Upon hearing the familiar scene description, Audrey was almost certain that it was done by Mr. The Fool's Blessed.
She immediately felt a strong sense of identification, participation, and pride.
That was a human trafficker with hands full of blood and sin... The " Judgement " card indicates that he is being given a Justice Judgement, and the verdict will be hanging, beheading, or burning at the stake? The "Emperor" card should be a symbol of identity... Is this the one Blessed sneaked into the Kingdom Museum and stole the " Black Emperor " card? For a moment, Audrey's mind wandered.
She had intended to press for more details and a more thorough account of what had happened, but from her father Earl Hall's expression, tone, and emotional state, she realized he was still unaware of what had occurred. She suppressed her doubts and curiosity and decided to inquire with her friend Cons Lielsen, who worked for Military Intelligence Section 9.
Although directly asking Cons would fit my image in this regard, it would still feel somewhat abrupt and slightly contradict my aristocratic status. Hmm... I'll have Annie prepare a few afternoon tea invitations and send them to Glaint, Cons, Murray, Christine, and Jane... Most of them are interested in the occult and will be familiar with the title " Black Emperor," the chivalrous thief. With my guidance, they can help me ask many questions that I wouldn't feel comfortable asking otherwise... That's settled then... Audrey withdrew her attention and began to enjoy her breakfast in small bites.
She believed that Mr. The Fool's Blessed wouldn't target Capim purely to punish evil, as that wouldn't fit his identity. Of course, if it were Audrey, who had just Tarot Club a few months ago, she would have accepted a similar explanation; otherwise, she wouldn't have chosen the Justice card as her symbol.
After attending numerous gatherings and experiencing many things, she felt she had matured a lot and was no longer so naive. She believed that there must be more crucial and essential factors hidden in this matter, such as which evil god or Concealment organization Capim was involved with.
Hopefully, Cons can provide some useful information... Audrey thought expectantly.
At 15 Minsk Street, Klein ate a white bread spread with jam while flipping through today's newspaper.
"What? A safe?" He almost blurted out, nearly choking on his own words as he stared at it.
"No, I didn't, don't talk nonsense..." Klein immediately used a triple rebuttal in his mind to deny that he had stolen all the valuables from the safe.
The situation was urgent, and in order to obtain clues, although he found the safe, he only went inside to check if there were any important documents or evidence. He did not take any valuables and quickly left, moving to another room.
Of course, Klein in his spirit form was also injured in the gas explosion, which reduced the total weight of the items he could carry. Capim's safe only contained gold bars, jewelry, land deeds, house deeds, and antiques, which were either inconvenient to take or impossible to get rid of.
Perhaps he had a special place to keep cash, but unfortunately I didn't come across it, nor did I have time to look for it... Klein muttered silently, confirming that it was some subsequent investigators who had divided up all the valuables in the safe.
He glanced at the newspaper, took a sip of Xibe black tea, slowly exhaled, and smiled to himself:
"The ' Black Emperor ' thief... I like that title..."
After breakfast, Klein put on his heavy double-breasted tuxedo, took his top hat and black sturdy cane, Door Opening and left Minsk Street, heading towards Broken Axe Lane on the eastern edge of the East Borough.
That's where Daisy disappeared.
After finalizing the plan yesterday, before putting it into action, he deliberately went to Broken Axe Lane to carefully look for clues and knocked on the doors of many houses in the vicinity, asking them if they had seen a girl who looked like Daisy.
Although Klein believed that the official Beyonder took over the case wouldn't think that a poor and destitute family could afford to hire a "Robin Hood" with at least Sequence 6 strength, and would most likely focus their investigation on the Concealment involved with Capim, supplemented by peripheral checks such as "who has recently inquired about Capim," he still cautiously decided to play the part as convincingly as possible from the start. What if some law enforcement officer had a brain fart and decided to conduct a preliminary investigation in this area?
Some families might have some savings and be able to afford other Detective. I'm just a kind-hearted person who took over yesterday, so the probability of me being suspected is extremely low. As long as I'm not suspected, there won't be any comparison to my performance in the last Lanarvus case... Besides, last time it was the Nighthawks who were dispatched, assisted by a special military department. This time in the Cherwood Borough, it should be the Mandated Punishers took over, so communication between them won't be as smooth... Hmm, Kitty and Parker are on the " Arbiter " route, so I wonder if the military will get involved... As a former Nighthawks, Klein has a good understanding of the behavior patterns, working styles, and investigative habits of several official organizations.
Simply put, I possess excellent counter-surveillance capabilities... Klein chuckled self-deprecatingly and boarded the carriage.
He was going to continue investigating Daisy's disappearance.
Because he was just an ordinary private Detective who hadn't yet confirmed that Daisy's disappearance was related to Capim.
At nine o'clock in the morning, Daisy returned to her rented, dilapidated apartment, accompanied by police officers responsible for the surrounding neighborhood.
Last night, she was placed in various churches in the Cherwood Borough along with other equally pitiful girls and questioned about the circumstances of their escape, what they saw when they looked back, where they lived, their family situations, any friends they knew that seemed a little too familiar, and so on.
Still in a state of panic and lingering fear, Daisy answered the questions truthfully.
After that, no one contacted her again.
She slept through the night and was taken to the East Borough in the early morning, where she was handed over to the vicious policeman she often saw.
Daisy remained silent the entire way, feeling somewhat apprehensive. She only felt a little more at ease once she entered her own apartment building.
She had just stepped into the room, and before she could even find her mother and sister through the hanging wet clothes, she heard a scream:
" Daisy!"
Freja put down her work and, like a nimble deer, dodged the clothes in mid-air and the debris on the ground, quickly ran to the door and hugged her sister tightly.
Then, she let go, tears streaming down her face, and looked Daisy up and down with a mixture of surprise and worry:
Are you alright?
"Great, you're finally back!"
Liv also stood up from behind the washbasin, wiped her hands on her clothes, and said while rubbing her eyes:
Daisy, where have you been these past few days?
At this moment, the policeman interjected:
"She had been kidnapped, but we rescued her."
"Thank you, thank you so much! You are so, so amazing!" Liv cried, using adjectives incoherently.
The policeman coughed twice and said:
"This is our duty... Have you encountered any strange people in the last few days?"
Liv paused for a second, thinking that it was better to have one less thing to do and not want to add any more trouble, and said:
No, really no.
The policeman waved his hand and said:
"Be more careful next time! Don't take deserted paths!"
Unable to bear the dampness and the mixed smells, he immediately turned and left.
Liv looked at her youngest daughter again, strode over to her side, wiped her hands on the side, and hugged Daisy tightly.
"It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back..." she murmured through her tears, without asking Daisy if she had been hurt.
Daisy immediately relaxed and began to sob.
Freja, who was standing next to her, also burst into tears, reaching out her hands to hug her mother and sister respectively.
The mother and her two daughters cried for a while, then let go of their inhibitions.
Liv wiped her eyes again and said:
"First, starch and wash the clothes; there's still a lot left."
Daisy, who had just been rescued, nodded and quickly threw herself into her busy work.
It wasn't until noon, when they were munching on black bread and drinking water that was barely even tea, that Liv finally had a chance to ask:
Daisy, are you hurt?
Daisy shook her head and said:
They hit me a few times.
"That's wonderful! The police rescued you? A kind Detective offered to help look for you for free yesterday, and you're back today. Oh, your vocabulary book is still with him," Freja said casually.
Liv, already prepared, added, "I'll ask Old Kohler to get it back, and tell the Detective you're home so he doesn't have to bother with this anymore. Anyway, we should thank him again."
Daisy put aside her worries and began to answer her sister's question:
"No, it wasn't the police. There was a sudden explosion, and the door that was locked was strangely opened. We just ran out like that, but we saw a gentleman or lady standing on the roof."
He was dressed in black armor, wearing a crown-like helmet and a cloak, and just watched us silently. None of the broken ones tried to stop us or chase us.
As a "mentor" at the free school, Daisy's vocabulary was significantly richer than her mother Liv's.
"Someone dressed like that saved you?" Liv asked in surprise, while Freja waited curiously for the answer.
Daisy nodded seriously and said:
Yes, he is like, like the bard's description...
"Hero!"
Hero... Freja chewed on the word, her eyes shining like the Star.
In a secluded room, a group of people carefully compared the Lanarvus and Capim cases, looking for commonalities in motives and methods, using the distributed materials.
"The two things are completely unrelated. The only thing they have in common is that evil, or rather sin, was defeated, and the owner of the Tarot cards upheld Justice," someone remarked.
"What's certain is that the two attacks were not committed by the same person, their strengths were clearly different, and their specialties were even more different. Although this could be due to an increase in their own spiritual Sequence, the murderer in the Capim case is Evil Spirit, or rather, capable of switching between spiritual states, which is not common." The other person's analysis was largely accepted.
Therefore, the convener concluded:
"Two cases, two different people, and both involved the use of tarot cards. Perhaps the latter was imitating the crime, which would allow us to focus our investigation on those who knew about the Lanarvus case. Another possibility is that there is an organization involved!"
"An organization symbolized by tarot cards!"
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