The Uncanny: The Knowledgeable Returns From Warhammer

Chapter 85 Klein in action
In the middle of the night, the dim stars glowed dying in the sky, and the empty roads of Maple Leaf Street were filled with the strong aroma of food.

The dim candlelight on both sides reflected busy silhouettes one after another on the chaotic windows.

Just like the North District, which is an industrial area, is home to a large number of poor workers, most of the people here are coolies who live on the nearby wharf.

Although it is also located in the East District, compared to the wealthy settlement only two blocks away, the bustling Olsner Street shows a completely different bad environment, which perfectly interprets the difference between heaven and hell.

"Maple Leaf Street doesn't even have a single maple tree..."

Lifting his legs and stepping over the stinky gutter filled with various sundries, Klein suddenly remembered a joke from his previous life.

"It's a pity that there is no technology here, only hard work is left!"

When he shook his head, lowered the brim of his hat in the dark night, and was about to avoid the shack that was almost built on the stinking ditch, he suddenly saw half of the dead tree stump by the faint firelight in the window.

And farther away, next to the tree stumps that look like tombs, the gas street lamps that have been abandoned for an unknown amount of time, and whose tops have rotted away, seem to have turned into one after another, dilapidated tombstones that have been forgotten, watching this ignorant man alone. corner.

"Maple trees, technology, a bustling city, maybe, there used to be a place here..."

The sudden realization of Fu Zhi's heart made Klein stunned in place, but currently he only has Sequence 9, so he can't answer this inexplicable emotion at all.

He could only hesitate on the spot for a long time, then sighed secretly, then untied the citrine pendulum wrapped around his wrist, and murmured to himself:

"Tonight's investigation of the Bloody Hand will be in danger..."

After doing it three times in a row, the pendulum hanging on the wrist began to slowly rotate clockwise, but the range was not large, indicating that a little danger could be tolerated.

After getting the result, Klein, who was not at ease about it, was very cautious, walked four steps backwards on the deserted street, came above the gray fog, and made the exact same divination again.

The results showed that there was no difference from reality, so I let out a long sigh of relief:

"It seems that tonight's actions will not be affected by extraordinary factors. It is not as dangerous as the murder in the dock warehouse last time. Even the results of divination can be disturbed."

Relieved, Klein quickly got out of the gray fog, straightened his clothes, rewound the pendulum around his wrist, turned around along Maple Leaf Street, and turned into an even more messy alley.

After going back for dozens of steps, in front of the house at No. 137, Maple Leaf Street, compared with the messy layout of the external buildings, and the pungent stench from the garbage accumulated in the stinky gutter, the situation here is obviously much better.

Although the low-slung houses still look old, there are no shacks that extend wantonly, and there is no excrement that fills every corner like a mine.

Tuk Tuk Tuk…

Knocking on the boots on his feet, Klein stepped forward and knocked on the door.

After a while, there was a cursing response from the room, obviously the owner of the house's mouth was not as clean as the residence.

It's just that when the door was opened, the cold touch on his forehead and the sound of the gun being loaded made the angry Bill instantly dumbfounded.

At the same time, a hoarse and cold voice without any emotion echoed in his ears:
"Bill Cruz, 43 years old, lives at 137 Maple Leaf Street, Tingen City. He joined the Bloody Hand Party at the age of 26. He was sentenced to 6 years in prison for intentional injury. Given his good performance in prison, he received an 8-month commutation , after being released from prison, she was imprisoned again for being accused of molestation...he was imprisoned three times, and he is still unmarried.”

"Am I right, Mr. Bill."

As soon as the words fell, Klein, who was deliberately hoarse and set up as Gehrman Sparrow, who was about to interrogate the other party, didn't expect that.

Bill Cruz, who has been a gangster for decades and has been imprisoned many times before and after, is supposed to be a ruthless character. His legs went limp, and he knelt down on the ground with a plop, tremblingly begging for mercy:
"First... Mister, I really don't know what Pete the Bloody Hand did. I'm just a small character who looks after the warehouse. The previous few times I was imprisoned for other people's crimes. They gave me some money and I saved it. , ready to retire to the countryside.”

"I've told you everything I know, please let me go!"

Hearing the sound, Klein, who was standing at the door with a gun in one hand, immediately noticed the problem expressed in the other party's words, and immediately suppressed questions like "Has anyone looked for you before?"

He raised his legs and walked into the room, and said in a calm tone, "Then repeat what you said before."

Seeing that the other party didn't ask him to hand over the bloody hand party for compensation, Bill secretly heaved a sigh of relief, nodded repeatedly and said:

"As I said twice before, I'm just a small role guarding the warehouse, and I don't know what the leader of the Bloody Hand Party, Mr. Pete, is planning."

"However, I heard some rumors that some time ago, the infighting among the Razor Gang might have an unknown relationship with the Bloody Hand, and some people said that the new boss of the Razor Gang has rotten teeth and has taken refuge in Pete the Bloody Hand."

"Rush between gangs? On the face of it, this is not directly related to the shooting case at the dock warehouse that I want to investigate the 'commission of the priest'."

After pondering secretly for a while, Klein asked directly, "Do you know about the shooting at the warehouse at the East Wharf?"

"I've heard of it!" Bill trembled all over, and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Although this guy in front of him is not like those people in the previous two times, he felt like he had been tortured when he asked him, but after two tortures, he has already made Bill more docile than a house cat, and all the details he knew Explained everything.

These include that the Bloody Hand rented a lot of vacant warehouses near the pier as early as last year, transformed them into temporary residences with bunk beds, and then registered a service company to attract young girls in Tingen City with great fanfare. Backlund worked.

Some people said that those applicants were eventually sent to Backlund to work as pimps, while others said that they became real maids and lived well in noble mansions.

But all in all, even the Blood Hand members like Bill, who have joined for a long time and usually manage the warehouse, don't know where they went, and those families who have received commissions rarely ask about these things.

It wasn't until the shooting case some time ago, which resulted in the death of the bloody hand leader's deputy on the spot, and the disappearance of Bloody Pete, that this kind of business stopped and was exposed to the eyes of the official transcendent.

After continuing to inquire about some details, Klein cautiously exited Bill Cruz's residence and returned to Maple Leaf Street.

He didn't kill the other party to find the priest to collect the reward, because just as he justified himself, after he was imprisoned, there was indeed a remittance from an unknown source, which was sent to Bill's own account, which was recorded very clearly in the file. .

But Klein is not surprised why the Tingen City Police Department did not continue the investigation. Even if there are shadows under the sun, he is not a partner of justice, at least not for now...

"The death of the deputy, the disappearance of Pete, and the current disintegration of the Bloody Hand, these are no different from the reports provided by the police department after the initial investigation."

As he walked aimlessly, a trace of confusion gradually appeared on Klein's face:
"But the question is where to find Bloody Pete?"

Thinking of this, Klein suddenly took four steps backwards and came back above the gray mist.

The top of the 22 high-back chairs was placed like a giant's residence, and he hung down the citrine pendulum wrapped around his wrist smoothly, thinking silently:

"The whereabouts of the divination bloody Pete will be in danger."

After three times in a row, the windless and automatic pendulum began to rotate slightly clockwise, but the range was not large, proportional to the danger it contained.

Seeing this, Klein took out the paper without hesitation, wrote down the corresponding divination statement, and then lay back with his eyes closed.

The wanton gray-white mist slowly opened before Klein's eyes like a heavy curtain on a theater, revealing the dimly lit and cramped room behind, and the two protagonists of this "drama".

Looking fixedly, one of them was tied to a chair with his head bowed, his hair was disheveled and his face could not be seen clearly, and there were bloody holes in his original white shirt.

On the other side, a beardless young man wearing black trousers and a vest with his cuffs rolled up high, repeatedly picked out various instruments of torture before the long table.

It wasn't until he picked up a pair of small and exquisite pliers and gestured a few times that he nodded in satisfaction, went straight to the other person, and forcibly grabbed the other person's fingers.

Amidst heart-piercing screams, the white-faced, beardless youth threw a piece of bloody nail onto the table behind him, bent down with a smile on his body, and said in an unquestionable tone:

"Mr. Pete, Intis has a proverb called, 'He who knows the current affairs is a hero'!"

"The various instruments of torture at present, I think they will definitely be able to pry your mouth open, so I hope you can cooperate well with us and explain all the details you know clearly. We will not treat you badly!"

"Blood Hand Pete? This time he really became a blood hand."

Klein, who was watching the performance, watched the miserable appearance of the leader of the Bloody Hand Party on the "stage" filled with gray and white mist, and thought in his heart full of doubts:
"He was detained quietly and secretly under the eyes of the official transcendent. Who is interrogating him?"

"What's the relationship with the person who looked for Bill Cruz before?"

(End of this chapter)