The Lord Of The Mysteries

The Chapter 271

19 Hope Street, Cherwood Borough.

The area is located close to the Tussock River which passes through the Backlund. Hikers can see the murky but unusually wide surface of the water through the cracks and crevices in their homes.

Daily Observer reporter Mike Joseph got off the train and pointed to a grayish-blue three-story building in front of them. He said to Klein, who was standing beside him and wearing a double-breasted black suit and a half-top hat and gold-framed glasses, "That's a Golden Rose, the best legal brothel in the Backlund Bridge area, also as Cherwood Borough. Open at three o'clock in the afternoon and stay open until two o'clock in the morning."

Best legal brothels in Cherwood and Backlund Bridge? In other words, is there anything better in these two regions but is it illegal? Klein silently pondered and glanced at the entrance that had gold roses inlaid. It doesn't hang any sign.

"It doesn't count as a street girl, does it?" he answered without thinking.

"Of course, it's from a higher class." Mike personally led Klein to the front of the building and pushed the door open.

As soon as he entered, Klein smelled a slightly pungent aroma of the mixture and heard a soothing yet suggestive melody.

Instinctively, he looked around and saw guards, with black coats and half hats, standing on either side of the entrance and in every corner of the hall. As legitimate businesses, they are clearly meant to deal with drunkards and rude people.

The golden hall was surrounded by all sorts of sofas, chairs, and even a piano. In the middle, there is a dancing area.

Back then, there were many women sitting in different places with golden, brown, pale yellow, or black colored hair. Some of them looked mature, some were shy and young, some were young and attractive, and others were rather beautiful.

These women enjoy melodies, giggling while chatting with each other, reading newspapers and magazines quietly, or dancing with men.

It was only half past three in the afternoon, so there were not many customers. At first glance, this place looks more like a ball than a brothel.

"If you come after eight o'clock at night, you'll see some interesting shows. Heh heh, if any woman catches your attention, go and invite them to dance then ask for their price amidst the beautiful melodies. If both parties can come to an agreement, you can head to the second or third floor and have some fun in some rooms. Hehe, as long as you are willing to spend money, you can sleep here all night. " Mike turned his head from left to right, suddenly losing his former composure and decency, looking a little more reckless.

He walked into the hall with a smile, and he approached a young girl who was at most fifteen or sixteen years old.

A-is he showing his true nature, or is this the behavior of a professional? Klein watched, slightly flabbergasted as he subconsciously followed behind Mike Joseph.

"The victim, Siber, was only 16 years old. In theory, a girl of the same age is more likely to be a friend and will know more," At the time, Mike lowered his voice and explained.

He then raised his thin eyebrows and asked in a normal voice, "Which woman caught your attention?"

"I'm just your bodyguard" Klein replied with a perfectly normal logic.

Mike nodded slightly and suddenly laughed.

"i'm not used to being watched when I do that kind of thing."

"I'll keep watch outside." Klein understood what Mike meant, and took a serious professional stance.

Without a word, Mike walked up to the young girl, bowed, and stretched out his hand, inviting her to dance.

Being a prostitute at this age, Backlund was really very different and dirty .. Heh, to think that there would be a seemingly good-natured middle-aged man patronizing this place. Even the sides of her hair were bleached. Klein lowered his hands and stood up straight, watching Mike and the young girl dancing slowly.

After a few minutes, Mike walked back and said to Klein in a slight upset, "That's too expensive."

As the two approached each other, he added in a low voice, "The girl knows Siber, but the owner, Ma'am. Lopez, forbid they talk to others about the matter; otherwise, they would be severely punished. God, when the punishment was mentioned, the poor girl even shuddered instinctively. I can imagine how horrible that is."

Helpless, Klein sighed in sympathy, and asked in a depressed voice, "So, what are you planning?"

"i don't want to make trouble for those girls anymore. I plan to go straight to Mom. Lopez." Mike patted Klein on the shoulder and said, "Protect me!"

Klein turned his body to the side and warned in a serious tone, "If we face a dangerous situation, you should listen to me.

"Do you understand? Listen to me!"

"OK okay." Mike raised his hand to the shoulder and nodded.

As he spoke, he walked towards a sofa in the corner. There was a charming woman, with thick makeup, in a pretty dress sitting there.

"If you don't want to give up after dancing and embarrass yourself in front of the girls, I suggest you talk to Ma'am. Lopez first and find out the price of the girls," Mike raised his voice.

The woman heard their conversation and looked up. He slowly got up and smiled.

"Good day, gentlemen.I'm Lopez. Is there a girl you like?"

"Yes." Yeah." Mike suddenly judged her and said with a laugh, "I admire you so much."

I admire you too. You act as if this is your home.

Lopez's expression froze for a moment, then she laughed fakely and said, "Sorry, I'm not feeling well today. you should know that there are times every month where women feel unwell."

Seeing that there was no way to bring Lopez into the conversation room, Mike was silent for a few seconds before suddenly turning serious.

"Mom. Lopez, I'm a reporter. I want to know more about the Siberian issue. This is my documentary evidence."

Lopez's face darkened and she replied impatiently, "i've told the police everything I know. You should ask them!

"Siber is a homeless orphan adopted by me. That night, he received an invitation from a guest to spend the night at his home, and he died on his way back in the morning.

"All right, please go! Or invite a woman to dance."

As he spoke, Lopez waved at his two guards.

After a few steps, Klein said in a low voice, "He's lying."

"Oh?" Mike looked at me in surprise.

"When he spoke, his eyes looked around. He doesn't dare to look at you directly, but he also secretly judges you, which means he lies and sees your reaction. Besides, his attitude was very defensive, and he looked very agitated." Klein gave his analysis.

Mike opened his mouth and exclaimed after a few seconds, "You're really a great detective. Only with keen observation and exceptional deduction skills can you find such useful details."

It was only because I had activated my Spirit Vision and was able to see that Lopez's emotional color was not true, it's time for us to go."

Mike Joseph looked back at Lopez and saw that he was walking towards the side door of the hall, as if he was going to go to his own sitting room, and that the side door was in the corner of the room. Around there was very quiet, and there were many areas in the hall that could not see what was happening inside. There were also two guards standing guard outside.

"Maybe, we should follow Ma'am. Lopez and watch her reaction. Perhaps anxiety just now would have made him do something.." Suddenly Mike turned his head to look towards Klein. "Can you take care of those two guards quickly?"

"Sir, I'm only responsible for your protection, and it's against the law." Klein smiled in response.

"I'll pay you more! A total of five pounds based on the battle price from before! If there's another fight when we run, it'll be 10 pounds!" Mike Joseph gritted his teeth.

"Agreed!" Klein reached out and shook his hand.

After which, the two of them spun around to avoid the two guards from before and quietly approached the side door.

"Guests, please stop. Please leave this area." One of the guards stepped forward and stopped Klein and Mike Joseph.

"Sorry, we'll be right away." Klein bowed politely and apologized.

At that moment, his right fist suddenly punched out, hitting the stomach of the guard in front of him violently.

The guard instinctively held onto his stomach, his body bent. As for Klein, who was now standing, he raised his left hand and cut off the head of the guard at the back.

Pow!

The guard fell to the ground and fainted. His colleagues were clearly shocked by this turn of events. He just stared blankly and failed to react in time.

Klein immediately slid and covered the mouth of the guard with his right hand and punched his stomach with his left fist.

Bang out!

The guard suddenly bent down and spewed out his undigested food, and Klein immediately withdrew his right hand and cut down with his palm.

At the same time, his left hand propped up his opponent, letting the guard fall slowly to the ground without making a sound.

After exchanging views. Klein turned the knob, pushed the side door, and stepped in. Mike Joseph lowered his body and quickly followed.

Why are you so skilled .. You're just a reporter! Klein railed slowly, walking quickly but with quick steps along the paved corridor.

Suddenly, they heard Lopez's voice.

"Tell Capim not to send anyone in the next few days!

The captain? Send anyone? Klein looked at Mike and found him just as confused.

At that moment, they heard Lopez's footsteps leading to the corridor.

"Let's go!" Klein pulled Mike and ran to the exit without turning around.

During this process, he closed the side door and opened the lock in passing. It could prevent the people inside from going out for a while.

Then, as if nothing had happened, they hurriedly walked through the hall and approached the exit while hearing faint angry voices.

After arriving on the road, Mike heaved a sigh of relief and said in amazement and sincerity, "i have experienced many similar scenarios, but it has never been as simple and relaxing as today.

"thank you. I have to go back to find out who Capim is."

As he spoke, he took out his wallet, took out a five-pound note, and muttered, "But frankly, your price is very expensive. That's more than a half-week's pay."

"But you can claim a replacement, right?" Klein replied with a smile. Afterwards, he asked with concern, "Are you not afraid that Lopez will find your newspaper company and get the police to arrest you?"

"That's a fake identity card." Mike Joseph shrugged his shoulders in a familiar manner.

"…" Klein could only admire him.

After seeing Mike get on the train and leave, he walked diagonally across the street, waiting for a public train and watching whoever was chasing him.

At that moment, a rented carriage slowly approached and stopped in front of him.

A middle-aged man in black clothes came out of the carriage and nodded at Klein.

He had blue eyes, a thin face, and a gray temple. It was the same old man Klein had seen in the Golden Rose.

He is not a customer of the Golden Rose.He is just like us. Klein suddenly realized this.

"Hello, I'm Detective Isengard Stanton. I'm helping the police on this case. Can we have a chat?" The middle-aged man pointed at the train tracks.