Backlund, Jowood District, No. 17 Minsk Street, Thursday morning at nine o'clock.
After a rare nap, Klein slowly opened his eyes. In Mohu's field of vision, he could see the unfamiliar light and shadow flickering on the ceiling.
Where am I?
The wound near his right arm ached faintly. He raised his right hand blankly, and saw the translucent human skin mask swaying pitifully between his fingers.
The memories of last night came back quickly, and the holes in his slightly confused brown eyes gradually narrowed.
I fell asleep on the sofa yesterday after being sent back by Mr. Azik?
Klein, who had just realized this, suddenly stood up. The crackling of bones and unbearable pain all over his body pulled him back to the sofa.
"Sure enough, I slept on the sofa all night without treating the wound. My body really couldn't bear it. Even if I am an extraordinary person, I can't avoid it."
Klein, who was affectionate and slightly languid, supported his body unsteadily, got up from the sofa, and took off his double-breasted coat that was almost burned and could no longer be worn.
After taking a careful look at it distressedly, he had to throw the clothes that had been with him for a long time at the door. Enduring the pain that constantly stimulated his brain, he found the medical kit he had prepared before and sat alone at the dining table to disinfect and wrap it around him.
bandage.
"Huh, how can I do a detective operation with Yin Wensi tomorrow if it's like this?" Klein looked at the right half of his body that was almost wrapped in bandages. He used his free left hand to quickly clean up the scattered medicines on the table.
After tidying up, I happened to hear the clear ringing of the doorbell from the entrance.
After looking at his miserable state, Klein hurriedly grabbed his relatively clean shirt, making sure that most of the scars were covered, and then walked towards the entrance.
Since there is a knock on the door, it means it is definitely not Miss Sharon... it is a commission, but who will be here at this time?
Klein nodded secretly and decided that if it was a commission, he would find any excuse to shirk it.
Squeak.
The door opened inward, and Dunn looked at Klein, who was stunned on the spot, and his eyes slowly moved to the right arm that the opponent had deliberately covered.
There was a strong smell of alcohol... The experienced former Nighthawks captain carefully looked at the detective in front of him who was suspected to be one of his former team members. After confirming again and again, he hesitated and said:
"You are hurt?"
"It's not a big problem." Klein, who was caught off guard by the other party's visit, coughed, quickly moved away, and led the neighbor to the living room.
In the bright house, Dunn followed the smell and saw that the dining table was still littered with medical veils that had not been processed in time, as well as little blood stains on them.
He frowned unconsciously, and there was a hint of reproach in his mellow voice.
"How did it happen?"
Klein subconsciously touched his face, "This is why I chose to take action on Friday."
Seeing that Klein was obviously still defensive about him, Dunn did not choose to delve deeper, but simply said with concern:
"We can choose another time. Yesterday I found some other evidence, enough to send that employer to..."
"That lady."
Dunn, who was still persuading, was stunned for a moment. In front of him, Klein, who was obviously not looking very good, was looking at him seriously.
"My ability does not require me to fight in close combat. Although it may have a certain impact, if I choose another time, that lady might be sent away from Backlund like those innocent girls before."
"Perhaps we can report it to the Heart of Machinery." Dunn was silent for a moment, then tentatively said.
As former official Beyonders, they tend to rely on official power to solve problems, not to mention that Klein originally likes to borrow the power of superiors.
"But the Machine Heart has no reason to search for a rich man without conclusive evidence, not to mention that if the other party really has official background support, Kaping and the big shots behind him can borrow the background of MI9 and refuse to investigate." Clay.
En's eyes were full of heaviness.
"Although this basically confirms what they are hiding, once the Machinery Heart scan application is submitted, there is basically not enough evidence."
Dunn leaned against the sofa behind him and let out a long sigh.
As someone who has worked in the official system for more than ten years, he is more familiar with these dilemmas.
The two of them sat on the sofa in silence. Dunn, who was feeling increasingly depressed, subconsciously touched his waist and took out the half-pack of cigarettes left.
Just as he was about to take out the matches, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Klein's strange eyes and said with some embarrassment:
"Sorry, this is an old habit."
His eyes moved twice between the opponent's fingers, and Klein shook his head.
"It doesn't matter. Many detectives have this habit."
Although he was not rejected, Dunn still put away his cigarette and asked in order to cover up his embarrassment:
"Will you continue to operate normally tomorrow?"
Klein, who had not had breakfast yet, nodded silently.
After receiving the response, Dunn pursed his lips helplessly and left in a hurry. He only said a few words to ask Klein to pay attention to his wound, and then left alone.
Seeing the door in front of him slowly closing, the emotion in Klein's eyes suddenly darkened, and he looked confused.
"What he did just now was more like he was used to using a pipe?"
...
Outside a mansion in Backlund's West District.
The vampire banquet that lasted all night has ended. Compared with ordinary human banquets, the vampire banquet actually assumes the function of superior nobles helping other vampires improve their living conditions.
At this kind of banquet, the most powerful vampires in the area will share their blood to help those vampires who usually have difficulty finding food maintain their status.
However, in the past hundred years, this has become the only opportunity for many vampires living in cities to taste high-end blood food.
Emlyn, who worked at Harvest Church during the day yesterday and didn't get enough sleep, looked for his parents, his scarlet eyes looking slightly gloomy.
"Emlyn White."
Suddenly, a deep voice came from behind. Emlyn, who had not seen his parents, looked back and saw the owner of the place, Baron Casimi, standing in front of his parents, looking down at him.
"Your Excellency Baron?"
Emlyn's nerves tensed subconsciously and he walked over quickly.
"I heard that you often go to Harvest Church recently." This vampire, who looks more like a gentleman in his thirties, is actually over two hundred years old.
He looked Emlyn up and down, as if assessing something.
"Yes." Emlyn's face twitched slightly when the baron suddenly found out about the embarrassing incident. He immediately looked at his parents as if asking for help, but saw that his father also had a solemn face.
Isn't it because the tribe suspects that I have changed my faith?
Emlyn recalled how other vampires evaded him at today's banquet, and how his parents had been communicating with some older vampires, and the corner of his mouth twitched again.
It is possible that the father and mother were unable to resist the priest and chose to seek help from the big shots in the tribe.
But I haven’t converted!
Emlyn, whose fair face was dyed red, hesitated and was about to defend, but saw Baron Casimi opposite him raising his right hand high and saying with a serious expression:
"We will not let the provocation of the Mother Earth Church go unchecked."
Seeing that Emlyn's expression softened, he continued:
"My grandfather will take care of it himself on Monday night."
There is a mass on Monday night. All the believers of Backlund Mother Goddess should be back. I don’t know what time it will end... Emlyn first habitually considered the recent work of the church, and then realized it later.
Realizing the most important point in what Baron Casimi just said.
"Your grandfather?" He slowly opened his eyes slightly dullly, and the White couple behind Qasimi couldn't help but cover their faces.
"Master Nibais wants to see me?" Emlyn did not notice his parents' reaction and spoke anxiously, "Does the Marquis also know about this?"
Qasimi nodded solemnly.
"Yes."
After saying that, the baron turned and walked to the second floor, giving Emlyn no chance to continue asking.
In his opinion, it was impossible for this young vampire to refuse, not to mention that he didn't even have a title.
This... this... Emlyn stared blankly at his parents with a stunned expression, and suddenly felt a huge powerlessness.
............
Three o'clock in the afternoon, Minsk Street.
In Backlund in the autumn, even though it was only three o'clock, the sun had already reached the west side and was blocked by the unpleasant yellow smoke, leaving only darkness.
The wound was almost treated and Klein had even begun to recover, sitting in the living room, quietly reading today's newspaper, as if waiting for someone to visit.
In the almost silent No. 17, a sound of rolling carriage wheels came from the window. Along with the low whistle of the horses, there was indeed a muffled sound at the entrance.
Klein put down the newspaper and stared at the illusory water waves rising in the air. The elegant black and light gold in the center gradually became clear. Sharon, who had a delicate appearance and a cold temperament, nodded gently, and received the same nod from Klein in response.
Finally, there was a click at the entrance, and a wary-looking Maric walked in.
"remuneration."
Miss "Resentful Soul", who always rarely speaks, turned her hands, and an ancient book bound with thick parchment appeared in her hands. There was also a black and green wolf fang and something unknown on the top.
Weird vial of liquid.
"This is yesterday's reward."
Walking behind Sharon, Maric, whose limbs were slightly tense, added in a low voice. He tightened his palms, just enough to make Klein notice the translucent doll he was holding.
Is that the characteristic of the "revengeful soul"?
Klein, who had regained his complexion after taking a nap, stood up straight, his hands were empty, and he was not wearing the "stand-in" that he usually kept with him.
He looked at Miss "Resentful Soul" who took the initiative to lower her height and was eye level with him, and said with a smile:
“Richer than I thought.”
Accompanied by Maric's sudden heavy breathing, the unsmiling Sharon made a rare joke.
"Maric thinks you would choose Steve's attributes."
Klein's gaze swept away, and Maric looked at Sharon with a stunned look. After feeling Klein's gaze, he quickly turned his head. The malice and madness in his eyes were less than yesterday.
many.
"You really sacrificed a lot in the battle yesterday."
While sighing, he suddenly felt that his partner had changed somewhat.
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