Mystery: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 97 Beria Attacks

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East End, a cheap cafe.

Klein successfully sold his bicycle shares at a price of 500 pounds, and when he arrived at the meeting point agreed with the old Kohler, the old Kohler was already waiting there.

On the hands of the middle-aged and elderly man, there is an extra pair of gloves made of cloth. The stitches are fine, and they look like a set with a scarf. You can tell who made them at a glance.

He couldn't help laughing, took off his scarf, took off his hat, sat across from him, took out a stack of 1 soli banknotes and handed it to the other party: "Next week's activity expenses plus the reward for the next message, the total is 1 pound."

Old Kohler's face was obviously much rosier than before, and he took the cash with some embarrassment and said, "The news I gave last time doesn't seem to be too important..."

"No, whether it's important or not depends on who sees it. Many things that you think are insignificant may be the source of other people's money." Klein explained with a smile, "What's going on this week?"

Old Kohler took the stack of banknotes, stuffed them into his pocket, and said in thought: "As before, many people are still looking for believers in 'The Fool', haha, why would anyone believe in 'The Fool'? This is not a good thing call."

…The corner of Klein's mouth moved slightly and said, "Have they made any progress?"

The Aurora Society really perseveres... Klein thought helplessly.

"No, there is no such person at all." Old Kohler shook his head and said instead, "Someone is organizing a strike recently, and they have approached me several times, saying that they want to fight for more reasonable working hours and wages."

"Although Miss Maria successfully expanded the factory and recruited at least 100 more people, more and more people were paraded and unemployed. Alas, I really don't know what to do."

It is a normal thing in this era, but it may lead to quite serious consequences... Klein said thoughtfully, "Pay attention to who is organizing this matter, but don't be too eager, safety first."

"Okay." Old Kohler cleared his throat.

After the old Kohler finished talking about other experiences, Klein briefly taught the other party some tricks of clichés and emergency handling plans in individual scenarios according to the tutorials of the Nighthawks.

"It's time for me to go to the pier, thank you, Detective Moriarty, you let me have a good life again!" Old Kohler picked up the old soft hat on the table, and thanked him sincerely, "Taylor finally made up his mind Buy discounted fabrics to make a new dress for myself, hehe, I haven’t seen her so happy in a long time, thank you, Mr. Detective, thank you so much!”

In his opinion, Mr. Detective not only provided himself with a well-paid job, but also taught him many useful things. Even if the other party no longer needs informants in the future, these skills are enough for him to survive in the East End, especially After he was getting older and unable to do heavy work.

beautiful life?In my opinion, what you currently have is the most basic life of a person... After watching old Kohler walk out of the cheap cafe, Klein sat there in a daze.

Slowly exhaling, Klein took the scarf and hat, and walked out of the cheap cafe.

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Hillston District, outside a somewhat old house.

Klein got out of the carriage, pressed his hat, and went straight to the gate, which is the home of Isengard Stanton.

The great detective wrote to Klein a few days ago, inviting him to come over to discuss a murder case.

Because Klein was busy with the financing of the bicycle project, he euphemistically replied that he was not available recently, and expressed his refusal. Who knew that Isengard Stanton didn't care, saying that the case had entered a dead end, and there would be no more cases in a short time. What a breakthrough, he was very happy to wait for the visit of Detective Sherlock Moriarty, and was very much looking forward to an exchange of sparks of wisdom.

Klein had no choice but to divination out a suitable date for visiting the other party first, and chose the closest one after the negotiation, that is, this afternoon, and wrote back to finalize the matter with the other party.

Jingle, Jingle.

Klein rang the doorbell twice, and ten seconds later, the door creaked open, and Detective Essinger's assistant smiled and said, "Good afternoon, Detective Moriarty, Mr. Stanton is waiting for you in the living room. Do you want coffee or tea?"

Klein looked up at him and said, "Let's have black tea, add less lemon slices."

"No problem." The assistant led Klein into the living room, and pointed to the doorway of the living room, "Sorry, our servants are all temporary, and they just rest today, so I can only trouble you to go there by yourself."

Klein nodded slightly, and walked outside the living room on the first floor.

When he raised his hand and knocked on the door, he suddenly felt something was wrong: I was scheduled to visit Mr. Stanton a few days in advance. How could it happen that all the temporary servants were resting?
Klein narrowed his eyes, reached out and took out a copper penny.

At this moment, the door of the living room opened with a small gap.In an instant, it seemed that some seal was lifted, and a strong smell of blood came out, and got into Klein's nose.

In his sight, the easy chair in the living room was overturned on the ground, stained with a lot of dark red blood, and a book fell beside it with the cover facing up.

With just a glance, Klein seemed to see the scene of the murder.Then the name of that book came into his pupils: "The Legend of Demons in the Sivelas Region".

The devil... Klein was about to make a move when a gust of wind suddenly blew up in the living room, and he quickly pulled the door back.

Bang!

Klein could clearly see the complete scene inside the living room: the charcoal in the fireplace had long been burned out, and there was no longer any red appearance; the coffee table, sofa, chairs, cabinets and other items were dumped and broken, as if they had witnessed a There was fierce fighting; there was a lot of blood on the carpet and walls, and there were a lot of burn marks, but there was not a single body at the scene, not even a stump.

Something happened to Detective Stanton?Klein took a step back abruptly, intending to get out of here first.But almost at the same time, he felt locked by someone.

There is a person who doesn't know where he is hiding, and is staring at him coldly and mercilessly!
Once he makes a mistake in his response, he will immediately encounter a fatal attack!

What is this suitable for visiting Isengard Stanton?Is there something wrong with my interpretation of the revelation?Klein didn't dare to act rashly.

But he wasn't too nervous and flustered, he had already experienced many battles and "performances", and he knew that the most important thing at this time was to be calm.

Da, da, da, Isengard Stanton's assistant came over with a tray on which were placed a tin teapot and two white glazed porcelain cups.

Mr. Assistant froze in place when he saw the scene in the living room.He looked at Klein, his expression suddenly filled with fear, and he said in a word: "You, kill, Stanton, sir..."

Every time he uttered a word, a piece of flesh fell off his face, dripping with blood.When he finished speaking, he was torn apart and turned into a broken corpse, just like it has always been, it has always been in this state, but it was just stitched together.

when!Click!The tin pot and the white-glazed porcelain cup fell to the ground at the same time, or rolled or splashed, and the black tea quickly soaked the surrounding area.

Klein didn't move, just watched all this happen because he felt that he was still being watched.

The guy who made it all seemed to be waiting for him to make a move, and then jumped on him from behind and bit his neck off.

After an unknown amount of time, in the silent and weird stalemate, Klein saw the door of Isengard Stanton's house being opened, and a group of policemen in black and white grid uniforms rushed in.

They found the disgusting and terrifying dismembered corpse on the ground, immediately pulled out their revolvers, and pointed at Klein at the door of the living room.

Facing the black muzzles, Klein relaxed.

The speechless stare, as if pointing a gun at the back of his head, disappeared in this instant!
Klein raised his hands and said with a helpless smile, "I won't say anything until I see my lawyer."

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Knock, knock, lawyer Jurgen knocked on the door of a detached villa with a garden in the Jowood area.

He heard the fluttering of birds somewhere in the garden, but when he looked over he saw nothing.Lawyer Jurgen took a step back and stood on the next step, waiting for the door to open.

Five or six seconds later, the mahogany door with a sense of age was opened a crack, and a smiling, kind-looking young man with a monocle poked his head out from behind the door: "Hello."

"Visitors who don't have an appointment today, what's the matter?"

Jurgen guessed that the young man was an assistant or something, so he replied seriously: "I was entrusted by Sherlock Moriarty to visit Mr. Edward Vaughan. We have cooperated before."

"I see. Please wait a moment." The young man was still smiling and very friendly, but Jurgen still had a straight face.The door was closed vaguely, and half a minute later, it opened again. Standing at the door was the homeowner whom he had met several times, a middle-aged gentleman with black eyes and brown hair, Mr. Edward Vaughan.

Jurgen glanced at his pocket watch, the time was urgent, and Sherlock was still waiting for him at the police station.He skipped the greetings and the steps of inviting him into the house, and said directly in the questioning eyes of the other party: "Long time no see, Mr. Vaughan. Please forgive my sudden visit, Detective Sherlock Moriarty asked me to come to you , he was accidentally involved in a murder case, and I was about to release him on bail, but he said he hoped that I could help bring you there, and he needed your help."

"Sherlock...was involved in a...murder case?" The elder and well-dressed gentleman furrowed his eyebrows deeply, as if it was difficult to connect the two words together, Yul It's not surprising at all. Almost all private detectives are charged with illegal gun possession and illegal burglary. Sherlock has established a long-term cooperation with him precisely because of the particularity of his work.

"Was he murdered by someone else?" asked Mr. seriously.

"I'm not sure." Jurgen replied truthfully.

While it's true this time around, Sherlock should just be an unlucky detective who just happened to be passing by.

"...Okay, I see, I'll pack up and go with you. You know me, sorry, I just remembered now that you seem to be a member of the law firm that cooperates with our editorial department, sorry for my age I have a bad memory and can't remember your name."

"Jurgen Cooper. Just call me Jurgen."

"Okay, Mr. Jurgen, please wait for me a moment."

Edward turned back to the house, gave the young man a few instructions, then took off the light-colored cashmere scarf on the hanger near the door, put on his double-breasted woolen coat, picked up his cane, put on his top hat, and followed Yu Ergen stepped into the cab on the street.

It just so happened that it was not off-duty time, nor was it time for dinner, and there were only the two of them in this rental carriage.

Edward asked softly, "Did Sherlock ask me to do anything?"

Jurgen frowned: "Sorry, he was taken away by the police station. Now he is the main suspect. He can't come to me directly. The police brought his message. I thought you would know something."

"It seems that we are all the people he thinks of in times of crisis." Mr. Edward couldn't help smiling, and slowly straightened his back, sat upright without leaning on the cushion behind the seat, and put his hands on the top of the cane, Exuding a rather majestic and less nervous demeanor, "I believe Sherlock just happened to be involved, he is not the kind of person who would do those evil deeds."

"Yes, I believe him too." Jurgen replied seriously.

Half an hour later, they arrived at the Hisak Bureau of the Backlund Police Department where Klein was temporarily detained.

Since he is currently the biggest suspect, Klein, who was handcuffed to the water pipe and stared at by three or five police inspectors, saw Lawyer Jurgen and Edward coming hand in hand.

Jurgen was already very familiar with the process, and was no stranger to what happened to Detective Sherlock.

Klein sighed and said, "This is really a tragedy. At this time, I should think about what to eat for dinner instead of chatting with the stern-faced police officer."

The most fortunate thing for him today is that due to the investigation by the Aurora Society, he did not carry any Extraordinary items, and his only revolver easily escaped the body search under the "magic" performance.

"How about some cake? Use some sweet taste to soothe your soul." Edward, who was standing by and observing the internal structure of the police station, smiled when he heard this.The lawyer and the bailman arrived, and the inspectors temporarily released Klein's handcuffs, but still stared at him anxiously.

Klein knew that he couldn't get rid of the suspicion, so he understood such "close protection" very well, so he smiled wryly at Edward: "I will think about it, if the cake shop is not closed after this matter is over."

After Klein entered the interrogation room, Edward found an empty seat in the waiting area and sat down.Taking advantage of this free time, he wanted to think about why Klein was looking for him.

Accidentally getting involved in a murder case... A murder case... In a big city like Backlund, there are countless criminal cases that happen every day. It's normal for Klein to be unlucky and just run into one of them. It may not have anything to do with extraordinary abilities. relation.The day before yesterday, Maria in the East District was still reporting to herself the latest situation there. It is still the best breeding ground for sin and pain.Aurora Club?The Aurora Society has not taken any action against him recently. Mr. A is still working hard to catch fools. After cooperating with the Pilgrim Sect, the Aurora Society’s missionary momentum is steadily improving. Every day, many desperate people want to join. Increased the burden of the Aurora Society.

Fortunately, they are still one of the most powerful organizations in the dark side of the Extraordinary World. They eat black and white, control multiple illegal industries, and increase hundreds or thousands of mouths.

So they shouldn't spend too much energy on the task of "finding an evil god", and it's impossible to find Klein's clues.

Because I didn't tell the real creator of this information at all.

Klein was directly detained, not the discoverer or the first witness, which means that there is no second suspect besides him.

What does it have to do with me...

If one had to find one Extraordinary characteristic from oneself, it would be a demon. ...So, could it be Beria?The kid from the Beria family with that dog finally showed his feet?
His pet didn't get promoted in the Beria family's livestock farm, but traveled all the way to Backlund. The plot was not small.It seemed that after he had been silent for nearly two months, he couldn't help himself now to accomplish his real purpose.

Could it be that Klein happened to be at the scene of his murder? This is really... incredible luck.

TBC
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The Beria incident officially begins.

The graduation trip is over: I had a lot of fun, I ate well, and I was tired from walking.Sitting at the station to code now, I will double update it tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)