The yellowed blinds swayed and slapped against the greasy glass, the sunlight split by the window leaves splashed on the floor, and the dust in the air rose and fell.
It is now two o'clock in the afternoon, not yet the opening hours of most bars in Backlund. In the dimly lit house, a few customers are scattered in different corners, silently doing their own thing.
Squeak.
The ajar wooden door was pushed open a small crack, and the bar counter cast a searching gaze while half asleep, but only caught sight of a semi-old round felt hat. The short boy looked around in the dimness for a while, and then walked straight towards a
A middle-aged gentleman reading a newspaper.
"Detective Moriarty."
The ill-fitting shabby coat hung from the chair to the ground. Yin En looked awkwardly at his employer who was mostly shrouded in shadow opposite him, holding his hands tightly around the satchel that never left his body.
The newspaper was flipping, and a pair of blue eyes hidden behind black-rimmed glasses looked over.
"Good afternoon, Yin En."
Klein neatly folded the newspaper in his hand and spread it on the unclean table, letting the wine that had not yet dried wet the type on the paper.
"Lawlessness, the twelfth case of the Crazy Ripper last night, Silveras Field turned into a joke"
"It seems you are still tracking down that madman." Yin En glanced at the imprinted handwriting and put his hands into his satchel.
"No, I've given up." Klein smiled at the somewhat cautious half-year-old child.
After looking at the report on the poor victim last night on the front page of the newspaper, Yin En did not ask any more questions, but took out a few pages of burnt letter paper from his satchel and handed them to Klein's hand across the table.
"This is the latest investigation into Kapin."
The cheap letter paper provided by the East District apartment was densely written with Yin En's gains in the past week. Several recent disappearances in the East District were changed on it. However, most of them were ignored by the Backlund police, so they continued to read the newspaper every day.
Klein has never heard of similar reports.
He pointed to a record at the bottom, frowned and asked Yin En:
"What's going on? Only Capin and his two bodyguards settled the dispute between the Whigs and Tories in the East District and seized the territory originally occupied by the plateauers?"
After Ambassador Intis, who originally supported the plateau people, died in the Aurora Society terrorist attack, the plateau people, who were originally on a trend of expansion, fell into trouble. Recently, they even fell into an embarrassing situation where they were almost divided.
There are only three people, and the big gangster who is said to have controlled products such as steam rifles takes the initiative to back down. Are those two bodyguards in the middle rank?
Seeing that Klein was really interested in that conflict, Yin En cheered up and said tentatively.
"That day the Whirlwinds blocked off most of the dock area. Even though they were two streets away, the sound of steam shotguns could still be heard in the Bounty Hunter Bar, but after Capin and his bodyguards arrived, the sound of gunfire disappeared."
Disappeared?
Klein sat up straight, and Yin En continued to speak.
"I later asked a few familiar gangsters, and they said..." At this point, Yin En cautiously glanced at the drunkards around him and lowered his voice.
"They said that Kapin's bodyguards just shouted, and the strongest man among them squatted on the ground like a little chicken and didn't dare to say a word. What's even more strange is that all the guns were misfired, making their boss
I was scared and depressed, and later I had to buy new ones to replace the garbage that misfired for no reason."
After just shouting, all the guns went silent?
Klein tapped the table gently, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.
He has confirmed that the two bodyguards protecting Kaping must be powerful mid-sequences, maybe even sequence six or five.
Although the big gangs in the East District definitely have their own Beyonders, they usually rely more on firearms. It is not incomprehensible that they would give in when encountering such a situation.
"Sounds like Caspars is going to make a killing."
Klein absentmindedly put the letter in his hand on his lap. This matter was getting more and more complicated.
"Caspars?" Upon hearing this name, Yin En glanced at Klein in surprise, then looked around with some vigilance, and said with a hint of panic:
"Detective Moriarty, don't you know what happened recently?"
"Recently?" Klein raised his eyebrows in confusion.
Yin En looked around again and lowered his voice, almost speaking with his mouth.
"Kaspars was kicked out of here."
As he spoke, he pointed to the floor beneath him. "I thought you already knew."
Caspars kicked out of Brave Bar?
Isn't he the boss here?
Klein immediately tensed up. If he had known about what happened at the Brave Bar, he would never have contacted Yin En to meet here.
A well-connected black businessman, with the support of two middle-ranking people, was kicked out of his territory. Will the gathering of Mr. Eye of Wisdom still be held as usual?
Compared to Caspars, he was more concerned about the gathering of Extraordinaries not far from here.
"How is this going?"
"It happened a few days ago. Kaspars ran away on his own and didn't show up at the bar for a few days. Then another group of people came over and said they drove Kaspars away," Yin En recalled to himself.
Heard anecdotes.
He is a person who relies on intelligence and is extremely sensitive to this kind of thing.
In other words, Kaspars ran away on his own?
Klein subconsciously activated the "substitute" on his right hand and turned on his spiritual vision at the same time. Sure enough, he did not see the spiritual thread belonging to Maric and Miss Sharon in the room behind the kitchen. Instead, he saw a strong man sleeping soundly.
He narrowed his eyes little by little.
A "resentful soul" who can transform into a spiritual body at any time and a middle-order man who controls more than a dozen living corpses suddenly abandoned their long-established stronghold...
"Let's get out of here." He stood up immediately, holding his cane tightly in his left hand, pointing in the direction of the door, followed closely by Yin En.
He had previously suspected that Miss Sharon and Maric were members of the "Rose Cult", but now it seemed that he was wondering why they were not at all as cruel and barbaric as the church advertised.
Thinking about it now, they were more like defectors, and their traces had been discovered by members of the "Rose Sect", so they had to abandon this relatively hidden bar.
Ignoring the gaze of the bartender behind them, Klein and Yin quickly walked out of the Brave Bar. They did not slow down until they turned the corner of Iron Cross Street.
"Tightest away from the Brave Bar, here..."
Klein warned Yin En, whose cheeks were a little rosy from running. Before he could finish speaking, he saw a hint of panic in the half-grown child's eyes.
He suddenly looked back and saw a brown carriage slowly approaching from the corner of the intersection and stopping behind him.
The light from the glass exposed behind the half-closed car window was distorted, and a delicate but lifeless face could be vaguely seen facing the direction of the two of them.
"...not an enemy."
The spiritual warning was not activated. Klein secretly tossed the coin in his hand behind him and nodded.
It's Miss Sharon.
He looked away, took out a few banknotes from his pocket and stuffed them into Yin En's hand.
"This is the latest commission." A gentle smile appeared on his face. Yin En's expression changed several times before he stabilized and nodded heavily.
"Don't you need to continue investigating Kaping later?" Klein said suddenly and coldly, and glanced at the carriage parked not far away.
This time the window was completely rolled down, and Maric pointed to the car, but there was still not much blood on his face.
Yin En, holding banknotes in his hand, lowered his head and couldn't tell what he was thinking.
"This matter is too dangerous. Kaping has the support of extraordinary people behind him."
Leaving Yin En to think about this sentence slowly, he patted the shoulder of the half-grown boy next to him and walked straight towards the brown carriage.
The carriage door opened automatically, and Klein got in. The carriage immediately started and accelerated away from the neighborhood. Outside the carriage window, Yin En was still standing at the intersection.
"Looks like you're having some problems."
Klein no longer looked back, but glanced at the coachman's position. Sure enough, it was the underground businessman who was lame on one leg - Caspars.
In the swaying carriage, Maric stared closely at his body. The molded glass rippled, and Sharon in a palace dress emerged from it. Her face was expressionless, and her blue eyes showed little emotion.
"Why did you come here?"
She did not answer Klein's question, but glanced at the "substitute" that had been turned on. Her body still maintained its spiritual state.
"I was tracking down an informant recently, and I made an appointment to meet the informant here today."
Klein didn't seem to care about the two people being wary of him, but he was calculating the extreme distance of the flame jump in his heart, preparing to leave the carriage directly if the situation went wrong.
Maric's eyes that always contained malice glanced hard, and then looked at Sharon inquiringly.
"He has nothing to do with those people."
Sharon's answer was still concise, and at the same time, her spiritual body gradually became real, and she sat opposite Klein.
Seeing that the two of them remained silent, Klein relaxed his body, flipped the coin in his hand somewhat frivolously, and smiled.
"Let me guess, you are defectors from the Rose School of Thought, and now those lunatics are chasing you?"
There was silence in the carriage for a moment. Sharon, who didn't have much expression, was still observing Klein's movements.
Maric, who was only wearing a white shirt and a black vest, clenched his fists and smiled a bit cruelly.
"You guessed it right."
He raised a finger and pointed at Kaspars, who was acting as the driver in front.
"They found the Brave Bar and we were exposed."
He actually admitted it directly?
Klein turned to look at Sharon opposite, "Is there anything I can do to help?"
The last time Rosago attacked, the bodyguard lady not only fulfilled the agreement, but also waited in the apartment until Klein returned after Mr. Aigron was taken away, without leaving directly, allowing Klein to stay.
Quite touching.
Maric glanced at him quickly, seeming a little surprised.
Klein put away his smile, dropped the coins in his hand, shrugged helplessly, and said casually.
"I'm a private detective, so of course I need to be paid."