"These clothes are mainly collected from the Backlund Bridge District, and very few are from the Jowood District..."
Liv immersed herself in carrying another man's jacket and put it in front of her. The hot iron pressed through the linen and pressed against the folds of the clothes. After a wave of milky white air, the clothes returned to a rough shape.
Klein held a notebook in one hand, with a dark red pen hanging on the paper, randomly recording symbols that he could not understand.
"Well, Joe Wood District usually has its own maid..." He habitually echoed Liv's answer.
After drawing the last ghost symbol at the footer, Klein coughed lightly, glanced at the old Kohler who was staring at Liv's two daughters in a daze, and said angrily:
"thanks for sharing."
As he spoke, he took out a sole from his pocket and placed it next to the table where Liv was ironing clothes.
In the small room, the mother and daughter were still busy with their work. Only the older girl looked up and nodded shyly to the unknown reporter.
Amidst the sizzling sound of the iron sizzling through the clothes, Old Kohler pulled the corner of Lakleon's clothes and said in a hoarse voice:
"Sir, let's go."
Klein nodded silently, then turned around and walked out of the damp and cramped room together.
The two of them walked down the dilapidated corridor together. After exiting the door of the unit, the pungent yellow smoke was gradually rising outside. However, the two of them were already used to the smell in the laundry room just now, so they did not care about the pungent smell.
What a reaction.
Klein, whose nose was still a little blocked, checked the direction, turned around and said to Old Kohler:
"Let's get here first today."
"Ah, ah..." Kohler, who was rubbing his face, was stunned for a moment, and then responded in a daze, with a trace of loneliness quickly sweeping across his face.
Klein took this into his eyes and shook his head slightly.
"You can find a job first. I should come to the East District often in the future..."
Speaking of this, his completely stiff face could no longer bring out a smile. He could only express his relief as much as possible and said with a smile:
"If you find the right job, where should I find you?"
Kohler, who was a little disappointed just now, regained his energy in an instant and thought about it carefully.
"Although I haven't lost my skills now, I still tremble from time to time. Even if I go to the previous shoe factory, they won't necessarily hire me. I'll probably have to find a job at the dock."
He stared at the cloth shoes that had several holes on his feet and breathed a sigh of relief slowly.
"Mr. Moriarty, just come to the dock and look for me. If you don't find me, please ask the people nearby."
"Those squatting at the pier are basically familiar with each other. If you ask them, they should be able to find out where I am."
Kohler spoke with some force. He could not guarantee that if he found a job and the good gentleman did not find him immediately when he needed it, workers who were also unemployed like himself would take the opportunity to take over this good job.
Although he didn't know what the average age of civilians in the East District was, he could feel that his health was deteriorating day by day, and Mr. Moriarty's money was very important to him.
"good."
In the spiritual vision, Old Kohler's emotional changes were extremely clear. Klein watched the colors symbolizing emotions constantly changing, nodded silently, and emphasized specifically:
"Don't worry, if it happens that you're not off work, I'll be waiting."
Anyway, he is not a real reporter. If there is an emergency, he can put Yin En in charge.
...
Inside the low-cost hotel rented anonymously by Klein in the East District.
After bidding farewell to old Kohler, Klein did not return directly to Minsk Street. Instead, after putting on a disguise, he took off his human skin mask and relied on the disguise of "illusion magic" to go to his small hotel on the edge of the East District.
The dark brown wooden floor is covered with various colors that cannot be washed away. There are still debris mixed with dust and cobwebs hanging in the corners of the ceiling. The sheets have been washed white, but they are stained with the unique pungent smell of the East District, and the smell is also
It doesn't smell very good.
In front of the cracked dressing mirror, Klein looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes lingering on the beard and dull face, and he touched his chin with some regret.
Alas, the original bookishness of Crane Moretti is now almost invisible...
But this is also a good thing. Even if I don't make any disguise and go out directly, I probably won't be recognized by my acquaintances in the church.
The cold breeze slid past the feet, and the illusory white bones spurted out one by one like a fountain, and were reorganized under the blessing of spiritual power. They quickly formed a terrifying giant skeleton, with half of its body passing through the floor, burning with pale flames.
Looking at Klein with both eyes, he handed over a carefully sealed envelope.
Mr. Azik's reply?
After thanking the messenger perfunctorily, the melancholy on Klein's face disappeared and turned into a look of joy. He deftly tore open the part of the envelope that was stuck with paint and took out the letter paper.
"Dear Klein, first of all, thank you for your concern. While tracking down Ince Zangwill, I discovered some secrets about his cooperation with the Aurora Society and the royal family. But don't worry, the gangs controlled by the Aurora Society and their
The members were unable to catch me, and as for the wanted warrant in the East District, it is not of an official nature, so don’t worry about it.”
It’s not unusual for Ince Zangwill to be hiding in Backlund, but the Aurora Society and the royal family?
Klein frowned at first, and then bit his lip in confusion.
Does "Secret" know about this?
Although she and the True Creator are allies, considering the mental state of the True Creator and his followers who can hardly use common sense to deduce their thinking, if you think about it carefully, "Mystery" really may not know such trivial things.
No, I want to find an opportunity to ask Mr. A... Klein nodded slightly and continued reading Azik Eggers' letter.
Anyway, if you have the identity of a voter, why don’t you take advantage of it?
And judging from Mr. Azik's response, the gangs controlled by the Aurora Society didn't know what kind of university professor they were looking for.
Be careful, if you are in a hurry, the living fossil that has lived for more than a thousand years will send you warmth directly from the underworld!
"As for the history of the 'God of Mystery' you mentioned, I'm sorry. As for this hidden existence, she gradually disappeared during the era when I was active. It was not until the fall of the 'Red Angel' and the War of the Four Emperors that she reappeared.
She became active, and in the end, because she seemed to have done something to me, I don’t remember the subsequent development, and I only know some information about her that I obtained from the Northern Continent at that time.”
After the fall of Solomon in the Fourth Age and the injury to the true Creator, the "God of Mystery" Zhou Mingrui's already critical mental state became even worse. He had to spend most of his time sleeping to fight against the gradually resurrecting Tianzun in his body.
"During the Solomon Empire, although the 'God of Mysteries' was different from the true Creator and was not a true god recognized by the 'Black Emperor', nor was he given a title, his status was still higher than other great nobles at the time."
"Her alliance with the True Creator is a continuation of the Third Age. As for more details, I think in the Southern Continent, only the God of Death at that time knew more about it. I'm sorry that I can't provide you with more clues."
In other words, most of "Secret's" self-reports are true. She was indeed greatly affected by the death of the Creator she believed in in Silver City, and she still refused to leave her friend after she was contaminated.
Although it sounds a bit ridiculous, it seems to be the truth... Klein looked at the letter with a strange expression, and his toes clenched the soles of his shoes tightly.
Moreover, "Secret"'s diary clearly states that she seems to have a very good relationship with the son of the Creator, and she herself is also very beautiful...
Killing the dangerous reverie in its cradle, Klein forced himself to continue reading the rest of Mr. Azik's letter.
"Regarding the 'Black Emperor' card you mentioned, I really need similar items to stimulate me to recall more past memories. If possible, I hope to borrow the original version. Of course, I will use other items as payment."
"Regarding the 'secret' memory, if it weren't for the notebook that was stored in my castle, I probably wouldn't be able to remember so much."
"Finally, I hope my answer can help you, your teacher Azik Eggers."
Klein slowly closed the letter and put it back into the envelope. He hesitated for a moment, but still did not light it with the spiritual flame.
Well, I probably won’t be using the spirit state recently, so it’s not impossible to hand over the “Black Emperor” card to Mr. Azik... Klein glanced at the environment in the hotel and decided to wait until he got home.
He took down the "Black Emperor" card from the gray fog and summoned a messenger to deliver it to Mr. Azik.
However, it seems that Mr. Azik's memory has not recovered much, but the "mysterious" notes stimulated him to remember the part about the "Mysterious God"... It reminds him of the first time Mr. Azik approached
Klein was a little curious about the sight of his own castle, his body undergoing changes and being shrouded in gray mist.
I don’t know how much Mr. Azik’s strength has recovered.
After putting the envelope away, he put the human-skin mask into his trouser pocket, put his plain glasses directly on the bridge of his nose without any disguise, and wore a black double-breasted coat, matching trousers, and a top hat.
After finishing taking care of it, Klein pulled off the dirty linen and pulled out the dull and clean chain-blade cane.
During the day, Klein considered old Kohler's safety and found an excuse to leave after asking about the general situation at the bar controlled by the dock gang. Now there is no need to worry about Mr. Azik's wanted arrest, but Miss Sharon and Maric still face the possibility
The danger came directly from the "Sexualist" demigods. Considering that the two of them were his few friends in Backlund, Klein decided to see if he could be of any help.
"If you are really unlucky enough to bump into a demigod from the 'Sexualist' faction, I wonder if 'Secret' will suddenly show off its power and stage a vulgar drama."
With his half-high silk top hat pressed up and his whole body shrouded in illusion, Klein quietly walked out of the room and walked out of the hotel.
Although he doesn't want to admit it, many times before he takes risks, he is always hesitant because of the existence of "mysteries". Maybe he won't be able to get rid of the other party's shadow until he is truly strong.
...
Silveras Field, inside Backlund Police Station.
The members of Mechanical Heart were wearing corresponding police uniforms, and four or five people walked by staring at the police inspector and above armbands, attracting many ordinary police officers to look at them sideways.
Dunn, who is well disguised, looks a little out of place among the uniform black and white grid.
"Karl, you and Detective Yin Wensi will be responsible for checking the body later."
Yoon Kangseul, who was in charge of leading the team, wore a standard large-brimmed hat to cover his strange-shaped hair that was struck by lightning.
After the property left behind by Jason Belial exploded for no apparent reason, the Church of Steam's Beyonders in Backlund discovered some traces of "demonic" activities.
Because this vicious incident directly resulted in the death and serious injury of two members of the Heart of Machinery, the Church of Steam directly characterized this as a provocation by the "Blood Worship Cult" against the God of Steam and Machinery.
This allowed the Church of Steam, which has always been known for its gentleness, to use a rare tough approach and take over the aftermath work that was originally handled by Silveras Field. In order to avoid discussions with the Church of Night, it made an exception to invite Louis Yin, who was still an informant.
Wensi participated in the operation and was responsible for filling the lack of "Dream Demon" ability.
At least in the files of the Heart of Machinery, Louis Yinwensi is still at the level of "dream demon".
Under the guidance of the forensic doctor, Carl and Dunn, who wore a monocle and looked fresh, walked into the dim morgue together. On the narrow iron bed, there were pieces of meat that were originally members of the Andre Ladd family.
It looked horrible, with traces of giant beasts gnawing everywhere, and the broken neck exposed a section of white bones dripping with yellow-green liquid.
"This is no longer dismemberment..." Carl's eyes twitched as he analyzed the corpse while holding his monocle. Instead, Dunn calmly walked to the side of the corpse, wearing autopsy gloves.
He opened a penetrating wound with his right palm and said in a mellow voice:
"Is there any spiritual remnant of the murderer?"
"No, not even the spirit of the deceased is left behind. From the analysis, the most remaining thing here is the evil aura from the abyss. Even if there is anything else, it is covered by it."
"Can we apply for the transfer of that sealed artifact, or the level 2 sealed artifact of the 'Corpse Collector' pathway? Maybe we can gain something by channeling near the place of origin."
"Theoretically yes..." Karl, who was answering habitually, was suddenly stunned for a moment.
He looked at Louis Yinwensi who was carefully examining the wounds on the corpse, feeling a little confused.
Who is the official Beyonder? Is this guy really not a plainclothes member of the Church of the Night?
No, how could the church's official extraordinary people be in plain clothes... The young man who was deeply poisoned by Russell's novel shook his head and got rid of all the irrelevant thoughts.
Every time he came into contact with this informant, he would feel a strong sense of disobedience, as if he was cooperating with an experienced official extraordinary person. The other party's words and views on the incident were very official.
The taste of the extraordinary.
"The traces left on the corpse are very similar to the wounds originally caused by the 'Crazy Ripper'. They are all very different from knife wounds, but this time they appear more violent."
When the police summoned detectives at that time, they provided a castrated version of internal information, which included autopsy reports and corresponding photos of all the victims, so Dunn had a deep memory of the "Crazy Ripper"'s methods.
Dunn turned his gaze seriously, looked at Karl, and said word by word:
"I want to know, are you sure Jason Belial is really dead?"
------Digression-----
I will take exams for ten consecutive days starting tomorrow. Thank you.
Finally, I would like to ask for recommendations and monthly tickets. My child has not seen monthly tickets for a long time...