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“…… You need to give me an explanation about that dream. ”

"If the sadness and hesitation shown in the real world is playing, then why does she appear in your dreams? ……”

"You're broken and need to be repaired."

153

After handing over the "Master Trickster" potion recipe obtained from the autobiography of Abraham's descendants to Miss "The Magician", Crane had a good night's sleep, as more money awaited him the next day.

Today is the date when the reward for serial murder comes down!

Klein was in an excited mood and arrived at the agreed place on time, and the detectives who participated in the bounty had already arrived one after another. Passing through the living room and into the living room, Crane saw Caslana and Stuart, two more familiar detectives, and sat next to them.

"Sherlock, how much bounty do you think we'll get this time? It shouldn't be any less than protecting Atru. Of course, I don't do much work, and I can get a limited amount of work, as Russell the Great said, no pain, no gain. Stuart clenched his fist against his beard at the chin level.

Klein guessed with interest: "The more may be a few hundred pounds, and the less will not be less than ten pounds." ”

And I'm that many...... If Issinger is as credible as he himself describes. Klein added in his heart.

Moments later, wearing a white shirt and brown waistcoat and a trademark pipe, Issinger entered the living room where the fireplace was blazing, sat down in his own easy chair, and smiled, "Ladies and gentlemen." I had just returned from the Beckland Police Department, and they recognized our contribution as having been a vital aid in solving the case. Although we didn't participate in the subsequent roundup, we still got half of the bounty. ”

"In other words, we will divide 1,000 pounds in cash!"

"This is also quite a lucrative bounty in Beckland, and a single detective has to sleep on the streets without eating or drinking for four or five years to save it."

The atmosphere in the living room suddenly became relaxed, and the anticipation of one's bounty was everywhere. Even Klein was no exception, and he was guessing how much Isinger would give him.

At least a hundred pounds, right? He whispered silently.

Isinger took a puff on his pipe, squinted his eyes slightly, and said with satisfaction, "Thank you for your trust in me, I will make the allocation now." ”

"The biggest contributor this time is Sherlock. Detective Moriarty, he provided several thoughts and ideas that allowed us to find clues and get on the right track, he is a veritable expert in reasoning! ”

"This can be confirmed by Ms. Kaslana, and I also have a few letters written by Detective Moriarty here, which those who question can take a look at them."

It's fair, I didn't even list myself as the biggest contributor...... Klein was a little impressed by the great detective.

After dividing up the bounty, the detectives said goodbye one after another, and Crane received the highest treatment sent to the door by Detective Issinger.

Isinger took his pipe, coughed lightly and said: "There are still some suspicious points in the serial murder case that have not been investigated, maybe behind the murderer, there is a more vicious guy hidden, you must be careful recently, don't make a big deal about your role in this case." ”

It seems that the official Extraordinaires also suspect that the Demon Giant Dog has an owner, and there is no need for me to knock on the side...... Crane was a little more relaxed: "I know, I have speculations about this. ”

"Mr. Stanton, you have to be careful too, you are the convener of the party and the main partner of the police."

The two exchanged a few more pleasantries, and the guests and hosts enjoyed themselves. Klein took a few steps and saw Detective Stuart come up again.

"Sherlock, I forgot to tell you just now, I recently received a very well-paid search mission, you mobilize your resources, help me pay attention, if I can find it, I won't lose your share."

"Okay, no problem." Klein replied unconcernedly.

Stuart handed over the piece of paper in his hand and said, "This is this person, who has been missing for nearly two weeks." Because he was involved in inappropriate matters or some degree of crime, the client did not want us to ask the police for help. ”

Klein nodded slightly, unfolded the paper, and saw a black-and-white photo: it was a man with his hair combed back diagonally, with a bit of chic in his seriousness: he was about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, handsome in appearance, but there was undisguised arrogance between his eyebrows and eyes, a high bridge of his nose, and thin lips.

"By the way, his name is ......," Stuart recalled, "Emlyn White." ”

Emlyn White ...... Klein suddenly tilted his head: "Huh? ”

154

Beckland, East End Periphery.

In an ordinary house on the west side, a fierce gang leader is instructing the younger brother: "Hurry up, get this place clean!" ”

"Spray some perfume! Wash the blood away! There's also a finger to this! ”

More than a dozen younger brothers were huddled in the living room of more than 40 square meters, washing or wiping, and they were busy, and the stumps and blood stains on the ground disappeared little by little. The gang leader finally breathed a sigh of relief, blaming his subordinates for being too slow to do things, and it took so long to pick up a few goods, causing him to wander around the street and just saw a beautiful girl...... Fortunately, now that it has been cleaned up, it is not easy for me to get this list from my superiors, and I must take it down, so that the envoy of the Aurora Society cannot be dissatisfied!

Moments later, the Aurora Society arrived.

At the head was a tall and sturdy man, but in broad daylight he wore a pitch-black cloak with half of his cheeks exposed, followed by a man who was also so tightly wrapped that he couldn't even see his face clearly.

The little brother at the door hurriedly welcomed people in. The messenger entered the house, closed the door, and removed his hood, revealing a straight face. He had jewel-like dark green eyes that shrewd from time to time, and deep malice was hidden in the depths. There are no strange words and deeds, not like a mad cultist, but like an old fritter from the government.

The leader was overjoyed: "Mr. Z, no, Lord Z! You're finally here, we've been waiting for you for a long time! ”

He approached to shake hands, but the messenger remained motionless and said nothing. The leader didn't feel embarrassed at all, and bowed over to guide Mr. Z, and at the moment of passing by, Mr. Z felt a little more weight in his pocket, and two gold pounds were stuffed inside. Mr. Z was noncommittal, smiled slightly, and reluctantly showed a little kindness.

"Oh, you're the guy sent by Mr. Capin, the one in charge of the mouth and hallucinogens business, to negotiate a deal with me?" Mr. Z's smile was a little perfunctory, "It smells of blood, what's going on here?" ”

The leader smiled flatteringly: "Actually, it's nothing, a thief with short eyes broke in, so I cleaned him up......"

Mr. Z and one of the attendants behind him looked at each other, but did not react to it. He nodded, and took the initiative to go upstairs and sit down.

At the beginning of the meeting, Mr. Z, who was proficient in various foreign affairs, quickly started talking with the other party. After only ten minutes or so, the leader was already convinced by Mr. Z, smiling from ear to ear, and every muscle on his face tried his best to show respect, as if he had found his own father.

Then, the formal negotiation deal began.

The intentions of both parties have been confirmed before they return, and only the question of the distribution of benefits remains. After a round of friendly and harmonious consultations, Mr. Z accepted the favor and voluntarily gave up some of his interests, which seemed to save face for Mr. Capping and his official asylum holders. And the leader also knew that he couldn't push too hard, so he boldly gave a part of the commission to Mr. Z, after all, when it comes to drug possession and these black trades, there are no organizations and individuals who can compare with the experienced and well-connected Aurora Society. He has to ensure that his channel will not be touched too much by other peers, and the benefits he pays are necessary, so that he can earn back tenfold and hundredfold in the future.

Mr. Z readily accepted that only if they took black money together could they be considered real cooperation, otherwise it would arouse suspicion from the other party and have no integrity.

In the end, Ka Square expressed his willingness to contribute 8,000 pounds, as well as a 7% share, to get Mr. Z's umbrella authority in the Eastern District for the next three years.

Mr. Z promised to help the Ka Square Check and Balance Parade Sect and its leader, Maria, and that all underground exchanges, docks, black chains of interest, and checkpoints throughout Beckland's East End would give them the green light.

In the end, Mr. Z also took the initiative to reveal some dirty things within the ERNST Foundation, such as the adoption of poor and helpless children in exchange for so-called financial assistance, and the pretense of providing medical care and education, which has caused many patients and workers to disappear without a trace...... People who do dirty work often think that everyone is as dirty as he is, and Kapin's forces have long held a grudge against the Touring Sect, and of course they are happy to listen to him say these words that are not true or false, but they are pleasant enough, and at this point, the trust between the two sides has reached its peak.

The leader smiled from ear to ear, and sure enough, the real cultists were the ones in the same path, and the seemingly innocent people of the Ernst Foundation couldn't tell how dirty they were. A younger brother stepped forward and whispered a few words, and the leader knew that the goods and funds had arrived, and behaved even more boldly. He took out a note from his little brother's pocket and generously pushed it in front of Mr. Z.

"A £1,000 gift for you, little care."

Mr. Z gladly accepted. After a few seconds of silence, he smiled and said softly: "Can't you see?" There's a girl choking your neck, the smell of blood is too strong, how many people have you killed here? ”

The leader's face turned pale all of a sudden, he vaguely knew about the things of the extraordinary world, but he was not an extraordinary person. As soon as Mr. Z's voice fell, he immediately felt that he was not breathing. He hurriedly meditated on the name of the god he believed in, and when he was panicked, he noticed the meaningful smile on Mr. Z's face. The leader immediately understood, and blood reappeared on his face. He quickly took out all the valuable things on his body, and dictated an anonymous account and password, which added up to a thousand pounds.

Mr. Z accepted all the orders, and his expression looked a lot better.

The leader's heart suddenly settled down, the money was not his, and he didn't feel distressed, so he was afraid that Mr. Z wouldn't accept it. Then, he showed an ambiguous smile and deliberately lowered his voice: "Lord Z, these are all careful, there are bigger and more gifts behind, please move to the third floor." ”

Mr. Renjing Z immediately understood what the other party meant, and followed him up to the third floor with great anticipation, and when he opened the door, he saw dozens of young and delicate girls dressed in different ways. Mr. Z's smile became perfunctory again, and it was not the real money and silver valuables he wanted, but vulgar human trafficking. The largest didn't look like his shoulders, and the pieces of cloth on everyone's bodies added up to wonder if they could make up two coats, and everyone was trembling.

The attendants behind him were silent, as if they were dead.

The leader's face was full of pride, and his eyes were full of envy. Mr. Z reluctantly put a smile on his face and turned to look at him: "Anything else?" ”

The leader was stunned for a moment: "Huh? Lord Z, these are all our sincerity, as long as we continue to cooperate, we will ...... in the future."

"That's not it."

Mr. Z breathed a sigh of relief.

Crash! Xiao Lou turned into a sea of flesh and blood in an instant, and the leader was the first to be devoured, and he was completely dissolved without even making a sound. The sea of blood roared down the stairs and even the gaps in the walls, and in the blink of an eye, it ate all the dozens of junior brothers waiting downstairs. Together, they all lasted about eight seconds, screaming twice in total, and no one escaped.

"What a waste of time." Mr. Z lit himself a cigarette, and the nearest waiter behind him removed his hood, revealing a calm, resolute face covered in large scars.

"Miss Maria!"

"Sister Maria! Sister Mary has come to our rescue! ”

When the girls who were so frightened that they almost fainted saw her, they immediately seemed to have found their backbone, and more than a dozen girls rushed over Mr. Z, who had killed more than 20 people in the blink of an eye. Girls at most eighteen or least twelve pushed Mr. Z into a corner, rushed to Maria's side, hugged her arm and wept heartbreakingly, crying about their torment, their companions who had not survived until now, and their friends who no longer knew where they had been sent.

Mary soothed them, her heart bleeding. She took off her cloak, her coat, her own sweater, and left only a white shirt, and draped them over her girls. Damn Kapin, damn traffickers, in the cold weather of October, this group of children was dressed so thinly!

After a few minutes, Mr. Z struggled to squeeze back to Maria, raising his voice an octave to drown out the girls' cries.

"You take them downstairs first! Don't crowd here! He said, "I asked the others to bring some clothes and food." ”

"Good!" Mary took the time to answer him, picked up the girls who were about to faint from crying, and led them down the stairs.

Mr. Z asks a waiter to leave through the dark passage and go to a nearby stronghold to get some supplies to settle the girls.

He took out £10,000 worth of accounts and contracts from the inner pocket of his trench coat, looked at it, touched it and touched it. Thinking of meritorious service, thinking of this month's outstanding employees, thinking that I will definitely be able to press A this time - A! Hard work also takes brains! Even if you were in workhouse 007 for half a month, would you be able to compare to the 10,000 pounds I contributed to Aurora? ——Mr. Z's face bloomed with a smile, and it took a long time before he reluctantly put it away.

TBC

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Mr. Z: I can't imagine it, I'm a righteous partner now!

I really can't make up the chapter titles!! (*´﹃｀*)

Why, because my essay is not a single protagonist, it is multi-line parallel, and each chapter has several subsections, and it is difficult to describe what is written in this chapter with one title. So after listening to the suggestion, I decided to add a title to the important time point to make it easier to find...... Boom! Check it out!