The Lord Of The Mysteries

The Chapter 280

The corner of East Borough.

The drunk Zeon faced the wall, took off his pants, and began to water the moss comfortably.

When he finished, someone suddenly patted his shoulder.

Zeon could not help but shiver a few times. He took his pants and half turned to look at a short boy with a canvas jacket and hat.

"The "bitch" raised his head, revealing a soft and delicate face despite looking dirty.

"Xio's? Why are you dressed like that?" Zeon exclaimed in shock.

Xio put his index finger to his lips to show the need for silence.

Then, he pressed his voice and said, "I'll ask and you answer. Lower your voice."

Shocked by his astonishing presence, Zeon could only nod.

"Who among them, known as Williams, has died in the last two days?" Xio asked in a low voice.

Zeon used his alcohol-paralyzed brain to think for a moment and said, "Gavin! Gavin was found drowned in the Tussock River this morning!

"He probably fell into the river last night. The poor man did not know how to swim and liked to enjoy the breeze by the river while he was drunk."

Xio's gaze suddenly became sharp. Without hesitation, he asked, "Did Gavin accept Williams' request to search for the wanted criminal, Lanevus?"

"Of course, we all got this commission from Williams. Anyway, it's not a big deal. All we have to do is show the portrait to everyone we know and keep an eye on someone who looks like him. Oh, Williams, he said that if there was a clue, he'd buy me three days of booze and meat! That poor fellow actually died in a gas explosion. That's why I refused my owner to install a gas pipe! Uh.. That was months ago.I can only afford a cheap motel now," Gene blabbed.

"Which region is Gavin responsible for? Did he mention anything to you?" Xio looked to the side, pursed his lips, and stared straight at Zeon.

“B-he usually goes to the pier area near East Balam Pier. He even met me last night and said that he went to the Workers Alliance Tavern there to spread the word of his search against Lanevus, and he also showed the portrait of Lanevus to everyone present." Gen hiccups.

There are many docks in the Backlund, most of which are considered as dock areas and designated as "shipyards".

"And after that? Did Gavin say what he was going to do?" Xio asked again, frowning doubtfully.

"Of course, drink! He planned to drink and then find a place to sleep! Oh, that poor land must have been feeling hot from drinking and wanting to bathe in the river, but she forgot she couldn't. swim, and it's almost winter!" Zeon breathed again.

Gavin found nothing. He had gone to the Alliance Workers' Shop at East Balam Pier and distributed "fliers" in search of Lanevus, but eventually met his end. Even involving Williams.The killer's reaction can no longer be described as extreme anymore. He's just a crazy guy…

If I were Lanevus, the easiest option would be to immediately move to another place and avoid being found. Except—unless he's involved in something and can't leave anytime soon. There are also many bounty hunters. He might have killed Williams, but could he have killed that many people? If he had the ability, he would have killed everyone who was spreading wanted posters in the Sivellaus Yard!

Xio was completely confused by the whole matter, just like how he found Williams' death impossible.

In the end, he decided to report the matter to Miss Audrey first, and then went to the Tavern Alliance of Workers in East Balam undercover. He would not ask and just observe to see if anyone was suspicious.

…

Cherwood Borough. Rice Police Station.

Once again, Klein found himself curled up on a bench equipped with backrests with thieves and drunks.

Thinking that I would meet the police and fail to take a detour in time. It's all because of that fucking serial killer! As Klein cursed the person, he thought about how to hide his charm and herbal powder that he could not explain and avoided the search for the body that followed him.

He had tried putting it in his black gloves, then found an opportunity to slip it into a hidden spot at the police station, only to pick it up when he left.

Just then, his eyes sparkled and he saw a young lawyer, Jurgen Cooper, with his hair neatly combed back. He was dressed as if he was attending a banquet. When Cooper arrived, he was accompanied by a policeman.

"You can leave after signing your name," Jurgen said with a solemn expression as usual.

"Is that everything?" Klein asked in surprise.

Juergen nodded small.

"Yes, they know you're a famous detective."

What kind of reason is this? Klein did not dare to ask any further. He immediately got up and followed Jurgen who was wearing a long black tweed suit. He signed his name casually before leaving.

The weather was different from the last time he was taken out of the police station by Jurgen. There is no rain and only thick clouds covering the moon and red stars. The street is lit by gas lamps lined up on both sides of the road.

"Thank you very much! I've been troubling you once again!" Klein quickly walked forward and came to Jurgen's side.

Jurgen turned to look at her and said to her without a smile, "There's no need to thank me. This is my job.

"Two pounds."

"…" Klein assessed him seriously and revealed a smile. "okay."

His wallet bulged up recently, and he took out two one-pound notes at a time.

Without the slightest bit of courtesy, Jurgen accepted the payment and said, "If you are willing to forge a formal partnership, then every time you come to the police station, I will only charge you a pound. Of course, not for serious cases.you should understand that most of the fees I charge will go into the office."

I think I'll often be invited to the police station for coffee. There is not even a cup of water! Before Klein could answer, he heard Jurgen add.

"For a private detective, getting in and out of a police station is something that happens every once in a while. This is a job hazard.

"Your response this time was great. The police could not find enough evidence to prove that you were carrying a gun illegally, and the explanation for the gunpowder reaction in your body was sufficient. The Quelaag Club's name was enough to convince them; otherwise, you most likely have to go to the magistrate's court.

"So, you're not a suspect, but a good citizen. A good citizen who took a gun and handed it over, so there's no need for a body search."

All right. But I lost the gun and the corresponding bullet. That's a few pounds, and there's also a lawyer's fee. Klein smiled a smile.

"i understand. Jurgen's lawyer, let's forge a formal partnership."

Jurgen's mouth twitched. With a very professional smile, he reached out his hand and said, "i look forward to a pleasant partnership.

"i really hope that I don't have to see you too often at the police station."

It was not something that was up to me to decide. Klein laughed self-deprecatingly.

…

Back at 15 Minsk Street, Klein calmed himself down with a hot bath.

But at that moment, he once again heard an illusory prayer coming from a woman.

Miss Justice? Are there any clues about Lanevus? Klein suddenly jumped out of the bathtub, quickly dried his body, put on his clothes, and left on top of the gray fog.

Staring at the crimson star that was constantly expanding and shrinking, he expanded his spirituality and chose to listen.

"Stupid people who don't belong to this era…

"Esteemed Stupid Master, there's a problem with the investigation of Lanevus …"

Justice, who wore a white dress for unknown reasons, recounted the explosion that occurred on Dharavi Street in East Borough, as well as the sinking of Gavin.

As a Telepath, who had gained some mastery, he did not add his own guesses, so as not to affect Mr.'s judgment. Fools.

After listening closely, Klein frowned, feeling that the killer's reaction was extreme.

Unlike Rear Admiral Hurricane Qilangos, Lanevus, as a con man, would immediately make a move if he discovered something was amiss. It should be his professional instinct. There was no reason to follow the clues in reverse and kill those who were looking for him.

According to this standard, 80% of East Borough bounty hunters will die. This will cause a sensation and cause the case to be taken over by Nighthawks, Mandated Punishers, or Machinery Hivemind!

Hmm... What benefit did Lanevus obtain, from the ritual of praying to the True Creator to bring down his son, drive him crazy? This is very consistent with the style of the True Creator. However, the problem lies in the fact that it will be difficult for a madman to hide himself… Klein was immersed in deep thought and did not rush to respond. Miss Justice.

He had read the newspaper and found out about the explosion, so he used a dream prophecy to remember the details.

Then he wrote a new divination statement:

"Embol at Dharavi Street."

As he read it in his heart, he leaned back in his chair and entered the dream. He saw the three-story apartment in a grayish-blue.

On the third floor of the apartment, a room lost its windows and half of its walls had been destroyed. It was filled with signs of explosions.

The scene quickly shattered. Klein awoke from his daydream as he knocked on the edge of the table and thought to himself.

The clue is in the CTF?

… This revelation may also mean that the murderer is still watching the CTF and wants to finish off the person who came to investigate the matter.

This will give him a chance to find the person who just issued the bounty for Lanevus.

I'll visit the TKP in disguise and see if I can find the killer. Even if he was not a Lanevus, he would have been connected to Lanevus.

But he must have hidden himself very well. How can I find him without attracting his attention?

A thought flashed as Klein's eyes were directed to the All-Black Eye on the long bronze table. This is a characteristic of the Beyonder left behind by Master Nimblewright Rosago.

In the real world, I cannot use this item to manipulate that strange thread because of the rest of the mental damage from the True Creator. There will be permanent damage after interacting with it for a period of time. However, if it is used for a while, I can use the thread to find the hidden person. That's something acceptable. Just like how I used it to determine if Miss Guards had left before. Klein narrowed his eyes, released his spirit pendulum, and predicted whether his journey would be dangerous.

The answer is positive, but the amplitude and frequency of its spin are not excessive.

It was acceptable. Klein was silent for a few seconds before returning to the real world.

Then, by calling himself, he placed the All-Black Eye into the iron cigarette case and brought it back to his bedroom.

After changing her clothes, putting her beard on, and getting ready, Klein came to the front of the mirror and examined himself.

The faint scientific tremor he had was completely hidden by the beard on his face, and his brown eyes looked like an ancient pond that hid and sealed something within.

Compared to when he was in Tingen City, Klein barely recognized himself.

One by one, he stretched out his fingers and clenched them. Looking in the mirror, he said in a low and hoarse voice, "Captain, this is the first step to avenge you and me."

Before he finished his sentence, he saw himself grinning in the mirror, a brilliant smile on his face.