Part 2 The Faceless Man Chapter 59 Observing Each Other
Detective? The Vice Punisher or the Mechanical Heart? The police department can just send some assistants, why do they need to hire their own private investigators to help?
Well, the eleven consecutive murders must have caused a sensation, and Severus Field was under a lot of pressure, unwilling to wait in torment like that?
Klein instantly flashed through a number of thoughts, but a smile appeared on the surface:
”Good.”
He boarded the carriage hired by Eisinger Stanton, and saw that there was another young brunette with a dry demeanor inside.
”This is my assistant.” Eisinger, with his thin angular face, introduced, “Have a seat.”
He did not close the door of the carriage or allow the driver to drive the horses forward to show he meant no harm.
Crane sat down with deliberate haste, and asked a little uneasily:
”Mr. Stanton, what do you wish to talk to me about?”
Eisinger took out a dark pipe and said, “I would like to know what you have gained from following Ms. Lopez, what have you heard, or found?”
”That …… I’m also a detective, you should know that our profession has a confidentiality agreement.” Klein replied as if it were difficult.
”I’m asking you on behalf of Severus Field, this has nothing to do with the confidentiality pact.” Eisinger rubbed his thumb over his pipe and said, “How about £1, well ……2?”
With the lesson learned from the previous incident in Meursault, and the fact that there really was no need for secrecy, Klein instantly answered without hesitation:
”Yes.”
”Good.” Eisinger smiled and took out two one pound bills from his coat pocket.
Klein made a reminiscent face and said frankly, “We only heard one thing, Ms. Lopez tried to send her subordinates to tell Kapin to stop sending people over recently.”
”Capin?” Eisinger nodded in a slight daze, “I see.”
”You know Capin?” Klein didn’t hide his consternation.
Eisinger handed over the bill and said with a very faint smile:
”He’s a controversial tycoon in the Chorwood district.”
”In Birkeland it is not uncommon for naïve young girls to disappear into secluded, deserted streets, and long after they may be found by chance in various brothels, either legal or illegal, and plenty of rumors point to Kapin as the leader of criminals with bloodied and dirty hands, but since there is not enough evidence, he remains free to this day, and knows a lot of big names. ”
If it’s true, this guy deserves to die 10,000 times …… Klein nodded his head and sighed:
”That’s Rune, that’s Becklander, Mr. Stanton, I should take my leave.”
”Thank you for your cooperation.” Eisinger politely half rose to see him off, “By the way, your fighting standard is quite outstanding, perhaps we will have the opportunity to work together in the future, what should I call you?”
”Sherlock Moriarty.” Klein replied succinctly and stepped out of the carriage.
Waiting until he boarded the recently arrived railed public carriage, Eisinger Stanton motioned for his assistant to close the door and instructed the driver to go to the Hillsdon district.
Looking sideways out the window, the middle-aged gentleman with graying temples set down his dark pipe and removed a brass trinket from his coat pocket, holding it in his hand and rubbing it slowly.
The brass trinket was a pocket-sized spread book with a vertical eye in the center.
”There is something incongruous in the appearance and dress of that Mr. Moriarty just now; he wears very svelte gold-rimmed spectacles, but deliberately wears a beard around his mouth, which makes him look vulgar and barbaric; it does not quite fit in with the normal idea that, in this day and age, those who are willing to wear gold-rimmed spectacles tend to be very much concerned with their own image, an image of knowledge and temperament, and that, perhaps, he is, deliberately, covering up something …… Of course, it is also possible that he is a gentleman with an aesthetic that is different from the norm ……” Eisinger seems to be talking to himself, but also as if he is teaching his assistant.
At this moment, Klein in the public carriage, with his back against the wall of the compartment, muttered silently:
”There’s something wrong with that Detective Eisinger Stanton, ever since I turned on my psychic vision, he has always maintained the blue color of rational thinking and the purple color of indifference and detachment, where spirituality dominates, with very few other emotional colors surfacing.”
”It’s hard for a normal person to remain in a similar state for too long unless they’re concentrating on a difficult problem, there are bound to be other emotional colors emerging, the difference is a matter of how long they linger.”
”Well …… either Detective Eisinger Stanton is such a whiz at observing and reasoning at all times, a gifted fellow, or, is he, well, extraordinary?”
Divided into upper and lower decks and carrying over forty passengers, the railed public carriage traveled toward the Bakerland Bridge area, and Klein gradually withdrew his thoughts and cast his eyes out the window, admiring the assortment of two- to three-story buildings on the opposite side of the street.
Occasionally he could see five to six story brownstones that signaled the latest trends in Birkeland and the kingdom’s cutting edge building technology.
After switching once, Klein arrived at Iron Gate Street and stepped off the carriage across from the Braveheart Bar.
Since it wasn’t yet time for the pub to be at its busiest, as soon as he entered, he saw Kaspers sitting at the bar seat drinking.
The rosy-nosed old man asked for a glass of Strong Ranch and squinted contentedly as he savored the scent of the malt and the burn that tingled his throat.
Klein leaned over and knocked on the bar, smiling and asking:
”Is Maric in?”
At the same time, he stuck one hand in his pocket and gripped the Aztec copper whistle, shielding it from negative influences with his spirituality.
And before he could say anything, he suddenly felt a gaze sweep over him, full of scrutiny.
By the time he had finished his question, the sight had moved away again and seemed to look at Kaspers.
The old man with the huge scar on his face opened his eyes and saw that it was Klein, and said without humor:
”He didn’t come, and he didn’t come yesterday.”
Didn t come …… Klein was instantly relieved and stopped wrapping the Aztec copper whistle with his spirituality.
Just now when I mentioned Maric, someone was looking at me …… When it became clear that I was inquiring about Maric s whereabouts, that gaze shifted again …… This is someone looking for Maric ah …… Klein resisted the urge to turn back and observe, analyzing the previous anomaly in his mind.
Combined with one of his original doubts, he felt that the question seemed to have a general answer.
I was puzzled last week why a bodyguard lady who should be at the level of Serial 5 would want to take on a protection mission of 1000 pounds for 3 days, not that the price is too low, but that a person of a similar level can be considered a strong person, and in the Church of the Goddess, it’s enough to serve as a deacon of the night watchman or a bishop of the diocese, or even compete for the seat of archbishop and senior deacon if she can also gain the favor of the “holy relics”. Archbishop and senior deacon seats ……
In various secret organizations and intelligence agencies, the Serial 5 also means the identity of the head of a large region or the No. 2 or No. 3 person in the region, even if it’s a wild and unorganized extraordinary person, a strong person with this strength is enough to establish his own small organization ……
No matter which way you look at it, the bodyguard lady can enjoy the dedication of her subordinates, and there is no need to personally “take orders”……
At that time, I thought it was most likely that I would get a “security officer” who could hold out for a while under the strong men sent by Beckland to create opportunities for me.
From today’s events, Miss Bodyguard, Maric may be similar to me, sensitive identity, must hide, well, their situation may even be worse, must always worry about the pursuit of …… hiss, can chase Miss Bodyguard, that organization, even if there is no high sequence of strong, there must be a “holy relics “, or a number of sequence 5 ……
Of course, this is all my speculation, perhaps because of Maric’s extraordinary identity exposure, by the mechanical heart of the squad stared ……
Between the flurry of thoughts, Klein regretfully voiced out:
”In that case, I was looking forward to playing cards with him.”
Hearing these words that were clearly not in line with the other party’s style, Kaspers was instantly alerted, and likewise didn’t bother to observe the surroundings, but said with a smile:
”I’m organizing a card game for the evening, Texas; do you want to join me?”
”No, I’d just like to play now until dinner, hey, I’d better be honest and go home.” Klein sighed and left the Bar of the Brave without ordering a drink.
He had originally planned to ask Kaspers for information about the other extraordinary people’s gatherings, but after this situation, he cautiously abandoned this idea.
In fact, he could have gone to a relatively closed place such as the card room to exchange appropriate questions with Kaspers, but to be on the safe side, he decided to wait for another time.
Crane likewise didn’t rush home, but went to the one-bedroom apartment he had rented in the East End and went above the gray mist to perform a divination to confirm that no one was following him.
Putting his mind at rest, he arrived at Minsk Street before full dark and found the newspaper boxes stuffed with subscriptions to various papers.
”I was in such a hurry to get out of the house today that I didn’t even get a chance to read them, and at the Kraig Club, after practicing my gun with a good meal, taking a nap, and being dragged around by Talim to play a few matches of tennis, meh, what you lack in skill, you make up for in physical fitness ……,” Crane mumbled silently and opened the door into the house and twisted the gas gate.
He took the newspapers, entered the living room, sat down on the sofa, lit the wall lamp, and flipped through them.
The first thing Crane perused was the Birkeland Morning Post, and turned straight to page five, where he saw an advertisement for the purchase of goods by the Ernst Mercantile Company!
The quoted prices are flour 7p/liter, butter 1sule/lb, lard 6p/lb, cream 1sule 3p/lb, and Marquis Black Tea tea leaves 8sule/lb ……
That is to say, there will be a gathering of the extraordinary at the usual place tomorrow night at eight o’clock, and the secret signal for opening the door will be seven heavy knocks and one light one, and the intervals will be six long ones and one short one, in that order …… The three and eight that follow have no significance …… Crane deciphered the contents, leaned back against the back of the sofa, and began to looking forward to the party tomorrow night.
He was going to sell some of the recipes and see if he could buy the appropriate materials or items!