Chapter 10 3 Things

After listening carefully, Klein asked a rhetorical question:

"So, you suspect that the Zreal that the detectives saw was someone else's disguise?"

Ian held his brown bowler hat and replied thoughtfully:

"This is a possibility, but I think it's too difficult, so high that you need to bear great risks. The party is at night, and the lights are really not bright. Most of the people who can participate are detectives, detectives with keen observation skills , it is difficult to hide from their eyes only by fakes, beards, cosmetics, etc."

Maybe some kind of extraordinary ability can do it... Just like what "Squirming Hunger" has... Klein's question just now has a small trap. I want to learn from the content of the big boy Ian's answer, the expression on his face and his body. Using the language to judge whether he has contacted Extraordinary people and whether he has a certain understanding of the mysterious field.

The preliminary answer is no.

Ian saw Detective Moriarty nodded slightly, agreeing with his reasoning, so he continued:

"I believe that what those detectives saw was Mr. Zuriel, but he is not free, he is under the strict control of others, and cannot send out a message for help. The reason why he did not respond to my contact is to make me alert , Let me find someone to help rescue him."

"A reasonable explanation." Klein let go of his clasped hands and sat back a little, making himself look more relaxed and more confident.

Ian was silent for more than ten seconds, and said solemnly:

"I would like to entrust you to investigate Mr. Zuriel and confirm his current situation. You just need to confirm."

Considering that the other party is a semi-professional who collects intelligence and news for the detective, Klein intends to make friends, and said with a smile:

"Then how much do you plan to pay? You should be very clear that this matter may be very dangerous."

Ian secretly looked down at the pocket of his old coat, and said after deliberation:

"There are two ways. One is that I will directly give you enough rewards to satisfy you. Afterwards, no matter whether the task is easy or difficult, it will be the same amount, unless you are relatively seriously injured."

"Secondly, I will pay 5 pounds in advance, and after you complete the commission, I will add additional fees depending on the difficulty of the matter, but this will easily cause disputes, even if there is a contract."

Klein pretended to be thinking, and after nearly thirty seconds, he said in a low voice:

"Maybe it can be like this? You pay 5 pounds in advance, and then do three things for me after the task is over. Don't worry, it won't be difficult. It's all within your ability, and it won't make you feel too embarrassed , which can be stipulated in the contract.”

Ian frowned, then stood up immediately, leaned forward, stretched out his right hand and said:

"OK!"

Klein shook hands with him, took out a standard contract that he had prepared long ago from the coffee table, picked up a round-bellied pen, added all the details discussed just now, and pressed his fingerprints for confirmation.

After signing the contract, he gave the big boy Ian a stack of blank paper and watched him write information about Detective Zreal.

After a while, while flipping through the materials, he casually asked:

"If there is an emergency, or if I have confirmed Zreal's condition, how should I contact you?"

Ian pursed his lips and didn't speak for a long time. It wasn't until Klein looked up that he replied a little stiffly:

"No need to contact me, I will show up when the time is right."

Without further words, he took out a stack of thick banknotes from the pocket of the old coat. They seemed to be stacked in strict order of denomination from largest to smallest, very neat.

Ian first took out 3 1-pound banknotes from the bottom, then counted 6 5-soli banknotes, and finally 10 1-soli banknotes.

Seeing that the banknotes were neatly arranged by the other party, and even the portraits of several kings had to face upwards without any mistakes, Klein suddenly felt a little annoyed.

This is the late stage of obsessive-compulsive disorder... He breathed out silently, and accepted the reward pushed by the other party.

According to his visual estimation, Ian's remaining cash will not exceed 3 pounds.

I guess I brought all my savings with me... If I asked for more rewards just now,

Will he run away in the end? He doesn't look like that kind of person, but people can't be judged by their appearance... Klein casually folded the banknotes and stuffed them into his pocket, not caring whether they were neat or not, so he managed to see Ian's expression slightly distorted .

"I will try to complete the investigation as soon as possible." Klein stood up and stretched out his hand, as if to see off the guests.

"Thank you for your help." Ian sincerely thanked him, because the other party gave him a "discounted price".

Watching the big boy who was much more mature than his real age leave, Klein touched his chin and murmured thoughtfully to himself:

"The waters of this matter are very deep."

"Ian never mentioned from the beginning to the end what Detective Zreal is investigating recently, and what kind of information he was ordered to collect..."

"Forget it, how much money is charged, how much is in charge, I just need to confirm Zreal's current situation."

He turned around, walked back to the living room, and took out a copper coin with a denomination of 1/4 penny from his trouser pocket.

when!

As the copper coins rolled upwards, Klein's eyes darkened as he meditated whether there was a mortal factor in this incident.

Then, with his right hand outstretched, he tried to catch the falling copper penny.

when! The coin slipped through his fingertips, fell to the ground, and rolled away for a long time.

This result means that the divination has failed.

"It seems that Ian is hiding more things than I imagined... The information is so lacking that he can't even get vague divination results..." Klein tightened his lower lip, stepped forward, bent down and picked up the copper coins.

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That night, in the early hours of the morning, at No. 138 Qiangwei Long Street in the Backlund Bridge area.

Klein changed into a cheap light blue worker's uniform, and his mouth, chin, and cheeks were covered with black beards. At first glance, he looked rough and barbaric.

He wore a dark peaked cap with the brim pushed down so low that it almost covered his eyes.

This kind of hat originally belonged to the hunters of the Republic of Intis, and it was somewhat different from the traditional deer hunting hat of the Ruen Kingdom, but recently it became popular among the middle and lower classes in Backlund.

Hiding in the shadow of the Intis sycamore tree beside the road, Klein looked at the opposite house with the help of the elegant gas street lamp.

That was Zreal's home.

This detective is from South Wales, and his parents, relatives, and friends are all there. He ventured into Backlund alone, and gradually gained some fame.

He is still a bachelor, and he only hired two temporary maids, the kind who come to clean up every three days, regardless of board and lodging.

At this time, the townhouse he rented had no light at all, and it was pitch black.

Klein untied the silver chain in the cuff of his left wrist, letting the citrine pendant hang down naturally.

"There's danger inside."

"There's danger inside."

...

After seven times in a row, he opened his eyes and saw that the pendulum was rotating clockwise, but the speed was very slow and the amplitude was very small.

"It's dangerous, it's not that big." Klein whispered, reconfirming the tarot cards, self-made charms, holy night powder and other items he was carrying.

After all this was done, he looked around, taking advantage of the stillness of the night, he quickly flashed to the opposite side.

Zreal's house has no porch, no garden, and no lawn. It is directly facing the curb next to the road. Klein walked around to the side, followed the water pipe, and easily climbed to the small balcony on the second floor where he dried his clothes.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a Tarot card, stuffed it into the gap, and opened the door leading to the corridor.

According to the layout of the house drawn by Ian, Klein walked out of Zreal's bedroom almost silently.

He tapped his left teeth lightly, activated his spirit vision, and looked inside through the wooden door.

Spirit vision can see the color of the aura through the barriers of non-spirituality, but this is closely related to his own level. Currently, Klein can observe through wooden doors, but he cannot overcome stone walls, and the scene he sees will not be very clear.

In his line of sight, in the bedroom behind the door, there are three groups of human-shaped auras, with hazy colors, in different positions.

There are always three people in ambush...to catch Ian, or someone else? The bedroom is not big... Klein stood in the darkness, calmly thinking about the results he had observed.

At this time, he suddenly retreated towards the balcony, his steps still very light.

Back on the balcony, Klein took out a silver sheet from his pocket.

This is the "Slumber Charm" he tried this afternoon.

He didn't pray to the Evernight Goddess, but held a ceremony with himself and "fools who don't belong to this era", and then went above the gray mist to respond.

Because this method is difficult to mobilize the power of the mysterious space above the gray mist, Klein can only "respond" with his own spirituality, and the spell he made in the end is worse than normal, but better than the "I use my name" method The kind made, barely enough.

Looking around again, Klein covered his mouth and whispered an ancient Hermes word:

"Crimson."

After feeling the coldness of the spell, he quickly but silently moved to the door of Zreal's bedroom again, while holding the handle, he poured spirituality into the silver sheet.

Squeak! Klein turned the handle cautiously, and quietly pushed the door open a gap.

Immediately afterwards, he threw in the "Slumber Charm" in his hand.

After a short recovery, Klein closed the door again and began to count silently.

"3"

"2"

"1"

He slammed the door open and rolled on the ground.

Because he didn't feel the movement of the three people, Klein stood up, and began to look at the scene in the room with the crimson moonlight shining through the window.

This is a bedroom with a normal layout, with a bed, a row of wardrobes, a desk, a set of small sofas, and a coat rack.

On the other side of the bed lay a man in a black coat. He was fast asleep, sleeping soundly.

In addition, beside Xiaosha and in front of the closet, there was another person, and they both fell into a deep sleep.

After confirming the status of the three people, Klein moved lightly, walked to the head of the bed, bent down and found a few tan shorts.

And according to what Ian wrote, Detective Zuriel is a man with tan short hair.

It should be right... Klein whispered, holding the few fallen threads, came to Xiaosha's place, and sat down slowly. Sitting in the crimson-dyed darkness, he planned to use dream divination to find them. Zreal.

Leaning back against the sandy back, the corners of his mouth turned up, and he made a silent self-deprecating sentence:

"This is reasoning..."

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