Chapter 12 Guiding Without Trace

Klein didn't touch Zreal's body, and just walked backwards out of the forked road.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

There was a sudden sound in the distance, echoing continuously in the empty and deserted sewer.

Klein listened attentively for a few seconds, then decisively retreated along the dirty concrete roads on both sides of the Sewage River to the exit.

For him, there is no need to take risks that do not involve himself.

After climbing out of the sewer, Klein closed the iron cover again and dealt with the surrounding area a little bit before returning to the one-bedroom apartment he rented in the East District, changed his clothes, and removed the camouflage.

Then, he put on his gold-rimmed glasses, walked to another street, took a cab, and returned to the Jorwood area in the quiet and cold at three o'clock in the morning, but it was not Minsk Street.

Afterwards, Klein circled around again to confirm that no one was following him before he entered his house and slept until it was bright and the doorbell jingled.

He suddenly turned over and sat up, put on his shirt, buttoned up his vest, quickly went down to the first floor, and opened the door.

Before that, the premonition ability of the "clown" sequence had already allowed him to naturally outline the image of the visitor in his mind:

An old overcoat that doesn't fit well, a round brown hat, a tattered satchel, bright red eyes, a handsome face, and a calm demeanor, it is the big boy Ian who came to entrust the task yesterday.

"Good morning, Detective Moriarty." Ian greeted, looked around and said, "Have you gained anything? Well... I just passed by and asked."

Klein nodded solemnly and said:

"Have."

"..." Ian seemed to be taken aback, but was unable to speak for a long time.

After a while, he pursed his lips and asked in astonishment:

"Have you confirmed Mr. Zuriel's condition?"

"Yes." Klein paused, and said seriously, "I found Zreal's body."

"Corpse..." Ian narrowed his pupils and repeated in a low voice.

He wasn't too surprised, and seemed to have expected the worst possible outcome.

Klein watched quietly without interrupting.

"Huh..." Ian breathed out, looked around vigilantly, "Your efficiency is amazing, can you take me to see Mr. Zuriel's body?"

"No problem, I'm actually planning to do this." Klein thought for a while and said, "I hope you don't mention me when you call the police, and just say you found it. I think you know how to weave a reason."

Ian was not surprised by this. He knew very well that not every detective likes to deal with the police. In fact, except for the well-known detective who often provides advice and help to the police department, everyone else is under the influence of the police. discrimination, exclusion from them, and even extortion.

This is the current situation of the Loen Kingdom.

"Okay." Ian readily agreed.

Considering that he was going to enter the sewer, Klein changed into a set of ordinary working-class clothes, put on a deer hunting cap, and took a lantern.

The two arrived in the East District in a public carriage, and under the gaze of numb or malicious eyes, they walked for half an hour to the remote sewer entrance.

"How did you find it?" Ian watched Klein remove the cover and climb down, half surprised and half curious.

Klein stared down and replied casually:

"Skillful training, which included many techniques of reasoning, investigation, follow-up and cross-examination."

Ian followed into the sewer, nodded without feeling disgusted:

"...you seem to have received very professional training."

Klein didn't answer directly. Holding the lantern that had already been lit, he led Ian into a fork in the road and came to that gloomy corner.

As soon as he approached, his eyes narrowed slightly, because Zreal's body was much more mutilated than last night, missing an arm and half of his ribs.

This is not something a mouse can do... Klein muttered to himself without reminding Ian.

With the light of the lantern, Ian could clearly see the appearance of the corpse.

He squatted down suddenly, and started to vomit, gradually vomiting yellow-green bile,

Klein took out the "Cragg's Oil" he had prepared, unscrewed the cork, and bent down to put the port in front of Ian's nose.

Ian suddenly acted cleverly and calmed down.

Ten seconds later, he whispered weakly:

"thanks……"

He stood up slowly, and carefully examined the mutilated corpse several times:

"I can confirm that he is Detective Zreal."

"Unfortunately." Klein responded politely, "I suggest you call the police."

"Yes." Ian nodded invisibly, and followed the other party back to the ground.

At this moment, Klein clapped his hands:

"My task ends here, what to do after that is up to you to decide."

Ian was silent for a few seconds and said:

"I still owe you three things, you can tell me now."

"Actually, I only want one thing for the time being." Klein replied frankly, "I want to know where I can get guns and bullets, and I don't need a certificate to use all types of weapons."

Ian said almost without thinking:

"Backlund Bridge area, Iron Gate Street, 'Brave Man' Bar', ask Caspers Kanlinin, and tell him that the 'old man' introduced it."

"Okay, the remaining two things will be discussed later. I have a hunch that we will meet again." Klein nodded pretendingly relaxed.

Ian glanced at him, remained silent, and said nothing.

The two separated and walked towards different streets in the eastern district, and the remote place was once again silent.

After walking for a while, Klein suddenly turned around, returned the same way, and then hid in a hidden corner, peeping at the entrance of the sewer.

After waiting for two or three minutes, he saw Ian returning quietly, looking around vigilantly.

Klein looked back in time, leaned his back against the wall, and listened to the movement.

He heard the rubbing sound of the iron cover being removed, and heard someone climbing down.

Cautiously poking his head out, Klein found that Ian had re-entered the sewer.

A clue, or something, hidden in Zreal's body? The water in this matter is really deep... He nodded thoughtfully.

Satisfied with his curiosity, Klein didn't stay any longer and really left, intending to go find Kaspers Kanlinen again in two days.

…………

During afternoon tea, Viscount Greint was at his home in Queens.

The door of the study was tightly closed, completely separating the four people inside from the outside guests participating in the salon.

"Hugh, Forsi, this is the reward you should get." Audrey wore a light yellow dress with many lace decorations, and pushed a swollen envelope to the two ladies across the desk.

Xio wanted to be polite, but her hand quickly grabbed the envelope, feeling the weight of the money.

She had no choice but to say sincerely:

"Miss Audrey, thank you for your generosity, your integrity makes you more beautiful."

While speaking, she untied the thin thread wrapped around the envelope and saw the banknotes inside.

It was a neatly colored banknote with black stripes on a gray background, thick and exuding a special ink fragrance, a refreshing ink fragrance.

"10 pounds..." Xio took out one and confirmed the denomination, and Forsi, who seemed lazy and didn't care about money, came over at some point.

This, at least... Xio observed the thickness and figured out how many sheets there are in total.

She couldn't help but glanced at Forsi and saw the surprise in each other's eyes:

This was significantly more than they had imagined!

Audrey smiled slightly and said:

"A total of 800 pounds, you decide how to distribute it yourself."

"That incident put you in danger, and I'm sorry for that."

800 pounds... No, there is no need to apologize... Do it again, even if I know the possible consequences, I will accept that commission... Even if it is just an equal share, plus my savings, it is enough to buy the formula for the "Magistrate" potion It's gone... Xio, who is in his early 1.5's, stared blankly at the banknotes in the envelope, wishing to take them all out and count them repeatedly.

She believed that the generous and beautiful Miss Audrey would definitely not be short of rewards, but what if the other party made a mistake?

Everyone makes mistakes sometimes! Xio raised his right hand, paused for a few seconds, then put it down silently.

The corners of Forsi's mouth couldn't stop rising, and said with emotion:

"That's more than the total remuneration I've received for the book "Storm Heights" so far..."

Should I praise Miss Audrey, or laugh at the writer's poverty? She added silently.

The Viscount Glaint who was sitting on the sofa was also a little envious, but not Hugh and Forsi. As a viscount with a relatively good financial situation, 800 pounds is not a big amount.

What he envied was that Audrey shot boldly without any burden.

"Cough..." Viscount Greint cleared his throat, "If you can get the formula of 'Apothecary', I will also give you a lot of rewards."

"We'll do our best!" Xio replied without hesitation, and then she looked at Audrey, "We have recently come into contact with someone who is suspected of being a psychological alchemist, and the 'spectator' potion you want will soon have clues. "

Hugh, I'm already at Sequence 8, stronger than you... Audrey said with a reserved smile:

"I am looking forward."

After finishing their business, the four chatted about various rumors in the extraordinary circle, and under the example of Audrey, they each looked for the books they wanted to read.

Suddenly, Xio's eyes lit up, and he saw two hardcover books:

"History of the Loen Kingdom Nobility" and "Heraldry".

At the same time, Forsi also found a book of interest to her:

"Geography of the Characters of the Feysac Empire" and "Around the Northern Continent".

"Dear Viscount Greint, may I borrow these two books? I will return them soon." Xio looked at the owner of the study room pleadingly.

Grelint nodded indifferently and said:

"no problem."

Hearing his answer, Forsi quickly made a request, which was also granted.

The corners of Audrey's mouth curled slightly after witnessing all this, and she looked aside reservedly, pretending to be looking for a book.

As a qualified and promoted "spectator", after many contacts, she has accurately grasped the preferences of Xio and Forsi in certain aspects, and thus made arrangements in advance without anyone noticing.

Let the guided people feel that it is their own will, which is the embodiment of the audience's ability.

…………

In the evening, Xio nestled on the sofa, facing the fireplace, and by the gas lamp, flipping through "The History of the Nobility of the Loen Kingdom", while Fors attended the gathering of the writers' circle.

After looking at it for a while, Xio suddenly felt that the cardboard cover was a bit strange, so he carefully checked it, found the interlayer, and found an old piece of paper.

The front of the paper is covered with those special symbols created by Emperor Roselle, and an ancient Hermes text is written on the back.

"The ancestors of Viscount Glaint deciphered some special symbols of Emperor Roselle?" Xio was suddenly excited.

She struggled to identify the ancient Hermes script, and silently recited:

"A fool who does not belong to this age;"

"The mysterious ruler above the gray mist;"

"The Yellow and Black King of Good Luck."

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