It didn't take long for Klein to intervene in the matter and to save Richardson from the trouble, even if it would confuse Walter the butler and the brave girl.

In a shabby, nondescript hut near the docks in the Beckland Bridge district, the Black Skull Party top brass was engaged in lively and friendly discussions on how to distribute the arms, what the immediate goals were, and how to allocate the manpower.

Godopus brought good news, and Moreira happily handed over a South Continent cigarette......

"Boom!"

Crane sat with his back to the explosion, and when Seigor confirmed that he was not alive, he disappeared into the scene of the crime.

The half-collapsed hut and around it were covered with charred debris, building materials and pieces of flesh from different parts of the human body, and the smell of gunpowder smoke and rust mixed with the smell of burnt.

Suddenly, the speed at which extraordinary properties were precipitated and condensed suddenly accelerated, and the shimmering starry dots of light converged into several clusters and swooped into an invisible vortex in the air.

All the stump fragments scrambled to be stacked on top of each other, combining them in a way that did not conform to the physical laws of the trunk, and the limbs of all shapes and lengths stretched outwards to simulate the forks of branches.

A random stream of dark red blood mixed with dust and dirt stretched across the clearing, crisscrossing the clearing, and it was a line of Rune's words: "The Creator of all, the fallen nature of all living beings." ”

Everything changed silently, only the cool night breeze sent dust and blood in all directions.

Suddenly there was a blank piece of paper in the air, as if it was being folded by an invisible hand, and finally twisted into a blooming white rose.

The paper flowers are gently inserted between the towering flesh and blood, gradually blending the magnificence of the sunset, and the colors gradually come alive layer by layer, dark red, rust red, burgundy, bright red, and red...... The roses are becoming more and more vivid.

The patrol arrived at the battlefield first, frightened by this bloody and strange scene...... The Mechanical Heart team arrived.

……

Klein slept peacefully until dawn.

After breakfast, Richardson hesitated, but finally mustered up the courage to ask his employer to resign.

Crane flipped through the newspaper indifferently and replied casually, "Think about it again and give me an answer before you receive your next paycheck." ”

Richardson retreated in silence.

Klein flipped through several newspapers and was slightly puzzled.

What's going on with these newspapers in Beckland, why didn't any of them report on the incident with such a loud explosion last night?

Suddenly, the words in the newspaper were masked by a pale, and Crane tilted his head to see the lamp god hand over a mask made of an unknown material with a bony sheen.

Crane took it as he looked sideways at the lamp god suspiciously.

"The mask that Azik Eggers lost before that could turn him into anyone, the main material is the extraordinary properties of the Faceling, tainted with the breath of the Grim Reaper who forcibly accommodated the Red Priest's path and went mad, I've seen it before."

"This thing has a certain degree of sealing, I guess it's probably Azik's handiwork, he deliberately forgot this mask in the family mausoleum, there should be his reason, you can choose whether to return the mask to him or not."

Klein nodded, his expression became strange, he hesitated slightly, but still asked, "What are you doing with this mask?" Why give it to me? ”

He had only learned of the Mask's existence last night, and to the Grim Reaper's mind, it was still in Count Wolf's treasury.

The lamp god sighed and did not reply.

Klein patiently continued to ask, "How did you get it?" "It can't be stolen.

"Then you're going to ask Miss Justice."

Klein also wanted to ask for some details, and found that the lamp god was missing from the huge living room.

He took the mask and looked at it, got up and walked into the master bedroom, and went to the gray mist to perform divination.

After confirming the mask's abilities and negative effects, he divined whether giving the mask to Mr. Azik would have a negative impact on him, and unexpectedly failed.

Eventually, however, he decided to write to Mr. Azik, informing him that he had accidentally obtained the mask, and that it would be up to Mr. Aziz to decide whether to take it back.

This mask can be brought to Seigor, even if he is affected by the negative effects of the mask and is eroded into a living corpse, it will not affect his function as a secret couple, so that I can do some things more conveniently.

In the evening, the hermit lady paid the lucky scales, and Crane used the gold coins to pay a portion of the debt, leaving the remaining banknotes.

He looked out the window at the mist that was gradually rising over time, and thought about going to the Beckland Bridge factory area in the evening.

As night fell, in the bathroom of the master bedroom of Dawn Dantès, the maid put hot water and arranged the pajamas neatly, and then withdrew with the valet, their employer, Mr. Dawn Dantès, who was accustomed to bathing for a long time and being alone for a period of time after bathing, called them to clean the bathroom.

At this time, Crane's spirit manipulated Señor, who had taken the form of Sherlock, to ride a carriage to a garment factory, where the old man in charge of the night guard was drinking a pale color of inferior tea in the dim candlelight, and an unlit horse lamp was placed beside him.

"Tuk Tuk"

The old man opened the small window in confusion, and by the hazy moonlight, the old man saw the person standing in the doorway.

"Mr. Moriarty! Are you back in Beckland? ”

The young gentleman, dressed in a long trench coat and a half-height silk top hat, with gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and a beard around his mouth, smiled and said:

"Old Kohler, long time no see."

Old Kohler warmly invited Detective Sherlock into his little room where he was resting, and while inviting him to sit down, he tried to find a cup to pour tea for his guests, but was embarrassed to find that there was only one glass of his own in the small room.

Old Kohler babbled briefly about the experience of the past six months, including that he ate ham during the Chinese New Year, met his former co-workers, and was fortunate to be introduced to this garment factory to watch the door, and his life can go on. He also mentioned the widow who supported her two daughters by doing laundry, saying that her youngest daughter had excellent grades and had received a scholarship that was said to be something.

Klein listened with a smile and finally said that he had encountered a complicated case while on vacation and had been delayed for many years to return to Beckland.

"That's good, that's good, I've been worried about ......," Old Kohler muttered, and then changed the subject, "I've had a lot less time to roam around since I came here to watch the door, and I haven't been able to hear anything. ”

"It's okay, I don't need this news now, I may be leaving Beckland again soon, not sure if I'll be back." Klein said with a smile.

"Hmm...... That...... May the Goddess bless you with all the best. Kohler Sr. said with a little regret.

Crane's smile was palpable, and he responded, "Steam is on it." Then he drew a triangle that he was not used to.

"That's right! ...... old Kohler nodded again and again, and said: "These days, I have also paid attention to some news, I heard that there are some disappearances in the East District, this time it is not a young girl, there are people of all ages, there are quite a few people, I have only heard that which homeless man I often meet is missing......"

Disappearances?

Somehow, Crane suddenly remembered the disappearance of colonial slaves mentioned by the Hanged Man.

"Also, where I used to live, I heard that many people suddenly fell ill with their families, and soon they all fell ill and died, and everyone ...... Privately, I always worry that something bad will happen. Old Kohler's voice was vaguely uneasy.

Klein also felt that the joy of seeing the good life of the people he knew before was a little darkened, but he comforted old Kohler with gentle words, and took out the small gift he brought, a tin box of cigarettes.

Old Kohler happily took it and put it in the inside pocket of his clothes.

The two talked for a while, and old Kohler casually asked, "Were you making a commission before you came?" ”

"Oh, how do you tell?" Klein asked in confusion.

"Hmm...... I'm guessing you've been hiding somewhere to spy on your target, and your clothes smell a lot. Old Kohler replied.

Klein's expression remained unchanged, and he was embarrassed and almost pulled out a set of 160 Berklund Street.

(End of chapter)