonian."
In order to prevent his origin from being associated with Tingen, he specially designed an identity for himself as a Jianhai County, and from time to time he would imitate the accent of his deceased classmate, Welch.
Dunn nodded and said indifferently:
"That's so lucky. I'm from Conston too, Evans. My name is Louis Evans. You should have heard of my family."
Because the information given by Edmund Jason emphasized that the original Louis Evans was a man who paid great attention to his family, so in order to perform better, Dunn sometimes had to get closer to him.
Evans? A native of Jianhai County?
Let me go, I actually bumped into the real thing... Klein controlled his expression, and only relied on his extraordinary ability to avoid any accidents. He followed Dunn's steps and walked calmly towards the interior of the library.
replied:
"Of course I've heard of it. The Evans family is a big family in Conston. I didn't expect that I would meet a member of the Evans family here."
"Although you should have heard my name just now, allow me to formally introduce you. My name is Sherlock Moriarty, and I am a scholar who has just returned from studying in Lombard."
Because the actual borrowing area at the front desk of the library was not far away, the two of them reached the stairs leading to the newspapers within a few steps.
"Do you also want to read the old newspapers?" Dunn, who had just exchanged a few words with the other party after introducing himself, looked a little suspicious when the other party seemed to be going to the same place as him. Then he thought of his abnormal behavior just now.
Take the initiative to speak out.
Klein also looked at the other person's path that seemed to be the same as his own, raised his left eyebrow slightly, and replied thoughtfully:
"I'm going to look at the international news from the previous year and more recently. You know, there are newspapers in Lundborg that have different views than Ruhn."
This kind of question is no longer in line with the implicitness of the Loen people.
After hearing the other party's answer, Dunn nodded thoughtfully, then lowered his voice and replied:
"After all, newspapers occupy different regions, and the interests they represent are also different. Moreover, it is a small country surrounded by big countries and famous for its academics."
Unknowingly, they had reached the reading area on the second floor. Although the door had just opened, there were already many people reading in the library at this time, so they had to speak in a low voice.
Looking around at the passers-by who were seriously immersed in reading, Klein and Dunn both closed their mouths in tacit agreement, thinking about the unusual things they found in each other, and walked towards the area where past newspapers are stored.
It wasn't until he walked to the door of the past newspapers area and looked at the sign above that he asked as if he was normal:
"Mr. Evans, are you here to read old news?"
Dunn, who was implicitly suspicious, smiled.
"Of course not. I am now working part-time as a detective. I have some clues and I want to look for some reports on the case."
"Then I wish you good luck, I'm going to take a look over there." Klein secretly breathed a sigh of relief, pointed in another direction, and raised the corners of his mouth.
"I also wish you good luck." After reacting, Dunn took a deep look at the other person's hand, then with a smile in his dark red eyes, he took the initiative to hold Klein's right hand and shook it gently.
After saying that, the two people who met by chance took the opposite path after a brief encounter. The bookish figure and the mature middle-aged man missed each other again, and they walked farther and farther away.