There seems to be a Byron ancestry...... University Lecturer...... It was indeed Mr. Azki, not the same name and surname...... With the information provided by Old Kohler, Klein basically confirmed that the person who was offered the bounty was Azik, who was suspected to be a descendant of the Grim Reaper.

"Then the question is, who or which organization is looking for Mr. Azik?

"The Spiritual Order whose ultimate goal is to resurrect the Grim Reaper? Ince Zangwill, who likes to be behind the scenes?

"Not quite like the latter, Ince Zangwill has a seal 0-08 that allows his target to act as he is described, and through a series of coincidences, he has no need to resort to gangsters and bounty hunters to find Mr. Azik......

"Wait, what if this is the arrangement of the seal 0-08?Ince Zangwill, who found out that he was being targeted by Mr. Azik, but was not sure of winning the battle, used 0-08 to bring Mr. Azik into conflict with a certain force, hoping to eliminate the enemy by indirect means, and this time the bounty was issued by that force...... Quite possibly!

"However, it cannot be ruled out that the Spirit Order, Mr. Azik may have had some contact with them in order to take revenge, but there were major differences between the two sides on matters such as the resurrection of the Grim Reaper, which eventually led to a rupture......"

Klein instantly thought of two possibilities and corresponding reasons.

He took a sip of his coffee, and then said to old Kohler:

"You can help me find out who posted this bounty and the specific price, and if it's appropriate, maybe I'll take a look at it by the way. ”

"No problem. Khloe Sr. didn't think there was anything wrong with Klein's request.

In a sense, there is no essential difference between a private detective and a bounty hunter, the only difference is in the form of expression, the former can even do such trivial things as catching a traitor, finding a cat, helping someone walk a dog, and likes reasoning more than using force.

After the elder Kohler finished telling what he had seen, Klein followed the instructions of the night watchman, and briefly taught the other party some tricks of clichés, as well as emergency treatment plans in individual scenarios.

"It's time for me to go to the docks, thank you, Detective Moriarty, for giving me a good life again!" said Old Kohler, picking up the shabby floppy hat on the table.

In his opinion, Mr. Detective not only provided himself with a well-paid job, but also taught many useful things, and even if the other party no longer needed an informant in the future, these skills would be enough for him to barely survive in the East End, especially as he grew older and became less and less able to do heavy work.

In my opinion, what you have at the moment is the most basic life of a person...... After watching old Khloe walk out of the cheap café, Klein sat there stunned.

It was the first time he had heard a friend's name from someone since he arrived in Beckland, and it was also the first time it was possible to get a picture of Ince Zangwill's whereabouts!

For more than three months, especially after killing Lanrius, Crane's main goal has been to digest potions and improve himself.

Because he knew very well that there was an irreparable gap between himself and Ince Zangwill, who was already a high-ranking powerhouse, and revenge could not be rushed, especially the seal 0-08 that made people shudder just thinking about it, and he didn't even have the idea of approaching and investigating.

Scenes from inside the Black Thorns Security Company in Tingen re-entered Klein's mind, and the bright leather shoes were clearly like his eyes.

Tilting his head back and exhaling slowly, Crane grabbed his scarf and hat and walked out of the cheap café.

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

Hilston, outside a somewhat dated house.

Crane stepped out of the carriage, pressed his hat, and headed straight for the gate.

This is the home of Issinger Stanton.

The great detective wrote to Klein the other day, inviting him to come over and discuss a murder.

Because he was busy with the financing of the bicycle project, Klein politely replied that he was not available recently, so as to refuse, who knew that Eichinger Stanton did not care, saying that the case had entered a dead alley, and there would be no breakthrough in the short term, and he was very happy to wait for the visit of Detective Sherlock Moriarty, and was very much looking forward to an exchange that would spark wisdom.

Klein had no choice but to divinate a suitable date for a visit, choose the closest one after the negotiation, that is, this afternoon, and write back to the other party to finalize the matter.

Jingle bell, ding bell.

Klein rang the doorbell twice, stepped back and waited.

After more than ten seconds, the door creaked open, and Detective Issinger's assistant smiled:

"Good afternoon, Detective Moriarty, Mr. Stanton is waiting for you in the living room, would you like coffee or tea?"

The assistant was thin and wore gold-rimmed glasses, and appeared both polite and professional.

Crane glanced up at him and said:

"Black tea, add less lemon slices. ”

"No problem. The assistant led Klein into the living room and pointed to the doorway of the living room, "I'm sorry, our servants are all temporary, and they just rested today, so you can only trouble yourself." ”

Crane nodded slightly and walked to the living room on the first floor.

When he raised his hand and knocked on the door, he suddenly felt that something was wrong:

I had come to visit Mr. Stanton a few days in advance, so how could it happen that all the temporary servants were resting?

Crane narrowed his eyes and reached for a copper penny.

At that moment, the door to the living room opened as a result of the knocking, and a small crack opened.

In an instant, it seemed that some seal had been lifted, and a strong smell of blood came out and burrowed into Crane's nose.

In his line of sight, the easy chair in the living room was upside down, stained with dark red blood, and a book was lying next to it with the cover facing up.

Just by shaking this glance, Klein seemed to see the scene of the murder.

The name of the book then met his pupils:

Tales of the Demons of the West Velas Region

Demon...... Klein was about to make a move when a strong wind suddenly blew in the living room, and he pulled the door back quickly.

Bang dang!

Klein gets a complete view of the interior of the living room:

The charcoal in the fireplace has long since burned out, and there is no longer red outward;

Coffee tables, sofas, chairs, cabinets and other items are poured and broken, as if witnessing a fierce battle;

There were a lot of blood stains on the carpet and walls, accompanied by a large number of scorch marks, but not a single body could be found at the scene, not even a stump could be seen.

Detective Stanton's Accident?Klein took a sharp step back, intending to get out of here first.

But almost at the same time, he felt locked in by someone.

There was a man who didn't know where to hide was staring at him coldly, mercilessly!

If he makes a mistake in his response, he will be attacked in a deadly manner!

What is this appropriate to visit Isenger Stanton? My interpretation of the Revelation is in question? Klein did not dare to act rashly.

But he is not too nervous and flustered, he has already experienced a lot of battles and "performances", and he knows that the most important thing at this time is to be calm.

Da, da, da, Ichener Stanton's assistant came over with a tray.

The tray is topped with a tin teapot and two white-glazed porcelain cups.

When Mr. Assistant saw the scene in the living room, he was stunned.

He looked at Klein, his expression suddenly filled with fear, and said word by word:

"You, kill, Stanton, sir......"

With each word he spat out, a piece of flesh fell off his face, dripping with blood.

When the words were finished, he brushed it apart and turned into a broken corpse, just like it had always been, it had always been in this state, only it had been stitched together just now.

When the tin pot and the white-glazed porcelain cup hit the ground at the same time, rolling or splashing, the black tea and tea quickly soaked nearby.

Crane didn't move, just watching it happen, because he felt like he was still being watched.

The guy who had done it all seemed to be waiting for him to make a move, and then pounced on him from behind and bit off his neck.

After a silent and strange stalemate, Klein saw the door of Issinger Stanton's house being opened, and a group of police officers in black and white checkered uniforms rushed in.

They found the disgusting and horrible corpse on the ground, and immediately pulled out their revolver, pointing at Klein at the door of the living room.

Faced with the black muzzles of the guns, Crane relaxed.

The wordless gaze, as if holding a gun to the back of his head, disappeared in this instant!

Klein raised his hands and smiled helplessly:

"I won't say anything until I see my lawyer. ”

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

Beckland Police Department Hissac Bureau.

Klein, who was chained to a water pipe, saw Attorney Jürgen again.

"I will accompany you to your interrogation. There was nothing unusual about Urgen's expression, as if Detective Moriarty should have been here.

Crane sighed and said:

"It's such a tragedy, and at this time I should be thinking about what to eat at night instead of talking to a police officer with a straight face. ”

The most fortunate thing for him today was that due to the tracking of the Aurora Society and the attention of the high-ranking powerhouses of the Rose School, he did not carry any extraordinary items, and the only revolver easily escaped the search under the "magic" performance.

Entering the interrogation room, without waiting for the officer to ask questions, he recounted the letter he had received from Issinger Stanton, who had come to discuss a case in its entirety.

"Later we will go to your house with Lawyer Jürgen to pick up these letters, and hopefully they are still there. The interrogator asked, "How did you and Detective Issinger Stanton meet?"

Without hesitation, Klein replied:

"Because of the previous serial murder case......"

Speaking of this, he was suddenly stunned for a moment.

He remembered one thing, he had always suspected that there was an owner behind the demon dog, and once let out a cold snort at the scene where the demon dog was killed.

By the way, the book Detective Stanton read before the attack was "The Legend of the Devil in the West Villas Region...... Could it be that the owner of the demon dog has taken revenge after a period of hibernation, and Detective Stanton is the one who provided the main clues or ideas in the police records and received the bounty! Klein quickly had a guess.

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