The wheels pressed against the tracks, and the horses dragged the wagons, moving forward heavily but steadily, and soon left the street where nothing had happened.

Crane held his cane with a normal expression on his face, and only after the railroad carriage had passed two stops did he get off the train early, and he made a half-circle around and slowly returned to the place where the demon dog had been killed.

He wasn't looking for the extraordinary characteristics that the other party had precipitated, it was impossible for the top powerhouse of the church not to know about this matter, he must have taken it a long time ago, and he was not the source of the soft snort before the investigation, it had been so long, the carriages were driving on the streets, and people were coming and going, how could there be any clues left, even if it was divination, it would definitely not be answered.

Klein's purpose was to peek into the subtle details that remained around the street to peek into the characteristics of the seal that could create a strange battle environment, and to prepare for possible future encounters.

This is where the "magician" comes in...... He walked under the gray sky, on the curb separated by the gas lamp, and sighed silently.

The reason why he had to wait for two stops to get off the train and make a long detour back was because he was worried that there were still official extraordinaries who were secretly cleaning the battlefield at that time, and if he could not meet them, he would try not to meet them.

Dressed decently, with a cane and a gold bracelet hanging from the placket, it took him some time to finally return to the "Demon Dog Death Site", but there was no trace of the corresponding on the street at all, and passers-by were obviously unaware that there had been a fierce transcendent battle here.

"That seal is amazing, more powerful than large-scale hypnosis. Crane turned on his vision, slowing his steps like a gentleman who goes out on an outing instead of running errands.

It took him more than half an hour to turn around like this, but Lingshi didn't get any results, and there was nothing abnormal in the target block.

Still, Klein's inspiration sensed one thing, and that was scope and boundaries.

"I have a subtle illusory feeling when I enter the block and leave from the other direction, as if I have entered another world from one world, that is, the area of influence of that seal can reach at least one block, the upper limit is not clear for the time being, well, it can also be confirmed that it only works for the extraordinary. Crane stood outside the target street, nodded thoughtfully, then returned again, found a decent café, ordered a cup of Southwell coffee, and sat down by the window.

He drank the fragrant liquid and surveyed the increasingly lively streets outside, to see if there would be any other changes in the place as time passed.

Sadly, what he was expecting did not happen.

Of course, he is not completely without gains, at least he confirms that "magicians do not perform unprepared" is indeed one of the rules of acting.

He felt that the subtle precipitation in his body had been lightly pried.

As evening came, Klein stopped observing and returned to Minsk Street in a horse-drawn tram.

By this time, the gas street lamps on both sides of the road had been lit, and the blue firelight illuminated the slightly wet concrete floor and the street trees with withered leaves.

With a cane, Klein passed outside Attorney Jürgen's house and strolled toward House 15.

As he walked, he suddenly thought of one thing, that is, the ingredients at home had been used up, and he couldn't cook dinner when he went back!

Uh, should you go to the butcher's shop, the vegetable shop, and the fruit shop, or find a restaurant to fill your stomach first? Klein hesitated, and finally decided to be lazy tonight and eat ready-made.

Although many dishes in this world are quite simple and very fast to make, and there is no phenomenon of cooking for an hour and eating for five minutes, no matter what, it still requires a certain amount of labor, and you have to wash the dishes and knives and forks yourself.

Touching his wallet, Crane turned around and walked in the direction where he remembered more restaurants.

Once again, he passed by lawyer Jürgen's house.

Standing behind the open convex belly window, Jürgen looked at Detective Moriarty with a "confused" expression, raised his voice and said:

"Mr. Moriarty, you, I mean, you forgot your key again?

Why do you say it again? Klein responded:

"No, not really. ”

Jürgen nodded very solemnly:

"Then you're still a guest at my house, right?"

"I'll go back when it's dark after dinner. ”

...... Klein hesitated for a second and smiled:

"It's my pleasure. ”

When he entered, the black cat Brody was licking and washing his paws in the corner, and Huergen didn't say much to say hello and entered the kitchen.

By the time Klein hung up his coat and hat, put away his black cane, and walked into the dining room, the food was already on the table, including black cutlets and tonal mashed potatoes.

He was not surprised by this, Attorney Jürgen's grandmother, Mrs. Doris's old age, had such a style of cooking, not good-looking, but delicious enough.

She's a chef...... Klein sat down across from Jürgen, smiled and said:

"You're getting ready for dinner?"

"Yes, before eating, I used to look at the scenery outside and let my thoughts wander without boundaries. Jürgen laid out his napkin and picked up his knife and fork.

Klein looked around suspiciously and said:

"What about Mrs. Doris?"

Jürgen sighed and replied solemnly: "The weather is getting colder and colder, and her old lung problems have reappeared, and she has to go to the hospital for a while. ”

"May God bless her. Crane drew the triangular emblem of the Church of the God of Steam and Machines on his chest with great skill.

Next, he slice a chop and forked it up to stuff it into his mouth.

At this time, he suddenly thought of a question and hurriedly said:

"So, this is the dinner you prepared?"

"Of course, it was done a few minutes ago. Jürgen replied succinctly.

It's not the craftsmanship of Chef Mrs. Doris, so this appearance ...... The corners of Klein's mouth twitched, and despite the fear in his heart, he still bit down on the small piece of meat on the silver fork and chewed it slowly.

His brow furrowed slightly, and he finally forcibly swallowed the food, and a smile appeared on his face:

"Why did you prepare two copies in advance?"

"One is going to be taken to the hospital and given to my grandmother. Jürgen glanced up at Klein and said without seeing it as a problem, "I'll prepare another one later." ”

“...... I see. Out of politeness, Crane took a deep breath and settled the food in front of him with a battle-like stance.

When he had finished eating, and there was still half of Jürgen left, the senior solicitor put down his knife and fork for the time being, picked up the tall glass next to him, took a sip of red wine, and asked expressionlessly:

"How does it feel?"

"What's your favorite dish?"

"I know there's still a big gap between me and my grandmother's craft, but it's not too much of an exaggeration. ”

Mr. Lawyer, I suspect that you have a taste problem in addition to facial nerve disorders...... Can't you know yourself correctly?Klein smiled, moved his head from side to side, and said:

"White bread was good. ”

"It was bought at Dodge Bakery. Jürgen buried his head back and settled the rest of the food.

After drinking the remaining red wine, he thought for a moment and said:

"Detective Moriarty, I would like to commission one thing, a very simple commission. ”

"What?" Crane said, drinking from the water.

That mashed potato was so salty!

"My grandmother has been in the hospital lately, and sometimes I probably won't come back for the sake of the case, so Brody will be hungry. "I'd like to ask you to feed Brody when I'm not coming back, clean his toilet, play with him for a while, he likes it to scratch his chin the most, well, every night at ten o'clock, if there is no light in my house and it's dark, you can come in, 2 soles at a time, until my grandma comes home." ”

Klein saw that the old-fashioned and serious lawyer Jürgen had a suspiciously gentle expression on his face, so he turned up the corners of his mouth and said:

"It's a very simple task, relatively well paid, and I have no reason to turn it down. ”

As he spoke, he looked sideways at the black cat, Brody, and smiled at it.

Brody the black cat slowly turned around and turned his back to him.

Crane's smile stiffened on his face.

............

Satisfied, Crane took his leave of the Jürgen house and walked slowly down the street where night had completely fallen back to the house he rented.

By this time, the people who had finished their work had arrived at home and were enjoying their own dinner, and there were few pedestrians on the road, not many horse-drawn carriages, and it was quite quiet.

Walking in the light of the gas lamp, Crane, who had no desire to go back, became slower and slower, as did the black shadow at his feet.

As he passed by Summer's house, he saw through the bay window that the lights were bright, and the figures were coming and going, and the sounds of conversation and laughter could be faintly heard.

And right next door, at 15 Minsk Street, it was dark and silent.

Crane sighed, quickened his pace, pulled out the key, and opened the door.

Before entering, he habitually looked at the mailbox and found that there was another letter lying inside.

Who's sending it?—Crane took out the letter and glanced at it by the light of the streetlight.

No stamps...... Handwriting like Eisinger Stanton's ...... He nodded slightly, entered the house and closed the door, turned on the light and opened the letter.

On the letter, the great detective Issinger said:

“...... I'm happy to tell you that the killer has been found and killed on the spot. ”

"The police department thinks that our work is worth at least half of the bounty, and it should be handed out to me this week, and when the time comes, I will invite you and other friends to come over and share the bounty. ”

......

Eisinger got the news so quickly, and he had a deep connection with the Beckland Police Department...... Well, there was no stamp, which means that he sent it directly to someone, the postal system of the Rune Kingdom is not so efficient, how can the letter sent in the afternoon arrive in the evening? Klein let out a sigh, put down the letter, and prepared to change clothes and go out.

With the serial murders solved, Beckland's situation has eased, and he can try to do something.

For example, go to the Brave's Bar to find Caspars, contact Marić, and see if the Extraordinary, who manipulates living corpses, and Miss Sharon have any books on the occult field.

If my guess is correct, they should be defectors from the Rose School, they were officially organized before, and they must have known a lot of occult knowledge, and I have enough money to buy them now!, Crane touched his wallet, thinking expectantly.

PS: The first more is to ask for a recommended ticket monthly pass, and there are three more today!