Part 2 The Faceless Man Chapter 92 The Detective Exchange
Two thousand pounds? This is enough to make all the bounty hunters and private detectives in Birkeland crazy! It’s not like “Hurricane Lieutenant General” Zillinger has been floating on the sea for a long time, with a bunch of subordinates, it’s the type of thing you can reach out and touch. ……
Well, a battle strength comparable to the sequence 5 of the big pirates, worth 10,000 gold pounds, the sequence 6 of the murderer how to open three or four thousand pounds of the price to be reasonable ah …… is not the night watchman on behalf of the punishment of the murderer of the judgment is the sequence 7 of the “serial killer”, rather than just about to be promoted! Sequence 5 quasi-powerful, so 2000 pounds is quite a premium ……
Most likely, the Sun said that the ritual is quite old, maybe after the Cataclysm, it rarely appeared, the major churches and the military do not have similar information …… There is a problem, the Church of the Goddess, the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, and the royal family, the Augustus family, can also be said to be the most important of all. Augustus family, can also be said to rise in the cataclysm, do not understand the past, the storm church can always insist that they are one of the oldest …… Could it be that they this oldest still after the demon retreat into the abyss?
Hearing Eisinger Stanton’s words, the first thing that flashed through Klein’s mind was the assessment of the bounty amount, and then dispersed his thoughts, associating it with many things.
”What is your opinion?” Seeing that Sherlock Moriarty seemed to be a bit lost in thought, Eisinger pursued the question.
My opinion? Klein was in a bit of a dilemma for a moment.
A normal private detective would definitely agree, both due to the generous reward and the relationship of being a well-known great detective on the opposite side – establishing a friendship with Eisinger would gain great benefits in the circle.
But the problem was that Klein was not a normal private detective, and he was worried that while investigating the clues, he would run into the night watchman in charge of the matter.
Although I now have a beard, glasses, and changed my hairstyle, the night watchman who has only met me a few times will certainly not recognize me, but what if the encounter is with Ms. Daley? It wouldn’t be right to say no, it would seem odd and raise suspicion …… Also, I’d like to catch that demon sooner rather than later, otherwise I don’t know how many other innocent girls will be killed …… Klein deliberated for a few seconds and said with a slight smile:
”I just recently took over a very troublesome case, I’m afraid I don’t have much free time.”
Not waiting for Eisinger Stanton to speak, he added:
”I can participate in the discussion, help go through the information and analyze the clues, but I shouldn’t be able to investigate it specifically.”
Do a divination later, and if there is indeed a problem, then save the speeches during the discussion as well, and be a pure audience …… While speaking, Klein quickly had a well-formed idea.
Holding the black cane, Eisinger mused for a moment and said:
”No problem.”
”This time I gathered a dozen detectives, there are enough manpower to do a lineup, and what I appreciate the most is your excellent reasoning and analytical ability, in the case of not having as many resources as I do, but even looking for the East Byron Dockyard, looking for the Dockworker’s Union.”
”If we can catch the criminals and take the bounty, I’ll distribute the payoff reasonably according to everyone’s contribution, trust me, I still have some credibility in this business.”
”Alright, happy cooperation.” Klein took the initiative to extend his right hand, shook the other party’s hand, and felt the dryness and warmth of Eicheng’s palm.
For a middle-aged gentleman in his forties or fifties, it was rather hard to maintain a similar feeling in the late fall of Birkeland, and Klein was even more suspicious of Eisinger as an Extraordinary One based on that.
”Pleased to cooperate.” Eisinger smiled and nodded.
At this time, Klein realized that he was a bit rude, and busily piled up his smile and said:
”Sorry, I forgot to invite you in, let’s have a good chat over coffee and black tea?”
”You’re welcome, I’ve arranged for those detectives to come to my house at nine in the morning to discuss the case, my assistant is waiting for them there.” Eisinger pulled out a silver pocket watch with intricate carvings and a very mechanical aesthetic, pressed it open and looked at it, “We’ll have to go over there and meet up with them, no problem, right?”
”No problem, I’ll go to the washroom, change my clothes and go.” At this moment, Klein suddenly regained the feeling of fighting evil, maintaining order, and protecting the people when he was a night watchman.
Inside the lavatory, Klein went above the gray mist and used divination to get an answer he could afford, so he flew back to the real world, put on his coat, put on his hat, took his cane, and followed Eisinger into a rented carriage and sat on the left and right.
Eisinger looked at him as if in thought and asked:
”I’m curious, how did you find out that Hibbel’s murder was connected with the East Byron Dockyard, with the Dockworkers’ Association?”
I wouldn’t have found out …… that it was a misunderstanding …… Klein thought seriously about how to weave the lie.
With a smile in his eyes, he answered rather vaguely:
”The main thing was to first determine that Hibbel’s death stemmed from a copycat crime, thanks to the help of Mike Joseph’s reporter, confirming this matter, and then based on Hibbel’s route back to the ‘Golden Rose’, as well as a few other clues, I had a corresponding guess, and pretended to be a reporter to investigate. ”
Eisinger nodded lightly, not wasting any more time on the subject, and moved on to detailing the serial killings, which were more detailed than those described in the newspapers, especially the latest one.
Time flew by in the discussions and exchanges, and the carriage arrived at a slightly outdated building in the Hilston district.
The house was not too well lighted, and even if there was little mist in Birkeland today, it appeared rather gloomy, and Eisinger Stanton led Crane, through the still spacious parlor, into the sitting room, where the fireplace was already lighted.
Crane looked around and saw fifteen or sixteen detectives who filled every available seat in the sitting room.
”Sherlock?” A surprised voice rang out, seemingly familiar with Klein.
Who? Klein looked over in slight consternation and realized that Detective Stuart, who he had parted ways with only yesterday, had shown up.
He took a closer look again and recognized Detective Kaslana, who was previously responsible for protecting Ataru, and her assistant Lydia.
”What a coincidence.” Klein upturned the corner of his mouth and approached Stuart with a smile.
Stuart squeezed to the side, vacating his seat halfway up his ass, and patted it:
”Maybe it’s not a coincidence, I read some magazine earlier mentioning that there’s a phenomenon in psychology called coprophagy, it happens when you think about it, haha, just kidding.”
At this point, Eisinger introduced the detectives in the room:
”This is Mr. Sherlock Moriarty, an excellent detective.”
With his endorsement, Caslana and the others looked at Klein with a few more points of trust evident in their gazes, believing that he was indeed an excellent private detective.
After nodding in response, Klein sat down next to Stuart and casually asked:
”Your commission is over?”
”Yes. Atru is doing better, and those bad friends seem to have gone wrong and are no longer a possible threat to him, so we’re out of a job.” Stuart laughed, “I was going to take a few days off, but then I ran into Mr. Stanton convening, so I came over to have a look around, actually, that’s good, I dislike cases with a little bit of spookiness and some scares, well, I mean the ghost story kind of scares, I’d much rather take on a homicide case in comparison!”
After the assistant had poured each a cup of coffee or black tea and distributed the information, Eisinger sat down in his easy chair, pulled out his pipe, and slowly mopped it up:
”I don’t think any of you will be strangers to this latest serial murder case, any thoughts? Speak up and let’s discuss it.”
Stuart, who had a thin face and a lesser beard, raised his hand and jumped in:
”I just looked through the information and realized that the police surprisingly didn’t start their investigation from the identity of the deceased.”
”I don’t think that criminal could have recognized the victim as a former streetwalker just by his eyes, he must have had contact with them, and that’s a very important direction that the police missed! God, this is unbelievable!”
That criminal probability is recognized by eyes …… Klein silently muttered to himself.
In response to Stuart’s questioning, most of the private detectives spoke out in agreement, except for Kaslana, Eisinger, and two or three others who remained silent and didn’t open their mouths.
”This is a very important direction, Stuart, get a few friends to help you and look into it carefully.” When the chatter died down, Eisinger gave a smooth comment.
The next few moments were spent with the detectives expressing their own opinions, sometimes arguing and shouting back, sometimes standing up and pacing, organizing their thoughts, and Crane listening quietly without comment.
When the exchange drew to a close, he suddenly raised his hand and said:
”I’d like information on unsolved serial murders in Beckland, and indeed the entire kingdom, in the last twenty years.”
There was a sudden silence in the room for a few seconds, most of the private detectives failing to understand Klein’s intentions and thoughts for a moment.
Eisinger brought his pipe to his nose, inhaled the odor, and spoke with deliberation:
”You think that the murderer is not a first-time offender?”
”You suspect that he has committed similar crimes before, even if the modus operandi is not the same?”
It wasn’t a suspicion, it was a near certainty …… Klein answered mentally.
This was his reasoning based on the information provided by the “sun”:
Since the murderer was “working” for the promotion of Sequence 6 to Sequence 5, what did he do in Sequence 7, the “Serial Killer” stage?
If he had not committed similar crimes, then it would be difficult for him to digest the magic potion, even with the accumulation of time, sequence 7 to sequence 6 there is a small probability of loss of control, and the “abyss” pathway of the extraordinary belongs to the high-risk patients in this regard.
Therefore, Klein judged that regardless of whether the other party knows how to “play the law” or not, he should have accomplished serial murders for various reasons during the Sequence 7 stage.
In this case, the other party will not take more than a few years to digest the magic potion of Sequence 7, even if we add Sequence 6, the range of twenty years is still a reasonable enough limit, because if the age is too high, no matter whether the magic potion is digested or not, the promotion is quite dangerous, and the whole person will become more and more crazy with the deepening of the ritual, leaving obvious clues.
At this stage, the murderer is calm and has the ability to interfere with divination and tracking, so there are almost no loopholes, but this may not have been the case for him in his early “youthful” days!
The probability is that he was less cautious when he first completed the serial killings!
That’s the best clue to follow!
Many thoughts flashed by, and Klein nodded in response:
”That criminal’s modus operandi doesn’t look like that of a rookie.”
”I have reason to believe he’s done something similar before!”
”Combining the past and present gives us more hope of catching the crux of the problem.”
Hearing his answer, the detectives exchanged words and murmured, and Eisinger heartily exclaimed after a short silence:
”Great thinking!”