On Thursday morning, not long after Klein had finished breakfast, he heard the unexpected doorbell.
Not only that, but what surprised him even more was that this rash visitor was none other than Louis Yinwensi, who had been missing for two days.
"Detective Yin Wensi, what do you want from me?"
Klein looked up and down at his unshaven former collaborator, who looked like he hadn't taken care of his image for a long time, and stepped aside in confusion.
Dunn, who had barely rested in the past two days, was not polite and quickly walked into Klein's living room. After a cursory greeting, he sat down on the single sofa on one side.
"Sorry to disturb you at this time..."
He took the warm water from Klein and took a sip before continuing:
"I received a rather difficult case in the past two days, and I haven't had much rest. If the church hadn't made adjustments, I might not be able to come back now."
"Church?" Klein looked at him in surprise, and sat opposite him with a teacup in both hands.
Although they planned to assassinate Cappin together, it was only a temporary cooperation between the two of them because they had the same view on the incident, or they both had a strong sense of justice. Klein did not think that the relationship between the two was
It's gotten so good that they don't hide the fact that each other is an extraordinary person hiding a secret.
Dunn blinked and concealed his face against his habit.
"Yes, I was barely considered an informant for the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery because of some lies. Their latest operation lacked the ability to use the 'Incubus', so they hired me out of desperation."
Hire?
The more Klein listened, the more confused he became. As the Church of Steam that is most in need of "artisans", they should have enough sealed artifacts to make up for their lack of abilities. Even if there is an emergency, the three major churches of Backlund will also
We should cooperate with each other and provide help. Why hire an informant whose identity is not clear?
As if seeing Klein's doubts, Dunn kept rubbing his face with his palms, forcing himself to cheer up and asked:
"Are you aware of the recent new Ripper incident?"
Klein nodded silently. He had just read the relevant report in the newspaper while eating.
"The property left behind by Jason Belial exploded for no reason, injuring members of the Church of Steam. Within two days, the 'devil' suspected of being a blood worshiper launched another retaliatory action against the Church of Steam." Dunn let go.
He covered his face with his hand and pushed up his glasses, "This provocation completely angered the Church of Steam. After discussing with other churches, they wanted to take over the complete disposal rights of Eucalyptus the Ripper."
In other words, the Church of Steam was trying to protect its own dignity and could not shamelessly ask for support from other churches, so it had no choice but to hire an informant... However, the newspaper did not report how serious this incident was, and it was just classified as a tactic.
Similar independent pieces.
Although after listening to Dunn's introduction, Klein was still a little confused.
"Isn't it okay to tell me directly? You should have signed a contract with the Church of Steam, right?"
Dunn shook his head.
"I saw your name on the list of informants they provided."
As he said that, due to the negative effects of the glasses seal, even the "Sleepless Man" felt deeply tired. Dunn took out a document from the inside of his coat and handed it to Klein across from him.
The camouflaged dark red eyes stared at Klein, who was reading the document, and Dunn slowly let out a long breath.
In fact, the real reason for his sudden visit to Klein was not the Ripper case at all.
Although there have been as many as the eighth "demonic" murders recently, and more clues about the Blood Worship Cult have been unearthed, it has really caused a headache for the Church of Steam, forcing Dunn to take the initiative and risk being suspected.
The real reason for expanding the scope of employment and including some experienced informants to launch the investigation is the two victims of the eighth case - a Nighthawk and the former mistress of Jason Belial.
Although we don’t know why these two people happened to bump into each other and were killed by the "devil", the fact has happened. The Church of Steam has no excuse to prevent the Church of Night from intervening. Just this morning, a temporarily assembled "Red Gloves"
"Has joined the investigation team.
Even though I have not yet received a definite response from His Highness Edmund, I have basically confirmed that Sherlock Moriarty is Crane. If the "Red Gloves" of the church follow Jason Belial in the investigation
I got it from my mistress and touched our previous cooperation. I discovered something strange about Klein while falling asleep...
Dunn's eyes darkened imperceptibly. He didn't want his team members to go to the church's tribunal.
No matter for whatever reason they escaped death, changed their appearance, or even changed their beliefs in the eyes of others, they still risked their lives to protect Tingen, heroes, and heroes should not be treated like this.
"If I hadn't seen the seal of the Church of Steam, it would be hard for me to believe that this would be a decision made by the Orthodox Church."
After reading it carefully, Klein put down the document in his hand and couldn't help but sigh.
The Church of Steam actually adopted a similar method to the previous Silveras Field, calling in forces outside the establishment. However, the police chose detectives, and they chose informants with reliable resumes, those wild Extraordinaries.
After this operation, regardless of whether it is successful or not, the Church of Steam must endorse these wild Beyonders... Klein thought for a moment, then mused:
"I have no reason to refuse this invitation."
Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit heavy, he tried to make a joke.
"If other Beyonders in Backlund knew about this document, they would go crazy about it."
"I'm glad you think so." Dunn smiled back without any emotion, but the dark circles under his eyes only highlighted his fatigue.
Klein handed the document to Dunn again, "So when do I need to fulfill my obligations."
Hearing that Klein turned this commission into an obligation, Dunn couldn't help but frowned, but he still answered normally:
"Starting tomorrow, after all, not all informants will be so easy to contact and persuade."
"If the Blood Worship Cult and another group of 'demons' are aware of the Steam Church's actions, both official personnel and informants will be killed in the ninth incident. This will be more of a loss than a gain."
After drinking down the remaining warm water, Dunn stood up. After spending a second or two to resist the dizziness in his brain, he took the initiative to say goodbye to Klein and walked out of No. 17.
Not only does Klein need to prepare, he also needs enough rest to make up for his condition.
Watching Dunn walk into the house diagonally opposite, his tall figure passing through the window, and finally stopping in the bedroom on the second floor, Klein withdrew his gaze and his face instantly darkened.
"What does another 'demon' mean?"
...
"The deceased was Jill Valentine, twenty-eight years old, freelance."
"The deceased was Gilbert Nelson, thirty-one years old, Nighthawk."
A female voice without much emotion read out the record that had just been made. The man in a black trench coat squatting beside the body retracted his palm, and his gloves as red as blood were stained with a layer of blue.
He handed over the extraordinary characteristics left by his comrades to the team members behind him, turned to look at his female colleagues who were continuing to record, and asked in a deep voice:
"Daly, have you got any more clues?"
Dai Li, who was wearing blue eye shadow and blush, glanced at it and replied quickly:
"The 'devil's' curse destroyed the spirits of Gilbert and another deceased person. Even the nearby spirits were inexplicably dispersed by most of them. The remaining ones almost did not have the ability to communicate, or were scared out of their wits.
There is no way to ask for valid information.”
Perhaps because it was related to the death of a colleague, Daly Simone did not use her usual "colorful" rhetorical habits, but simply stated the facts in an official tone, with a slightly magnetic voice that was calm and calm.
The captain of this team, Sost, nodded, agreeing with the other party's judgment. As a Sequence Six "Requiem Master" like Dai Li, he also had the ability to communicate with spirits to a certain extent, but when he found it difficult to
After getting the clue, I wanted to hear the "Necromancer's" opinion, but something went wrong.
"First bring back the victim's body to meet with the mechanical heart..." Sost waved his hand and ordered behind him. Before he could finish speaking, he saw a young "Red Glove" who had just been assigned to his subordinate.
Squatting next to the female victim, her head was slightly tilted, as if she was observing something.
"Leonard, did you find anything?"
Sweeping the messy hair behind his ears, Leonard glanced at his green eyes and replied with a smile:
"No, I'm just curious about the scars left on the deceased."
As he spoke, he tilted his head again, and was silent for a second as if listening to something, and then looked at Dai Li.
"Ms. Dai Li, when you examined the body just now, did you feel that the wounds did not look like they were left in a struggle?"
Dai Li raised her eyebrows, subconsciously looked back at the corpse on the ground, pondered for two seconds and then said slowly:
"Judging from the state of their muscles, they are indeed too relaxed, but the possibility of having experienced combat cannot be completely ruled out."
"Gilbert is the 'Dream Demon' of Sequence Seven. Not even a 'demon' has the ability to kill a Sequence Seven who is good at frontal combat and has mastered the ability to dream without any resistance." Sost also recognized Dai.
Li's point of view.
Leonard still maintained a smile and tilted his head slightly as usual. He was not discouraged even if his speculation was refuted.
"Then what if the other party used some curse or other abilities to put Gilbert into a hypnotic effect?"
Sost's brows furrowed, and Dai Li on the side also became serious. They re-observed the wounds of the two of them, and compared the differences with the previous victim's wounds, their expressions gradually became serious.
"I will write down your guess, but this still needs subsequent proof."
After receiving Sost's approval, Leonard nodded slightly, still smiling, and then took the initiative to collect the corpse on the ground.
The sound of leather boots hitting the floor came in. Dai Li looked down at Leonard who was putting the female body into a body bag, squatted down slightly, leaned in and whispered.
"You're terrible at hiding yourself."
Leonard's hands wearing blood-red gloves trembled, his slightly stiff face remained unchanged, and he pretended to be calm:
"I really can't restrain my desire to express myself sometimes."
Ignoring the surprised looks of others, Dai Li maintained a half-squatting posture and kept her voice low.
"Then you don't need to turn your head so frequently next time, like a nervous little boy doing something."
Indescribable embarrassment crawled onto his cheeks, and Leonard, who was blushing, was about to retort when he saw Dai Li get up gently and walk out the door.
He looked around in panic, and after making sure no one was paying attention to him, he said urgently in an imperceptible voice:
"Old man, has Ms. Dai Li seen you?"
The pounding sound in the ears as the nervous blood accelerated still dominated everything, and it took several seconds for the old voice to finally come.
"It's your actions that are too obvious."
Palles, who was floating in the outer layer of Leonard's spirit, was speechless.
"With the status and experience of the 'Necromancer', she probably wouldn't have guessed that there was a 'parasite' in you. At most, she would have mistakenly thought it was for other reasons."
"Besides, based on the relationship between your captain and her, I don't think she will doubt you because of this matter."
"That's good..." Pulling the zipper of the body bag closer, Leonard breathed a sigh of relief.
"Okay?" Pales snorted sarcastically, "You can try to be so obvious in front of your archbishop next time. By the way, help me test whether your goddess considers my existence apart from her angel.
Told others."
Listening to the old man's barely concealed sarcasm, Leonard's cheeks blushed even more. He hurriedly swept his broken hair, covered his forehead, and hurriedly followed his companions.
...
Backlund, East District.
After confirming above the gray fog that the news brought by Louis Yin Wensi was correct and that there was no additional danger hidden behind it, Klein was a little surprised that "Secret" disappeared again, but he still did not do anything unnecessary.
After leaving the gray fog in a hurry, he continued with his original planned schedule.
Klein, who was dressed as a worker, walked down the stairs of the cheap hotel, walked around the corner, and his eyes seemed to accidentally stop on the back of a peaked cap.
He continued to do what he was doing, pretending to be sleepy just after waking up, took down a newspaper from the newspaper rack, and continued to look at the figure through the cover.
This man wearing a peaked cap is about 1.7 meters tall, with a medium build and an ordinary face. The only thing that can be called a distinctive feature is an extremely obvious dark red birthmark on the lower left side of his face. His valgus legs are thick and powerful, indicating that he is
The fact that the body has become deformed due to long-term physical labor.
However, this is not the reason why he attracted Klein's attention. The real point is that he is also one of the many disseminators of the new doctrine of the Aurora Society in the East District, and this is almost an open matter.
Finally, after waiting for a while, Klein found an opportunity to make contact with the man in the peaked cap.
He rolled the newspaper into a paper tube, walked over slowly, and patted the man's shoulder mysteriously.