"Nius Andre, No. 30 Verdy Street, South Bridge District?"
Klein looked at the lifeless house in front of him. This was the house indicated in the commission, the residence of the missing fiancé.
According to the information, the house was purchased in full, which is really enviable... Klein curled his lips, put away the additional materials that Detective Essinger enthusiastically provided, and walked towards the house with flickering lights on the side.
The lady who left the entrustment is not at home now, so Klein can only try to get more information from the neighbors.
No. 31... He confirmed the number on the door plate and knocked gently on the door.
"coming."
After waiting for about a few seconds, a middle-aged man with a dull voice opened the door, looking like he was not awake.
"Hello, Mr. Mickelson." This is the name written on the mailbox. "I am a detective. I received a commission from a lady to investigate the recent whereabouts of her fiancé, but he does not seem to be at home.
Can I ask you a few questions?"
Listening to Klein's self-introduction, Mickelson, whose eyelids were fighting at first and seemed like he might fall asleep at any time, became more energetic and took the initiative to light a cigarette for himself.
"Smoke?"
Klein glanced at the classic Southern Continent cigarette and shook his head.
"Okay, I don't know what's going on with my damn neighbors recently," he said with a hint of emotion, blowing the smoke ring on Klein without hesitation, "but a fiancée is investigating her recent whereabouts
My fiancé...let me guess, it was Andrei or Carildi, which one of them cheated?"
Cheating?
This gentleman thinks I'm investigating this?
Although Klein was a little stunned, he quickly accepted this reality. After all, after the establishment and improvement of the police agency, the status of detectives in people's eyes has become increasingly low. There are indeed many detectives who make a living by helping people find lost items and catch rapists.
"No, sir, it may be different from what you thought. It's just that the young lady who entrusted me discovered that her fiancé has disappeared recently." Klein could no longer express any unnecessary expression on his face and just shook his head slightly, "She just
I would like to know where Mr. Andrey has been recently."
The middle-aged man leaning against the doorframe took a long drag on his cigarette, coughed and laughed.
"Andrey, ha, you really asked a good question."
He smiled happily, trembling and shaking, and the fat on his face swayed.
"Do you know the whereabouts of Mr. Andrey?"
Klein asked urgently.
"Of course." Mickelson pursed his lips and rubbed his nose, trying hard not to laugh any more. He narrowed his eyes to a slit and looked at Klein meaningfully.
"If the information you gave is useful, I will repay you." Klein really couldn't laugh this time.
Mickelson nodded with satisfaction and finally pulled himself off the door frame.
"Actually, it's nothing. I haven't seen Andre recently."
He clapped his hands and pointed in the direction of No. 30.
"That guy is a freak. He always leaves early and comes home late. To be honest, I think it's outrageous that such a guy would have a fiancée."
"And he, like my other neighbor next door, the fellow named Carildi, both think they are very powerful. They don't hide their eyes very much, and they don't want to come into contact with their neighbors. They obviously don't have many servants at home. As a result,
We have to act like those big men who live in the West District. We usually visit each other during holidays, but they keep the neighbor's children out, as if entering will dirty their home."
It seemed that he finally had the opportunity to speak ill of his neighbor to outsiders. Mickelson's voice became a little louder, and the cigarette in his hand quickly burned to the butt of the cigarette.
I don't want to let the neighbor's children in, I don't hire servants, I leave early and come back late, and I can keep my distance from my neighbors... This sounds so different to my life.
Every time I heard another sentence, Mickelson's complaints were like a knife stabbing Klein hard.
Could it be that these two people are both extraordinary?
He stared suspiciously at Mickelson, who was still talking endlessly, his eyes gradually becoming complicated.
If there is a person whose neighbor on the left is an Extraordinary and his neighbor on the right is also an Extraordinary, then he will most likely be investigated by the Nighthawks.
The vision turned on silently. Klein glanced at Mickelson's spirit body in an occupational disease, and then turned off the vision silently.
I'm sorry, I shouldn't doubt you, but maybe you really need to see a doctor about your stomach... He turned his head calmly, with a small movement, but it still aroused Mikel's attention.
Sen's attention.
"What's wrong?"
The gentleman stopped gossiping about the two neighbors and looked at Klein's inexplicably complicated eyes, feeling a little strange.
"It's nothing. The information you gave is very useful. I didn't expect you to be of such great help to me."
Klein forced a smile, then took out a few coins from his pocket and stuffed them into Mickelson's hand. As he walked in the direction of another house, he waved his hand without looking back, leaving behind
No matter how loudly he yelled, he never looked back.
Although the probability is low, he may really be able to investigate the two houses No. 30 and No. 32.
Klein stood in the corner outside the garden fence of No. 30, looking at the lifeless single garden house from a distance, and tightened his grip on the cane in his hand.
If I were an ordinary person, I would leave almost no trace even if I broke into a private house, but if I were an extraordinary person... Klein shook his head.
Although after coming to Backlund, he had seen more wild Beyonders than all the Extraordinaries in Tingen combined, and there were many powerful mid-ranks among them.
He stared at the house that seemed to be shrouded in shadow. The transparent glass windows were obscured by the rich darkness, making it almost impossible to see the scene behind it.
Klein lightly tapped the cane in his hand, turned around and left.
...
"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun."
Above the gray mist, Klein responded to the ritual he had prepared. His spiritual body rose from the high-backed chair and floated above the long bronze table. He relied entirely on the spread of his spirituality to resist the impact of the illusory door on him.
The powerful suction power of the spirit body.
Well, although the divination results just now showed that there will be no danger, the most basic disguise still needs to be done... He glanced at his clutter thoughtfully and waved slightly.
.
A badge flew up from the gray fog and was directly incorporated into Klein's spirit body. His eyes were immediately dyed with blood red, and a thin shadow overflowed from inside, wrapping his body and turning into a flowing piece.
all black robe.
This is the contact badge given to him by Mr. A.
I originally thought I wouldn't need this thing... Klein looked at his limbs, and he felt that his illusory and ethereal spirit body actually had a touch of flesh and blood.
Rumble...
Without the restraint of spirituality, the half-open illusory door opened its arms, and Klein's spirit body was immediately sucked into it, traveling through the deep spiritual world and landing directly on the altar.
He took a general glance at the surrounding environment, but found that it was different from before. He even needed to adapt. He had already become accustomed to the light around him. Even the shadows in the room where the curtains were carefully drawn were faintly resonating with him.
This badge gives me some "shepherd" powers?
He tried to lean towards the shadow in the corner of the wall, and the person was instantly sucked in, blending into the black.
Klein flew out of it and was pleasantly surprised to feel the vague reality of his body. He moved his body onto the bed and at the same time incorporated the "stand-in" gloves and Mr. Azik's copper whistle into his body.
A coldness spread throughout the body, and the body that was originally blessed by flesh and blood suddenly became stronger. Although he could no longer feel the warmth similar to the flow of flesh and blood, instead, Klein could now even use his spirit to
You can carry heavy objects with your body and achieve good results even in close combat.
It felt good... The restraints on his face were temporarily lifted because of the absence of the mask. Klein smiled softly, and his whole body suddenly sank into the shadows on the ground, walking along the darkness like a snake, from a place in the bridge area.
He poured out of the hourly room and swam quickly in the direction of No. 30 Verdi Street.
Unlike Tingen, where the official extraordinary power is weak, Klein does not dare to travel high-profile in the air in Backlund, where "nightmares" may appear at any time.
Fortunately, it was already afternoon, the thick fog in Backlund had gathered again, and the shadows on the ground were not sparse. Klein returned to the outside of House No. 30 with little effort.
Wearing a shadow robe, he slowly rose from the ground. Different from before, now from the perspective of the spirit state, this dead house was being shrouded in a layer of coldness.
With this feeling, this Mr. Andre should indeed be an extraordinary person, and one who prefers the "evil" path... Klein first activated the "substitute" on his right hand, and then approached the garden.
The house in the center penetrated directly from a shadow.
Unlike the high-rise buildings on Minsk Street, which focus on lighting, this house gives people a depressing feeling. The chandeliers hanging down from the roof are almost close to people's heads.
Gently sweeping his fingers across the dust accumulated on the table, Klein looked thoughtfully in other directions, lifted his body upwards, ignored the roof, and climbed directly to the second floor.
As the young lady wrote in the commission, her fiancé had indeed been missing for a long time, and had not been home for at least several days.
If he really didn't take anything with him, the study and bedroom should be searched most... Klein made a decision for a moment, then determined the direction through divination, and flew into his door first.
bedroom.
In a room with simple decoration and plain white sheets, stacks of letter papers were neatly placed on the bedside table. Klein flew over and picked up the top piece of letter paper.
"Dear Andrey..."
They were all letters exchanged between lovers... He probably scanned the beginning of several pieces of letter paper and found that without exception, they were all letters exchanged between Mr. Andre and his fiancée, Miss Mia.
It's strange, they are both in Backlund, and they are less than one district apart. With such a distance, they still need to write a letter?
Although he felt a little perverted, in order to obtain more information, Klein continued to check the remaining letters, without noticing an unreal gaze staring at his back.