Hidden in the shadow of the garden at the entrance of the National Museum, Augustus leaned against a tree, his traffic almost obscuring him, he clasped his arms to his chest, one hand supported his chin, his robe was soft, and his head was covered by a wide bowler hat, and as midnight slowly turned into darkness, he stood there all the time, without even changing his posture, silent, motionless. He's watching, he's waiting.

After a while, another man of the same age with a mustache similar to his outfit approached him, it was his new assistant James Pinkerton, let's call him Pinkerton for the time being, he was also an old friend of Augustus, after all, they had run detective agencies together when they were younger.

Pinkerton watched as Augustus rested his chin on his forearm, and without the slightest hesitation, knocked his elbow off with the gentleman's cane in his hand, "Oh my god, man, you're so strong." Augustus said, clutching his reddened elbow.

"It hurts, just remember," Pinkerton said calmly, pointing to the sheath on Augustus' wrist, "How many times have I told you about the Hidden Gun, you might as well put it in your head and shoot it thoroughly." ”

Indeed, for a detective, they will have more equipment on their bodies, like agents, most of their equipment is used for self-defense, such as Pinkerton's crutch, which was also specially designed by Lucius, saying that he is a crutch rather than a combat weapon. Then there is Augustus's Hidden Gun, which is the decoration of an ancient firing pin mechanism, and the rear end is a spring, which will fire as long as Augustus moves his wrist in the right way. It is quite accurate to say that Augustus had just acted by putting the muzzle of his gun to his neck.

But why did he do it? After all, for a detective, even if he is cautious, he cannot avoid accidents, or sudden failure of equipment. For safety reasons, the average detective often won't let their hands with their Hidden Guns lean against their faces, because for them, saving their lives is the most important thing, and there is also the point that Augustus's things are outdated.

"How's your inquiry?" Augustus asked, "My fellow." ”

Pinkerton stroked his beard, and then said, "It's basically no problem, I got a message...... At this moment, Pinkerton's eyes were secondary, and he saw a man appear in the bazaar opposite his field of vision, he quickly dragged Augustus back, and then said, "He's coming." ”

Pinkerton hurriedly moved Augustus to sit down, he put his hand on the back of the chair, one of them pretended to whistle easily, and the other pretended to look at the e-book on the projection screen in front of him, and when the man turned around and walked into the alley, the two of them quickly got up, walked through the merchants who were packing, and walked towards the alley in front.

"What are we doing here?" Augustus asked, "Man? ”

"It's very simple, we're going to track this person, and this person has the information we want to get."

"For example?"

"Albert's death that you want to know." Pinkerton replied, "I just inquired, this person is Albert's personal guard before his death, so close that he will take Albert with him every time he goes to a dinner party, but this guard is not simple, he uses some of the authority given to him by Albert to do some hookups, such as selling Albert's books at Larddicka College, etc., so he was expelled by Albert later, but because of this, he was also present on the night of Albert's accident, although Albert was killed by a young girl, but I think there must be something strange in this." ”

In an alley not far from the two, the man they were following was named Brandt, the man was wearing a tattered guard jacket and a broken hat, and at this moment, he was looking at a worn metal pocket watch in his hand.

In this era, metal pocket watches could not be produced for some reason, so this thing was a symbol of some kind of power in this era, and only the royal family above the nobility of the box court could get this pocket watch, so Pinkerton concluded that it must have been Albert's, and Pinkerton clearly saw that the logo on the surface of the pocket watch had Lardika College.

As for how Brant got the watch, Pinkerton is a little unsure, but it is very likely that he stole it. Instead of opening and closing his pocket watch, Brant thought it was very fashionable, and then he cautiously walked out of the alley, looked left and right for a while, and then walked into the sun-drenched market, he shrugged his shoulders and walked all the way, his hands in his pockets, he looked back to make sure that no one was following him, and then he continued on with satisfaction, he had already left the national Bo Wuguang behind, and walked into another unique area of Whartont: the slum next to Lardika College: the Black Domain.

In order to prevent their clothes from being discovered in the slums, Pinkerton and Augustus changed their clothes, and as soon as they entered the slums, the air changed instantly, and before that, the heels of their boots were still rattling on the cobblestones, and now, their boots were sunk into the dirt of the street, raising a stench of rotten materials and human feces, and the façade was full of dirt and stench, and Brantra put up a scarf to cover his mouth and nose, and let the worst smell of the air get into his nose as much as possible.

A dog that looked like a wolf trotted a few paces behind Brandt, his shriveled belly ribs clearly visible, and the dog's eyes were red, begging him with a pleading look, only to be kicked away by his kick, and then cowering and running away.

"Oh, look at this bastard." Augustus sneered, but Pinkerton didn't, he looked around: not far away there was a ragged woman sitting in the doorway, holding a baby in her arms, and the woman looked at him with dull, lifeless eyes, which were unique to the Black Domain: maybe it was the mother of a prostitute, waiting for her daughter to come home with her income, and if the girl returned empty-handed, it would invite a pile of flesh and skin, or maybe it was the head of a gang of pickpockets, and soon they would return from the day's harvest, or perhaps, She makes a living by providing overnight accommodations.

In the Black Regions, once palatial mansions have been converted into apartments, and at night, many people who need shelter come here to shelter from the elements: fugitives, their families, prostitutes, merchants, and workers. Anyone who can afford the rent can get a spot on the floor, and if they're lucky, a bed that would be good enough to get a good night's sleep.

But Pinkerton and August's main mission this time is not to visit the residential environment of the slums, but their main task is simple: to capture Brandt.

Brandt walked deeper into the slums, the sky was crowded by towering buildings, and it was difficult for the moonlight to enter early even on the floating continent, which was very close to the moon, and the surrounding area was still foggy, and the lights radiated a malicious glow in the darkness. The two of them could hear cacophony of singing coming from a bar a few blocks ahead. As the door of the bar opened, drunks were thrown on the street on one side, and the singing did not become louder.

But there was no such thing as a bar on this street, only doors and windows plugged with paper, washed and dried clothes hung on the steel cables above his head, and the sound of the night wind whistling through it looked like the sails of a ship, and there was singing in the distance, only the sound of dripping water and his own breathing. Only him...... Alone.

Or at least that's what he Brandt thinks.

Now even the distant singing has stopped, and the only sound is the ticking of water droplets.

A hurried voice startled him, "Who's there?" He asked, but then he found out that it was a mouse, which is amazing, and just when you're terrified, you notice that you're eating a rat and the sound jumps, and then you think it's amazing.

But then the voice sounded again, and he turned sharply, and the thick air danced in an instant, bringing a vortex around him, like a parting curtain, and for a moment he felt that he had seen something. A sign of something, a figure in the fog.

Brandt took two steps back in fright, and he could clearly see the knife in the man's hand.

At the same time, Augustus and Pinkerton found that they had lost someone, and at this moment they were asking the people around them about Brandt's location, and at this moment, they heard a scream from the alley not far away, it was Brandt's voice!

When Pinkerton heard this, he hurried over, and as he saw through the fog, he pulled out his cane, and drew a sword from it, and then he saw two figures, one sitting on the ground, and the other holding a knife not far away, and from the back it was a young girl.

Pinkerton accelerated closer, and when he approached the figure, he swung the blade of the sword in his hand violently, and the girl quickly lowered her body to dodge Pinkerton's attack, and hit Pinkerton's abdomen with her elbow, the sword in Pinkerton's hand fell, fortunately Pinkerton was guarded, and his abdomen had a thickened anti-hit vest, at this time the professional quality of an old detective.

Although the sword in his hand fell, Pinkerton did not feel that he had lost his weapon at all, and when the girl attacked next, Pinkerton first stood in place and pretended to be calm, and at the moment when the girl's elbow approached, he grabbed her elbow sharply, and threw her to the ground behind him, and in the blink of an eye, he saw the man's smile, and Pinkerton found that his instinct was right, it was a girl, and it was a silver-haired girl.

Then Pinkerton noticed that his hand suddenly loosened, and the moment he fell to the ground over his shoulder, Pinkerton found that she had just fallen into a pinch of air, and at this time, Augustus arrived at the scene, and the fog around him had already dissipated.

Augustus ignored Pinkerton, but walked behind him and looked at Brant, who was half-paralyzed on the ground, the situation was not too bad, he only suffered a knife wound to the leg, "It's okay, it's okay." Augustus picked up Brandt and left.