Part 2 the faceless man chapter 115 always on the move
The wheels pressed against the track and the horses dragged the carriage along, moving forward heavily but steadily, soon leaving the street where nothing had happened.
Klein held his cane with a normal expression until the railed public carriage had made two stops before getting off early and making the most of a half-circle, returning slowly toward the spot where the demonic giant dog had been struck.
He was not looking for the extraordinary characteristics analyzed by the other party, it was impossible for the top powerhouses of the church not to know about it, they must have taken it away a long time ago, he was also not investigating the source of the soft humming sound before, it had been so long ago, with carriages traveling on the streets and people coming and going, how could there be any clues left behind, and even if they were to divulge the truth, they would surely not get an answer.
Klein’s purpose was to peer into the characteristics of the seal that could create a strange fighting environment from the subtle details that remained around the street, so as to prepare for possible encounters in the future.
This is the role of the “magician” …… He walked under the gray sky, walking along the street separated by gas street lamps, a silent sigh.
The reason he waited two stops before getting off the train and took the long way back was that he feared that there were still the official extraordinary people who were secretly cleaning up the battlefield, and he tried not to meet them if he could.
Clayne, who was dressed decently, holding a cane, with a golden watch chain hanging from his lapel, finally returned to the “Demon Giant Dog Death Scene” after a certain amount of time, but there were no corresponding traces left on the street, and the pedestrians obviously didn’t know that a relatively fierce transcendent battle had once occurred here.
”That seal is amazing, even more powerful than mass widespread hypnosis.” Klein turned on his psychic vision and made his own footsteps slower, like a gentleman out for an outing rather than an errand.
He had actually spent most of an hour in such a circle, but his spiritual vision did not yield any gains, and there was nothing unusual about the target neighborhood.
Nevertheless, Klein’s inspiration detected a little something, that is, range and boundary.
”When I entered the block and when I left from the other direction, I had a bit of a subtle illusory feeling, as if I had entered another world from one, that is to say, the seal’s range of influence can reach at least one block, the upper limit is unclear for the time being, well, there is also one more thing that can be confirmed, and that is that it only works on Extraordinary People.” Klein stood beyond the target street and nodded his head thoughtfully, then returned once again, found a fairly classy café, ordered a cup of Southwell Coffee, and took a seat by the window.
As he sipped the richly flavored liquid, he examined the increasingly lively street outside to see if the place would change in any other way as time settled in.
Unfortunately, what he was expecting didn’t happen.
Of course, he wasn’t completely unproductive, at least he confirmed one thing, that is, “magicians don’t do unprepared performances” is indeed one of the rules of playing.
He felt a very light prying of the subtle sediments within him.
When evening came, Klein ceased his observation and returned to Minsk Street in a public carriage with rails.
By now, the gas streetlights on both sides of the road had all been lit, illuminating the slightly wet concrete ground and a street tree with yellowed and faded leaves with a blue fire.
Crane, cane in hand, passed outside Attorney Jürgen’s house and sauntered forward toward the one at number 15.
As he walked, something suddenly occurred to him, that the house had run out of ingredients, and that it would be impossible to make dinner by going back so far!
Erm, should he go to the butcher store and vegetable store and fruit store, or should he find a restaurant to fill up his stomach first? Klein hesitated and finally decided to be lazy and eat ready-made tonight.
Although many of the dishes in this world were quite easy to make and very quick, not so much that it would take an hour to cook and five minutes to dine, but no matter what, it still required a certain amount of labor, and one would have to brush the plates and wash the knives and forks themselves.
Fumbling with his wallet, Klein turned in place and traveled in the direction where he remembered more restaurants.
Once again he passed the home of Attorney Jürgen.
Jürgen stood behind the open barred window, looked at Detective Moriarty with a “confused” expression, and raised his voice:
”Mr. Moriarty, did you, I mean, did you forget your keys again? Or, did you lose your keys?”
Why say again? Klein responded with a grunt:
”No, not really.”
Jürgen nodded very squarely:
”Still a guest at my house, then?”
”We’ll go back after we’ve had dinner and it’s fully dark.”
…… Klein hesitated for a second and smiled:
”It would be an honor.”
Brody, the black cat, was licking and washing his paws in the corner when he entered, and without further pleasantries, Jürgen entered the kitchen.
By the time Klein had hung up his coat and hat and set down his black cane, he took a step into the dining room, where the table was already set with food, foods such as blackened pork chops and mashed potatoes of the same hue.
He wasn’t surprised by this; Lawyer Jürgen’s grandmother, Mrs. Doris, had a style of cooking like this when she got older; poorly sold, but tasty enough.
She was a great chef …… Klein sat down across from Jürgen and smiled pleasantly:
”You’re getting ready to dine?”
”Yes. Before dining, I’m used to looking outside and letting my thoughts spread without boundaries.” Jürgen laid out his napkin and picked up his knife and fork.
Klein looked around suspiciously and said:
”Where is Mrs. Doris?”
Jürgen sighed and answered gravely, “The weather is getting colder and the old problem with her lungs came back and she had to go to the hospital for a while.”
”May God bless her.” Klein not-so-skillfully drew the triangular holy emblem of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery on his chest.
He then cut a cutlet and forked it up ready to stuff into his mouth.
Just at this moment, a sudden thought occurred to him and he was busy speaking:
”So, this is the dinner you prepared?”
”Of course, it was made a few minutes ago.” Jürgen replied succinctly.
It’s not the handiwork of Chef Mrs. Doris, then this sells …… Klein’s mouth twitched for a moment, and enduring the fear in his heart, he still bit down on the small piece of meat steak on the silver fork and slowly chewed it.
His brows furrowed a little bit, and he finally forced himself to swallow the food, while his face squeezed out a smile:
”Why did you prepare two portions in advance?”
”One was prepared to take to the hospital, for my grandmother.” Jürgen glanced up at Klein and said without seeing a problem with that, “I’ll prepare another one later.”
”…… So it is.” For the sake of politeness, Klein took a secret breath and settled the food in front of him with a fighting stance.
By the time he was done eating and Jürgen still had a small half left, the Senior Matters Attorney put down his knife and fork for the time being, lifted the tall glass next to him, took a sip of red wine, and asked without much expression:
”How do you feel?”
”What’s your favorite dish?”
”I know there’s still a considerable gap between me and my grandmother’s handiwork, but it shouldn’t be too much of a stretch.”
Mr. Lawyer, I suspect you have a problem with your sense of taste in addition to a facial nerve disorder …… Can’t you ever get it right? Klein pursed out a smile and moved his head from side to side and said:
”White bread isn’t bad.”
”That’s from Dodge Bakery.” Jürgen re-buried his head and tackled the rest of the food.
After waiting to drink the remnants of his red wine, he thought for a moment:
”Detective Moriarty, I’d like to commission something, a very simple commission.”
”What?” Klein kept sipping his water.
That mashed potato was too salty just now!
”My grandmother will be in the hospital these days, and I’ll most likely not be back sometimes for cases, so Brody will have to go hungry.” Jürgen looked at the black cat and said, “I’d like you to feed Brodie when I’m not back, clean his litter box, play with him for a while, he loves it when someone scratches his chin, and, well, every night at ten o’clock if my house doesn’t have any lights yet and it’s dark you can come in for 2 Soules at a time until my grandma comes home.”
Klein saw a look of suspected tenderness on the face of the curmudgeonly, serious and always proper lawyer Jürgen, and said with an upturned corner of his mouth:
”A very simple task with relatively generous pay, I have no reason to refuse.”
While speaking, he looked sideways at the black cat Brody and smiled at it.
The black cat Brodie slowly turned its body, holding its back to him.
Klein’s smile couldn’t help but stiffen on his face.
……
Drinking well, Klein excused himself and left the Jürgen house, slowly strolling back to the house he rented on the street where the night had fully fallen.
By now, people who had finished their work had arrived home and were enjoying their own dinners, and the roads were fairly quiet with few pedestrians and few carriages.
Walking in the glow of the gas street lamps, Klein, who had little urgent desire to get back, grew slower and slower, as did the black shadows beside his feet.
Passing the Sommer house, he saw, through the cambered belly window, that it was brightly lighted, with figures coming and going, and the faint sound of conversation and laughter.
And just next door, at 15 Minsk Street, it was dark and silent.
Klein sighed, quickened his pace, pulled out his key, and opened the door.
Before going in, he looked at the letter-box out of habit, and found another letter lying inside.
Who had sent it? Klein took out the letter and glanced at it in the light of the street lamp.
It was unstamped …… handwriting like Eisinger Stanton’s …… He nodded slightly, went inside, closed the door, and turned on the light to open the letter.
On the letter, the great detective Eisinger said:
”…… I am glad to tell you that the murderer has been found and killed on the spot.”
”The police department thinks our work will be worth at least half the reward, which should be handed down to me this week, and when it is, I will invite you and other friends over to share in the bounty.”
……
Eisinger got the message so quickly? He has a deep relationship with the Becklander police department ah …… Well, the lack of stamps means that he got someone to deliver it directly, the postal system of the Kingdom of Ruin is not this efficient, how could a letter that was only mailed in the afternoon arrive in the evening? Klein exhaled, put down the letter, and prepared to change his clothes and go out.
With the serial murder case solved and the situation in Bekrande subsequently eased, he could try to do something.
For example, go to the Bravehearts Bar to find Kaspers, contact Maric, and see if the extraordinary manipulator of living corpses and Ms. Sharon have any books in the field of the occult there.
If I’m right, they should be defectors from the Rose School, which was sort of formally organized before, they must know quite a bit about the occult, and I have enough money to buy it now! Klein touched his wallet, thinking rather expectantly.