Klein listened carefully and asked rhetorically:

"So, you suspect that the detectives saw Zeriel in disguise?"

Ian, holding his brown yarke, replied thoughtfully:

"It's a possibility, but I think it's too difficult, so high that you need to take a lot of risks, the party is at night, the lights are really not bright, but most of the people involved are detectives, detectives with keen observation, it's hard to hide from their eyes with wigs, beards, makeup, etc. ”

Maybe some extraordinary ability can do it...... Just like the "wriggling hunger" has...... There was a small trap in Klein's question just now, trying to determine from the content of the older boy Ian's answer, the expression on his face, and his body language whether he had been in contact with the Extraordinary and whether he had some understanding of the occult realm.

The preliminary answer is no.

Seeing Detective Moriarty nodding slightly, Ian agreed with his reasoning, so he continued:

"I'm sure the detectives saw Mr. Zarrell, but he wasn't free, he was under the tight control of someone else, and he didn't respond to my contact because he wanted me to be alert and get someone to help him get help. ”

"Reasonable explanation. Klein let go of his clasp and sat back a little, making himself look more relaxed and confident.

Ian was silent for more than ten seconds, and then said with a little solemnity:

"I want to entrust you with investigating Mr. Zerrell and confirming his current condition, just need to confirm. ”

Considering that the other party is a semi-professional who collects intelligence and information for detectives, Klein has the heart to make friends, and said with a smile:

"And how much are you going to pay? You should be well aware that this could be very dangerous. ”

Ian looked down at the pocket of his old coat covertly, and said thoughtfully:

"There are two ways, one is that I will directly give you enough to pay you and make you satisfied, and then it will be this amount regardless of whether the task is easy or difficult, unless you are relatively seriously injured. ”

"The second is that I pay 5 pounds in advance, and when you complete the commission, I will add an additional fee depending on the difficulty of the matter, but this is easy to cause disputes, even if there is a contract. ”

Klein pretended to be thinking, and after nearly thirty seconds, he said in a low voice:

"Maybe you can do this? you pay 5 pounds upfront, wait until the task is over, and then help me do three more things, rest assured, it won't be anything difficult, it's all within your ability, and it won't make you feel too embarrassed, which can be agreed in the contract. ”

Ian frowned, then stood up, leaned forward, stretched out his right hand, and said:

"Okay!"

Klein shook his hand with him, pulled out a copy of the standard contract he had prepared from the coffee table, picked up the round-bellied pen, added all the details he had just negotiated, and pressed the fingerprint of confirmation.

After signing the contract, he gave the older boy Ian a stack of blank paper and watched as the other party wrote Detective Zarre's information.

After a while, while flipping through these materials, he asked casually:

"How do I contact you if there is an emergency, or if Zeriel's condition is confirmed?"

Ian pursed his lips and didn't speak for a long time, until Klein looked up and replied a little stiffly:

"You don't need to contact me, I'll show up when the time is right. ”

Without further ado, he pulled out a thick stack of bills from the pocket of his old coat, which seemed to be stacked in strict order from the largest to the smallest denomination, and were very neat.

Ian drew three 1 pound bills from the bottom, then counted six more 5 soles, and finally 10 1 soles.

Seeing that the other party had placed the banknotes neatly, and even the portraits of several kings had to be turned upside down, and there could be no mistakes, Klein suddenly became a little irritable.

This is the late stage of obsessive-compulsive disorder...... He exhaled silently and accepted the reward pushed by the other party.

According to his sights, Ian would not have more than £3 of cash left.

I guess I took all my savings with me...... If I had asked for more money, would he have run away in the end? He doesn't look like that kind of person, but he can't look good...... Klein casually folded the bills and stuffed them into his pocket, not caring if they were neat or not, and he managed to see Ian's expression distort slightly.

"I try to complete the investigation as soon as possible. Crane stood up and stretched out his hand, making a gesture to see off the guest.

"Thank you for your help. Ian thanked him sincerely, because the other party was obviously giving a "discounted price".

Seeing the older boy, who was much more mature than his real age, leave, Klein touched his chin and said to himself thoughtfully and silently:

"The water is very deep. ”

"Ian never mentioned what Detective Zerrell has been investigating lately, or what kind of intel he was instructed to gather......"

"Forget it, how much money to collect, how much to manage, I just need to confirm Zereel's current situation. ”

He turned around and walked back to the living room, pulling a copper coin in the amount of 1/4 pence from his trouser pocket.

While!

The copper coin rolled upwards, and Crane's eyes deepened, silently wondering if there was an extraordinary element in this matter.

Then, with his right hand outstretched, he tried to catch the falling copper penny.

When! The coin swiped past his fingertips, fell to the ground, and rolled far away.

This result means that the divination has failed.

"Looks like Ian is hiding more things than I thought...... The lack of information is so lacking that even vague divination results can be obtained......" Crane tightened his lower lip inward, took a few steps forward, and bent down to pick up the copper coin.

............

That night, in the wee hours of the morning, 138 Rose Street in the Beckland Bridge area.

Crane had changed into a cheap light blue worker's outfit, and his mouth, chin, and cheeks were covered with a black beard, which at first glance had a rough and savage taste.

He wore a dark peaked cap with a low brim, almost covering his eyes.

Originally belonging to hunters in the Republic of Intis, this hat is somewhat different from the traditional deer hunting hat of the Kingdom of Rune, but has recently become popular among the middle and lower classes of Beckland.

Hidden in the shadow of the Indis plane trees beside the roadside, Crane surveyed the houses across from him with the help of elegant gas lamps.

It was Zeriel's home.

The detective, a native of South Waleshire with parents, relatives and friends, made a name for himself in Bakeland.

He was still a bachelor, and only hired two temporary maids, the kind who came to clean every three days, and did not have to worry about food and lodging.

At this time, the townhouse he rented did not have the slightest light, and it was pitch black.

Klein unfastened the silver chain in the cuff of his left wrist and let the citrine pendant fall naturally.

"There's danger inside. ”

"There's danger inside. ”

......

After seven times in a row, he opened his eyes and saw the pendulum turning clockwise, but very slowly, with a small amplitude.

"It's dangerous, it's not big. Crane whispered, reconfirming the tarot cards, homemade charms, and holy night powder he was carrying.

After doing all this, he looked around, taking advantage of the dead of night, and quickly flashed to the other side.

Zarrell's home had no verandah, no garden, no lawn, and was directly adjacent to the curb next to the road, so Klein went around to the side, followed the water pipe, and easily climbed to the small balcony on the second floor to dry his clothes.

Then, he pulled out a tarot card, slipped it into the gap, and opened the door to the hallway.

Following Ian's layout of the house, Crane walked almost silently to the outside of Zerell's bedroom.

He tapped his left tooth, turned on his vision, and peered through the wooden door.

Spiritual vision can see through non-spiritual barriers, but this is closely related to its own level, Klein can currently observe through the wooden door, but he can't overcome the stone wall, and the vision is not too clear.

In his line of sight, in the bedroom behind the door, there were three humanoid auras, hazy in color, in different positions.

There are always three people in ambush...... To catch Ian, or someone else? The bedroom isn't big...... Klein stood in the dark, calmly contemplating the results of his observations.

At this moment, he suddenly retreated in the direction of the balcony, his steps still light.

Back on the balcony, Crane pulled out a silver sheet from his coat pocket.

This is the "Sleep Charm" he tried to make in the afternoon.

Instead of praying to the goddess of the night, he performed a ritual for himself, for "a fool who does not belong to this era", and then went into response above the gray mist.

Since it was difficult to mobilize the power of the mysterious space above the gray mist, Crane could only "respond" with his own spirituality, and the spell he finally made was worse than normal, but better than the one made in the "I am in my name" method, which was barely enough.

Looking around again, Crane covered his mouth and whispered an ancient Hermetian word:

"Crimson. ”

Feeling the spell cold, he quickly but silently moved to Zereel's bedroom door again, grappling the handle as he poured the spirit into the silver flakes.

Klein carefully twisted the handle and quietly pushed the door open a gap.

Immediately after, he threw the "Sleep Charm" in his hand.

After a little recovery, Crane closed the door again and began to count silently.

“3”

“2”

“1”

He slammed the door open and rolled on the ground.

Not sensing the movement of the three men, Crane stood up and began to survey the room through the crimson moonlight shining through the window.

It is a well-laid out bedroom with a bed, a row of wardrobes, a desk, a set of small sofas, a coat rack.

On the other side of the bed was a man in a black coat, who was sleeping soundly.

In addition, next to the small sofa and in front of the wardrobe, there was one more person, and they all fell asleep.

After confirming the status of the three men, Crane slowed down, walked to the head of the bed, and bent down to find a few short yellow-brown hairs.

According to Ian's writing, Detective Zerrell is a man with short tawny hair.

That's right...... Crane whispered, holding the few strands of hair that had fallen out, and went to the small couch, and sat down slowly, sitting in the dim light dyed a little crimson, intending to use dream divination to find Zeriel.

Leaning back on the sofa, the corners of his mouth turned up, and he silently laughed at himself:

"That's the reasoning ......"