The Lord Of The Mysteries

The Chapter 270

Bang out! Bang out! Bang out!

Holding the revolver he had hired from the Quelaag Club with one hand, Klein pulled the trigger repeatedly, hitting the target on target, with the worst shot hitting the ring 8.

By feeding his practice with live bullets, along with the superhuman control he had after becoming a Clown, his shooting skills were considered excellent.

If I continue to train for a few months, I can even be considered a sniper. Klein released the gun in satisfaction and cleaned the empty shell. They fell to the ground noisily as he looked at Talim Dumont with a smile.

"Are you satisfied?"

"It's so good." The equestrian master, Talim, had taken off his black wool coat and young gray sweater and taken a boxing position. "Come, let me see your fighting skill standards. I can tell you honestly that I have received training as a training knight since I was young, and I never wasted it."

As a Beyonder, if I can't even defeat an ordinary person who only receives training, then I might as well die! Klein cursed silently. Without taking off his double-breasted coat, he put down his revolver. Klein took two steps to the side and signaled to Talim that he could start.

He originally wanted to shake his finger to add to the atmosphere, but when he thought of the other party's strength, he couldn't be bothered to waste his time.

Talim looked a little excited as he started to jump around a bit. He suddenly pressed forward and threw a punch to the right.

Klein blocked and grabbed with his left hand, bowed low and twisted his waist before extending out his right palm, and did a smooth backflip.

Thud. Talim flew out, landing on his back. Klein did not exert any force towards the end, simply throwing it off his feet through the use of inertia.

"That's amazing!" Talim quickly stood up and gave a thumbs up. "As expected of a famous detective. Your shooting and fighting skills are excellent."

I only defeated weak chickens like you, so how could you know that my fighting skills were so high? Klein quietly railed and asked with a smile, "Now that you have a better picture, can you tell me what kind of request your friend has?"

"Heh heh, he will come to the club later. You can talk among yourself." Talim massaged his back as he said, "As for what exactly the request is, I'm not sure either. Oh, right, he's a reporter at the Daily Observer, Mike Joseph. He probably expects short-term protection."

"Good." Klein did not ask any more questions. He continued to practice shooting, but he did not limit himself to a gun. He also trained with hunting rifles, single-shot rifles, and repetitive rifles. He hoped that if he encountered any problems in the future, he would be able to use any firearms around him.

Shortly before twelve p.m., he returned to the first floor, went to the buffet cafeteria, and got a serving of grilled chicken and a piece of fried steak, as well as a cream cheese lobster of limited club supplies.

After putting down his meal, Klein got Feynaptter seafood rice, fruit salad, oyster broth, and marquis black tea.

Facing this luxurious lunch, he could only swallow a mouthful of saliva as he praised the Goddess in his heart.

If this was eaten outside, it would probably cost 3 soli. Klein switched between using a silver knife, fork, and spoon as he ate with satisfaction.

As he was about to finish with the food on the table, Talim Dumont led a man, in a thick coat and half a hat, closer.

"Detective Moriarty, this is the friend I'm talking about, Mike Joseph. Mike, this is the famous detective, Mr. Sherlock Moriarty," Talim smiled and introduced them.

"It's nice to meet you." Mike took off his hat and bowed.

He looked to be in his late twenties, with thin eyebrows and rough skin. The pores are very prominent.

However, his facial features were not bad. His blue eyes are so charming. Two thin lines of thin whiskers gave her a somewhat mature charm.

Inevitably Klein stroked the beard that became thicker around his lips. He got up and invited the other party to sit down, then he smiled and said, "Today's cream cheese lobster is pretty good. You can try it."

"Good." Mike Joseph did not refuse. He took the plate, made a circle, and took a lot of food.

"He came in a hurry, so he hasn't had lunch yet" Talim smiled as he explained to his friend and placed a stack of newspapers on the table.

"i can tell." Klein put down his knife and fork, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and sipped his black tea casually.

He was very satisfied with his food.

At the time, Mike Joseph returned with two plates of food. He took a few quick bites to fill his stomach before staring at Klein.

"Whose organs were taken?" Klein's heart skipped a beat as he asked.

Talim nodded and said dejectedly, "As expected, every detective pays attention to this serial killer."

Mike pulled out one of the papers and pushed it to Klein. "This is the latest story."

Klein picks it up and discovers that it's the Daily Observer Mike works for. On the front page are the words:

"11! Another woman was killed! The Sivellaus Yard is helpless!"

The headquarters of the Backlund Police Department is located on Sivellaus Street on the edge of the Empress Borough, so they are also known as the Sivellaus Yard.

11? Is this the eleventh case? Klein resisted the urge to frown and continued reading. He discovered that it was indeed the same as the case he had encountered before. The victim was a woman who wore a beautiful long skirt and had her intestines removed from her stomach.

This was clearly the case with signs of devil worship everywhere. The Sivellaus Yard must have submitted the case to the Nighthawks, Mandated Punishers, or the Machine Hivemind squads. They have people who are capable of divination, mediums, and all sorts of magical and effective Beyonder methods. How this case was not dismissed. Why hasn't the culprit been arrested? Do criminals have rich 'anti-investigation' powers and are able to destroy the souls of the dead? Or could it be that the soul that had died, along with its innards, was extracted to meet the requirements of the devil worship ritual? Yes, he must have been able to interrupt the prophecy .. Indeed, if the path of the Demon Beyonders did not have such power, how could they dare to commit serial murder, "You want to do a personal investigation?

"Sorry, I can't take this case. Without the invitation of the police, I can't accept it. I have to maintain a good relationship with them."

The so-called good relations were the kind where they invited me to the police station for coffee.

The real reason for his refusal was that it was easy to meet with the official Beyonders involved in the investigation of the serial murders, possibly including the Nighthawks in the Diocese of Backlund.

"No, not an investigation. No, the exact description is not an investigation to find the killer.I just want to finish my report," Mike Joseph swallowed the shrimp and explained.

"Report?" Klein put down his white enamel cup, crossed his arms, and casually asked Mike Joseph.

Mike Joseph said, "If you buy the Daily Observer tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, you'll see my deep coverage of the serial murders. The most important part is my disclosure of the similarities the victims have to remind people who belong to this group."

"Oh, what do they have in common?" Klein asked curiously.

Mike sipped his coffee and said, "In addition to being a woman and wearing a colorful dress, there is one other important thing they have in common. I conducted a thorough investigation into the victim's career and found interesting news.

"Some of them were housemaids, others were textile workers, tailors, and even teachers. On the surface, there seems to be no overlap, but in reality, they are all street girls."

"War girl? A teacher?" Klein asked in surprise.

In the Loen Kingdom, teachers were part of the middle class and received at least two pounds a week. That is enough to make a woman live a pretty good life, so she does not need to be a street girl.

The corner of Mike's mouth twitched as he sighed and said, "Yes, in the past. They may have a very difficult time before they find a job that can support them.

“i've done surveys before. In Backlund, one in six women aged 15 to 55 was or had been a street girl. Heh, this is our country. The foreigners who come here are surprised that a very conservative country, a bustling metropolis, will actually be filled with street girls."

I-this figure is a little excessive. If it is true, it can only be said that reality can be more exaggerated than fiction. After some thought, he said intentionally, "One question, how did the killer know that his victim was a street girl? They don't have a label on them, and even you need a thorough investigation to find this."

"As expected of a great detective, this may be the clue" Mike Joseph replied without feeling surprised.

No, if it was the Beyonder of the Devil Path, then the standard he would choose was someone who seemed to have drowned but did not really degenerate completely. Furthermore, they must have a keen intuition for degeneration, and they may be able to see the corresponding "colors" flowing in. With the colorful dress as the trigger, the target would basically be locked.. Klein answered himself and asked, "So, what else do you want to investigate?"

Mike nodded and said, "Of these 11 cases, ten women were once street girls, except for one. She's still a whore today. Yeah, he's the youngest cyber, sixteen years old. This makes it very, very strange. I'd like to visit Golden Rose, which is her, uh—where she works for further investigation. I want to see if I can find something.

"i'm worried that my question will anger the people there, so I plan to ask you to protect me while you don't have to teach them a lesson, and you just need to protect me at the most critical moment and let me escape.

"If nothing happens, I'll pay you a pound, and if there's a fight, it'll be raised to five pounds. What do you think?"

Klein laughed and replied, "Let me wash my hands before answering you."

He bowed politely and walked to the bathroom where he tossed a coin and got a positive answer. This is the late Victorian era, statistics in London.