Black Thorn Security Company.
Klein was sitting on the sofa chair in the lounge, holding a coffee cup in one hand and spreading a newspaper on his lap in the other hand, leaning back on the chair and flipping through it casually.
More than a month has passed since the first time I pulled Morien on Tarot Club.
At first, after Clover returned to Tingen, Klein was a little worried, worried that Tris from Psychology Alchemists would become a wanted criminal because he was reported by the survivors on the ship, so he would jump over the wall to retaliate.
But Tris has been silent for more than a month.
At first Klein was still confused, thinking that his conscience had attacked him, until he saw a familiar name in the list of survivors.
Morien.
It turned out to be cowardice.
During this period, "Tarot Club" was summoned four times in total. During this period, Klein only obtained two diaries of Roselle.
Although there is a lot of extraordinary knowledge in the diary, this knowledge was shared with other members by Morien long before Klein obtained the diary.
This makes Klein feel like a victim.
But there is good news.
Morien often talks about some unpopular knowledge on Tarot Club, and Klein has benefited a lot. He feels that he should now be the most knowledgeable Nighthawks in the entire Nighthawks team.
On the most recent Tarot Club, Klein pulled up a boy whose origin he didn't know, and Morien said he was from Forsaken Land of the Gods.
I just took a sip of coffee, put the cup down, and turned a page at random. Klein suddenly heard a tapping sound on the table.
"What's wrong?" He put down the newspaper and looked to his side.
Standing next to him was a man with black hair and green eyes. His hair was messy and his clothes were not neat. He had a poet-like temperament. He was wearing a white shirt, black trousers and buckleless leather boots, and he was spinning his hat in his hand.
This is Midnight Poet, Leonard·Mitchell of Sequence 8.
"I have a new job, and I need you to divine it."
"What's the matter?" Klein put down the newspaper and coffee.
"Look at this." Leonard handed over a portfolio.
This is Black Thorn Security Company, the headquarters of Tingen City Nighthawks, so there is no need to care about any confidentiality rules.
"A lot of Lunatic have appeared in East Borough recently," Leonard said, holding an apple in his hand, raising his hand to take a bite, "I need you to divine whether this involves extraordinary factors."
"It's actually normal for East Borough to appear Lunatic. It doesn't necessarily mean that it's extraordinary, it may also be due to encountering a cult." Klein gave his guess while opening the file.
He has been to East Borough and seen the scene there.
The people there live a very depressed and Affliction life, and may collapse at any time and become Lunatic or mentally ill.
If someone guides and develops a cult, he or she can seduce a large number of people without too much effort.
"No, no, no, it's different from what you think." Leonard shook his head, took another bite of apple, raised his head, and motioned to Klein to take a look for himself first.
Klein took out the information from the portfolio and looked at it a few times.
The more I looked at him, the weirder his expression became.
"Ah? Uh--philosopher--philosopher?" he said in disbelief.
"Yes, they have all become Lunatic who pursue philosophy." Leonard nodded.
"Some of them turned into quiet statues, and some turned into crazy and crazy Lunatic." Leonard explained, "But without exception, they are all obsessed with the philosophy of their own thinking and cannot extricate themselves."
"But that's not the point."
"Theoretically, it is not unreasonable for those who are stupid to study philosophy to become like this, but the key point is their identity." Leonard pointed at the information.
"Thieves----tramps----gangsters----" Klein flipped through the things in his hands one by one.
Soon, he found the photo.
"Hmm!" He frowned and took the photo a little further away.
Some of those people were bloated, some were shriveled, some were rotten, and some were covered with all kinds of potholes.
"There's no need for divination anymore," he waved the file in his hand, "If this didn't involve extraordinary things, I would eat this file on the spot."
"I think so too." Leonard finished the last three bites of the apple, threw away the core, and wiped his hands with a paper towel, "The captain said let us investigate. Come and see where we should start."
"No problem." Klein nodded without refusing.
He moved the file in his hand closer and flipped through it.
"The victims are mainly concentrated in East Borough, and most of them are gangs, so we will start the investigation from East Borough and go to several places where East Borough gangs gather more." Klein said, took out a one-penny coin and did a divination, confirming the accuracy of the previous speculation and confirming that there was indeed extraordinary involvement in this matter.
"Recently, East Borough's security has improved a lot. Those Curly-Haired Baboon people have been particularly peaceful recently for some reason." Leonard shrugged.
"Maybe he was affected by this incident." Klein guessed and pulled out a piece of paper at random.
"Enmat Harbor, this is it." He said.
Enmat Harbor, the port located to the east of Tingen City, is one of the most famous seaports in the central part of the Loen Kingdom. Together with Pritz Harbor to the north and south, it supports more than half of Backlund's material supply.
At this moment, Enmat Port, Enmat Gang gathering place.
Just leaving Synchronization Space, Morien was sitting on the high-backed seat gathered by Swarm, his left hand stretched forward, pulling the hair of a highlander.
He was a strong man over two meters tall, with various tattoos covering his body.
But now, this scary-looking Highlander was lying on the ground with a bruised nose and face, and only his head was lifted because Morien grabbed his hair.
"Big----brother----"
"I really have no money----" Gao Gao said incoherently.
"It's all for you----"
"I know," Morien nodded, "I'm not here to ask for money today."
His mask hung on the side of his face, and he had a gentle smile on his face.
"I'm here to ask for someone today."
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The Highlander's eyes suddenly widened to their maximum size, but he did not dare to say anything.
Morien raised his free hand and waved it, and the voice appeared in the minds of all the trembling gang members.
"Close the doors and windows, and then disperse as far as you can."
"Okay!"
The gang members hiding in the corner with bruises and swollen faces dispersed in a hurry, closing the windows and drawing the curtains, and then swarmed out of the door and closed the door from the outside.
The highlanders did not dare to resist and forced themselves to show a flattering expression.
"Brother, I will do whatever you say----"
"Okay." Morien held up the mask and nodded gently, "Then listen carefully."
"Follow me and say it silently in your heart."
"The origin of philosophy, Unceasing Devouring Words, the symbol of the spirit of life, the eternal consciousness."