After using divination to discover that going to Lawson's herb shop was risky, Klein calmly reasoned about something.

That was the owner of the herb shop, and it was more likely that the man named Rosen Darkweed was extraordinary.

However, he is still uncertain, because theoretically an ordinary person would be in danger if he had a pistol.

"Just while Mr. Fate is here, let's go and investigate."

Thinking of this, Crane retracted the citrine pendant into his sleeve:

"Let's go."

Grandin calibrated the position of the Hidden Blade in his tuxedo and spoke unhurriedly:

"No hurry, we'll leave in an hour. If we go now, there's a good chance we'll run into Mr. Bogda in the herb shop, which might make him misjudge. ”

"Misjudgment?" Klein chewed on the words, and soon understood, "You mean...... He would be mistaken for ...... Did we deliberately direct him to Lawson's herb shop? ”

Klein thought about it, combined with his experience of surfing the Internet in his previous life, found that his behavior really looked like a classic scam.

Use cheap prices to attract others for divination, and then deliberately exaggerate the condition. Then he fooled people into the herbalist he cooperated with, and slaughtered them under the pretext of curing diseases.

He exhaled and leaned back in his chair: "Thanks for the reminder, I understand...... Even if you are doing good deeds, you must pay attention to the ways and means. ”

"It's great that you can understand, and it's better for an upright person not to bend over in a melon field." Grandin replied.

This is the otherworldly version of 'Melon Field and Plum'? How many things have you stuffed into this world, Emperor!

Klein was stunned for a moment, then understood what Grandin was saying without any obstacles.

The 'Lawson Folk Herb Shop' on Vlad Street in the East End is unremarkable. If Klein hadn't remembered the herb shop's house number, there's a good chance they'd have missed it.

The shops on this old street do not have porches, and the gates are directly facing the street.

The house is divided into three floors, the first floor is for shops, the second floor is for residents, and the third floor is a spire attic, maybe you can put some sundries. Each house is separated by a small dark alley for one person to walk on.

The herb shop has a tailor shop to the left and a grocery store to the right.

When they arrived, they saw Bogda walking out of the store with a bag of herbs on his face full of suspicion.

His eyes, his movements, Klein is all too familiar, that is the expression of flesh pain!

Generally speaking, he would have the same expression whenever he wanted to buy something, but it was too expensive.

Crane glanced back gratefully at Mr. Fate, who was still looking at his surroundings. If they had bumped into Bogda in the herb shop, it would have been unclear.

The two watched Bogda get into a public carriage with a rail, and then walked out of the street corner where he was hiding.

"Hopefully Mr. Bogda will recover." Crane had just turned on his vision again and looked at it. In his field of vision, just over an hour later, Bogda's liver area actually turned a lot darker.

"Hopefully Rosen is extraordinary, because now only magical extraordinary abilities can save Mr. Bogda." Grandin tucked his cane in the crook of his arm, pulled his black glove out of his pocket and put it on.

"I'll go left and right, let's go around the herb shop first to see if it has a back door or a secret passage. Keep an eye out the windows, there may be someone there to keep an eye out for you. Don't hesitate to shoot directly in a situation, empty the bullet nest first. Grandin lowered his hat and instructed.

The operation was generally safe, but he was still a little worried about Klein's combat power - >>

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。 Shooting doesn't expect Crane to subdue the enemy, as long as the gunfire can be heard by him, Crane will complete the mission.

Grandin's skillful arrangement of operations and American-style law enforcement concepts made Klein more and more difficult to imagine what kind of city Beckland was.

"Okay, I see." Crane swallowed, suddenly feeling a little nervous.

The alleys that only allow one person to pass are a little dark and damp. While walking, Grandin also had to step over the rubbish on the ground, and be careful with his formal attire to prevent it from being scraped by the rough walls on either side.

There were no windows on either side of the house, and Grandin crossed the alley and met Klein at the back door of the herb shop. new

"This is Devere Street, which is a residential area, and there is not much traffic right now. But the herb shop has a back door, do you need me to guard it here? Klein dusted off his clothes.

"No, there's no need for that."

Grandin looked left and right, then walked briskly to the back door. He placed his cane across the brass doorknob, causing it to jam between the door and the frame.

In this way, the door that opens inside does not want to be simply opened.

"Now we can visit the owner of the herb shop."

Grandin rested his chin in one hand and looked at the fruits of his labor with satisfaction.

Crane, who was watching the whole time, couldn't help grinning. In his eyes, Mr. Fate is simply like the most serious criminal.

I learned another trick today, and it's a good way to prevent others from escaping through the back door. Thankfully, there aren't many pedestrians now, otherwise it wouldn't take you a few minutes to get your cane walked.

Klein complained inwardly.

......

"Jingle bells."

The bell in front of the herb shop rang, and Grandin and Klein entered the store one after another.

There was no one at the counter.

The owner of this herb shop probably didn't care about his business at all, and the colorful herbs were laid out haphazardly, and the corners around were covered with cobwebs.

In the cabinets on either side are a number of pot-bellied flasks with corks tucked into their mouths, and the labels of the bottles are full of scribbled handwriting.

Grandin noticed that the liquid in one of the bottles had blackened and solidified.

He also discerned a variety of spiritual materials in that pile of herbs. Although ordinary pharmacists occasionally use spiritual materials in their medicines, the amount of spiritual materials in this herb shop is abnormal.

Concocting potions from spiritual materials requires considerable expertise, and it is clear that this medicine master is extraordinary.

Down the hallway, he could see the back door, where there were also a lot of herbs piled up.

However, this is a good thing, as it further reduces the likelihood of the suspect escaping through the back door.

Grandin gave Klein a look and told him to be careful.

"Hello, anyone?"

Grandin asked aloud.

"Don't rush, it's coming."

From behind the partition around the corner came the sound of going downstairs.

Seeing the appearance of the person coming, Grandin's eyes flashed.

The man has a round face and is dressed in the costume of a village witch doctor. The robe was deep black and embroidered with various peculiar symbols. Exactly the man he saw when he and Lorota were visiting the café!

"What's wrong with you?" Rosen ran his hand at his black hair, making it even more unkempt. He yawned and continued, "I think you're all healthy, you don't look like there's anything wrong. ”