Part 2 The Faceless Man Chapter 198 The swarming of people
It seems to have Byron blood …… University lecturer …… is indeed Mr. Azk, not the same name …… Klein, with the information provided by the old Kohler, basically confirms that the bounty being offered is the suspected Aztec who is a descendant of the God of Death.
”Then the question arises, who or which organization is actually looking for Mr. Aztec?
”The Spirit Order that has the resurrection of the Grim Reaper as its ultimate goal? Ince Zangwill, who likes to be the mastermind behind the scenes?
”Not quite the latter, Ince Zangwill has Seal Object 0-08 that allows the target to act according to its own description and achieve the desired goal through a series of coincidences, there’s absolutely no need for him to use gang members and bounty hunters to find Mr. Aztec again ……
”Wait, what if this is itself an arrangement for Seal Object 0-08? Ince Zangwill found himself being targeted by Mr. Aztec but was not sure of winning in a battle, so he used 0-08 to bring Mr. Aztec into conflict with a certain power in the hope of removing his enemy by indirect means, and this bounty was issued by that power …… It’s quite possible!
”However, the Spirit Order cannot be ruled out, Mr. Aztec may have made some contact with them in order to take revenge, but the two sides had major disagreements on things such as resurrecting the God of Death, which ultimately led to a break ……”
Klein instantly thought of two possibilities and corresponding causes.
He picked up his coffee and took a sip, then said to Old Kohler:
”You help me inquire about who issued this bounty mission and the specific price, if it’s suitable, maybe I’ll keep an eye on it in passing.”
”No problem.” Old Kohler didn’t feel that there was anything wrong with Klein’s request.
In a sense, there was no essential difference between a private investigator and a bounty hunter, the only difference was in the form of expression, the former would even do such small things as catching adulterers and finding cats to help walk people’s dogs, and preferred reasoning over moving weapons.
When the old Kohler was done with the other sightings, Klein followed the Night Watchman’s tutorial and briefly taught the other some techniques of condescension, as well as contingency plans for individual scenarios.
”It’s time for me to go to the docks, thank you, Detective Moriarty, you’ve made me have a good life again!” Old Kohler picked up the worn floppy hat on the table and thanked him sincerely.
As far as he was concerned, Mr. Detective had not only provided himself with a well-paying job, but had also taught him many useful things, and even if the other man would no longer need an informant in the future, these skills would be enough to allow him to barely survive in the East End, especially after he was getting too old to do the heavy lifting.
A good life? In my opinion, what you currently have is the most basic of a person s life …… After watching the old Kohler walk out of the Cheap Café, Klein sat there in a daze.
It was the first time he had heard his friend’s name from anyone since he had arrived in Birkeland, and the first time it had been possible to grasp Ince Zangwill’s whereabouts!
In the previous three months or so, especially after killing Lanlus, Klein’s main goal had been to digest the magic potion and improve himself.
Because he knew very well that there was an unbridgeable gap between himself and Ince Zangwill, who was mostly already a High Sequence powerhouse, and that revenge could not be rushed, especially that seal 0-08, which made one shudder just thinking about it, made him not even think of approaching and investigating.
The scene that took place inside the Blackthorn Security Company in Tingen City jumped back into Klein s mind, and the pair of shiny leather shoes were clearly like in front of his eyes.
Tilting his head back and exhaling slowly, Klein grabbed his scarf and hat and walked out of the cheap café.
……
Outside a somewhat dated house, in the Hillsdon district.
Klein stepped off the wagon, clicked his hat, and headed straight for the front door.
This was the home of Eisinger Stanton.
The great detective had written to Klein a few days before, inviting him to come over as his guest to discuss a murder case.
Klein, because he was busy with the financing of the pedal car project, politely wrote back that he was not available recently, as a way of declining, who knows that Eisinger Stanton did not care, saying that the case stepped into a dead end, there will be no breakthroughs in a short time, and that he was very happy to wait for Detective Sherlock Moriarty’s visit, and was very much looking forward to an exchange of sparks of wisdom.
Crane had to first divine the appropriate date to visit the other man, picking the nearest one since the negotiations, this afternoon, and wrote back to finalize the matter with the other man.
Ding-dong, ding-dong.
Klein pulled the doorbell twice and stepped back to wait.
After a dozen seconds or so, the door to the room creaked open and Detective Eisinger’s assistant smiled:
”Good afternoon, Detective Moriarty, Mr. Stanton is waiting for you in the sitting room, would you like coffee or black tea?”
The assistant was slim and wore gold-rimmed glasses, and appeared both well-mannered and professional.
Klein looked up at him and said:
”Black tea, I think, with less lemon slices.”
”No problem.” The assistant guided Klein into the living room and pointed to the door of the sitting room and said, “I’m sorry, our servants are temporary, they happen to be off today, so we can only trouble you to go there yourself.”
Klein nodded slightly and took a step outside the sitting room on the first floor.
As he raised his hand to knock on the door, he suddenly felt that something was wrong:
My coming to visit Mr. Stanton was something that was scheduled a few days in advance, so how could I happen to encounter a temporary break for all the servants?
Crane narrowed his eyes and reached out to pull out a copper penny.
Just then, the sitting room door swung back open from the knock and cracked open a not-so-small gap.
In an instant, it seemed as if some seal had been lifted, and the strong smell of blood came out, burrowing into the end of Klein’s nose.
Within his line of sight, the easy chair in the sitting room tumbled to the ground, stained with a fair amount of dark red blood, and a book fell to the side, cover facing up.
Just by shifting so much as a glance, it was as if Klein had seen the scene of a murder.
The name of the book then reflected into his pupils:
Legends of the Demons of the Severus Region.
Demons …… Klein was about to make a move when a gale of wind suddenly blew inside the sitting room, pulling the door of the room quickly backward with a hand.
Clang!
Klein got a full view of the interior of the sitting room:
The charcoal in the fireplace had long since burned out and no longer showed the red color outwardly;
The coffee table, sofa, chairs, cupboards, and other items fell over and shattered, as if they had witnessed a fierce battle;
There were a number of bloodstains on the carpet and walls, accompanied by a large number of scorch marks, but not a single body could be found at the scene, not even a limb could be seen.
Something happened to Detective Stanton? Klein took a sharp step back, intending to get out of here first.
But almost at the same time, he felt like he was being targeted by someone.
Someone who was hiding somewhere was watching him icily, mercilessly!
Once he made a mistake in his response, he would immediately be met with a fatal attack!
What kind of pleasant visit to Eisinger Stanton is this? Something wrong with my interpretation of the revelation? Klein didn’t dare to do anything rash.
But he wasn’t too nervous or panicked either, having already been through many battles and “shows”, he knew that the most important thing at this time was to be calm.
Da, da, da, Eisinger Stanton’s assistant came over with a tray.
On top of the tray was a tin teapot and two white glazed porcelain cups.
Mr. Assistant froze in place when he saw the scene in the sitting room.
He looked over at Klein, his expression suddenly filled with fear, and said in one word:
”You, killed, Stanton, Mr. …….”
With each word he spat out, a piece of flesh fell from his face, dripping with blood.
By the time the words were finished, he brushed himself apart and turned into a shattered corpse, as if he had always done so, had always been in this state, only to be stitched up just now.
When! Ka-ching! The pewter pot and the white-glazed porcelain cup hit the ground at the same time, either rolling or splattering, while the black tea tea water quickly soaked the neighborhood.
Klein didn’t move, just watched it all happen as he felt he was still being watched.
The guy who had created all of this seemed to be waiting for him to make a move and then pounce on him from behind, snapping his neck.
After an unknown amount of time, in a silent and eerie stalemate, Klein saw the front door of Eisinger Stanton’s house opened and a group of police officers in black and white checkered uniforms rushed in.
They spotted the broken bodies on the floor that were both disgusting and horrifying, and instantly drew their own revolvers while pointing them at Klein in the living room doorway.
In the face of one blackened muzzle, Klein relaxed.
The wordless, as if holding a gun to the back of his head gaze disappeared in this instant!
Klein threw up his hands and laughed helplessly:
”I won’t say anything until I see my lawyer.”
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Birkeland Police Department Hissack Bureau.
Handcuffed to a water main, Klein saw Attorney Jürgen once more.
”I will accompany you to your interrogation.” Jürgen’s expression was not the least bit unusual, as if Detective Moriarty was supposed to be here.
Klein sighed:
”It’s a tragedy, at this point I should be thinking about what I’m going to eat for dinner, not chatting with stone-faced officers.”
The most fortunate part of his day was that due to the Aurora Society’s pursuit and the attention of the Rose School’s high-ranking powerhouses, he didn’t carry any extraordinary items, and his only revolver was easily concealed from the body search under a “magic” performance.
Into the interrogation room, not waiting for the police officer to ask, he will receive a letter from Eisinger Stanton, should come to discuss a case of the matter of the original recounted.
”We will go to your home later with Attorney Jürgen to pick up these letters, and I hope they are still there.” The officer in charge of the interrogation turned to the question, “How did you and Detective Eisinger Stanton meet?”
Without hesitation, Klein answered:
”Because of that previous serial murder case ……”
As he said this, he suddenly froze.
He remembered something, he had always suspected that there was an owner behind that Devil Dog and had once let out a cold grunt at the scene where the Devil Dog was killed.
By the way, the book that Detective Stanton had been reading before the attack was The Legend of the Demons of the Severus Region …… Could it be that the owner of the demon dog had launched a retaliatory action after a period of hibernation? And Detective Stanton was the one in the police records who had provided the main clue, or idea, and had collected the reward! Klein had a quick guess.