Part 2 The Faceless Man Chapter 116 – Claw Marks

　　The Bravehearts Bar, Baker’s Crossing area.

　　Pressing down the ducktail on his head and carefully protecting the wallet in the inside pocket of his gray and blue workman’s blouse, Klein bypassed the drinkers gathered near the boxing ring and headed straight for the bar.

　　On the way, he glanced around and didn’t spot the black market weapons dealer, Kaspars Canlinen.

　　Either playing cards or pool …… Klein nodded to himself, sat down at the bar, and addressed the bartender:

　　”Half and half.”

　　The last time he’d seen someone drink one of these alcoholic beverages, he had a feeling it would be quite to his own taste.

　　At least it was more suitable than a simple ale …… Klein thought without comparison.

　　The bartender looked up at him:

　　”With which two drink mixes? Different choices for different prices.”

　　”Regular, regular is fine.” The last guy Klein had seen had used the worst kind, a whole glass of Half and Half for two and two-tenths of a penny.

　　”Four and two-tenths of a penny.” The bartender saw Klein lining up the brass-colored coins on the bar before he returned to mixing the drink, and said in passing, “Caspers again? He’s not here anymore, his business is taken.”

　　”Huh?” Klein didn’t expect to get that answer.

　　Before the bartender could answer, a man next to him with a protruding mouth chuckled:

　　”Yes, Kaspers was driven away by us!”

　　”Heh, what makes him a crippled old man for this kind of business?”

　　”Just come to us with whatever you want, to our boss.”

　　A gangster fire incident? Klein subconsciously popped up such a thought and was about to rebuff the other party’s offer.

　　But in a whirlwind, he thought of another possibility:

　　”Could this be the Rose School deliberately looking for gangsters to suppress Kaspers, thus forcing out the Marich and Miss Sharon behind him and making them actively jump into the trap?”

　　Well, this probability is not low, Kaspers has been a black market weapons merchant here for a long time, it’s definitely not something that can be driven away just by someone else’s say so, some time ago, because of the continuous occurrence of serial killings, the atmosphere of the entire Bakerland was quite tense, the Rose School, or other hidden forces, in short, those who were looking for Marich and Miss Sharon, definitely didn’t dare to rashly kill people for psychic powers to get the answers –This will create a lot of bloodshed, because they obviously just have some suspects, and for the time being, they can’t confirm who has a way to contact Miss Sharon and Maric …… Klein’s words came to his mouth, swallowed back, and turned to ask:

　　”Can we find out the price first, and then decide whether to buy it afterward?”

　　He intended to observe the commoner forces that had hijacked the black market dealings of the Brave Bar, and if he found any problems, he could use it to sell Kaspers, Sharon and Maric a good deal to them.

　　Anyway, Klein didn’t want a conflict, he was just going to go through the normal process of scrutinizing the scrutiny, and there was no question of taking any chances.

　　”Yes, the only requirement is.” The man raised his hand in front of his protruding mouth in a zipper motion.

　　”No questions.” Klein had just finished his reply when he saw the Half and Half being placed in front of him and the copper pennies being collected by the bartender.

　　In the spirit of not wasting it, he picked it up and took several sips, his brows gradually gathering.

　　It’s not what I thought it would taste like, too heavy on the alcohol and too light on the grape …… Klein put down his glass and followed the man towards the third pool room where Kaspers stayed before.

　　Nearly reaching the door, he suddenly thought of something else:

　　”As a person who knows little information, I can guess in the direction of this being a trap, I wonder how long Ms. Sharon and Maric will not be aware of it after being hunted for so long? Surely they wouldn’t come forward ……”

　　”However, Kaspers knows more than one Extraordinary, he’s connected to several circles of Extraordinary, maybe he’ll find another helper, then things will be a bit complicated.”

　　At that moment, the man with the protruding mouth stopped in the doorway of the pool room, and a distracted Klein nearly ran into him.

　　He pointed inside and said:

　　”Wait don’t talk nonsense, our boss doesn’t have a good temper.”

　　”The whole Bakerland Bridge area plus the East End knows that.”

　　”Good.” Klein nodded gently.

　　The man with the protruding mouth turned around in satisfaction and pushed open the door to the pool room.

　　As the door to the room swung back open, Klein saw a figure inside hanging in mid-air, swaying gently.

　　It was a large, bearded man with a rope around his neck, a rope strangled tight and dead.

　　His feet left the ground, his tongue was exposed, his face was blue and purple, and his expression was unusually twisted.

　　”Boss ……,” the man with the protruding mouth cried out in disbelief.

　　Becklander’s tense atmosphere has just disappeared, and someone has done it ah …… Klein glanced sideways at the other man’s men, and in a serious manner, drew a triangular holy emblem on his chest:

　　”May God rest him in peace.”

　　”May his temper be rooted out as a result.”

　　The man with the protruding mouth didn’t even listen to what he was saying and suddenly shouted:

　　”Boss!”

　　”Murder!”

　　”Boss is dead!”

　　Klein was shaken back two steps by the loud and mournful voice, and in the meantime, he turned on his auric vision and observed the inside, there were no special traces of what had happened, the only thing that was happening was that the pool balls on the counter were being scattered in a messy manner.

　　The Extraordinary Ones from Kaspers side did this? What would the power that planted the trap do in response? If such a trap exists …… Klein quietly changed his position and blended into the crowd before a few mob hitmen surged over.

　　He glanced over at the kitchen of the Bravehearts Bar and thoughtfully went over, skillfully threading his way to the back door.

　　Just as he pushed open the not-so-heavy wooden door, Klein felt the cold wind that hit him and made him shiver.

　　And this cold wind was mixed with the faint smell of blood.

　　He listened sideways for a moment, not noticing any movement, so he pulled out a 1p denomination coin and flicked it upwards.

　　The clanking sound was blocked back by the wind, and Klein looked down at the copper penny that landed in his palm, confirming that it was the king’s head facing up.

　　Gathering up the coin, he took a careful step, moving slowly in the direction that inspiration had told him to go.

　　He kept walking until he reached the gloomy, dimly lit corner where no street lamps shone, and the smell of blood steeped in intensity.

　　With the help of the faint moonlight that penetrated the clouds, Klein stared and nearly sucked in a breath of cold air.

　　On the ground here, there were bloody thighs, calves, feet wearing leather boots, a rib and heart, arm, eyeballs and other human body parts, while on the wall there was a section of white intestines hanging on the wall, the background color of which was a large swath of bright red, interspersed with traces of milky white.

　　Seeing this scene, Klein was like seeing a slaughterhouse, a slaughterhouse specially prepared for humans.

　　”This is afraid that the night watchman, the substitute punisher, they are too idle ah, make it so exaggerated, the police department must have forwarded the case in the first place ……” Klein muttered in his heart as a way to fight the discomfort caused by the scene.

　　He stepped around the area with the blood and approached the opposite wall, and was shocked to find a number of very deep scratches in the area.

　　It was like marks dragged out hard by thick, sharp claws!

　　It was quite similar to the claws of the demon dog that had been huge before, could there be another one? Is it still alive? No, no, no, I know what’s going on …… Klein suddenly drifted off:

　　The dead man should be the extraordinary one who killed the gangster in the bar, and he was taken care of by the forces who set up the trap ……

　　According to the description of the little “sun”, I have always suspected that the force is the “Rose School”, because they master the “prisoner” path, that is, the “fae” path. Fae.

　　And one of the Fae is a werewolf!

　　This matches the traces at the scene.

　　It also proves that Ms. Sharon and Maric are defectors from the “Rose School.” ……

　　Klein calmly stepped back and withdrew from the scene step by step.

　　In the process, he confirmed that there were no extraordinary properties present at the scene, but of course, they may not have been analyzed yet.

　　Then, he turned toward another street, intending to find someone to call the police, lest such a scene frighten the general populace into suspecting that some ferocious beast had infiltrated Berkland.

　　–Based on the mentality of not getting involved in trouble for the sake of greed, Klein did not wait for the possible presence of extraordinary traits to parse out.

　　Just as he reached the exit of the alley, he suddenly saw a brown carriage slowly approaching in the night.

　　Instead of traveling straight through, like another of its kind, this carriage stopped and came to a halt in front of Klein!

　　Klein narrowed his eyes, ready to fight, but neither the spiritual intuition of the “soothsayer”, nor the “clown” of the battle premonition, gave warning of danger.

　　At that moment, the carriage window was opened, revealing a pale face with a little crazy, brown eyes seem to hide a deep malice.

　　Marich …… Klein recognized the other party.

　　That was Maric, the one who manipulated the walkers, Miss Sharon’s companion!

　　Wearing only a white shirt and black vest, Marich, who didn’t seem to be afraid of the cold at all, pointed to the carriage and gestured for Klein to go up.

　　Klein was a little hesitant for a moment, wanting to remove the spirit pendulum and do a divination on the spot.

　　Just then, a figure emerged behind Marich, the figure wearing a complicated black court dress and a compact floppy hat of the same color was none other than the pale blonde-haired azure-eyed Miss Sharon.

　　If she wants to be unfavorable to me, she can easily do it, and she can drill straight out of the wall behind me …… Klein thought about it, and pretended to be spontaneous, took two steps forward, opened the door of the carriage, and stepped up.

　　By the time he was seated, the carriage was moving slowly, not knowing where its destination was.

　　”Why did you come over?” Sharon asked succinctly.

　　Klein answered matter-of-factly:

　　”I wanted to contact you and ask if there are any books on the occult, preferably in depth, you know, I’m lacking in similar knowledge.”

　　Maric looked over with those eyes that always contained malice, and said in a slightly husky and low voice:

　　”We do possess quite a bit of knowledge in the occult, such as the Witch King of Karaman’s Book of Secrets, but what can you offer in exchange?”

　　The Witch King? Which pathway and which sequence is this? In a flash of thought, Klein weighed his tone:

　　”I can exchange it for gold pounds.”

　　”Or do you need something else?”

　　The pale but delicate-looking Sharon looked at him and replied with calmness unseen:

　　”Help.”

　　”In exchange for a favor.”