Rawls pushed the heavy frame, took out a piece of parchment from his arms, and placed it on the coffee table that Detective Zerrell had just cleared:
"That's right, I need to find someone. Someone saw him in the south area of the bridge a year ago."
"A year ago?" Detective Zerrell didn't look at the parchment on the coffee table. He leaned back on the sofa and frowned, "This gentleman?"
"Geoffrey List." Rawls gave his usual pseudonym.
"Mr. Lister, you have to understand that such a task usually takes a long time, and may not even be found in the end."
Rawls frowned, then smiled and said:
"I understand this, so Detective Zerrell needs to pay more attention. As for the remuneration, you will definitely be satisfied."
Detective Zerrell crossed his fingers, licked his lips, reached for the parchment on the coffee table, and unfolded it. On it was a portrait of a young man with black hair, ordinary appearance, and a slit above his left eye.
Elongated scars.
Below the portrait are two lines of text:
"Kane, he appeared in the South District of the Bridge a year ago, accompanied by a woman."
Putting down the portrait, Detective Zerrell looked at Rawls:
"Is this all the information?"
"Yes, and the scar on this man's left eye may not have existed a year ago." What Rawls is looking for is Kane, a Sequence 9 "thief" who once coveted his cane but was killed by him.
", suspected to be a disciple of Flora Jacob.
People have been killed by Rawls, because of the law of aggregation of extraordinary characteristics, he didn't even dare to take Kane's extraordinary characteristics.
As for coming here now, firstly, I want to confirm where the location where Flora asked Kane to wait is. It is most likely the location of the Jacob family treasure. Even if you don't open the treasure, it would be great to grasp this place in advance.
.
The second reason is for Detective Zerrell. This detective named Zerrell Victor Lee is apparently from South Wales. His parents, relatives and friends are all there. He went to Backlund alone.
, gradually gained some fame.
But in fact, he was a spy of the Feysac Empire. He adopted a group of children in Backlund and taught them the skills of gathering intelligence. Through their age advantage, they were able to collect a lot of useful intelligence.
It was one of his adopted children with red eyes, a boy named Ian Wright, who discovered the manuscript of Turany von Hermothuin's third-generation difference engine, triggering the sensational "Five Pounds"
Assassination of the Ambassador" incident.
Ian passed the news of the discovery of the manuscript to Detective Zerrell, and the detective's boss had a spy from Intis, which not only led to the death of Detective Zerrell himself, but also caused the death of Ian, who knew the whereabouts of the manuscript.
The Zimange Party, that is, the hidden stake developed by Intis's ambassador to Loen, Bekron.
But now, the plot has been disrupted by Rawls, and Meursault, the actual leader of the Zmange Party and the "Executioner" has died in his hands. Losing his prophetic advantage, Rawls must do something.
Only in this way can we ensure that we can get Hermoshuin's manuscript.
As for Kane's specific position in the south area of the bridge, it can only be said that it is better if there is one, and it is not a loss if it is not there. It is more of an excuse for Rawls to come to the door.
"Mr. List, in this case, it will be very difficult to find him. After all, he looks too ordinary. Although there are not as many people in the South District of the Bridge as there are in the East District, the flow of people is still very large."
"Detective Zerrell, I think you misunderstood. This man named Kane is dead, but he once stole something, which is a relatively precious item in the house. So what I want to know is what he did a year ago
What was done at which location in the south area of the bridge?"
Detective Zerrell glanced at Rawls suspiciously. Although he was a spy, he had also been a detective for many years. With the combined experience of the two, his reasoning ability was even stronger than most detectives.
He glanced down at the parchment spread out on the coffee table and said, "There is a woman accompanying me." Then he looked up at Rawls. Morning coat? This style seems to be worn by butlers and valets in the upper class...
…
Did a servant of a big family abduct the mistress or the young lady?
The person is dead, and the hostess or young lady has probably been found, so what is the purpose of further investigation? Did you take something belonging to the family with you when you escaped, or did you do something after you escaped?
As a detective, Zerrell understands that this is not a question he can ask, but this also gives him a reason to evade. His true identity is a spy and an intelligence officer, and it is his mission to collect intelligence.
"Mr. Lister, I don't think I can take on this task. I don't have many channels in the south area of the bridge, so it's difficult to give you the information you want." Detective Zerrell pushed the parchment in the direction of Rawls.
"No, Detective Zerrell." Rawls pressed his hand on the parchment and pushed it back, "The reason why I came to you is precisely because you are in the Bridge District, not the South Bridge District, and I am not here.
I don’t want this matter to leak out, otherwise you and I will not be able to bear the consequences.”
His voice was very soft, but it contained indifference and a little bit of murderous intent. As an extraordinary person with dozens of lives on his hands, this was enough for an ordinary person.
Detective Zerrell shuddered and looked at the expressionless Rawls, knowing that if he didn't accept this mission, he might not be able to survive today and would go to the underworld with the man in the portrait.
He knew how dirty these guys from big families were.
Although he needs to save his own life, Detective Zerrell still has to put forward the conditions that should be met. If he agrees, he can still accept it. If he doesn't agree, he will take the next step, but the follow-up will be to report to his superior.
Take a look and see how to deal with it.
"I have a few conditions."
"Can."
"First, I need time, which is not an easy task; second, I need enough remuneration so that I can deploy manpower in the south area of the bridge."
Rawls withdrew his hand from the parchment with a satisfied smile on his face:
"Before December this year at the latest, as for the remuneration, I can pay you a deposit of 50 pounds first, and 50 pounds a month thereafter. After the matter is over, I will pay you another 100 pounds.
Before December, this time was really abundant, and the rewards were generous, but if I didn't complete it, I would probably lose my life.
Detective Zerrell nodded to express his agreement.
"Then let's sign the contract."
Rawls took out a piece of parchment with golden patterns from his arms. All the contents were already listed on it, except for Detective Zerrell's signature.
Taking the parchment, Detective Zerrell looked at the contract on it. It was consistent with what was discussed just now. It seemed that if he didn't agree just now, he would have died.
However, he does come from a big family! Even the parchment with the contract written on it has golden patterns around it.