East End, in a corner.

Drunken Jean faced the wall, pulled down his pants, and comfortably nourished the moss.

When he finished solving the problem, someone suddenly tapped him on the shoulder.

Jean couldn't help but shudder a few times, hurriedly lifted his pants, and half-turned to look, and saw a short boy in a canvas coat and a peaked cap.

The "boy" lifted his head, revealing a dirty, but soft and delicate face.

"Hugh, why are you dressed like this?" Gene blurted out in amazement.

Hugh raised his index finger to his lips and motioned for silence.

Immediately after, she suppressed her voice and said:

"I'll ask you to answer, be quiet. ”

Intimidated by the majesty, Jean only nodded his head.

"Who of those fellows Williams knows has died in the last two days?" Hugh asked in a deep voice.

Jean carefully recalled for a while with his alcohol-paralyzed brain:

"Gavin! Gavin was found drowned in the Tasok River this morning!"

"He must have fallen last night, the poor creature knows no how to swim, and likes to go to the river to blow the wind when he is drunk. ”

Hugh's gaze sharpened, and without thinking, he asked:

"Did Gavin accept Williams' commission to find the wanted Raneus?"

"Of course, we all got this commission from Williams, anyway, it's not a hassle anyway, just show the portrait to everyone I know, and let them notice if there are any similar guys, that's it, oh, Williams, and he said, and if there is a clue, ask me to drink wine and eat meat for three days! This poor fellow died in the gas explosion, so I resolutely refused to let the landlord install the gas pipe......s! That was a few months ago, and I can only afford to live in a budget hotel now. Jean babbled.

"What area is Gavin in charge of?" did he mention anything to you?" Hugh asked, looking sideways, pursing his lips, and staring at Jean's face.

"He, he usually goes to the dockyard of East Bailang in the docks, and he met me the evening the previous evening, and said that he had gone to the Union of Workers tavern there to spread the news of the search for Laneus, and to show the portrait of Lanrius to those present. Jean hiccuped.

There are a number of marinas in Beckland, most of which are zoned into the docklands and are named various "docks".

"What about after that?" did Gavin say what he was going to do next?" Hugh asked again with a puzzled frown.

"Of course, of course, he was going to have a good drink, and then find a place to sleep!Oh, the poor fellow must have been very drunk, and wanted to go to the river for a bath, and forgot that he couldn't swim, and it was almost winter!" Jean sighed again with a sigh of regret.

This...... Gavin didn't find anything, but went to the Workers' Union tavern at the dockyard in East Bairan to distribute "leaflets" looking for Laneus, and was killed, implicating Williams...... The murderer's reaction can no longer be described as excessive, he is simply crazy......

If I were Lanrius, the best and easiest option would be to change places at once, and avoid searching, unless, unless he got caught up in something and couldn't leave for a long time...... But it's not just me who is looking for him, there are a lot of bounty hunters, can he kill Williams, can he kill so many people? If he has the ability, he will go and kill the West Villas field where the wanted warrant was issued!

Hugh felt that she was completely unable to comprehend the matter, just as she could not accept Williams' death.

Eventually, she decided to report the problem to Miss Audrey, and then disguised herself and went to the Union of Workers tavern at the dockyard in East Bailang, where she did not ask, but only observed to see if there was anyone suspicious.

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

Joe Wood District, Rice Police Station.

Once again, Crane and the thieves and drunks were crammed into a bench with backrests.

What bad luck is that...... Blaming the damn serial killer for not being able to change the route in time for the police raid! Crane cursed a guy while thinking about how to hide the charm and unexplained herbal powder on his body to avoid the next search.

He tried to pack them in black gloves and then found an opportunity to stuff them into the hidden part of the police station and retrieve them when he left.

At that moment, his eyes lit up, and he saw that his hair was neatly combed back and dressed as if he were a young lawyer who was going to a banquet, Hurgen Cooper, accompanied by a police officer.

"You go sign it and you're gone. Jürgen said with his usual serious expression.

"That's it?" Klein asked in surprise.

Jürgen nodded slightly:

"Yes, they know you're a well-known detective. ”

What is the reason for this? Crane didn't dare to ask more, but immediately got up, followed Hurgen, who was dressed in a long black tweed dress, and signed and went out without hesitation.

Unlike the last time he was led out of the police station, there was no rain, only thick clouds and fog obscured the red moon and stars, and the streets were lit by gas street lamps on both sides.

"Thank you so much! I'm sorry again!" said Klein, who took two quick steps to Hurgen's side.

Jurgen looked sideways at him without smiling and said:

"No thanks, it's my profession. ”

"2 pounds. ”

"......" Klein said with a smile after giving him a serious look, "Okay." ”

His wallet was bulging lately, and he immediately took out two one-pound bills.

Jürgen was not polite, and took the reward:

"If you're willing to establish a formal partnership, then I'll only charge £1 every time you come to the police station, and of course that's not including the serious ones, you have to understand that I have to pay a large part of the fees to the firm. ”

I was told that I would often be invited to the police station for tea in the future...... Phew, they don't even give tea at all, they don't even have a cup of water! Before Klein could reply, he heard Attorney Jürgen add:

"For a private detective, going in and out of the police station is something that happens every once in a while, and it is a professional characteristic. ”

"Well, I know very well that every private investigator has problems such as illegal gun possession and illegal invasion of other people's homes. ”

"You've dealt very well this time, the police can't find enough evidence that you are illegally carrying a gun, and the explanation that you have a gunpowder reaction on you is quite strong, and the name Cragg Club is enough to win their trust, otherwise you will probably have to go to the magistrate's court. ”

"So, you are not a suspect, but a good citizen, a good citizen who voluntarily turned in a gun after picking it up, and does not need to be searched again. ”

All right...... But I lost a revolver and the corresponding bullets, a couple of pounds, and attorney's fees...... Klein squeezed out a smile and said:

"I see, lawyer Jürgen, let's have a formal partnership. ”

Jürgen tugged at the corners of his mouth and stretched out his hand with a very professional smile:

"It was a pleasure to work with. ”

"I sincerely hope that I will not see you at the police station very often. ”

It's not something I can decide...... Klein laughed to himself.

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

Back at 15 Minsk Street, Klein calmed himself down with a hot bath.

But at this moment, he heard the illusory cascading voice of supplication again, vaguely from a woman.

Miss "Justice"? Is there a clue about Lan'erys's matter this time?Klein suddenly bounced up from the bathtub, quickly dried himself, put on his clothes, and entered the gray mist.

Looking at the crimson stars that were expanding and contracting, he spread his spirituality and chose to listen:

"Fools who don't belong to this era......"

"Dear Mr. Fool, there is a problem with the investigation of Lanrius......"

I don't know why, "Justice", who was wearing a white coat, told the story of the explosion on Dharavi Street in the East Side and Gavin's drowning.

As a "mind reader" who had already started, she did not add her own guesses, so as not to affect the judgment of Mr. "Fool".

After listening carefully, Klein frowned, feeling that the murderer's reaction was unimaginably excessive.

This is different from "Lieutenant General of the Hurricane" Ziringus, as a fraudster, Lanerus, when he finds that it is his professional instinct to immediately change places, and he has no reason to reverse the pursuit and kill the people who are looking for him.

By that standard, eighty percent of the bounty hunters in the East Side would have to die, and that would cause a stir and the case would be taken over by the Night Watchman, the Punisher or the Mechanical Heart Squad!

Well...... The benefits that Lanerus received in the ritual of praying for the "true creator" to send down an heir drove him crazy, which is very much in the style of the "true creator...... But the problem is that it is very difficult for a madman to hide himself, except for the potential...... Crane was lost in thought, and did not rush to respond to Miss "Justice".

He had read the newspaper and knew about the explosion, so he used dream divination to recall the specific contents.

Immediately after that, he wrote a new divination statement:

"Clues to the Dharavi Street bombing. ”

In silence, he leaned back in his chair and entered the dream, where he saw a three-story gray-blue apartment.

On the third floor of the apartment, there was a room with windows missing, and half of the walls had collapsed, covered with the scars of the explosion.

The picture quickly shattered, and Klein woke up, tapped his fingers on the edge of the long table, and muttered to himself silently:

"The clue is at the scene of the crime?"

“...... The revelation may also mean that the murderer is still staring at the scene of the crime, trying to solve the person who came to investigate the matter. ”

"Hmm...... This gave him a chance to find the person who had recently issued the Langrius bounty. ”

"I went around in disguise, and without entering the scene of the crime, I went around to see if I could find the murderer, even if he wasn't Lanerus, he must have a certain connection, and I could find Lanerys. ”

"But he must be very hidden, how can I find him without drawing his attention?"

In a flash of thought, Klein's gaze turned to the all-black eye on the bronze table, an extraordinary trait left by the "Master of Secret Puppets" Rosago.

In the real world, I can't manipulate those strange silk threads with this item, because there is a residual spiritual pollution of the real creator, and contact beyond a certain limit will cause irreversible damage, but if it is only used for a short time, I can still bear it if I find the hidden person through the silk thread, just like I used to confirm that the bodyguard lady is gone...... Crane narrowed his eyes, took off the pendulum, and made a dangerous divination for this trip.

The answer is yes, but the amplitude of the rotation is not large, and the speed is not fast.

"Acceptable......" Klein was silent for a few seconds, returning to the real world.

Then, using his own summoning method, he put the all-black eye into an iron cigarette case and brought it back to his bedroom.

Dressed and bearded, Klein came to the mirror and looked at his current self.

The faint smell of books has been completely obscured by the beard on his face, and his brown eyes are like ancient pools of water, as if he is hiding and sealing something.

Compared to the meeting in Tingen, Klein almost didn't recognize himself.

One by one, he stretched out his fingers, clenched into fists, he looked at the mirror, and said in a low and hoarse voice:

"Captain, this is the first step in avenging you for me. ”

Before he could finish speaking, he saw himself in the mirror grinning the corners of his mouth, revealing a bright smile.