As the relatively soothing music came to an end, Mike pretended to be affectionate and "reluctantly" let go of his left palm. He took a few steps back and then slowly turned around. His expression instantly became calm.
He glanced around casually and found that the detective he hired was staring blankly ahead.
Hey, the corner of Mike's mouth turned up, and he curiously followed Klein's gaze, only to find that there was nothing in the place where those ice-blue eyes were facing, except for a few waiters who occasionally passed by on the wall of the hall.
Slowly, as still as a sculpture, Klein pushed up his glasses and regained his agility in his behavior.
He felt as if a piece of the puzzle was missing in his memory, as if the perspective in a dream were hazy, leaving only a layer of color.
There was a lady who looked like a "witch" just now? Klein rubbed his forehead and squeezed his temples, trying hard to squeeze out more impressions.
"What are you doing, don't you want to go take a look?" Mike, who deliberately slowed down his movements and was not serious, asked sideways, instead of trying to occupy the remaining seats on the sofa with Klein.
The muscles on his face were stiff and his expression was not obvious. Klein's nose twitched slightly and he explained with some pain:
"The perfume here is too complex and too strong, which is very unfriendly to my nose."
Mike, who was obviously used to it, sniffed the smell in the air carefully and nodded thoughtfully:
"Maybe, I'm used to it."
He caught Klein's teasing gaze and added:
"When interviewing some important people, their wives use something purer than this."
"Of course, there are many younger aristocratic gentlemen who also like this kind of taste that can symbolize their status."
As he spoke, he seemed to recall the scene at that time, and pressed his nose in a somewhat exaggerated manner.
Klein looked over Mike's shoulder, looking for the target casually, and said distractedly:
"So did you make any new discoveries just now?"
He still remembered that he entered here because his employer found new clues and wanted to investigate in depth.
Klein straightened his body and tilted his head slightly, his eyes searching.
"No, the girls here should have been warned. Although it shouldn't be serious, they are obviously unwilling to take this risk. I can see that they are used to obeying the rules here unconditionally." Mike was not very attentive.
He bit his lip, as if he was facing a difficult problem, with a trace of worry and concern in his eyes.
It can be seen that he must sympathize with the young ladies here, but there is nothing he can do.
Klein, who was equally sympathetic but equally helpless, stood up, and the perfectly disguised chain-blade cane was moved to his right hand.
"So what do we do next?"
If there were just ordinary bodyguards here, as long as the opponent didn't draw his gun, Klein could take them all down by himself, but after knowing that there was another danger, it was extremely important to prepare weapons in advance.
Mike, who knew nothing about this, shook his head and looked to the other side.
"Ms. Lopez here is the agent of the boss behind this. We go to her directly. At least we can confirm a certain attitude."
After a pause, seeing that Klein had no additional expression, Mike added uneasily.
"You should be sure, Sherlock?"
He pretended to glance casually at the cane in Klein's hand.
"Of course, but if you are in danger, I hope you can listen to me." The right palm covered by the glove turned flexibly, looking at the heavy cane and tapping it lightly, just like other gentlemen usually use it.
Without saying anything more, Mike looked at a single sofa not far away. After confirming it again and again, he strode away.
On the small single sofa, a lady with a charming appearance, gorgeous dress and relatively natural makeup was sipping low-alcohol wine alone, seemingly unwilling to get drunk before the night.
"I think youth is a different kind of beauty than maturity, what do you think?" Mike deliberately raised his voice.
He stood purposefully next to the sofa where Ms. Lopez was sitting, with a slight smile and a mature face, giving him a different kind of charm.
"Oh, you're right, I think I can help you choose a better beauty." Lowering the wine glass, Lopez slowly stood up and put on a smile.
"But the other kind of beauty is nothing more than a completely ripe fruit." Mike acted extremely confident, straightening his tie, and his voice became deeper at some point.
Standing behind him, Klein suddenly felt grateful for the side effects of the human skin mask. If it weren't for the stiffness of his muscles, he might still need to use his "Joker" ability to distract himself from the discomfort he showed after hearing such a "greasy" speech.
nature.
Ms. Lopez, who was holding the wine glass, seemed to be used to hearing this kind of thing. She smiled without any fluctuation and said straight to the point:
"How can I help you?"
Mike's eyes were slightly surprised, but he continued as originally expected.
"It's a bit mature. We still need a quiet room to savor it slowly."
"Actually, it's not bad here. I prefer the feeling of the broken light of the chandelier falling on my body." This woman who has experienced countless affairs is not a little girl outside, who says whatever she says to everyone.
Seeing that Mike's purpose had been seen through, Klein's right hand on the head of the staff moved inconspicuously, while the "substitute" remained still.
I haven't found the "witch" whose appearance I haven't seen clearly yet, so don't be so nervous.
During the conversation between the two just now, Klein finally clarified his memory. There was indeed some missing information, but it might just be because the "witch" had similar items on her body, which made him subconsciously forget her appearance.
As for why the other party left suddenly, and what sequence does that item correspond to?
Klein has no intention of finding out now. The danger Mike may encounter is more important.
"I am a reporter, and this is my ID. I want to know something about Sibel and Larry Byrne." Mike was silent for a while, took out the fake ID he had prepared, and asked carefully.
One of these two is a victim of the Crazy Ripper case, and the other is a victim of the rotting male corpse case. Both of them have a close connection with Hope Road and the Golden Rose.
Lopez, who still had a peaceful smile, raised his eyebrows and said doubtfully:
"Who is Mr. Larry?"
"I think our place should only provide opportunities for cute girls to find their dreams."
She didn't even glance at the ID in Mike's hand.
Mike, who had his right hand in the air, was startled for a moment, and soon a less obvious redness appeared on his rough-skinned face.
How could he not understand the other party's pretense and ridicule?
"As for Sibel, I think she is a lovely girl?"
He deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the word on the girl and deliberately emphasized the phenomenon of minors providing services in Golden Rose.
But it was obvious that these tricks were innocuous to Ms. Lopez. She smiled delicately, as if she had heard something extremely funny. She casually looked into the hall, but did not find the target she was looking for.
She lowered her eyebrows and searched for a while before waving.
Soon, a girl with an proud figure and a delicate face, who was considered outstanding among the golden roses, trotted over in a hurry, her cheeks slightly red.
She lowered her head slightly, and her body movements were very reserved
"Ms. Lopez, what do you need from me?"
She subconsciously glanced at Klein and Mike beside her, thinking that these were the people she would be accompanying for a while.
Lopez, who had a leisurely posture and even took a sip of low-alcohol wine as if he had nothing to do, smiled lightly, stared into Mike's eyes and said:
"Heidi, tell this gentleman about Sibel and whether you know Larry Byrne."
Suddenly, the girl who was standing respectfully trembled obviously and turned pale.
She quickly observed Lopez's face, and then looked evasively in Mike's direction.
Mike looked at the girl in front of him with a complicated expression. He had given up in his heart, but he still put on an encouraging expression.
Klein, who was standing further back, had turned on his spiritual vision at some point. Looking at the darkness in his field of vision that symbolized panic, he felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart, and his guard against the unknown "witch" became even lower.
Some of them seem to have been forgotten.
The girl called Heidi swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, and then spoke stumblingly, saying that she knew Ms. Lopez didn't like being dragged around.
"Sibel, I, I don't know very well. She just went home with a gentleman that day, and then she met with misfortune. As for, as for..."
She glanced at Ms. Lopez cautiously and found that the "mistress" of the Golden Rose was just looking absently in the direction of the band, not listening at all.
"As for Mr. Larry, I only remember that one day... one day he had a dispute with a gentleman over summer dew, and he never came again."
Heidi's heart moved, and she took this opportunity to take revenge on Xia Lu for stealing her limelight, speaking very fast.
Anyway, it was just a little trouble for her. The most Ms. Lopez could do was let her "rest" for a few days, and nothing would happen...
Xia Lu?
After hearing this name, Ms. Lopez, who was looking away, Mike, who was recording carefully in his mind, Klein, who was observing his spiritual vision, and a man sitting on a bench not far away like a stone sculpture, all used their own words.
way to show that you care.
Heidi, who was looked at by several looks, suddenly felt regretful, and her beautiful light brown eyes were covered with a layer of mist.
Unexpectedly, Lopez just waved his hand to signal her to leave, raised his head slightly and said:
"As you can see, Mr. Reporter, our children here only know this. We don't know much about Siebel. As for Larry, I can't remember such an ordinary guest."
She quickly looked away, as if to say, you are also such "ordinary guests".
"Oh, then I think you should know more about Sibel. I want to hear your lady's side of the story. After all, I don't want you. It's not easy for a young reporter like me to get words out of the police.
"
"I won't focus on the Golden Rose, I will only focus on the case. Of course, if poor Sibel has some good memories in the Golden Rose, I don't mind helping her add it to an attractive story." Mike stared.
Klein seemed to be looking at another person's surprised gaze, and bowed to Lopez with a smile, a deep smile.
Lopez, whose expression briefly froze, suddenly smiled even harder, the contempt and defensiveness hidden deep in his eyes lessened, and he raised his glass as if he was getting to know the reporter in front of him again.
"Oh, you are really a wise gentleman. I think poor Sibel thinks so too."
The gentleman sitting not far away like a stone sculpture nodded, as if he agreed with this statement.