"Investigating Louis Evans?" Ian, who took the hot milk from the waiter, was a little lost in thought. Then he quickly reacted. After a moment's hesitation, he considered and reminded:
"Mr. Moriarty, I actually thought you had already met Detective Louis Evans?"
He was certainly not talking about the afternoon tea that Klein and Evans had at Mrs. Summer's house yesterday, and there was no way he knew this.
"Louis Evans is a detective who has only recently achieved a certain degree of fame. The largest and most successful case he has completed is the dispute over confidential drawings related to the steam giant Babbage. That's what the outside media calls it."
"After the death of Detective Zerrell, I still learned about the follow-up of this incident because of my previous work habits. I found that Detective Evans had contacted many important figures related to this case. I thought you also...
.”
Listening to Ian's narration, Klein's eyes narrowed little by little when he noticed that there was some coincidence in the matter, and his expression became more serious.
When Klein came to Backlund and participated in the first operation, he met the neighbor he would meet when "renting a house" in the future, an Extraordinary with a mysterious origin and suspected of being an official Extraordinary informant.
If "Secret" hadn't repeatedly assured me that 0-08 hadn't tricked me, I would have suspected that I had become its target again without knowing it... Klein, who probably had some idea of the direction, nodded.
He actively skipped this topic and seemed to casually mention another investigation.
"Anyway, without getting into danger, you should learn more about Mr. Evans. Now you'd better tell me about the rich man named Capin. I remember you said last time that you had caught some clues.
.”
When he mentioned Kapin, who was famous as a human trafficker in the East District, Ian's brows twitched slightly, and then he continued calmly:
"As I told you before, although Capin has been engaged in the business of buying and selling people a long time ago, he only gradually became bigger not long ago. This involves many possible big shots, some of which are real.
, some are fake, and many are possible, making it difficult for people to distinguish.”
"What is certain is that Kapin's business must have involved the support of the kingdom's high-level officials, but no one can figure out from what standpoint. Someone tried to sort out the complicated relationship in this area before, but he was dismissed within a week.
MI9 discovered the bad debts that the company had concealed, and the next day Silveras was exposed to photos of him killing people for fun."
"But fortunately, even though Kapin now has secret help, the traces of his past have not been erased with great efforts. Instead, because of the toughness of his own backers, he has not even bothered to hide it."
As he spoke, Ian took a deep breath, and his face became hesitant. The thin sides of his cheeks could be vaguely seen, as the hesitant tongue kept stirring and scratching the depressions.
Huh... He let out a big breath, first pulled out a photo wrapped in oil paper from the old, ill-fitting coat, stuffed it into Klein's hand, and then said:
"Mr. Moriarty, please take a look."
Seeing this situation, although Klein was very surprised, he still took the photo and peeled off the outer layer of oil paper.
His spiritual intuition was not alarmed.
The light yellow oil paper peeled off, and the black and white photo became clearer in the field of vision.
In the blurry background, a man whose appearance was unclear was pointing forward. Looking in the direction he was pointing, he could see a mass of darkness sticking deep into the sunken ground, making him very small.
Klein looked at it carefully for a long time, and then from the part where the light reflected better, along the outline, he could see the black body on the ground bit by bit.
Corpses, all corpses, corpses that had died in the pit, abandoned, neglected, without any thought of disposal!
Suddenly, even though Klein was used to seeing death scenes and had even killed people in various ways, when he saw such a scene, he still couldn't help but pinch his fingertips so hard that they turned white.
Detective Moriarty had a similar reaction to his own, and Ian felt a little relieved, followed by a surge of guilt.
But after struggling several times, he still revealed the results of his investigation:
"This photo records the tragic scene in an abandoned warehouse that a reporter accidentally discovered when investigating the East District a year ago. However, after discovering this place, the reporter died at the hands of Kapin before he could compile the truth into a report.
In the hands of the gangsters under his control, the first draft of the report was torn up, and the few remaining photos were finally taken away by the police for the reasons needed for the case. The only remaining photo was left in the hands of the private detective who was assisting the reporter in investigating the East District.
"
"These, everything in this photo, are 'commodities' that were sickened, injured and died during the reselling process. They were all thrown here. This warehouse is close to the pork processing plant, and no one will pay attention to the smell inside.
.”
In the cheap coffee shop in the morning, noisy noises and dense footsteps still filled Klein's ears. Workers and helpless waiters came and went, but Klein stayed glued to his seat, like a sculpture.
With an undisguised lament, he slowly put down the photo in his hand, covered it on a non-greasy part of the table, looked at Ian who was sitting opposite, lowering his head like a child who made a mistake and asked:
"How did you find that last photo?"
If Kapin could have received help from Silveras Field before he was completely in power, then Klein would have to dig into the origin of this photo to prevent him from becoming a weapon used by others to deal with Kapin.
"second-hand market."
Um?
Seeing Klein's unresponsive look, Ian bit his lip and explained hesitantly:
"I rented a house with the money you gave me, but there was nothing in it. Then I wanted to go to the second-hand market to find some useful things. I accidentally found that the son of the detective gentleman was selling his father's
I looked for the relic out of curiosity and found this in his notes."
The whole story sounds too coincidental... Klein turned out a coin and kept tossing it.
"So, the detective is dead?"
"Yes, he died in the Crazy Ripper case. He investigated the mysterious Ripper, and ended up being eaten half of his body by a group of rats in the sewer. He was not discovered by the nearby cleaners until he stunk."
His own words were more likely to be believed, and he took out a brown notebook from his ever-present satchel.
This is a notebook with the artistic style of recent years, but it has been severely worn due to frequent use by the owner.
After suggesting divination and finding nothing amiss so far, Klein carefully took the notebook and flipped through it.
The slightly yellowed pages are densely packed with case memos and brief notes of various clues. It can be seen that the original owner is indeed an extremely professional detective.
Most of the cases recorded in this notebook involve various gangster forces, and the last few pages contain clues about the Crazy Ripper.
"On September 11, I took away the poor mother's daughter's diary from her hands. Unfortunately, the child did not record any valuable clues. In the diary filled with typos, I could only see her longing for the upper class society.
, and all kinds of well-dressed scum.”
"It's ridiculous that this kind of scumbag is regarded as a kind person among girls like her who can help them escape from the sea of suffering. This is really a big joke played by the Lord of Storms on me."
"On September 12, after I re-investigated the neighborhood where the girl frequented in the last few days, I actually found traces of the madman. He is indeed not a normal person. Like me, he is a wild Beyonder who mistakenly took the potion.
And he is definitely stronger than me. His body surface has actually mutated. In addition to being able to control flames, his footprints are similar to those of some large beasts, like a giant wolf. Could this be the evil that the church often calls - werewolves?
?”
"In short, judging from the crime scene, there are still too few traces. I still need to get more clues in the remaining days."
"September 13th, sulfur! The smell of sulfur is everywhere here!"
"If I'm not wrong, this madman is planning something else in the sewers, haha, I found you."
Wow.
Klein flipped through a few more pages. Judging from the blank parts, this detective should have returned to the Lord of Storms' Kingdom of God after running into a "demon".
A detective with a strong sense of justice, he is also a wild Extraordinary, and judging from the contents of his notes, he should be as wild as possible and doesn't understand anything.
Otherwise, after discovering the smell of sulfur, he would never investigate alone again...
This is the consensus of the members of the Beyonder team and the wild Beyonders. Any "demon" is definitely a powerful mid-sequence Beyonder!
After a long while, Klein took his eyes off the notebook, put the photos on the table in, and closed it gently.
"Well done, this is indeed valuable. I will consider confirming through my channels whether it is true, and then judge whether it is worth continuing to investigate this matter." Looking at Ian's complicated eyes, Klein appeared calm and angry.
.
Finally, the young man opposite who had his own little thoughts and inner conflicts lowered his head and responded softly.
He not only wanted to punish these people who did the same thing as the bastard who kidnapped him, but he also didn't want his new employer, who had a good impression of him, to die hastily.
After putting away all the newly obtained clues, Klein drank the few cold coffee left in the cup in one gulp, glanced at the empty plate, said goodbye to Ian, and the two of them left separately.
On the way to Mr. Aigron's apartment, Klein stared at the smog in front of him that exuded an annoying smell. The fingers of his left hand that was not holding the cane were resting on the notebook in his coat pocket.
Now that the detective's game is over, the "divineer" will continue to use occult methods to squeeze out more clues from the dead creatures that cannot speak.
Of course, all this must first visit the serious former military man. Mr. Aigron will not sit idly by while praying to an evil god of unknown origin.