The living room at No. 2 Daffodil Street, bathed in the colors of Twilight.
With his back to the bay window, Klein said to Frye and Leonard:
"I got the result from the Divination. In my dream, I saw a two-story gray-blue house. All the windows on the first floor were tightly closed and the curtains were drawn. The soil within several meters around it was dark brown, with not a single blade of grass or flower growing. It also had a dilapidated and gloomy garden, just like the kind you often see in ghost stories."
The only sign that marks its location is a river, a fairly wide one, located not far from it.
"It could be the Tussock River, or it could be the River Hoy. We can only search by searching. Hopefully, it's not too late."
The Tussock River is the largest river in the Kingdom of Loen. It originates in the Minsk Mountains in the northwest and flows southeast, passing through places such as the Awwa County and Awwa County. It passes through the capital Backlund and empties into the sea near the Pritz Harbor.
It intersects with the Tingen City at the southwest corner of the West Borough South Borough the Dock Borough south of the South End. The River Hoy originates from the Mount York to the north, flows through the University Borough on the outskirts of the East Borough, and joins the Tussock River in the local area.
These are the two main rivers surrounding Tingen; the others can only be described as streams, lacking any wide expanse of water.
After listening to Klein's explanation, the pale-skinned and aloof Frye nodded slightly, agreeing with the other's idea.
In the absence of other clues, investigation is the only effective method!
Just then, Leonard spoke with a smile:
"Perhaps we can narrow down the scope of our target."
"How do you shrink it?" Klein asked, frowning as he held the silver pocket watch with its vine-like pattern.
Leonard chuckled:
"For such planned and purposeful criminals, the initial targets will definitely be far away from the area where the altar is located, stemming from the instinct to seek safety."
He will only consider the nearby areas once there are only a few 'dying' survivors left in other areas, making them harder to find.
"Therefore, we should review the data again and filter out areas where the number of deaths was at a normal level in the initial stage, but has risen rapidly in the past few days."
Klein's eyes lit up:
"Excellent reasoning!"
At the same time, he sighed inwardly, "I really don't have the talent to be Detective!"
Frye nodded, picked up the documents on the coffee table, and began to peruse them again.
A few minutes later, he said in a deep voice:
"Such an area does exist, and there's only one."
"Which district?" Klein blurted out.
Frye handed the thick stack of documents to Leonard beside him, his thin lips pursed slightly as he said:
" West Borough."
" The West Borough? "Klein clenched his fist and immediately suggested:
"Let's start by checking the southwest corner of the West Borough; that area isn't very big!"
"I agree." Leonard waved the documents in his hand, agreeing very easily, as if he wasn't the one who had suggested narrowing down the scope.
A light two-wheeled carriage moved slowly along the slightly muddy and dirty road, and in the distance, a wide river was bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun.
Klein and Frye looked out of their respective windows, scrutinizing the houses, focusing on the gray-blue hues and the dilapidated gardens. If possible, they also checked whether all the curtains on the first floor were drawn.
Leonard sat leisurely in his seat, leaning against the wall, humming a local tune.
As the dim scenery flashed by, Klein's peripheral vision suddenly caught sight of a two-story gray-blue building.
In front of that small building, there was a garden that gave off a sense of dilapidation and gloom.
"Found it!" Klein said in a low voice.
Before he could finish speaking, Frye and Leonard squeezed in at the same time, gazing into the distance, their movements so quick it seemed there was no pause between them.
As the carriage drew closer to the house, the scene on the ground floor, with all the dark curtains drawn, came into view of the three Nighthawks.
There was no need for further Divination to confirm; Klein was absolutely certain that this was the house he had seen in his dream, the place where the evil altar was located!
Neither he, nor Leonard, nor Frye immediately stopped the carriage, allowing the driver to continue driving forward, past the target, and away from it, as if they were just passing by.
When the building was no longer visible, Leonard called to the coachman to stop the carriage.
" Klein, you take this carriage back to Zouteland Street and replace the captain to help out." Leonard snapped his fingers and looked at his teammate with a smile.
Does he think I'm a noob and shouldn't get involved in such a dangerous thing? This guy's actually not bad... Klein paused for a moment, then understood what Leonard meant.
Frye nodded in agreement from the side:
"You've only just started practicing combat, and you're a support-type character."
"I know, and the guy who can pull off so many deaths to hold a ceremony is definitely not someone to be trifled with. Only the captain can make things less terrible..." Klein took a breath and rationally agreed.
Then, he looked at Leonard, then at Frye, and forced a smile, saying:
"You must be careful."
"Don't worry, I value my life. We'll only monitor them until the captain arrives; we won't get close." Leonard chuckled.
Frye said nothing, but simply picked up the suitcase.
Klein paused for a few seconds, then pulled out a copper penny and said:
I will perform a Divination for you.
He silently prayed, "Things here will turn out well," and flicked a coin upwards as his eyes darkened.
when!
The coin flipped up, rolled, and landed steadily in Klein's palm.
Klein opened his eyes and saw that the king's portrait was facing upwards, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
"This is just a vague symbol; there are other interpretations. The most important thing is always to be careful and cautious yourself," he said to Frye and Leonard in Seer manner.
Leonard had already turned around, and upon hearing this, he waved and jumped out of the carriage, saying:
"As long-winded as my eighty-year-old grandmother..."
Frye nodded seriously, picked up his suitcase, and went downstairs.
Watching his two teammates head towards the target house, Klein touched the revolver in his armpit holster and said to the driver:
Zouteland Street.
The driver, who was hired on a time-based basis, had no objections and let the horses move again.
36 Zouteland Street.
When Klein entered Blackthorn Security Company, Rozanne, Mrs. Orianna, and the others had already left work, leaving the place unusually quiet and dimly lit.
Wearing a black trench coat, Dunn sat on the sofa in the reception area, without turning on the gas lamps, seemingly blending into the dark space.
"Found a clue?" he asked in a deep voice, startling Klein, who was looking around for the captain.
Klein turned quickly, looking into Dunn's gray eyes, and said:
"Yes, we..."
He quickly recounted Leonard's "bold guess," his own Divination confirmation, and the subsequent on-site investigation and key points.
As for Leonard's confidence, and the special qualities he described, those are naturally unimportant matters.
Dunn would occasionally chime in with a question, and when it was over, he would suddenly stand up and walk toward the door.
"I almost forgot, you stay here in case of any unforeseen circumstances." He turned back and reminded her as he was about to go downstairs.
"Okay." Klein nodded solemnly.
At this moment, apart from Kenley, who was guarding the Chanis Gate, all the other Nighthawks were busy outside.
Dunn Smith descended a few steps, then suddenly stopped, and while putting on his hat, said to Klein at the door:
"Lock the door and come with me. Heh, this isn't for you to participate in the battle, but firstly, to get a feel for the atmosphere, and secondly, because we might need Ritualistic Magic for the final search and inspection. Remember, you must stay at least fifty meters away from us until everything is over, and absolutely do not approach that house!"
Klein paused for a moment, then nodded vigorously and said:
"OK!"
The Sun had completely sunk below the horizon, and the rushing Tussock River was deep and dark.
Dark clouds obscured the Crimson Moon, making the two-story gray-blue house look like Monster lurking in the shadows.
The garden in front of the small building was extremely quiet, without a sound, as if there were no reptiles or life at all.
Klein gazed at the scene, his palms sweating and his body trembling.
He felt that countless terrible things were lurking there, waiting, waiting for a bloody feast.
As he watched, Dunn, Leonard, and Frye, almost blending into the darkness, cautiously approached the target building.
The second floor of the gray-blue house, inside the unlit bedroom.
A young woman with a round face and a gentle, sweet demeanor sat in front of her dressing table, studying the "complex" science of skincare under the dim starlight.
Beside her right hand was a silver mirror, its surface so rough that it barely reflected her image.
Suddenly, a bloody stain appeared on the silver mirror.
Trissy's gentle and sweet expression immediately turned serious. She stood up, walked to the window, and silently looked outside.
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