Chapter 202 Success or failure lies in the details
"Detective Yin Wensi, you don't want to get involved in this kind of thing, do you?"
Seeing Sherlock Moriarty's wary look, Dunn was stunned for a moment, and then replied calmly:
"of course not."
With that said, Dunn took the initiative to open the document in the brown paper bag and pulled out a black and white photo, which was a photo of some secret contracts.
These... Klein carefully read the details of the text on the photo that were still legible even though they were molded, and it took a lot of effort to suppress the twitching of his brows.
Although he had no direct experience with cameras of this era and could not afford one, but judging from the texture of this photo, Klein was 100% sure that it was definitely not a photo, but more like the product of a prayer ceremony.
From this point of view, Detective Yin Wensi may really be a force secretly cultivated by the Goddess Church, and may be even more secretive than the Red Gloves... Klein put down the photo in his hand, and then took it from Dunn's hand
More detailed text.
"After I received this commission, I secretly investigated the wealthy businessman related to Patrick Jason to prevent him from being an undiscovered accomplice."
Unexpectedly, he accidentally got involved in a financial case... Excluding the incomprehensible economic terminology and complicated clauses, Klein scanned most of the content at a glance.
"So the problem you are facing now is how to get more evidence and send your current employer to the police station?"
Although he knew that the other party was doing something good, he still couldn't help but sneer at him due to the detective's previous attempts on Klein.
But having said that, if Yin Wensi is really a force secretly cultivated by the church, he can directly go through special channels. Is it because there is no extraordinary involved, so he needs to collect evidence?
Of course Dunn, who frowned slightly, didn't know Klein's inner thoughts, but he didn't care about the other person's vague sarcasm, but the expression on his face was more serious. After a moment of pause, he said in a deep voice:
"No, Patrick Jason's mistress is missing."
"After I learned about the client's plan, I sneaked into the lady's house in advance, and then I saw traces of rummaging everywhere in her bedroom, as well as some blood stains."
"The only thing missing is the lady and the trust she kept."
disappeared?
Listening to Dunn's description, Klein first subconsciously thought of the silence, or that an extraordinary person related to Patrick Jason, the "demon", had kidnapped the woman. However, after hearing that the trust itself was also missing,
Instead, he became a little calmer.
"Is there a possibility that after this lady learned that something happened to Patrick Jason, she ran away with the trust in order to protect herself, or for reputation or other considerations?"
After hearing Klein's guess, Dunn silently shook his head. It was not that he had not considered similar possibilities. At that time, he immediately checked the possibility of this direction through other means.
"But I divined in the room..."
Dunn looked at Klein deeply and deliberately lowered his voice and said this word.
Although he himself is not good at divination, after being promoted to Sequence Six, he can already perform some simple auxiliary work by pointing to His Highness Edmund's ritual, and he has shouldered the tasks that were once taken care of by Old Neil and Klein.
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"...I used divination and used the hair she left on the bed to determine that this lady has encountered something unexpected, or is at least in danger."
In other words, it is indeed possible for her to escape with the money, but it is more likely that she will happen to run into other dangers on the way to escape... Klein nodded slightly, and then glanced up and down at the young detective opposite him.
Mellow voice:
"You should have saved that lady's hair, right?"
Dunn nodded knowingly, then he reached into the hidden pocket on the inside of the maroon coat with familiarity, and took out a carefully wrapped glass test tube, which contained several long brown hairs.
I hope the spirituality above has not dissipated... Klein first took the test tube and removed the hair, then took off the citrine pendulum wrapped around his wrist like an occupational disease, and took it out again
I carried a pen and paper with me and started divination on the spot.
The invisible wind blew gently, and the crystal citrine reflected the faint sunlight. The brilliance reflected by the folded surfaces attracted Klein, who was fully focused, and also attracted Dunn, whose eyes were unknowingly enlarged.
This... Dunn swallowed the heavy feeling in his throat with difficulty, and almost used all his strength to keep his facial expression from losing control.
Is this Crane’s pendulum?
Seeing the familiar citrine and familiar divination procedures, he almost immediately thought of the young colleague who died with him in the Tingen Incident.
In a mixture of calmness and panic, Dunn, who was trembling slightly, slowly moved his eyes and climbed up to Sherlock Moriarty's face bit by bit.
The receding hairline, the deep light blue eyes, the fine wrinkles at the corners of the eyes and the nasolabial folds on both sides, the slightly growing beard... all of these seem to be related to the bookish, young man.
The energetic little "divineer" has nothing to do with him.
But for Dunn, who has personally experienced being resurrected from the dead and living in disguise, this is not complete evidence at all.
Others may not be able to see those characteristics, but the familiarity that was hard to shake from the moment they met each other, as well as the familiar background of Jianhai County, stimulated the former Nighthawks captain.
Hoo, ho, ho... He tried hard to suppress his increasingly heavy breathing, covering his almost naked gaze, and looked at Klein's wrist that was controlling the pendulum.
Sure enough, the skin there did not match the age indicated by his appearance... Finally, the rotating citrine pendulum gradually stopped, and Dunn's hands on his legs pinched it without warning, followed by pain.
The excitement brought by it barely calmed my mood.
Klein, who had just wrapped the pendulum back on his wrist, looked at Louis Yin Wensi, who had a slightly abnormal expression across from him, with some doubts, and his spiritual intuition had a bad premonition.
Why does he look at me like this?
And judging from the corner of my eye that I just scanned, he was sizing me up while I was doing fortune-telling... Klein's eyes slowly moved down, and finally he saw the direction of his lower abdomen, which was not covered by his coat.
A sense of complete absurdity came over him, and now even the way he looked at the detective opposite him was strange.
"What's the end result?"
Dunn, who had barely calmed down, used past experiences to divert his attention and asked first.
Klein avoided the complexity that was no longer obvious in the other party's eyes and responded dryly:
"This lady is still alive and should be imprisoned."
"Where's the trust?"
Klein glanced at the other party quickly and said, "Without enough media, I can't divine any more content."
"It doesn't matter. Actually, you don't need to pay too much attention to it." Although he was not sure yet, but he had some intuition, Dunn subconsciously replied in the same tone as before, with a mellow voice.
Squeak.
The sofa bounced and made a noise. Dunn looked around and saw Detective Moriarty opposite, frozen in a weird posture, with his hands holding documents hanging unnaturally in the air.
"What's wrong?" Dunn asked concerned.
Klein, whose spiritual intuition stirred slightly but couldn't express his feelings, shook his head and evaded his eyes.
"nothing."
In the huge living room, the two fell into an awkward silence.
The ticking sound of the second hand was particularly obvious in the empty house. Only the occasional voices and the rumble of carriages coming from the window barely added a special color to this strange silence.
"I want to investigate the whereabouts of this lady."
After a wordless silence, Dunn moved his thumbs with his clasped hands and gestured in two different directions.
"So, you need a 'divineer' who is good at tracking to help you locate the specific location where the lady was imprisoned?"
Klein was reluctant due to some special factors, but considering the life behind it, he still reluctantly answered.
"Yes." Dunn nodded hastily.
Sigh... Klein sighed and couldn't help but hesitate.
I hope there are no other troubles behind this. If there are still big conspiracies hidden in each of them like those before, I will probably not be able to keep up with the agreement with Miss Sharon.
Thinking of this, Klein looked at Dunn with a bit more resistance.
However, looking at the detective across from him who suddenly showed a lot of defensive sincerity for some reason, he finally nodded with some resignation.
"Okay, but I need to leave a note first, at least to let friends who may visit know where I am."
After saying that, under Dunn's gaze, Klein picked up the pen and paper on the table and quickly wrote a short message like "There is a case to be processed." He did not take it away afterward, but just put it away.
The most obvious position on the tabletop in the living room, and use a clean cup to press the corners.
"I'm ready."
After doing all this, Klein took out a pair of gloves from his pocket and put on his right hand with extra force.
Dunn opposite looked at all this silently and nodded slightly.
"The lady lives in the Backlund Bridge area. We can start there. If she is really imprisoned somewhere, the vicinity of Backlund Bridge and the East District are the most likely places."
Wow!
There was a sound of friction of clothing passing through the air. Klein, who had already walked to the entrance, was arranging the coat he had just put on. He held the cane tightly in his left hand and took out the half-high silk top hat hanging on the wall under Dunn's gaze.
, pressed slightly.
"I can start anytime."
In the shadow of the backlight, Mo Hu's face and familiar outfit gradually overlapped in Dunn's eyes.
...
Sea of Sonia, mist-shrouded islands, Skanatos.
Emerald blue waves occasionally pass over the rocks on the edge of the island, and there is a layer of foam-like mist on the sea level in the distance. Only occasionally when a lucky flying fish rides the breeze and penetrates the fog layer, it will cause a wave of golden waves.
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It should not appear on the flat grassland on the surface of the island. A three-meter-tall woman wearing linen clothes is repairing a log cabin that has mostly collapsed. In the distance, in the field where green seedlings have squeezed out of the soil, a woman covered with
It is a simple and vicissitudes of heavy armor hanging on a rough wooden pole. When a strong wind blows, it will make some jingling noises.
The distant sound of waves still envelopes this isolated island, even if unpretentious guests come to visit.
Amid the waves that sometimes undulated and sometimes surged, a black-haired young man with a black robe soaked in seawater slowly walked across the cobblestone path, startling the nearby spirits patrolling the coast.
The heavy steps of the female giant were getting closer and closer. The plain-looking black-haired young man stared at the weird vertical boy, and the corners of his mouth curled up little by little.
Amon, the "Angel of Time", the son of the Creator who left the ocean ruins of the War of Gods and traveled thousands of miles to this wild island, combed his wet hair back, showing undisguised indifference under his habitual joking smile.
"Long time no see, or in other words, first meeting, Angel Boda."
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