After leaving the meeting hall, Klein got into a cab, and the gas lamps on both sides of the road glowed with a gloomy but thick glow from the moisture of the glass covers, reflecting the pedestrians wearing hats or umbrellas on either side.

At night, the streets of Beckland are not as noisy as during the day, and the concrete roads are dirty because of the long rain, but the people who are still walking on the streets at this time are not too concerned about this.

Crane leaned on the side of the carriage, and suddenly felt the temperature inside the carriage drop quite a bit, and the cold wind swirled and lingered in the compartment.

He turned his head suddenly, and saw the bodyguard lady in a black gothic court dress sitting opposite him for some time.

"That 'Eye of Wisdom' is aware of my presence." Her voice was illusory and ethereal.

Klein nodded unsurprised: "He has several magical items, maybe he only noticed them by relying on them." I even suspect that there is an organization behind him. ”

The light-blond-haired Sharon bowed slightly, as if agreeing with Klein's suspicions, but then she frowned slightly and looked at the opposite window.

"It smells of blood."

In the sparse drizzle, a secluded alley was unremarkably alone, and near the entrance of the alley was a woman in a flamboyant dress.

It was a pedestrian passing by, who glanced carefully and suddenly let out a scream. The horses were slightly frightened by the screams, and the coachman hurriedly tightened the reins.

As the carriage slowed down, Crane saw the woman lying on the ground at the entrance of the alley by the light of the gas lamp. Her face was pale and she had a deep cut in her abdomen.

Red and thick blood flowed slowly from the ground around them, and the victim's internal organs seemed to have been hollowed out.

"It's a lot like the Blood Cult." The bodyguard lady whispered, and the figure quickly disappeared through the shadows.

The drizzle outside seemed to be a little heavier, and the rain from the car windows was gathering and sliding down, blurring people's vision. Crane shook his head and smiled, not bothering about it.

In the hidden rain and mist, the secluded alley stretched out, and a thin figure stood quietly holding an umbrella, with a silver-white scaly mask buttoned on her face.

"The deceased is a prostitute......" she stood quietly under the umbrella with no sorrow or joy on her face.

"The ritual of promotion sequence 6 should be the subordinate of that 'Apostle of Desire'." A whisper came from her wrist, and the figure shrouded in black robes was completely hidden in the alley with no street lights.

"The officials don't care about these things, and in fact they almost never do." She scoffed and mocked, "What is he trying to do?" Do you uphold justice in your own way, there are at least hundreds of thousands of people in Beckland who have been engaged in the industry, and he killed them one by one? ”

"Maybe it's just that the cost of killing these prostitutes is lower enough to attract official attention."

"It's cheaper to kill those poor people in the East Side, and those guys won't pay too much attention to dozens of deaths a day." She walked forward slowly, carefully examining the innocent woman.

"Maybe the Blood Cult should consider going to those factory owners to develop targets, they are almost all born demons, and the rituals that can be completed just by killing people can easily be completed by them."

"No, you forgot that there are other people, the bankers, the nobles, the unclean import and export trading companies under their hands, and the gangsters in the East District, they are all excellent followers of the 'dark side of the universe'."

Hazel sighed heavily, she didn't bother with the man lying on the ground, because it didn't make any sense, and no amount of shouting would help when the one who represented justice could not uphold justice.

Unless, another group of people to maintain.

……

On Saturday morning, Klein had a leisurely breakfast, picked out one of the photos that best captured the fiery passion, first asked for a good bail at the Rice police station, and then paid the remaining 600 pounds to Miss Bodyguard in one go.

Just as he was in a good mood to enjoy the seven-cooked bone-in steak he had just cooked in black pepper sauce, a blue-eyed old-fashioned gentleman in a light gray coat knocked on the door.

The other party gave a full fee of 50 pounds, and there was no problem with his own divination with Miss Sharon, and after a short thought, Crane agreed with the other party to go to Williams Street at four o'clock in the afternoon.

Williams Street, located on the border between the West End and Queens, is in the heart of Beckland, and a good home in this area can cost at least £2,500 or more.

Crane put on his hat, picked up his cane, and strode through the streets of Beckland in the afternoon. It was not yet time to light the gas lamps, but the streets were darker than the evening, and although the air in the west was far better than in the east, it was not as good as other places that had not been overwhelmed by the tide of the times for the time being.

The two-story mansion with a lawn and garden was a messy first floor, with many workers working between the building materials.

Mr. Miller first greeted him normally, then he glanced at the door, and couldn't help frowning: "Mr. Detective, you didn't bring an assistant?" ”

"There may be a lot of danger hidden in that building."

Before they could finish speaking, they heard hurried footsteps outside the door, and a girl wearing simple clothes, small leather boots, and black-rimmed glasses burst in.

"Mr. Moriarty, I'm sorry I'm late."

She first apologized by holding the small floppy hat on her head, and Crane suddenly felt a slight cold wind blowing around his neck.

The person called by Miss Bodyguard? Why didn't she tell me beforehand...... But soon he spotted the dark green hair under the other party's soft hat.

"It's still an acquaintance......," Klein said to himself, but continued with her words, "This is my assistant, uh, Miss Maria, and she's a bachelor's degree in history. ”

Miller no longer doubted anything, and led the two of them through the living room down the stairs into a rather spacious basement.

"There's a secret door there, which the workers found when they were renovating." Through the candlesticks set around him, Miller pointed to the front in the twilight of the flickering light.

There was a gray-white stone door in the corner, and Klein took the horse lamp handed by Miller and asked cautiously, "Did you pass through the wind in advance?" ”

With the other party shaking his head slightly and explaining, he checked his belongings, approached the stone door with the lantern unhurriedly, and pushed it away with his cane.

By the light, there was a corridor paved with dark stone slabs, with several wooden doors on the sides and at the end, showing signs of decay, but the ostentatious style on them did not fit in with the surroundings.

"You go ahead." Klein cautiously motioned for Miss "Lover" to come forward.

"You're not a gentleman at all." Somewhat annoyed, she snatched the lantern from Crane's hand, turned her head to estimate that the others should no longer be able to hear their conversation, and kicked Crane with her leg.

"My name is not Mary!"

Hazel stepped forward until he reached the black stone door at the end, and stretched out his leather gloved palm to push it open.

A black, slippery creature suddenly fell from the front at her feet, and almost instantly turned around and slipped away.

"There are quite a few snakes." A slightly cold, childish voice sounded at her wrist, and Sharon in a gothic dress gradually appeared in the air.

"I don't care, you go ahead!" Hazel half-threatenedly shoved the lantern to Crane, and then hid behind him, and at this time, Crane had not yet recovered from the abrupt voice, and was pushed inside by the other party.

The wide hall was now empty, with eight dark stone pillars towering, and a high dome hanging from a metal pole, at the bottom of which were candlesticks carved into different creatures.

Crane carefully examined the black architectural style and the inverted candlestick, and tried his best to recall Klein's original memories of Quaternary history, until he saw two ancient and huge iron-black chairs placed on the platform in front of him half a meter above the ground.

"Strange ......," Klein muttered, kind of to them.

"What's so strange?" Házel didn't speak, but Sharon's ethereal voice was the first to sound.

Crane felt a little frightened, and the corners of his mouth twitched, telling him his observations, historical knowledge, and doubts.

Hézel explained in a more proud tone: "This is a building from the time of the Tud-Trentaux Empire. ”

"The Tuddor-Trenthorst Empire?" Klein was the first to ask his own questions, and Sharon, who floated, also looked at Hazel.

"After the fall of Solomon's First Empire, a special era with Tudor and Trenthorst as dual consuls." She pointed to two coat of arms-like patterns on the back of her chair, a black crown on one side and a hand holding a scepter on the other.

"This is the coat of arms of the Tudor family." Miss Sharon, whose feet were floating off the ground, spoke.

Klein was also stunned to look at the hand holding the scepter that Sharon was referring to, and when he frowned slightly, Hagile suddenly said very proudly.

"You'll be glad Sharon called me, after all, history students like Beckland don't learn pure history at all."

"It's really sad, if we want to explore the truth in the trend of historical politics and metallurgy, it is better to directly change the history department to the department of politics and metallurgy, so as not to delay the good youth with so many people."