In a corner of the East Borough.
Drunk and facing the wall, Jean pulled down his pants and began to comfortably tend to the moss.
After he finished solving the problem, someone suddenly patted him on the shoulder.
Jean couldn't help but shiver a few times. He quickly pulled up his pants, turned halfway around, and saw a short boy wearing a canvas jacket and a baseball cap.
The "boy" raised his head, revealing a face that, though filthy, was soft and delicate.
"Hugh? Why are you dressed like this?" Jean blurted out in astonishment.
Xiu raises his index finger and places it to his lips, signaling the other person to be quiet.
Then, she lowered her voice and said:
"I'll ask you a question, you answer it. Keep your voice down."
Overwhelmed by that imposing presence, Jean could only nod in agreement.
"Of the guys Williams knows, who else has died in the last two days?" Hugh asked in a deep voice.
Jean, his mind numbed by alcohol, carefully recalled for a moment and said:
" Gavin! Gavin was found drowned in the Tussock River this morning!"
"He must have fallen in last night. The poor guy can't swim at all and likes to go to the river to get some fresh air after getting drunk."
Hugh's gaze suddenly sharpened, and without hesitation, he pressed on with the question:
"Did Gavin accept Williams ' commission to find the wanted criminal Lanarvus?"
"Of course, we all got this commission from Williams. Anyway, it's not a big deal. We just need to show the sketch to everyone we know and ask them to keep an eye out for anyone who looks like him. Oh, Williams, he also said that if I have any leads, he'll treat me to three days of drinks and three days of meat! That poor guy died in a gas explosion, so, so I absolutely refuse to let the landlord install gas pipes! Uh... that was several months ago. Now I can only afford cheap hotels." Jean rambled on.
"What area is Gavin in charge of? Did he mention anything to you?" Hugh glanced to the side, pursed his lips, and then stared at Jean's face before asking.
"He usually goes to the East Balam Dock area in the Dock Borough. I saw him yesterday evening. He said he went to the Workers' Union Tavern there to spread the word about the search for Lanarvus and showed everyone there a portrait of Lanarvus," Jean said with a burp.
Backlund has many docks, most of which have been designated as Dock Borough and named various "docks".
"And then? Did Gavin say what he was going to do next?" Hugh frowned in confusion and asked again.
"Of course, of course he's drinking! He's planning to have a good drink and then find a place to sleep! Oh, the poor guy must have drunk too much and wanted to take a bath in the river, but he forgot he can't swim, and it's almost winter!" Jean sighed again with regret.
This... Gavin didn't find anything. He just went to the Workers' Union Tavern at East Balam Dock to hand out "flyers" looking for Lanarvus, and then he was murdered, which also implicated Williams... The killer's reaction can't be described as excessive; he's downright Lunatic...
If I were Lanarvus, the best and simplest option would be to immediately move to another place and avoid the search, unless, unless he gets caught up in something and can't leave for a long time... But it's not just me looking for him, there are many bounty Hunter too. Can he kill Williams, can he kill so many people? If he's so capable, he should go and wipe out the entire Sivellaus Yard that issued the warrant!
Hugh felt she couldn't understand this at all, just as she couldn't accept Williams ' death.
Ultimately, she decided to first report the problem to Miss Audrey, then disguise herself and go to the Workers' Union Tavern at East Balam Dock, observing without asking any questions, to see if there were any suspicious people.
Cherwood Borough, Ries Police Station.
Klein was once again squeezed onto a long bench with a backrest by the thieves and drunks.
What bad luck... I ran into a police checkpoint and couldn't even change my route in time. It's all that damned Serial Killer's fault! Klein cursed the guy while thinking about how to hide the talismans and inexplicable herbal powder on his body to avoid the upcoming body search.
He tried to put all these things in black gloves, then find an opportunity to slip them into a hidden spot in the police station, and retrieve them when he left.
Just then, his eyes lit up as he saw Jurgen Cooper, a young Lawyer with neatly combed hair and dressed formally as if he were going to a banquet, walking over accompanied by a police officer.
"You can go and sign this and then leave," Jurgen said with his usual serious expression.
"Is that all?" Klein asked in surprise.
Jurgen nodded slightly and said:
"Yes, they know you're a famous Detective."
What was the reason? Klein didn't dare to ask any more questions. He immediately got up and followed Jurgen, who was wearing a long black woolen suit, to sign the papers and leave at a leisurely pace.
Unlike the weather when he was led out of the police station last time, there was no rain this time, only thick clouds and fog that obscured the red moon and stars, and the streets were illuminated only by the gas streetlights on both sides.
"Thank you so much! I'm sorry to trouble you again!" Klein quickly took two steps and came to Jurgen's side.
Jurgen, without a smile, turned his head and looked at him, saying:
"No need to thank me, it's my job."
"2 pounds."
"..." Klein carefully examined the other person, then smiled and said, "Okay."
His wallet was quite full recently, and he immediately took out two £1 notes.
Jurgen accepted the payment without ceremony, saying:
"If you're willing to establish a formal working relationship, then I'll only charge you £1 each time you come to the police station. Of course, this doesn't apply to serious cases. You must understand that a large portion of the fees I collect goes to the firm."
"You're making it sound like I'll be constantly being called to the police station for 'tea'... Bah! They don't even offer tea, not even a cup of water!" Before Klein could reply, Jurgen's Lawyer added:
"For a private Detective, going in and out of the police station is something that happens every now and then; it's part of the job."
"Yes, I'm well aware that every private Detective has issues such as illegal possession of firearms and illegal trespassing."
"You handled this very well. The police couldn't find enough evidence to prove you were illegally possessing a gun, and the explanation that you had gunpowder residue on your body was quite convincing. The name 'Cragg Club' was enough to convince them; otherwise, you might very well be facing a magistrate's court."
"Therefore, you are not a suspect, but a good citizen who voluntarily turned in the gun after finding it. You do not need to be searched."
Okay... but I lost a revolver and the corresponding bullets, several pounds, plus Lawyer fees... Klein forced a smile and said:
"I understand, Lawyer Jurgen. Let's establish a formal working relationship."
Jurgen twitched the corners of his mouth, and with a very professional smile, extended his hand:
"It's a pleasure doing business with you."
"I sincerely hope to see you rarely in the police station."
This is not something I can decide... Klein gave a self-deprecating laugh.
Back at 15 Minsk Street, Klein calmed himself down by taking a hot bath.
But just then, he heard once again the illusory, layered voices of supplication, faintly emanating from a woman.
"Miss Justice "? Is there a lead on Lanarvus's matter this time? Klein suddenly sprang up from the bathtub, quickly dried himself, put on his clothes, and entered the Gray Fog.
Gazing at the ever-expanding and contracting crimson star, he felt a surge of Spirituality and chose to listen:
" The Fool That Doesn't Belong to This Era..."
"My esteemed the Fool, there has been a problem with Lanarvus's investigation..."
For some reason, the " Justice " man wearing a white coat recounted the entire story of the explosion on Dharavi Street in the East Borough and Gavin's accidental drowning.
As a novice " Mind Reader," she refrained from adding her own guesses, lest she influence Mr. The Fool's judgment.
After listening carefully, Klein frowned, feeling that the killer's reaction was unimaginably excessive.
Unlike " Admiral Hurricane " Qilangos, as a con artist, Lanarvus's professional instinct was to immediately move to another location upon sensing trouble. He had no reason to pursue and kill those who were looking for him.
By that standard, 80% of the bounty Hunter in the East Borough would have to die, which would cause a sensation and lead to the Nighthawks, Mandated Punishers, or the Machinery Hivemind Squad taking over the cases!
Hmm... Did the benefits Lanarvus received in that ritual where he prayed to the " True Creator " to send offspring drive him mad? That's very much in line with the " True Creator's" style... But the problem is, it's hard for a Lunatic to hide himself, except for potential ones... Klein fell into thought, not in a hurry to respond to Miss " Justice ".
He had read the newspaper and knew about the explosion, so he used Dream Divination to recall the details.
Immediately afterwards, he wrote down a new Divination statement:
"Clues to the Dharavi Street bombing."
As he silently recited the mantra, he leaned back in his chair and Dream Divination, where he saw a three-story gray-blue apartment building.
On the third floor of the apartment building, some rooms had lost windows, and half of the walls had collapsed, leaving behind numerous traces of the explosion.
The image shattered rapidly, Klein awoke, tapping his fingers lightly on the edge of the long table, muttering to himself:
"The clues were at the crime scene?"
"... This revelation could also mean that the murderer is still watching the crime scene, wanting to eliminate anyone who comes to investigate."
"Hmm... this gives him a chance to find the person who recently issued the bounty on Lanarvus."
"I'll disguise myself and take a walk around the area, not entering the crime scene, but just to see if I can find the murderer. Even if he's not Lanarvus, he must have some connection, and I can use that to find Lanarvus."
"But he must be hiding very well. How can I find him without attracting his attention?"
In a flash, Klein's gaze fell upon the Eye of All-Black on the bronze table, Beyonder Characteristic left behind by " Marionettist " Rosago.
In the real world, I can't use this item to Manipulation those strange threads because of the residual spiritual pollution from the True Creator. Excessive contact would cause irreversible damage. But if it's just for a short time, to find the hidden person through the threads, I can still bear it, just like when I used it to confirm whether the bodyguard had left or not... Klein narrowed his eyes, took off the pendulum, and performed a Divination to predict the danger of this trip.
The answer is yes, but the rotation amplitude is not large and the speed is not fast.
"Acceptable..." Klein remained silent for a few seconds before returning to the real world.
Then, using his own method of summoning himself, he placed the Eye of All-Black into a metal cigarette case and took it back to his bedroom.
After changing his clothes and putting on a beard, Klein, fully prepared, stood in front of the full-length mirror and examined himself.
The faint scholarly air was completely obscured by his full beard, and his brown eyes resembled ancient pools, seemingly concealing and sealing something deep within.
Klein almost didn't recognize himself compared to when he was in Tingen City.
He stretched out his fingers, then clenched them into a fist. Looking in the mirror, he said in a low, hoarse voice:
"Captain, this is the first step in avenging you and me."
Before he could finish speaking, he saw himself grinning in the mirror, revealing a bright smile.