The streets under the Iron Cross near dusk are full of people, and the noise of the market is blowing in the face, and the hoarse voices of the street vendors selling fresh and cooked food make passers-by involuntarily slow down and lean towards them.

In this chaotic street, the horse-drawn carriage will not be able to move an inch, so the night watchmen have to let the hired carriage stop at the street corner, get out of the carriage and walk to the target location.

Crane had regained some strength in the car, and now looked warily at the passers-by. He lived in a nearby apartment before moving to Daffodil Street, and even now that his housing conditions have improved, he often comes here to buy cheap cooked food, and is wary of the poor and chaotic Iron Cross Lower Street.

"Beware of thieves."

He quietly reminded Angel and Leonard, who were traveling with him.

"Don't worry."

Leonard didn't care, he pulled the side of his trench coat away, revealing the holster around his waist, and the brass receiver of the revolver and the delicate handguard were exposed, and the police badge on it was highly recognizable.

In an instant, greed, doubt, and alertness looked away from him, and the gaze around him at the three well-dressed outsiders was halved.

"You also pay attention to ......"

Klein looked at Angel, who was still unconscious, until it dawned on her, buttoned up the hood of her trench coat, and cut off the rest of her vision.

But soon those eyes moved to Klein again, and he wondered if any of them recognized him as "Moretti guys".

You don't know me, you don't know me......

He thought in silence, bowed his head, and followed Leonard and Angel who followed closely behind, passing between street vendors and pedestrians, praying not to be seen by anyone he knew.

Fortunately, the lively street was not long, and they soon came to a three-story house.

"This is it, 2nd floor, left."

Leonard paused and double-checked his information before entering the apartment through the open hallway door.

Klein finally entered the hallway, and he looked around and saw that the apartment was worse than the one he had rented before, with no gas lights in the hallway, only the sunlight from the entrance; The skin of the walls was mottled, revealing cracked bricks underneath; The wooden staircase creaked and seemed to break at any moment, making it fall to the next floor.

Walking up the rickety stairs to the second floor, the three of them stood by the door of the room on the left, bypassing the unwashed public bathroom.

"Knock-"

Angel knocked on the door.

"No one?"

After a long time of no response, Crane asked.

As if not expecting this, Leonard frowned and knocked on the closed wooden door again.

This time the door was opened from the inside.

"Who are you?"

Behind the door was a short woman, dressed in a rudimentary linen dress with an apron over the outside, her curly brown hair tied back in a headband, her hands moist with soap foam, as if she had just been washing clothes.

Seeing three well-dressed men and women with serious faces outside the door, surprise and a hint of uneasiness appeared on her face.

"I'm Inspector Mitchell of the Tingen City Police Department, and we're here to investigate the death of Val Allison, and the sheriff on this street is late, so the three of us have to investigate first."

Leonard took out the Inspector badge that he had taken off in advance when he entered the Iron Cross Lower Street, rehung it on the outside of his trench coat, and said with a serious face.

"Sheriff Beech Mountbatten, do you know each other?"

Klein added from the side.

"Yes...... Yes, this is Allison's home, a few chiefs, please come in, I'm ...... Miss Granger, how are you? ”

The brown-haired woman's expression visibly panicked when she heard the name of the neighborhood's notorious sheriff who liked to punch and kick suspects at the slightest disagreement, and she hurriedly moved out of the way of the door, allowing Leonard at the front to enter the room.

But then she saw Angel following behind her and exclaimed.

"You know her?"

Crane asked curiously, looking at Angel.

"Her name is Trommy, Cole... The handyman hired by my cousin before also washed her clothes by the way, but I didn't expect her to live here and know ......"

Angel's eyes widened in the middle of speaking.

"Val Allison is your father?"

Her gaze turned to the brown-haired woman known as Tromie.

“…… Yes, I live with my father, my brother, who was buried ten days ago. ”

There was a hint of sadness on Trommy's face, but it was quickly replaced by confusion and uneasiness, as if she was more worried about the intentions of the police officers in front of her and her future life than the death of her loved ones.

"Buried...... Leonard groaned, turned his head to look at Klein behind him, and saw that the other party nodded imperceptibly before continuing: "It's okay, let's take a look at the location of his death, please lead the way." ”

Rubbing the soapy water from his hand on his apron, Trommy nodded silently, and walked through the living room, with its old furniture, messy tables and chairs, to the outer one of the two bedrooms.

In the bedroom, there are two single beds on either side, one of which is covered with futon and the other is empty.

Without Trommy's introduction, the three night watchmen gathered around the empty bed.

The deceased has already been buried, and with an interval of more than ten days, I am afraid that the divination effect will be very poor......

Klein frowned at the empty bed, wondering how he could get useful information.

"My brother would go to the bar every afternoon as a guard and would not return until dawn, when he arrived home that day to find his father lying on the bed with his chest clutched...... He used to have chest pain, but last month we saved up some money and bought some medicine for him, and he has been much better, but I didn't expect ......"

Tromi whispered to the side.

"Did he leave anything behind? Clothes or bedding that are used regularly? ”

Leonard abruptly interrupted Trommy.

"What? Yes...... Sorry, his sheets and quilt are still there, but the clothes are not left. ”

"Please bring them and re-surgate them as they were, we need... Well, revisit the scene. ”

Tromi opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but when he saw the Inspector badge on Leonard's chest, he pursed his lips and went to the closet in the corner of the room, pulled out the folded bedding from it, and put them back on Val's bed.

After taking Trommy back to the living room and whispering a few words, Angel went back to the bedroom alone, closed the door, and looked over to Klein.

"Are these items enough?"

"It's been too long, and the bedding has been washed, so I'll try my best."

If you go to the gray mist space to do divination, the effect must be better, but it can't be done in front of the two of them, especially Angel, the "queen" of the Tarot Society......

Crane hesitated for a moment, but decided to try using dream divination.

Angel pulled out his dagger and sanctified it with a streamlined ritual to build a spiritual wall that closed the bedroom, while Crane sat on another bed that was supposed to belong to Trommy's brother, half-leaning on the head of the bed, outlining a ball of light, and quickly entering the dream.

In the blurred mist, pictures of middle-aged men appeared.

He gritted his teeth and carried the goods, clutching his chest from time to time and gasping for breath.

He haggled with the fishmonger in front of the fish vendor.

He looked at his daughter who left early and returned late with a sad face, and his son who left early and returned early.

He was in line to receive his wages when he was slapped by a slender palm reaching out from behind him.

He clutched his chest in pain in the crimson moonlight, trying to open his mouth to call for help, but eventually closed his eyes.

(End of chapter)