Altair's Counterattack

As it happens...

Lorry keenly captured the continuous keywords from Mr. Detective's words.

If he had another entrustment, he would not be so sensitive, but the person he entrusted Private Detective to investigate was Altair who has been confirmed as Cultist.

A "Literature Lover" of Sequence 6 has the ability to turn his fantasies into reality to a certain extent!

Lorry was silent for a moment, then suddenly changed to another topic:

"You just seemed to say that you were planning to leave Private Detective's industry.

"Why?"

At this time, he noticed that Maid, who was standing behind Mr. Detective, pursed his lips, and there was a trace of confusion or helplessness in his eyes.

Middle-aged Detective was silent for a few seconds and said in a slightly hoarse voice:

"I have been working as a Private Detective at Backlund for a year and a half. I finally moved from East Borough to Cherwood Borough and am preparing to bring my family over in the countryside.

"It is also for this reason that I am willing to accept your commission - although the risk is higher, the reward is generous enough.

"If you just investigate the information carefully, there is generally not much danger.

"I didn't expect that such an accident would happen in a blink of an eye.

"The doctor told me that my luck was not too bad. At least the leg could be saved, but I would not be able to walk normally for three months, let alone accept commissions to make money.

"With my current savings, without income, I simply cannot afford the rent, the family's living expenses, and the salary of Reese during this period.

"I can't take my wife over and let her be Female Workers, right?"

He sighed bitterly, looked back at Maid, who had a worried look in his eyes, and forced a smile, "Don't worry, Reese, I will pay you an extra week's salary, and try my best to use my contacts to introduce you to a reliable new employer. You don't have to worry about going back to your old life."

The average-looking, somewhat dull Maid Reese pursed his lips and whispered:

"Sir, can I go back to the countryside with you and continue to take care of you and your family... I will eat very little, and I can do it for free."

"Haha, in the countryside, you will be laughed at if you ask someone to take care of you." Middle-aged Detective said with a smile, "Do you want me to be chewed behind my back by others?"

After speaking, he turned to look at Lorry and briefly explained:

"Reese was saved by me from Gang."

No wonder...Lorry sighed secretly and did not make any inappropriate slander.

"Valen Street."

He Silent Recitation looked around the area that Mr. Detective just mentioned, stood up and said, "Sorry, I suddenly remembered something urgent. Please allow me to visit again later."

"It doesn't matter, my right leg gives me enough time to wait." Middle-aged Detective joked to himself, reaching out to take out his wallet.

At this time, he saw the other party striding out and shouted quickly:

"Sir, your deposit..."

"Let's wait until I come to visit you next time." Lorry interrupted Mr. Detective ungently, opened the door and walked out.

He quickly observed his surroundings and headed straight to the Hired Carriage area not far away.

Two hours later.

Bills Precinct of Hillston District.

Accompanied by his family members, Lorry met another Polian Detective - the place where Police Precinct temporarily placed Corpse.

He took a deep breath and was silent for nearly five minutes before turning to look at Mrs. Polian: "How did he die?"

Mrs. Polian's eyes were red and swollen, and he replied in a hoarse voice:

"Police said that he accidentally bumped into someone at the intersection of Firemill Street, did not apologize in time, and was stabbed in the stomach by the porter who had just lost his job.

"But he had food in his mouth at the time, so why did he apologize immediately?"

Before she finished speaking, her tears fell first and she murmured, "Our life has just improved, why do we have to encounter such misfortune?"

After wiping her tears for a while, she looked at Lorry with red eyes:

"Is what you promised just now still count?"

When Lorry arrived at Polian Detective's house, the lady was preparing to go out to the newspaper to place an advertisement to sublet the long-term rental house to others.

She plans to let her children live in a public school at their expense, move to East Borough where the rent is low, find a job, and use the savings left by her husband and her own income to support her children's education.

But from the other party's well-kept hands and deliberate clichés, Lorry knew that she was born in a small businessman's family and could only do some simple housework.

What kind of job can such a woman find?

Factory Female Workers? Mental work Maid? Or maybe a street girl at night?

Therefore, Lorry stopped her and admitted that her husband's death might be related to her commission, and was willing to pay a large amount of compensation.

He originally planned that if Polian Detective was safe and sound, he would go to Mr. A's party to ask Ms. "Seer" to confirm whether middle-aged Detective's accidental injury had anything to do with him.

But after learning about her husband's death from Mrs. Polian, Lorry felt that there was no need to waste the divination expenses.

He is sure that what happened to the two Detective is inseparable from Altair!

"Do the math."

Lorry nodded slightly and suggested. "How about we go back to your house?"

Mrs. Polian, who was emotionally more stable, nodded and asked him to wait a moment before he went to the responsible Police to ask when he could get his husband back.

After getting a clear answer, she returned to the morgue to find Lorry.

The two of them rushed back to Polian's home in a carriage.

"No need to bother, I'll leave right away." Seeing Mrs. Polian preparing to boil water, Lorry quickly stopped her and said after a few seconds of silence:

"I can give you a thousand pounds as your husband's pension. You can use it to buy some reliable stocks or funds. The annual annuity income will be about fifty pounds."

"Of course, this income is not enough to cover the living expenses of your family of three at Hillston District, not to mention that your children have to go to school.

"Private Detective's income is not low. If Polian Detective were alive, he would definitely be able to earn more, so another compensation is a job opportunity.

"When you finish dealing with things at home, you can go to this address and find a man named Qiao. He will arrange your work."

As he spoke, he took out the pen and paper he carried with him, wrote down the address of Ceramics Factory, and took out a thousand pound note from "Lucky Money Bag".

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Polian, to bring such misfortune to your family."

Lorry put the money on Tea Table, took off his hat and put it on his chest and bowed, then nodded gently, turned around and left Polian's house.

While waiting for the carriage by the roadside, he heard muffled crying coming from the house.

After that, Lorry went to the home of middle-aged Detective, and on the pretext of getting a deposit, he quietly stuffed one hundred pounds into Single Sofa's pocket.

This amount of money exceeds most Private Detective's three-month income.

The excess is nutritional expenses.

I believe that Maid named Reese will find the money soon, and based on her experience, the possibility of secretly accessing it is not high.

It was already five o'clock in the afternoon.

Lorry was hungry for a long time. After dealing with all this, he immediately found a nearby Restaurant to solve the food problem, and immediately walked to the waiting area of Hired Carriage.

He knew that Klein chose dinner time to attack Capim, this Human Trafficker.

He was looking forward to tonight's harvest more and more.