Lord of the Mysteries

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The wheels were pressed against the track, the horses dragged the car, heavy but steady, and quickly left the street where nothing happened.

Klein held his cane normally, until the rail-riding public carriage passed two stations, and then got off the train in advance, and walked halfway around, slowly returning to the place where the demon giant dog was killed.

He is not looking for the extraordinary characteristics of the other side. The top power of the church cannot be ignorant of this matter. It must have been taken away. He is not the source of scorn before the investigation. It has been so long, on the streets. When the carriage is driving, people come and go, and there will be any clues left, even if they are divined, they will definitely not get the answer.

Klein's goal is to look at the subtle details that remain around the street, to explore the characteristics of the seal that creates a strange battle environment, and to prepare for possible future encounters.

This is the role of the "magician"... He walked under the gray sky and walked on the edge of the street separated by gas lamps, silently sighing.

The reason why he had to wait for two stops to get off the bus and return around the distance was to worry about the official extraordinary who had secretly cleaned the battlefield at that time. If you could not meet them, try not to meet.

Dressed in a decent, holding a cane, Klein hanging with a gold bracelet at the placket for a certain period of time, finally returned to the "Devil's Giant Dog Death Scene", but there is no corresponding trace residue on the street, and the pedestrians are obviously not I know that there has been a fierce battle in the past.

"That seal is really amazing, it is more powerful than large-scale hypnosis." Klein turned on the vision and made his footsteps slower, just like a gentleman who came out for an outing instead of doing things.

After such a circle turned down, he spent more than half an hour, but he did not get any gains, but the target block was no abnormality.

However, Kline’s inspiration is still aware of something, that is, scope and boundaries.

“When I enter the neighborhood and leave from the other direction, I have a subtle illusory feeling that seems to move from one world to another, that is, the seal can affect at least one block. It's not clear, um, you can also confirm that it only works for the extraordinary.” Klein stood outside the target street, thoughtfully down, and then returned again, looking for a home is still worthwhile. In the cafe, I ordered a cup of Southwell coffee and sat down by the window.

As he sipped the fragrant liquid, he looked at the increasingly busy streets outside and watched as time went by, whether there would be other changes here.

It is a pity that what he expected did not happen.

Of course, he is not completely unproductive, at least he confirmed that "the magician does not do unprepared performances" is indeed one of the rules played.

He felt that the subtle sedimentation of the body had a very light sway.

After the evening, Klein stopped observing and re-taken the rail public carriage back to Minsk Street.

At this point, the gas street lights on both sides of the road have all been illuminated, with a blue fire light illuminating the slightly wet concrete floor and a leafy tree with yellow leaves and withered leaves.

Klein took a cane and walked outside the home of Jurgen’s lawyer and strolled to the house on the 15th.

Walking and walking, he suddenly thought of one thing, that is, the ingredients in the family have been used up, so it is impossible to make dinner like this!

The amount is to go to the butcher shop food store fruit shop, or to find a restaurant to fill the stomach? Klein hesitated, and finally decided to steal a lazy tonight, eat ready-made.

Although many dishes in this world are quite simple to make and very fast, there is no such thing as cooking for one hour and eating for five minutes. However, it still needs some labor, and you have to brush your own dishes and wash your knife. .

After touching the wallet, Klein turned around and went to the memory in the direction of the restaurant.

He once again passed the home of Jurgen’s lawyer.

After Jurgen stood behind the open convex window, he looked at the Moriati detective with a "confusing" expression and raised the volume:

"Mr. Moriarty, you, I mean, have you forgotten the key? Or, is the key gone?"

Why do you want to say it again? Klein replied:

"No, not."

Jurgen is very serious in the beginning:

"Is that still coming to my house?"

"Wait for dinner, the sky is all black and then go back."

... Klein hesitated for a second and smiled:

"It's my honor."

When he entered the door, the black cat Brody was washing his paws in the corner, and Jurgen didn't have much chills and entered the kitchen.

Wait until Klein hangs his coat and hat, puts a black cane, walks into the restaurant step by step, has food on the table, and has black meat and soy mashed potatoes.

He is not surprised by this. The grandmother of Jurgen’s grandmother, Mrs. Doris’s cooking style after she was old, is not good, but delicious enough.

She is a chef... Klein sits opposite Jürgen and smiles coldly:

"You are preparing to dine?"

"Yes, before eating, I used to look at the scenery outside, let my thoughts spread without boundaries." Jurgen laid a napkin and picked up the knife and fork.

Klein looked around in confusion:

"Mrs. Doris?"

Jurgen sighed and replied solemnly: "The weather is getting colder and colder, and the old problems in her lungs have appeared again, and I have to go to the hospital for a while."

"May God bless her." Klein did not skillfully draw the triangular emblem of the Church of the Steam and Mechanical God on the chest.

Then he cut the steak and forked it for the entrance.

At this time, he suddenly thought of a problem and was busy saying:

"So, is this your dinner?"

"Of course, it was done a few minutes ago." Jurgen replied succinctly.

Not the chef's craftsmanship of Mrs. Doris, then this sale... Klein's mouth twitched and endured the fear in her heart, still biting the small piece of meat on the silver fork and slowly chewing it up.

His brow wrinkled a little, and eventually forcibly swallowed the food, and his face squeezed a smile:

“Why are you ready two in advance?”

"One is to be taken to the hospital and give it to my grandmother." Jurgen looked up at Klein and didn't think there was anything wrong with it. "Wait for another one."

"...It turned out to be like this." For politeness, Klein secretly took a breath and solved the food in front of him with a battle-like posture.

By the time he finished eating, there was still a small half left in Jürgen. The senior affairs lawyer temporarily put down the knife and fork, picked up the tall glass next to him, drank the red wine, and asked without any expression:

"how do you feel?"

“What dish do you like the most?”

"I know that there is still a big gap between me and my grandmother's craft, but it should not be too exaggerated."

Mr. Lawyer, I suspect that in addition to facial nerve disorders, there are problems with taste... Can you not know yourself correctly? Klein took a smile and moved his head and left:

"White bread is not bad."

"That was bought by Dodge Bakery." Jurgen re-embeded his head and solved the remaining food.

After drinking the remaining red wine, he thought:

"Detective Moriarty, I want to commission a thing, very simple commission."

"What?" Klein kept drinking.

The mashed potato was too salty!

"My grandmother will be in the hospital recently. I sometimes don't come back for the case, so Brody will have to go hungry." Jurgen looked at the black cat. "I want to ask you if I don't come back." At the time, feed Brody, clean up its toilet, play with it for a while, it likes others to scratch its chin, um, every night at 10 o'clock, if my home has no lights, a dark, you can come in, every 2 Soul until my grandma came home."

Klein saw a serious and serious expression on the face of the serious old-fashioned lawyer Jurgen, so he looked up and down:

"A very simple task, relatively rich rewards, I have no reason to refuse."

While talking, he looked at the black cat Brody and smiled at it.

Black cat Brody slowly turned his body and took his back to him.

Klein's smile could not help but stiffen his face.

............

The full-fledged Klein left the Jürgen home and slowly walked back to the house he rented on the street where the night had completely fallen.

At this point, the people who have finished their work have arrived home, are enjoying their own dinner, there are few people on the road, and there are not many carriages, quite quiet.

Walking under the light of the gas streetlight, Klein is getting slower and slower to go back without any urgent desire. The same is true of the black shadow beside his feet.

When passing by Samuel's house, he passed through the convex window and saw the light inside, the figure back and forth, the voice of conversation and laughter looming.

And just at 15 Minsk Street next door, it was dark and silent.

Klein sighed, speeding up, picking up the keys and opening the door.

Before entering, he habitually read the letter box and found that he was lying inside.

Who sent it? Klein took out the letter and glanced at the light of the street light.

No postage stamps... The handwriting is like Essinger Stanton... He nodded slightly, entered the house and closed the door, and opened the light and broke the letter.

In the letter, the big detective Essinger said:

"... I am happy to tell you that the murderer has been found and killed on the spot."

“The police department thinks that our work can be rewarded at least by half. This week, I should be able to send it to me. By then, I will invite you and other friends to come and share this reward.”

......

Is Essinger receiving the news so soon? His relationship with the Beckland police department is very deep... Well, no postage stamps indicate that he was directly looking for someone to send him. The postal system of the Kingdom of Lun is not so efficient, and the letter sent in the afternoon is possible. It’s coming at night? Klein gave a sigh of relief, put down the letter, and was ready to go out.

The serial killings were broken, and the situation in Bakerland eased. He could try to do something.

For example, go to the brave bar to find Casper, contact Maric, see the extraordinary person who manipulates the living body and Miss Sharon there are books in the field of occult.

If I guess well, they should be the deceased of the Rose School. They were officially organized before, and certainly know a lot of occult knowledge, and I have enough money to buy now! Klein touched his wallet and thought about it with some expectation.

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