The Lord Of The Mysteries

The Chapter 310

Mr Der Shaw? Mr Hibbert Hall? Who're they? Acting as if he had no doubt, Klein said half-jokingly, "Let's hope they can bring the blue sky and sunshine to the Backlund."

"Yes, although burning in your own hearth is everyone's freedom and is a right granted by law, blue skies and sunlight are more desirable things." Luke Sammer, a member of the Soot Reduction Association, sighed with emotion and pointed to the hired carriage. "We have to go. Mary needs a lot of help."

Stelyn Sammer added, feigning restraint, "There may be Members of Parliament coming to the banquet, from the Backlund district or from the kingdom."

"i can imagine the grandeur of this banquet." Klein was flattered politely and saw the Sammer family get on the train and leave.

As he turned towards the post office at the end of the street, a postman in a dark green uniform arrived by train and sent a letter to his mailbox.

Letter me? Klein took out a bundle of keys and casually picked out a simple and brass-colored one.

Kacha!

Master Key easily opened the mailbox.

I just need to have this key in the future. Klein muttered as he took out the newspaper he subscribed to and his letter.

The letter was from Isengard Stanton.

He has also examined the long and unresolved serial murders of yesterday and has picked the most suspicious, and after getting initial confirmation from the police department about the current state of the suspects, he has written letters to Klein, Kaslana, and others.Private detectives, who are interested in this angle, to share his findings.

That included two cases that Klein was focused on.

The great detective thought the same.The letter I just wrote was useless. Klein joked before returning to the living room.

According to Isengard, random murder cases against people who returned home late have resulted in a large number of suspects, but the suspects have never been narrowed down. After all these years, it is very difficult, almost hopeless, to try to find new clues.

One of the four suspects in the other case was a teenager whose mother was also a victim of a prostitute and a single mother who had her as her only child. He has been mistreated by his mother, has become the police's first suspect, but less than half a year after the case, he was seriously injured in a gang shootout in East Borough and died in a surgical room at a charity hospital.

His body was cremated along with those who were witnesses before being buried in the cemetery.

Therefore, it was impossible for him to connect with the current serial killer.

If he had not been cremated, I would have dug up the grave to verify him. Klein, who had once risen from the dead, seriously considered the possibility of the other party returning from the dead.

Of the three remaining suspects, one has moved several times in recent years. The police have lost track of the situation and need more time to find it. One went bankrupt and moved to the East Borough of North Borough, while the other still ran a grocery store on the same street.

Klein took out a new piece of paper, describing the situation, and then asked the recipient to observe the two suspects with a specific address in secret. He stressed, "The serial killers are all cruel, brutal, and very aggressive. Please be careful not to get too close to them; act as if you are just an ordinary neighbor observing them.

"The information I need has to do with their recent mental state, such as whether they are irritable, whether they like to confine themselves in the room, rarely communicate with other people, and whether they are irritable, and have they ever beaten anyone else."

This was also the information he got from The Sun. After each murder, the Devil will eat the victim's organs according to the ritual and remain bloodthirsty, manic state until a new victim appears.

After stressing the need to pay attention to the safety of the investigator, Klein folded the letter, put it in a new envelope, and stuck a black stamp on its surface.

Then he wrote down the recipient's name: "Stuart detective."

…

In Empress Borough, Count Hall's luxury villa.

Susie was lying in the corner of the study, looking around as if bored.

With a protruding belly, Count Hall sucked his pipe and said to his eldest son, "Do you why do I insist that you become a member of the National Atmospheric Pollution Council?"

Hibbert Hall replied while thinking, "you want to influence the formulation of relevant laws and policies?"

"No, even though I am the second largest shareholder of the Constant Coal and Steel Consortium, I am not too concerned with this matter. I have no doubt that fixing atmospheric pollution is a future trend.

"Hibbert, although our family has a fixed seat in the House of Lords, and you will also become a Member of Parliament of the House of Lords in due course, he said, so why do some nobles have more influence than others when they are all Members of the House of Lords Parliament? Apart from the Speaker and others with special status."

"That's just part of it. In addition to their own ability to deal with problems, people will always rely on those who have rich experience, and those who have participated in many similar things. In the future, if you want to have any achievements.in politics, in addition to inheriting a seat, you also need to try your best to participate in things and show the appropriate ability. Gradually, your activities will attract the attention of various DPR Members. Slowly they will find you trustworthy and that will be your source of influence.

“Look at the current situation of the nobles in the Republic of Intis, Hibbert.You must understand that with the passage of time and the development of society, the obvious privileges will weaken, and, and a person's title will become increasingly unimportant. It's just an honorary degree, and the position and influence of the business world is what you should pay attention to" Count Hall explained in detail.

"What if you find something you're not good at?" Hibbert muttered to himself.

"Then pretend that you can handle it. Don't worry about wasting money; form a professional team, listen to their opinions, and make decisions. Everyone has a lot of fields they don't master, and only multi-faceted money." Count Hall gave words of advice.

Hibbert replied in enlightenment, "i understand, Father."

At this moment, Susie, who was at the side, yawned from boredom.

When it was all over, she sneaked into Audrey's art studio, repeated everything she heard, and finally muttered, "i don't know what they're talking about."

Audrey listened to him seriously, then she said with a faint smile, "They're discussing a good thing that involves reducing the pungent smell you smell."

"Is that so?" Susie asked without fully understanding it.

Audrey did not answer and thought of anything else.

He intended to quietly draw attention to the poor conditions of the East Borough, the factory area, and the dock area, but in the last two social gatherings, he found himself unable to find a chance.

Those nobles, those Members of Parliament, and senior civil servants would never even talk about such things. There was no way to direct them to the topic even if he wanted to!

…

On Monday afternoon, Klein returned to 15 Minsk Street from the Quelaag Club.

Since Stuart had not given any results from his preliminary investigation, and since he had temporarily been unable to find a suitable candidate to become a Pharmacist, Klein had nothing to do yesterday and today. Therefore, he only went to Quelaag Club to practice shooting, reading, and getting free food.

In the process, he knew many other club members.

This was the lifeblood for future business opportunities. Klein sighed with emotion, took four counter-clockwise steps and went above the gray fog.

He made his preparations, step by step, first juggling the fake World, familiarizing himself with the control of the Black-Eyed Eye, and then sending a message to the Sun that the meeting of the Tarot was about to begin.

After all this was done, Klein waited for three o'clock to arrive. Then, he reached out to touch the corresponding crimson star and made a strong connection. The witch also had her own illusory star.

Under the pretext of concentrating on his writing, Fors Wall sent Xio away, and for a moment he was blown away by the sudden flow of gray fog.

In the blink of an eye, he found himself above the mysterious and calm gray fog. He was inside a majestic palace, and in front of him was a speckled ancient bronze table. Around the table were one blurry figure after another.

One figure after another? One figure after another! Is this the meeting member Mr. spoke of. A fool? Fors feels that the members of this secret meeting are all very, very powerful Beyonders.

Except for me, he thought, without confidence and full of fear.

However, looking at it from another perspective, since I was able to join this meeting as Order 9, the other members might not be very strong. The requirement for this meeting was definitely not about strength, but for some other reason, a member had to successfully establish a relationship with Mr. Fools. Fors quickly rejected his first assessment and relaxed a little.

At the same time, Audrey also discovered that there was a new person at the meeting today.

This is a woman ... Is it Xio or Fors? Did he pass the exam? Or is it someone else? Audrey almost forgot to say hello to Mr. Fool in his attempt to take a closer look at new member features.

No matter how blurry the figure was, he could still see her hair color, her silhouette, her accent, and her verbal cues!

Hmm. I should also pay attention. In the beginning, Mr. Hanged Man had managed to identify me as a noble from the special pronunciation of certain words, and from my habit of using certain special words ..Audrey stood up, lifted up her skirt, she said, and said to Klein at the end. of the long bronze table, "Good day, Mr. Fool."

After the greeting, he did not hide his curiosity. He looked at the new member who was sitting in the same row as him and asked with a smile, "This?"