Bridge South District, the intersection of Xianglan Street and Tuttle Street.

A few days ago, a shocking and tragic accident occurred here. The fresh lives of a family of four in the carriage disappeared and withered. The carriage lost control and crashed into a poverty relief station at the intersection, killing several volunteer workers and poor people.

The casualties of residents.

This neighborhood, which has a standard cross-road layout, became particularly deserted due to the accident.

Several shops along the street near the poverty relief station have closed their doors tightly, seeming to have entered an indefinite period of closure for rectification. Only a bouquet of small, dried white flowers is placed quietly by the roadside to mourn the deceased in silence.

The passers-by all looked like they were in a hurry. No one wanted to stay longer at this intersection cursed by the devil, as if they were afraid that the misfortune and bad luck shrouded here would wrap around their body, strangle their throats, and be dragged into those...

A brutal death that makes no sense.

When Klein arrived at the scene of the recent accident, he only saw two men wearing coats and coats with different looks and appearances from the pedestrians around him. They were obviously acquaintances walking together, and one wore a hat with brims on the front and back.

One of them was wearing a deerstalker hat, and the other was wearing a round felt hat. They were standing under a streetlight some distance away from the intersection, talking about something, and from time to time they pointed towards the street with a capped pen in their hand.

In the still warm wind on Sunday morning, Klein frowned silently as he walked slowly along the street, alone with the pungent smell wafting from the nearby factory area.

You made a mistake, you should have put on a mask...

He withdrew his gaze and no longer paid too much attention to the two detectives who were most likely traveling together. He was about to take out the map and notepad and walk into the intersection area to start his own investigation, but suddenly he intuitively sensed a line of sight from the side and rear with the intention of looking at it.

With his sight, the premonition ability of the "Joker" potion automatically sketched the corresponding picture in his mind:

A middle-aged man in a black coat and a half-top hat was holding a newspaper and sitting on a bench in a nearby park. Only a pair of aged eyes with deep wrinkles in the corners were revealed from the upper edge of the newspaper. From time to time, he glanced at the pedestrians approaching the intersection.

to observe.

...Which church belongs to the Extraordinary? An official monitoring the situation at the intersection where the crime occurred?

Klein instinctively considered this situation and began to recall the signs on the map. He quickly confirmed from memory that the church organization that manages the southern area of ​​the bridge is the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery. And just a few blocks away in the St. George District,

It is St. Hilaryn's Church, the headquarters of the Steam Church in Backlund, whose status is almost equal to that of the Second Holy See.

Of course, this is just a metaphor - the Steam Church was deeply influenced by the Industrial Revolution of Emperor Russell the Great. The real headquarters of the Holy See is naturally located in the Republic of Intis, the capital Trier.

After making a quick judgment in his mind, he continued to take out the map and notepad from his pocket without any abnormality on his face, but restrained his intention to take off the silver pendulum chain and began his field investigation.

Klein, who had completely assumed the identity of a detective, showed off his natural and realistic acting skills. He turned on his spiritual vision and walked around the intersection for two or three times before approaching the pair who also noticed him. He interacted with the two of them in the reserved and friendly manner of the Loen people.

Let's talk.

As expected, after he announced his identity as a new private detective, the young and middle-aged men wearing deerstalker hats and yarmulke hats looked at him with a certain understanding in their eyes.

a similar sense of recognition.

"As expected, you also want to solve the mysteries behind these unsolved cases...or are you attracted by the bounty offered by the police for clues?" the young detective wearing a deerstalker hat said with a friendly smile.

The middle-aged gentleman next to the young detective shook his head and expressed a less optimistic view:

"It is not easy to get clue bonuses from those stingy people. We have submitted several deduced clues and prisoner profiles before, but they were rejected on the grounds of 'lack of evidence'."

After chatting with the two local detectives for a while on the topic of detective work, the observational gaze from others finally stopped and no longer circled around him from time to time. Klein knew that he had passed this level and was caught by that.

A suspected official intelligence officer initially eliminated the suspects.

But it’s better not to take out the pendulum in public, to avoid doing anything that might be suspected of being an extraordinary person... Well, I didn’t see any special spirits or abnormalities in the surrounding area with my spiritual vision, and there must be no special spirits or abnormalities in the huge Backlund diocese.

There will be no shortage of extraordinary people who are good at divination and ritual magic. Since they have still not been able to catch the person responsible for the crime, it means that the on-site divination has not been able to obtain much valuable information...

With this in mind, he wisely expressed his plans to the two detectives who expressed his intentions tactfully, saying that he wanted to hang around here to test some of his guesses.

After a friendly exchange of business cards, the two detectives who came together said goodbye and left to continue investigating the personal commission at hand. The two people who nominally belonged to Green Detective Agency said that the reason why they came to Nanjing today was

I came to this intersection in the district just because I had to do some preliminary investigation somewhere nearby. I remembered the "crossroads tragedy" that happened a few days ago, so I stopped by to see the situation.

After regaining solitude, Klein nodded secretly in his heart, and wrote down the environmental characteristics of the crime scene on the blank page of his notepad with a natural expression, his thoughts after discussing with his two fellow detectives, and observed the intersection a few more times before finishing.

With a good notepad and pen, I walked towards the second place I circled on the map as if taking a walk.

Along the way, he saw a young woman holding a white bouquet with her head bowed deeply. She walked towards the intersection of Pandan Street and Tuttle Street accompanied by her male companion. He could faintly hear inconspicuous sobbing.

The sound came from the heavy and sad atmosphere.

He put away his relaxed and optimistic mood, slowed down unconsciously, and sighed silently in his heart.

It would be great if the real culprit behind the "Crossroads Massacre" could be caught as soon as possible.

Klein shook his head slightly, took a deep breath, and walked towards the street he passed last Tuesday evening.

After finishing lunch and running to the third crime scene, Klein opened his pocket watch and saw that the hour hand had quietly pointed to two o'clock in the afternoon.

Today's field trip made him clarify the official church's attitude towards the case - almost every intersection in the South District and Qiao District, even at intersections where no cases have occurred, are suspected of being extraordinary.

, or the official informant's manpower was hiding in a nearby shelter, monitoring the situation at the intersection, showing a prepared situation.

Obviously, the horrific tragedies that have occurred again and again in these two areas have deeply hurt the dignity and face of the church. I am afraid that in the past few days, whether it is the Nighthawks, the Punishers or the Machinery Heart Team,

They should all be living very nervously, not daring to let go of any clues that might be related to the real culprit behind the scenes...

Klein inadvertently thought of his former Nighthawks teammates who did not need long sleep, and of his informant in Greenhull Lunatic Asylum, Dr. Dust Guderian. Now that he realizes that he is "dead", he is the only one who knows him.

The captain who is the informant of the Nighthawks is no longer in Tingen City, and this information channel has been completely cut off... Haha, I have clearly digested the "Joker" potion, but I can't help but deliberately recall this kind of thing. Could it be that

Is it a bad habit left over from acting?

Thinking half self-deprecatingly, he raised the corners of his mouth with a bright smile, put the notepad recording the investigation information into his pocket, walked to the subway station in St. George District, bought a second-class ticket and returned to Jorwood District.

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According to the predetermined arrangement and the information he had investigated in advance, Klein walked out of the subway station and went straight to a law firm that was said to have a good reputation and was open as usual on Sundays, preparing to find someone to entrust him to draft a professional investment contract.

After describing in detail his needs for investing in the inventor Leppard, he only waited a moment before receiving a reasonable and appropriate contract from the lawyer who introduced himself as Ivy Simmons, and paid for it.

The consultation fee was £2.55.

"If there is another opportunity for cooperation next time, you may consider writing directly to my personal contact information," the young lawyer in a formal black dress smiled steadily and handed the business card to Klein, "This way you don't have to pay more.

That part is paid to the agency’s agency fee.”

…Wait a minute, you still have to pay an agency fee when you come to the firm for entrustment? You didn’t tell me earlier… So why didn’t I go to the neighbor’s lawyer Jurgen…

Klein came back to his senses and felt a little regretful, but now he couldn't say any more regretful excuses, so he had to forcefully put on a fake smile and accept the business card from the other party's hand.

After leaving the law office, he walked towards Minsk Street while thinking about his arrangements for the evening and tomorrow.

Just before he reached House No. 15, Klein suddenly stopped and came face-to-face with the uninvited guests standing in front of his house.

His gaze only paused briefly before he glanced past the patrolman standing in the lead and glanced at the two black coats with darker skin and eye sockets that were relatively sunken compared to the Loen people, confirming their plateau origins.

He was from the same plateau as Meursault, the dead "executor" of the Zimang Party.
Chapter completed!