261

East End, a cheap café.

Crane successfully sold his stake in the bicycle for 500 pounds, and when he arrived at the agreed junction with Old Kohler, Old Kohler was already waiting there.

The middle-aged and elderly man has a pair of gloves made of cloth in his hand, with fine stitches, like a set of scarves, and you can know whose hand it came from at a glance.

He couldn't help laughing, took off his scarf, took off his hat, sat down opposite, took out a stack of 1 Sul banknotes and handed it to the other party: "Next week's activity fund plus the reward for the next news, a total of 1 pound." ”

Old Kohler's face was obviously much more rosy than before, and he took the cash with some embarrassment and said, "The news I gave last time doesn't seem to be too important......

"No, it doesn't matter whether it's important or not, it's only different from who you think is in the eyes, and many things you think are trivial may be the source of other people's money." Crane smiled and explained, "What's going on this week?" ”

Old Kohler took the stack of bills, stuffed them into his pocket, and said in thought: "As before, many people are still looking for believers in the 'Fool', haha, how can anyone believe in the 'Fool'?" That's not a good name. ”

…… The corners of Crane's mouth twitched slightly, "Are they making progress?" ”

The Aurora Club is really persevering...... Crane thought helplessly.

"No, there are no people like that." Kohler Sr. shook his head and said, "Recently, people have been organizing strikes, and they have approached me several times, saying that they want to fight for more reasonable working hours and wages. ”

"Although Miss Maria successfully expanded the factory and recruited at least a hundred more people, the number of people marching and losing their jobs grew. Alas, I really don't know what to do. ”

This is a normal thing in this era, but it can lead to quite serious consequences...... Crane said thoughtfully, "Pay attention to who's organizing this, but don't be too eager, safety first." ”

"Okay." Old Kohler cleared his throat.

After the elder Kohler finished talking about what he had seen, Crane followed the instructions of the night watchman, and briefly taught the other party some tricks of clichés, as well as emergency handling methods in individual scenarios.

"It's time for me to go to the docks, thank you, Detective Moriarty, for giving me another good life!" Old Kohler picked up the shabby soft hat on the table and thanked him sincerely, "Taylor finally made up his mind to buy discounted fabric to make a new dress for himself, hehe, I haven't seen her so happy in a long time, thank you, Mr. Detective, thank you very much!" ”

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.

A good life? In my opinion, what you have at the moment is the most basic life ...... After watching old Khloe walk out of the cheap café, Crane sat there stunned.

With a slow breath, Crane grabbed his scarf and hat and walked out of the cheap café.

262

Hilston, outside a somewhat dated house.

Crane stepped out of the carriage, pressed his hat, and headed straight for the gate, where Isenger Stanton was home.

The great detective wrote to Crane the other day, inviting him to come over and discuss a murderous eucalyptus.

Because he was busy with the financing of the bicycle project, Crane euphemistically replied that he was not available recently, so as to refuse, who knew that Eisinger Stanton did not care, saying that the eucalyptus 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 burst out with sparks of wisdom.

Crane had no choice but to divinate the appropriate date for the other party's visit, choose the one closest to the negotiation, that is, this afternoon, and write back to the other party to finalize the matter.

Jingle bell, ding bell.

Crane rang the doorbell twice, and 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, do you want coffee or tea?" ”

Crane glanced up at him and said, "Black tea, add less lemon slices." ”

"No problem." The assistant led Crane 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 I can only trouble you to go by yourself." ”

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

As 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, how could it be that I happened to meet a temporary servant who was all resting?

Crane narrowed his eyes and reached out and pulled out a copper penny.

At this moment, the door of the living room opened open, and a small gap opened. In an instant, it seemed that some seal had been lifted, and the strong smell of blood came out, burrowing 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.

With just such a glance, Crane seemed to see the scene of the murder. The name of the book was then reflected in his childhood: Tales of the Demons of the West Villas.

Demon...... Crane 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!

Crane saw the interior of the living room in its entirety: the charcoal in the fireplace had long since burned out, and there was no longer a 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.

Did Detective Stanton get into trouble? Crane took a 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 a good time to visit Isenger Stanton? Am I having a problem interpreting the Revelation? Crane didn't 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 of tin teapots and two white-glazed porcelain cups.

When Mr. Assistant saw the scene in the living room, he was stunned. He looked at Crane, 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.

While! Kacha! The tin pot and the white-glazed porcelain cup hit the ground at the same time, rolling or splashing, and the black tea quickly soaked the vicinity.

Crane didn't move, just watched as it all happened, 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, Crane saw the door of Isenger Stanton's house 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 Crane at the door of the living room.

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

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

Crane raised his hands and smiled helplessly, "I won't say anything until I see my lawyer." ”

263

Knock knock, lawyer Jürgen knocked on the door of a single-family house with a garden in the Jowood district.

He heard the sound of birds flapping their wings somewhere in the garden, but when he looked over, he saw nothing. Attorney Jürgen stepped back and stood on the next step, waiting for the door to open.

After five or six seconds, a crack opened in the mahogany door, and a smiling, good-looking, monocle-wearing young man poked his head out from behind the door: "Hello." ”

"If you don't have an appointment today, is there anything wrong?"

Jürgen guessed that the young man was an assistant or something, and replied very solemnly: "I have been commissioned by Sherlock Moriarty to visit Mr. Edward Vaughn, and we have worked together. ”

"I see, please wait a minute." The young man was still smiling and friendly, but Jürgen still had a straight face. The door closed openly, and after half a minute, it opened again, and standing in the doorway was the owner of the house, a middle-aged gentleman with black eyes and brown hair, Mr. Edward Vaughan.

Jürgen glanced at his pocket watch, time was urgent, and Sherlock was still waiting for him at the police station. He skipped the greetings and invitations to enter the room, and spoke directly into the other party's inquiring eyes: "Long time no see, Mr. Vaughn." I beg your pardon for my surprise visit, Detective Sherlock Moriarty asked me to come to you, he was involved in a murder by accident, and I was about to bail him out, but he said he wanted me to help bring you with him, and needed your help. ”

Sherlock...... Got involved...... Murder Case? The older, well-dressed gentleman's eyebrows were wrinkled together, and it seemed that it was difficult to connect the two words, but it was not surprising that Jürgen was surprised that private investigators were almost always charged with illegal gun possession and illegal burglary, and it was precisely because of the peculiarities of his work that Sherlock had established a long-term cooperation with him.

"Was he murdered by someone else?" The gentleman asked very seriously.

"I don't know." Jürgen replied truthfully.

While this time it's a bit serious, Sherlock should just be an unlucky detective who happens to be passing by.

“…… Okay, I see, I'll pack up and go with you. You know me, sorry, but I only remember now that you seem to be a member of the law firm that we worked with on the editorial board, and I don't remember your name because I'm old. ”

"Jürgen Cooper. Just call me Jürgen. ”

"Okay, Mr. Jürgen, please wait a little longer."

Edward turned back into the house, said a few words to the young man, then removed the light cashmere scarf from the hanger near the door, put on his double-breasted tweed coat, took up his cane, put on his top hat, and followed Jürgen to the taxi carriage in the street.

It just so happened that it was not time to get off work, nor was it time to have dinner, and there were only the two of them in this rental carriage.

Edward asked softly, "Did Sherlock tell me what to do?" ”

Yuergen frowned: "I'm sorry, he was taken away by the police station, and now he is the main suspect, he can't come to me directly, it was the police who brought his message." I thought you would know something. ”

"It seems that we are all the people he thought of in times of crisis." Mr. Edward couldn't help but smile, and slowly straightened his back, sat upright without leaning on the cushions behind his seat, and put his hands on the top of his cane, exuding a rather majestic and less nervous temperament, "I believe that Sherlock just happened to be caught in it, and he was not the one to do those evil deeds." ”

"Yes, I believe in him too." Jürgen replied solemnly.

Half an hour later, they arrived at the Beckland Police Department's Hessac Bureau, where Crean was temporarily detained.

As he is currently the biggest suspect, Crane, who is handchained to the water pipe and is being watched by three or five police inspectors, sees Attorney Huergen and Edward coming together.

Jürgen was already familiar with the process and was not surprised by what happened to Sherlock's Detective.

Crane sighed and said, "It's really a tragedy, this is the time when I should think about what to eat at night instead of chatting with a police officer with a straight face." ”

The most fortunate thing for him today is that due to the tracking of the Aurora Society, he did not carry any extraordinary items, and the only revolver easily escaped the search under the "magic" performance.

"How about some cake? Soothe your mind with some sweet flavors. Edward, who was standing by and observing the internal structure of the police department, smiled. The lawyer and bail officer arrived, and the inspectors temporarily uncuffed Crane, but still stared at him uneasily.

Crane knew that he couldn't get rid of the suspicion, and he understood this kind of "personal protection" very well, so he had to smile bitterly at Edward: "I'll think about it, if the cake shop hasn't been opened after this matter is over." ”

After Crane entered the interrogation room, Edward found an empty seat in the waiting area and sat down. She had to take advantage of this free time to think about what Crane was looking for herself.

Accidentally involved in a murder ...... Murderous Eucalyptus...... In a big city like Beckland, I don't know how many criminal cases occur every day, and it's normal for Crane to be unlucky and run into one at random, and it may not have anything to do with extraordinary abilities. Mary of the East Side was reporting to herself the day before yesterday about the recent situation there, which is still the best breeding ground for sin and suffering. Aurora Will? The Aurora Society has not taken action against him recently, and Mr. A is still working hard to catch fools, and after cooperating with the Pilgrimage Sect, the Aurora Society's missionary momentum is steadily improving, and there are many desperate people who want to join every day, which invisibly increases the burden of the Aurora Society.

Fortunately, they are still one of the most powerful organizations in the shadows of the extraordinary world, black and white, master multiple illegal industries, and it is not impossible to raise hundreds of thousands of mouths.

Therefore, they should not spend too much energy on the task of "finding an evil god", and it is impossible to find clues to Crane.

Because he didn't tell the real creator this information at all.

Crane was directly detained, not the finder and the first witness, which means that there is no second suspect besides him.

What does it have to do with yourself......

If you have to find one extraordinary trait in yourself, it is demons. …… So, could it be Beria? The Berial family imp with that dog finally showed his feet?

His pet was not promoted in the Berial family's livestock farm, but came all the way to Beckland, and the plot was not small. It seems that after nearly two months of silence, he can't help but do it now to accomplish his true purpose.

Could it be that Crane just happened to run into his murder scene, which is really ...... Incredible luck.

TBC

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The Beria incident officially began.

End of graduation trip: had a lot of fun, ate well, and walked tiringly. Now sit at the station code word, tomorrow double watch.