"Sir, he's right over here. There have been gunshots since last night, and the smell of blood has been coming out of that room!" Brauer quickly led the yawning policeman upstairs and passed.
Within a minute, several people saw the room that was half-covered by the broken wooden door.
The leading policeman sniffed the strong smell of blood in the air, frowned slightly, and finally no longer looked lazy.
He waved his hand back knowingly, and a younger police officer immediately stepped forward and knocked open the wooden door that was blocked by something at the back.
There was a muffled sound, and the police officer who opened the wooden door looked towards the source of the sound, only to see the body of a middle-aged man lying next to him, with several more marks of bumps on his already stained head.
Judging from the angle, the body should have been leaning against the door of this room just now, and then it was knocked open and fell to the side.
The leading trainee inspector looked past the police officer in front, glanced at the general situation, put his arm on his shoulder, pulled him slightly outward, and walked into the house.
He looked around and saw only two corpses lying on the ground with scars on their necks cut open by a sharp weapon. They seemed to have been killed by the same weapon.
Since Backlund's police agency was established not long ago, only less than twenty years ago, and it was established based on the original group of police officers, most police officers still lack some professional skills.
Knowledge.
For example, now, if you are a real expert in criminal investigation, you can see that the wound on Meursault's neck was a fake injury forged by secondary injury, and the two daggers judged as murder weapons were only Meursault's.
A person's fingerprints.
However, this is the East End, this is the post-industrial revolution era, and the police agencies are far less advanced.
"This should be a home invasion robbery, and then the residents resisted, and finally the gangsters died one after another. I will ask the hotel owner about the remaining details later." The trainee inspector nonchalantly lit a cigarette at the scene of the incident.
He took a slow breath and then said slowly.
In the East District, this kind of thing should no longer be common. Although he knew very well that the things behind it were not that simple, and he also knew that the so-called victim might not live in this room at all, but for the safety of himself and his family, he still
I decided to close the case in such a hasty manner because this matter was not taken seriously by the media anyway. There was no need for me to pursue this matter like a fool and risk provoking the possible gangsters behind the incident.
As for asking the boss, well, judging from the fact that the hotel did not call the police, he didn't want to delay his business at all. Asking him was basically to deal with the past records and speed up the closing of the case, which was good for everyone.
As for Berauer, who came to report the crime, he was standing at the door of the room, staring blankly into the room. Because he did not see the bodies of the bounty hunter and the big boy, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.
............
While the East District police were still figuring out how to settle the case hastily, Klein and Ian had already returned to the Backlund Bridge area.
The two of them were cleaning an apartment that had not been occupied for a few days and had left a layer of dust on it because they forgot to close the windows when they left.
Since he didn't have the tools to clean up the house, Klein went downstairs to borrow a mop and broom from Mr. Aiglon, who had always disliked him. The two of them worked hard until the afternoon to completely clean the house.
Klein, who was tired and a little sore in the back, and whose facial expression became a little stiff due to wearing a mask for a long time, moved his body, and his neck kept making clicking sounds.
"Mr. Moriarty, where should we contact you in the future?" Ian, who was packing up cleaning tools, stretched and said in a childish voice.
When Ian was still working for Detective Zerrell, he lived in the East End on weekdays, and would only meet him at the cafe where Zerrell frequented when necessary.
This is so that Ian can have regular access to various intelligence in the East District so as not to lose his value, but also to avoid risks and prevent anyone from directly linking this inconspicuous boy with his employer.
This is the most basic professional ethics!
After thinking about the practical needs, Klein stood there, rubbing his cheek with his right hand, and said after a moment of silence:
"The subway station near Backlund Bridge, where I first saw you, has a lot of people there."
"As for normal contact, I will wait for a while before telling you. Now is not the time."
Considering that there might indeed be some urgent matters, Klein planned to get a reliable messenger himself, and when the time was right, he would tell Ian how to summon the messenger.
To be honest, he didn't want this big boy to get too involved in the world of extraordinary people. This was not a good way out. An ordinary life was far safer than fighting darkness and madness all the time.
Besides, I have to leave here sooner or later, and sooner or later I have to devote all my energy to revenge and going home. I can't force others to tie my own destiny.
Klein paused and said in a low voice:
"As for your reward, I will pay it to you directly after this Extraordinary transaction. It will be calculated as 5% of the transaction price."
Normally, the price of extraordinary characteristics and sealed artifacts is several hundred pounds, and a 5% return is enough to match the commission that Detective Zerrell has given Ian over the past few years, which can be considered very generous.
"The next gathering should be the day after tomorrow. For the specific time, use the method I told you last time to interpret the advertisement in the Backlund Post." Although I don't know the specific amount, from my own experience,
Ian, who could roughly guess that it should be a large amount of money, was a little excited, but he still added the relevant information very seriously.
The day after tomorrow... Klein subconsciously looked around the apartment that he had not lived in for a long time, and asked uncertainly:
"Do you know where to find bodyguards with extraordinary powers?"
He was not sure because, if Detective Zerrell's original intention last time was to hire Extraordinaries who he thought could assist him, Ian's method of directly recruiting among bounty hunters was too inefficient.
But something was beyond Klein's expectation. Ian answered calmly without thinking about it very much:
"It's the same as last time at the Brave Bar. Caspars, the owner there, should know a few Beyonders. It turns out that Detective Zerrell approached him when he was cooperating with an organization related to the Southern Continent."
Southern Continent?
Zerrell is looking for cooperation with organizations in the southern continent. Is this what Fusac's military means?
Regarding the organizations in the Southern Continent, Klein only knew about the "Rose School" that he had heard of among the Nighthawks, which was famous for its bloodshed and barbarity. However, he could also guess that it might include the colonists' slander, and now it was forced to
Considering the power of Ambassador Intis behind the Yuzgman Party, and considering that the pursuit may not have stopped yet, Klein can only seize every opportunity.
He focused his gaze, looked into Ian's bright red eyes and said:
"You come to my place tomorrow at noon and meet me at the subway station I just mentioned. I need to go to the Brave Bar."
After being told by Klein, Ian nodded and left the apartment rented by his employer without having time to eat, preparing to return to the small room where he once lived in the East District and could only rent a bed.
After he left, Klein looked at the tall boy's thin figure from a distance at the window near the street, sighing silently.
Bang, the light in room 221 of the apartment building went out.
............
Although Klein did not dare to go directly, the party organized by Mr. A, the divine envoy of the Aurora Society, was still held on time in an ordinary house in Queen Backlund.
It's really bold, but maybe this is what Emperor Russell once said, places under the lamp are often not easy to be found... Forsi cursed while finding a seat with Xio.
They looked at the detailed items on the blackboard in front of them and found that the host of the party, Mr. A, who was wearing a hooded robe, was as quiet as usual, sitting alone on the sofa in the front, but to his right
Fang, another tall man wearing a dark purple robe was sitting side by side with him, making Mr. A lose the condescending feeling he had in the previous gatherings.
Maybe that was a strong man as powerful as Mr. A, maybe also a Sequence Five... Forsi took a deep look, then glanced at his friend, and found that the other party didn't observe that person at all.
The two strong men were just staring at the blackboard.
Forsi followed Xio's line of sight and saw the formula for "Sheriff" hanging in an inconspicuous corner with a price tag of 450 pounds.
This is a relatively fair price, not a premium, and just within the range that Xio can afford.
She must be a little more excited... Forsi glanced at his friend again in a non-obvious manner, and somewhat naughtily guessed Xio's current mood.
But in fact, Xio, who had already met an ancient god, an ancient god served by angels, and joined a gathering before the god, was not very excited at this time.
She is weighing whether she should buy the "Sheriff" formula here.
First of all, the price of 450 pounds will directly cause her to lose the opportunity to purchase subsequent materials. Secondly, what if Mr. Fool’s gathering before God contains this formula?
A gathering before God must have its own special channels!
However, despite repeated rights, Xio decided to buy the formula directly here. After all, what she had been most afraid of recently was that no one would sell the formula even though she had money.
You don't encounter this kind of thing all the time... Xio breathed a long sigh of relief, then turned sideways to his friend and whispered:
"Is there anything you like?"
She knew that Forsi had also been seeking promotion.
But Forsi shook his head, also put his lips towards her, and said to Xio through the cold mask: ‘
"Is there the formula I want here? It's still the one we discussed at the beginning. Finding an extraordinary person who is good at purification for you may be able to help you."
But I don't think any purification can erase the traces of an ancient god... Xio curled her lips in pain and returned to her position.
Just in time, the hour hand moved towards the hour. Mr. A, who was sitting at the front, glanced at his side, nodded slightly, and said majestically: