At this time, Roddy has put on a mask and has come to a private detective agency called "Mogrede", with the role of the mask, Roddy can start the serial murder case without any scruples.

Mogrid is a middle-aged man with high cheekbones and a large round nose, giving him a greasy feeling, but he seems to be very good at handling relationships, and his lower appearance does not cause discomfort to Roddy at all.

"Mr. Stitchey, it's a pleasure to be at your service, we can sit down and have a drink and have a chat, I'd love to know your requirements in detail. ”

Mogrerd smiled and bent slightly, like a complete aristocrat, and although he thought the name "Stitch" was strange, he still showed respect, because he knew that the principal of some important commissions would always hide something, including identity and purpose.

As long as it can make money, who cares?

"No, I don't. With a cold face, Roddy sat down to his own thoughts, then took out a photo and placed it on the table.

"Help me investigate this person. ”

Mogrid, who didn't mind Mr. Stitch's indifference, leaned forward to pick up the photograph and frowned slightly.

"This is Detective Moraby, and it's a shame that he died last week. ”

Luo Di nodded slightly, and said in a cold voice:

"Who he came into contact with, where he went, what he did before he died, that's what I commissioned. ”

Mogrid's smile was restored, and the commission was the simplest of kinds, and any detective with a rich intelligence network and a passion for current affairs would be able to satisfy his customers.

"I'd love to, in order to be better and more efficient, what I need to know is the scope of the survey, and for this type of survey, it usually refers to a time period, and you know that the difficulty of investigating a certain target is different from what happened in the recent past, and of course the price is different. ”

Roddy understands this, and all Roddy needs is the time between the beginning of the serial killings and Moraby's death.

"From January 20 until his death. ”

When Mogrid received the deposit of three gold pounds, he confidently finalized the time limit of the commission, and in three days Roddy could come to the firm to get the details of the commission.

In this way, Luo Di can complete the captain's task with peace of mind, although this will cause his already small savings to be almost gone, and the sacrificial clothes customized a week ago can almost be received, and the final payment is a lot of expenses.

While hurrying away, Luo Di thought about how to get money quickly, and accidentally bumped into a man in a black robe, who not only did not blame Luo Di but hurried sideways.

Looking at the man's hurried figure, Roddy didn't care to continue to the daily newspaper's office, but unfortunately Mr. Isad still hadn't returned.

"Strange... Did something happen to Isad?"

Itsad hadn't been back to the newspaper for a full day and a half, which had to make Roddy worry if something had happened at Bayside Harbor.

After a brief hesitation, Roddy added a lunch to Barty and went to the lobby on the first floor, asking for Mr. Issad's address, and second, getting useful information from the editors of Versy about the serial murders through his position, and finding the extraordinary events in the abandoned sewers and saving Hepburn.

Roddy has come to use the daily newspaper as his unique source of information.

In order to complete the captain's task, it is possible to collect all the recent daily reports, although the investigation is a lot of work, but Luo Di believes that he will definitely be able to find relevant clues from them.

This is actually quite understandable, the insect cocoons in the abandoned sewers have sacrificed a lot of ordinary people, and those who originally lived in the abandoned sewers have also disappeared en masse, even if these people are the lowest level of society, no one cares about them and no one cares about them, but a large number of disappearances may attract the attention of some editors who have not done much good.

Young people who want to make a career in their careers will always try to dig for all the events that could be used as selling points.

As long as the same extraordinary phenomenon exists in Kotar City, there will be people who will go missing, that's what Rodi thinks.

"On January 29th, several low-level employees disappeared from the Yodeer foundry in Downtown..."

Roddy flipped through the newspaper and found such a message in a very inconspicuous place in the lower right corner, usually in this section of the board is provided to the newspaper by people who are interested in personal interest or keen to submit articles and want to get in touch with this kind of work, and pay a certain amount of money in exchange for the opportunity to appear in the newspaper, so it is often signed at the end.

"Reinhardt..."

Roddy had a strange expression, the name was almost the same as his pseudonym, Stitch, but Roddy knew that it was definitely the contributor's real name, after all, such unofficial contributors also thought that they might be famous for it.

"Well, that's you. ”

Roddy took the newspaper to the lobby on the first floor and asked the staff about Reinhardt's address, and as expected, this guy did file with the Kotar Daily, so Roddy easily got his address, 17-3 Tukkin Street.

Tulip Street is as famous as Heiliu Street, both of which are located at the junction of the lower city and the outer city, but Heiliu Street is located in the northwest of Kotar City, while Yujin Street is in the southwest, and the area in between the two is Xiacheng District.

Considering that he was going to go to Issad's home, Roddy had to cancel the shortest route from the outer city directly to Tulip Street, and instead chose to take a horse-drawn carriage.

Roddy rode to Isad's house in a horse-drawn carriage, and unlike the townhouses on Blackwillow Street, the buildings here were almost all in the style of a personal estate, and Roddy probably guessed that Issad should be very rich, but apparently underestimated.

The gridded iron gate, which is almost two people high, is closed, and you can see a garden full of flowers and plants, and even a pond and a large tree swinging on it.

Luo Di pressed the doorbell on the side of the iron gate with a little restraint, and soon got a response, a middle-aged lady dressed casually was walking towards the door, to Roddy's surprise, it was actually Viers, another ace editor of the Kotar Daily, Ms. Viersi.

"Hello... Ms. Verse. ”

Puzzled, Verce opened the door with her own hands and asked:

"What are you doing at my house?"

Roddy began to wonder if he had found the wrong place or had gotten the wrong address.

"I'm here for Mr. Isad, but I may have made a mistake. ”

As soon as Verse heard Issad's name, her attitude changed slightly, and she seemed a little impatient.

"You're right, it's here. ”

Roddy was slightly stunned, in his opinion, Isade and Veres should not deal with each other much, and it turned out that the two of them may be husband and wife.

"If you're looking for him, you shouldn't be here, he hasn't been back for five years, oh, he's been sleeping in the office, and it looks like you're not very observant. ”

Verdes pursed her lips, and after finishing speaking, she politely invited Roddy to come in for a cup of tea and sit down, and Roddy immediately politely refused, and he could completely see that Verdy was just polite.

Roddy quietly breathed a sigh of relief when he returned to the carriage, Veres always gave people an inexplicable sense of oppression.

"Take me to 17-3 Tulip Street. ”