Gray mist poured out from the flame of the ritual candle engraved with mysterious patterns, and the slender cardboard box placed in the center of the simple altar suddenly flew up and was introduced into the closing illusory door.
The heavy door with many symbols closed and disappeared. Klein, who had hidden himself in the corner, slowly walked out, walked past the altar, and washed his hands in the pool in front. After doing all this, he gathered his belongings.
Exit the bathroom where the ceremony was held.
Although he had confirmed through a "substitute" that no one was monitoring his apartment, when he thought of Mr. Agron's emphasis on moving again, he felt guilty. He always felt that someone was peeking in secretly, so he put the ceremony in a closed room.
In the bathroom.
Minsk Street, which should be in the Jowood District, is indeed much safer than the place where I live now, and it is more suitable for the role of a detective... Klein read the letter just handed over by Mr. Eggron, and looked at the
The new residence arranged by Prince Edsac made me feel a little sad.
It's really nice to live in a house without paying rent, but it also means that I will completely enter Prince Edsaco's field of vision. Although I can still prepare for general occult experiments, everything about the Tarot Society, or about my own aspirations.
There is a scene of a sacrificial ceremony being held in an "unknown" existence. Once discovered by the prince, what awaits him will only be severe torture by MI9's "interrogators".
Of course, I would rather submit myself directly to the Nighthawks based on my faith... Klein made a joke indifferently, carefully stuffed the envelope in his hand, and threw it into the burning fireplace.
Seeing the envelope without any decoration on the outside gradually being swallowed up by the flames, he took off the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and started stroking them.
If the previous guess was correct, there should be a certain connection between "Secret" and the goddess. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to not be discovered by the goddess when he was being examined by Ms. Fran. At that time, he could directly see the projection of the Kingdom of Heaven!
If your identity is really exposed, or you take the initiative to surrender to the Goddess Church, it is also a good choice... Klein, who raised his left eyebrow high, sighed for a while, rubbed his stiff cheeks, and his body completely fell into a not-so-soft state.
Among the single sofas.
I don’t know where I can find Mr. A’s party... The "world" is a "secret" favored one. How could I not even know such a thing and still ask the new party members?
............
In the famous Bounty Hunter Bar in the East District, although it was only early in the morning, most of the bounty hunters who were not elderly had gathered here early, holding bread sticks that were barely considered breakfast, while dealing with them, while struggling to read the wall.
There are orders posted on it.
It was obviously early in the morning, but the smell of malt wine was already strong and choking. The cold and humid late autumn in Backlund had already forced many people to rely on the strength of alcohol to stay warm.
This is cheaper than buying a stove in the East End.
boom!
A petite figure pushed open the door of the bar mercilessly, seemingly without restraint. The not-so-wide wooden door swayed and creaked, and the sound of hitting the wall attracted most people's attention.
A young lady wearing a light yellow knight's uniform and with messy short golden hair looked around, as if some ignorant little girl had intruded into an adult's place.
However, he usually speaks vulgarly and doesn't care about the many bounty hunters and regular customers. At this time, he turned his head suddenly as if he saw a lion, burying each of them in his arms like an ostrich, and carefully swallowed his breakfast.
.
Xio, who had made a reputation for his fairness in the East District, ignored these bastards who drank so early in the morning, sniffed unaccustomedly, walked a few steps quickly, and jumped onto the high stool at the bar counter.
"Is there anyone with a relatively clean identity?" She threw a few pennies casually, but did not say what kind of wine she wanted.
The bartender, who looked like he was still asleep, subconsciously served the other party a glass of wine.
Suddenly, he felt a chill on his neck, looked ahead with sleepy eyes, and was suddenly awakened by a fright.
In the other seats, there were bounty hunters who were peeking at the situation in a less obvious way. They all looked frightened, with a slight hint of threat in their eyes.
The bartender, who was so frightened that he couldn't understand, suddenly woke up and turned to look to the side, with a suspicious expression on his face.
He smiled dryly and pushed the poured wine back under the bar, and asked reluctantly:
"Which identity is cleaner? I need to know how clean it is."
He was so clean that he was a devout believer and could make the church believe that there were evil extraordinary people trying to get involved in the power of the gods... Xio's lips were half opened, and she didn't know how to describe it for a moment.
"Hey, what's the matter? It's so difficult. Shouldn't you ask me for this kind of thing?" A man of moderate stature squeezed over from the side, not caring about the bartender's face.
He looked curiously at the indifferent bartender and Xio who was thinking, and said:
"Although I may not necessarily know everyone with a clean identity, I should be able to find them all."
A somewhat troubled Xio scratched his stubbornly raised frizzy blond hair and lowered his voice:
"Clean enough to report cultists to the church, Williams, do you know such a person?"
Of course, Xio herself is such a person, but the secret hidden behind her does not allow her to put herself under the church's sight.
The young man named Williams was a little surprised. He took the wine from the bartender and took a sip before saying:
"That sounds like a big deal."
As he spoke, he whistled as if he remembered something funny.
"Well, I can't guarantee that I can find such a person, but I can try and report it to the church through other channels."
As a well-known source in the East District, he didn't know much about what kind of cultist he was and why he bothered to report him.
Xio thought for a moment and rejected the proposal.
"I don't like the way the Storm Lord Church handles it. The punisher will check everyone involved in the matter."
Some gangs in the East District have certain connections with the punishment agents and are under their supervision.
Williams, who believed in the Lord of Storms, did not refute, but nodded in agreement. Then he felt a little difficult and couldn't help but rub his temples.
"Then tell me, I'm only responsible for helping you find someone and then collecting the money. I haven't had much to do for two days."
Hugh's feet were hanging in the air, swaying in front of the legs of the high stool, stroking his smooth chin, and fell into deep thought for a moment.
If only I had Forsi's whimsical association ability...
Her friend has been under crazy urging from the editor these days. The deadline for submission is Wednesday, and he has put all his energy into dealing with the difficulty of the first draft of the new book.
In a daze, Xio asked casually:
"What would you do if you need to report to the church when you are doing something, but you don't want to tell the punisher?"
"Paste a piece of paper at the door of the police station closest to the Church of the Night and the Church of Steam, write down all the required content, and then paste it in the middle of the night to ensure that those Dalmatians can see it early the next morning?" If Williams has
As he thought, the wine glass stopped in front of his mouth.
Xiu, whose facial features had not yet been fully opened, was stunned for a moment, with confusion in his eyes. After a few seconds, he suddenly nodded sharply and agreed:
"It is indeed a good method, let's do it like this!"
............
"Hey, Sherlock!" Mike, whose face was still very rough, shook his arm and gestured to Klein, who had just stepped onto the ground from the exit of the steam subway station.
I just received the letter this morning. Klein, who hurriedly came from the Backlund Bridge area, hurried forward.
Maybe it was the reporter who took the initiative to ask for less commission last time that left a good impression on this reporter. When he wanted to investigate new clues, he immediately thought of himself as a detective.
"Good morning Mike, have you found any new clues?" Klein asked with a smile as he tapped his cane.
After buttoning every button of his coat and rubbing his hands together, Mike nodded and said without reservation:
"Of course, with inside information, I have identified a very possible clue."
As he spoke, he looked at Klein, who looked very mature, and stared at the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose without speaking loudly.
"A bit of a scholar, but not too obvious..."
"What?" Klein pretended not to hear clearly and was a little confused.
Mike withdrew his gaze and took a few steps forward, then turned his head and said slightly mysteriously:
"The place I want to go to soon is quite special. Of course, I didn't think about going there in the morning. We are waiting nearby to investigate and then go there."
So where exactly is it?
While Klein was still looking confused, Mike suddenly smiled with an understanding smile and lowered his voice:
"Golden Rose, Backlund operates legally, the best place."
"Yeah, ballroom."
Klein looked at the not-so-serious reporter in front of him. His face was already somewhat stiff, and his muscles were beating uncontrollably.
Dance hall? Isn't it just that kind of place? Why do you say it so nicely?
However, why go to such a place to investigate, because those victims have had a painful experience?
"What clues do you have?" Klein asked as he walked.
They are now in the Jowood area and don't need to hire a special carriage.
When talking about the investigation, Mike immediately put away the expression on his face and became very serious.
"I found that there may be a certain connection between the two cases of the Crazy Ripper and the rotting male corpse?"
"What happened on Hope Road yesterday gave me some inspiration."
Hope road?
Thinking of the information given by the tall lady at the party last night, Klein subconsciously frowned and said:
"You mean the female police officer was killed?"
Mike, who was relatively far forward, glanced at Klein in surprise, took a breath and said:
"How do you know, this is confidential information of the police department?"
Klein smiled again and remained mysterious:
"Secret channel."
Mike, who got the news from the newspaper's internal channels but was ordered not to spread it, nodded slightly.
Generally, capable detectives will have their own special channels. This is a commercial secret and is not something that can be inquired at will.
He breathed a sigh of relief, skipped the topic and said:
"In short, there is a certain overlap between these two cases. It is very likely that there is no crazy Ripper at all, maybe it is just a smoke bomb to cover up the human kidnapping case!"
Mike, who accidentally discovered some rumors, shook his fist fiercely and determined the essence of the matter.