Illusive jet-black threads floated up from the ground. Klein calculated the maximum distance of the line of vision of the "substitute" spirit body, and roughly confirmed the location of the prison under Kapin's mansion.
"Thirty-nine?"
Dunn glanced in the direction of Klein's gaze in confusion, unable to understand what he meant.
"The number of people locked up in this house." Seeing that the other party didn't understand the ability of the "Puppet Master", Klein didn't explain much. He just focused the illusion on the two of them and walked out of the bushes.
shadow.
Dunn observed Klein's movements thoughtfully, not knowing what he was thinking in his mind. After a while, when both of them reached the passage between the two houses opposite, he sighed:
"The police will not search a wealthy and powerful businessman without sufficient evidence."
So the reason you tried to collect evidence privately before was just to pass the police and send your employer in legally... After roughly simulating the troublesomeness of this operation, Klein couldn't help but feel that the other party was a little too stubborn.
"Why not try to let the evidence present itself?"
Dunn was stunned for a moment. As a former captain of the Nighthawks team who has adapted to official methods, he is still accustomed to considering official methods first when dealing with many things.
"Although Kapin is definitely protected by Beyonders, there should only be one or two mid-level ones at most." The descriptions circulated in the diary and the East Area overlapped with reality. A cold light flashed in Klein's eyes, "We should all have some control over them."
With the special sealed object, if you cooperate properly, you may be able to try to assassinate Kaping."
Assassination of Cappin?
After all, Nighthawks itself is not an ordinary official organization. Dunn thought about it for a while, and he actually agreed with this plan in his heart.
If there really is an extraordinary person behind Kaping, the nature of this matter will completely change.
"My ability is better at frontal combat than the 'divineer', and the population abducted by Kapin should be scattered in two places." Dunn recalled the "Secret Order", "Joker" and "Magician"
"The ability shown implicitly pointed out Klein's shortcomings.
"The port of the East District Pier, I can probably determine the specific location." Klein didn't seem to understand the other party's hint. He took out a pen and paper and quickly wrote down the approximate location that Yin En had reported before.
After passing the note, he continued:
"Compared to Kaping's residence, the extraordinary power near the warehouse should be relatively weak. Instead, it is the nearby gangs. After the collapse of the previous plateau people's gang, Kaping absorbed a considerable number of plateau people."
Staring into Dunn's eyes, Klein secretly took a gamble.
"That lady is also there. If you rescue her, coercion cannot become a witness against your employer. And as you said, my ability is more auxiliary and there is no way to fight against a large number of gangsters near the warehouse at the same time."
"They have certain control weapons in their hands. Just one salvo can keep me from getting close."
Dunn pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and just nodded slightly.
This familiar and special train of thought provided additional evidence for him to determine that the Sherlock Moriarty in front of him was the same person as his contemporary, Crane Moretti.
"I need to investigate." Dunn memorized the general position of the frame on the note, rubbed his thumb and index finger, and the spiritual flame lacking temperature slowly devoured the uneven corners of the note.
"I also have other things to deal with recently."
Unable to maintain much trust in this detective who had little social contact, Klein also excused himself.
Although both of them expressed sympathy for the innocent lady who was still being persecuted by Kapin and his associates, and knew that Jason's former mistress might be sent out of Backlund at any time in the past few days, they still tacitly chose to play it safe.
act.
"How long will it take?" The wind blowing in from outside the corridor made the hem of Dunn's coat rustle, causing his eyes to narrow slightly.
Miss Sharon's appointment date is probably within these two days, and after fighting with the "Indulgence Sect", it is difficult for me to guarantee that I will not be injured. At least the spiritual consumption will take a day to recover, and Kapin has not yet been confirmed.
How many Extraordinaries are there? What level are the mid-sequence Extraordinaries among them? If the big man behind him really attaches great importance to this population trading channel and invests in three mid-sequence Extraordinaries regardless of the cost, I can only plan how to do it.
Through this Mr. Yin Wensi, hand over the information to the Goddess Church, or use other reasons to attract the attention of the Church of Steam...
Klein weighed it rapidly in his mind, and the white steam exhaled in the cold air escaped upwards. After a while, he answered:
"If anything else changes on Friday, I will notify you in advance."
"Okay." Dunn nodded slightly, and then added: "I will investigate the situation near the warehouse in the past few days. If there is anything else to gain, when will it be more suitable for me to visit you?"
Visit me?
My suggestion is that it's best not to visit me... Although Klein was somewhat resistant to this detective who was experienced in his work and was a bit different from his bookish appearance, considering the future cooperation between the two parties, after thinking hard
, some gave up on themselves and said:
"At night, I may not be at home during the day. You can fall asleep at night."
Dunn, who was hiding from the cold wind on his back, visibly stiffened, and the corners of his mouth quickly rose and then calmed down.
"OK."
...
After agreeing on the cooperation matters, Klein and Dunn left separately, took the tram and returned to the Backlund Bridge area.
He searched for the half-worn road signs nearby and relied solely on memory to reach the entrance of the subway station where he had agreed to contact Yin En.
On the low cement wall, some of the colorful paints had faded, while others were covered by new graffiti. Klein looked around, and after making sure that no one was paying attention, he used illusions to cover his body, and attached sporadic pieces with his fingers.
, a code word written in cipher text was left on a relatively clean piece of cement.
"Thursday, Iron Gate Street."
Halfway through writing, Klein suddenly stopped, thought for a moment, crossed out the symbol representing Iron Gate Street, and drew the shape of a bridge with his finger.
"Thursday, Backlund Bridge Suspension Tower."
After doing all this, Klein, whose face was completely stiff, stopped staying. Taking advantage of the less crowded subway at noon, he hurried back to the Jowood District, only buying a Dixie pie for lunch on the way.
...
Within Minsk 17.
Klein stood in front of the half-length mirror in the bathroom and pulled off the human skin mask on his face, revealing his original appearance.
After wearing a mask for a long time, this face that originally contained a bookish air became paler, and a short and uneven beard grew near the lips and chin, breaking the youthfulness that should be expected at this age.
He examined the look in his eyes, looking for changes and differences. For a moment, in the dim and small space, there was only the rushing water.
After a while, Klein, who had been looking at himself in the mirror for a long time like a statue, suddenly picked up a puddle of ice water, put it on his face, rubbed it for a while, and then lifted up his hand that was covered with water drops.
His face was directly covered with a human skin mask on the side.
"I have hardly played a 'magician' recently, why do I suddenly feel like I have digested a lot?"
Saying confusing words, Klein pushed open the bathroom door and walked out.
While having breakfast this morning, he saw the code left by Mr. "Eye of Wisdom" in the newspaper, and the party will be held as usual tomorrow.
In order to collect gold pounds to purchase items in the "Sun" realm, he needs to go to the bank now to withdraw the deposits from his account.
............
Bishop Utravsky's strong voice recited poems about gifts from the Holy Mother Earth's canon. The few believers were scattered on the benches in the front row of the church hall. They did not dare to destroy the solemn atmosphere. Originally they only wanted to
Emlyn, who quickly completed the task assigned to him by the priest, carefully sat in a seat next to him. Listening to the priest's voice that fluctuated or was full or false as the content changed, he unconsciously crossed his hands around his chest and watched from a distance.
Looking from everywhere, it seemed as if he was coaxing a non-existent baby to sleep.
The daily sermon lasted for about ten minutes. Bishop Utravsky, who stood in the center of the altar, first led the believers to praise the Mother Goddess, and then called Emlyn, who had not yet completely emerged from the holy scripture and was reciting silently,
The two of them distributed the Holy Communion together.
Although after a long evolution, the Holy Communion of each church has basically become the same form. Even the surprisingly similar sharing ceremony of Storm, Sun and Wisdom only left the symbolic cutting of a steak into several pieces.
When the believers share the meal, the Holy Communion is completed.
However, because of its own tradition, the Mother Earth Church, even in modern times, still has many poor believers who attach great importance to the Holy Communion that the church distributes for free. Because it adheres to the doctrine of "a good harvest", the Holy Communion mainly provides staple food.
Emlyn, who could only watch but not eat, waited silently for the end of the Holy Communion ceremony. It was not until the last believer in shabby clothes reluctantly walked out of the church that he cautiously approached Bishop Utravsky.
"Father, can I take leave during the day the day after tomorrow?"
Bishop Utravsky, who was clearing away the dishes, cast a dull look.
"Our vampire clan will have a small gathering tomorrow night."
Emlyn, who only looked forward to taking advantage of the sunshine to have a good sleep after finishing the party at night, turned away with a guilty conscience.
"Of course, this is your freedom." Bishop Utravsky nodded slightly, obviously not meaning to be embarrassed.
Emlyn, who was secretly happy in his heart, beamed with joy. A smile unconsciously appeared on his face. Without saying anything, he took the initiative to take the rag handed by the priest and walked towards the candlestick where wax droplets had condensed.
...
Wednesday afternoon.
After taking a day off, Klein checked the gold pound he carried with him, separated it in half, and put it into two pockets respectively.
At the same time, he briefly checked the charms and badges stored separately in each pocket of his body, and repeatedly confirmed that Mr. Azik's copper whistle had sealed the iron cigarette box as a container with a simple spiritual wall.
Since Crane uses the most basic spiritual wall, such a seal cannot completely isolate the influence of Azik's Bronze Whistle spread at any time, but it is enough to avoid most accidents.
The left hand inserted in his pocket rubbed the corner of the gold pound. Klein watched the carriages passing by on the street, his heart tightened for a while, and finally he turned to the tram carriage station, which already looked a little dilapidated.
There was only one person beside the stop sign that had lost its roof.
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First update.
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