Lord of the Mysteries Chapter 119: Real down the street

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Thengen City, 2 Narcissus Flower Street.

The Klein with the note left locked the door, and quickly walked towards the roadside waiting for Leonard Mitchell.

The short black hair of Leonard is longer than last month, and it is neglected and looks very messy.

But even so, coupled with his good looks, emerald-like pupils and poet-like temperament, there is still an alternative beauty.

Sure enough, any hairstyle depends on the face ... Klein subconsciously vomited, pointing in the direction of Iron Cross Street:

"Where are Frye waiting for us?"

"Yes." Leonard sorted out the shirt it didn't pierce, and asked casually, "Did you find any clues from the information?"

Klein left hand, walking along the edge of the street along the edge of the street:

"No, no matter the way of death, or the time of death, I can't find a pattern. You know, ceremonies involving Evil God and Devil must be coordinated with a specific time point or special method."

Leonard touched the special revolver hidden in the waist and under the shirt, and chuckled:

"This is not absolute. In my experience, some Evil God or Devil are very easy to satisfy, as long as he has a strong interest in the next thing."

"And there must be a considerable part of these deaths that are normal, and they must be removed to get the correct answer."

Klein glanced at him:

"So captain let us re-investigate and exclude normal events."

"Leonard, your tone and description tell me that you have sufficient experience in similar areas, but you have been Night Watcher for less than four years. On average, there are no more than two extraordinary cases encountered each month, and most of them They are all simple and easy to solve. "

He always feels that the teammate Leonard Mitchell is weird and mysterious. He not only doubts himself and thinks he is special, but he is also nagging, arrogant, frivolous, and deep.

He also has adventures in could it be that? There are also adventures that make him feel that he is the protagonist of the drama? Klein combines a wealth of movies, novels, and TV series "knowledge" to make a rough guess.

Hearing his question, Leonard smiled and smiled:

"This is because you have not officially entered the state of Night Watcher and are still in the training stage."

"Sacred Hall will organize the extraordinary cases encountered in each church church every six months into books, and according to the different levels of confidentiality, make certain cuts in different versions, and then distribute to each member accordingly."

"If you are outside the mysticism course, you can apply to captain, enter Chanis Gate, and borrow the previous case books."

Klein nodded suddenly:

"captain has never reminded me of this matter."

So far, he has not had a chance to enter Chanis Gate.

Leonard chuckled and said:

"I thought you were used to the style of captain, but I did n’t expect you to naively expect him to remind you."

Speaking of this, he added a meaningful sentence: "If one day captain remembers everything and forgets nothing, then we need to be more vigilant."

This means runaway? Klein nodded solemnly and asked instead:

"This is the unique style of captain? I thought it was a problem with Sleepless sequence ..."

Long staying up causes the memory power to decline ...

"Accurately speaking, it is the unique style of Nightmare. Reality and dreams are intertwined. It is often difficult for people to distinguish which is true, and it needs to be remembered, which is fake, not to be put in the mind ..." Leonard originally thought Say something more, but the two have stepped into Iron Cross Street and saw "Corpse Collector" Frye waiting at the rail public carriage site.

Frye is wearing a black round-edged felt hat, wearing a thin trench coat of the same color, carrying a suitcase in his hand. His skin is so pale that he suspects that he will suddenly fall ill at any time, and the cold and dark temperament makes the surroundings Waiting for the car to stay away from him.

After nodding each other, the three of them didn't open their mouths, converging silently, crossing "Slim Bakery" and turning to Iron Cross Street down the street.

The hustle and bustle came immediately, and street vendors selling foods such as oyster soup, pan-fried meat fish, ginger beer, and fruit shouted in horror, letting pedestrians involuntarily slow down.

At five o'clock at this time, many people returned to Iron Cross Street, and the sides of the road began to be crowded. Some children mixed with them, looks at indifferently, watching all the pockets.

Klein often comes here to buy cheap cooked food, and used to live in a nearby apartment. He knows the state of the place quite well, so he reminded:

"Be careful of thieves."

Leonard smiled and said: "Don't care."

He pulled the shirt and adjusted the gun pocket so that the revolver around his waist was exposed.

Huo Ran watched his eyes move away one after another, and the pedestrians around him did not consciously give way.

... Klein was stunned, quickly followed Leonard and Frye, and lowered his head to prevent people who knew him from noticing himself.

—— Benson and Melissa still keep in touch with some previous neighbors, after all, they have not moved far enough.

After passing through the area with many street vendors, the three of them entered the real Iron Cross Street down the street.

The passers-by are wearing old and ragged clothes. They are alert and greedy for the appearance of strange and bright people, as if staring at a rotten vulture, they may attack at any time, but the Leonard ’s revolver effectively Stopped all accidents.

"Let ’s start our investigation from last night ’s death, starting with the Madam Lauris made of matchboxes." Leonard flipped through the information and pointed not far away, "Floor 1, 134 ..."

As the three went forward, the ragged children playing quickly hid to the side of the road, staring at them with blank, curious, and terrified eyes.

"Look at their arms and their legs, just like matchsticks." Leonard sighed and took the lead in entering No. 134, which has three floors.

All kinds of mixed gas suddenly penetrated into the nostrils of Klein's. He could distinguish the smell of urine, the smell of sweat, the musty smell of moisture and the smell of burning coal and wood.

Ca n’t help raising his hand to cover his nose, Klein saw Billy Mountbatten waiting here.

The sergeant in charge of the surrounding streets has a brownish-brown beard, and it is full of flattery for the Leonard who has revealed his identity as an inspector.

"Sir, I have let Lauris wait in the room." Billy Mountbatten smiled with a slightly sharper unique voice.

He clearly did n’t recognize the much more energetic and decent Klein, and he only wanted to please the three chiefs and led them into the Lauris house on the first floor.

This is a single-room house. The innermost bed is on a two-level high and low bed. On the right is a table with item such as paste and cardboard. There are baskets full of match boxes in the corner. A rotten cupboard holds both clothes and cutlery.

There are stoves, toilets and a small amount of coal and wood squeezed on both sides of the door. There are two dirty floors in the center. A man is sleeping under the quilt with a rotten hole, making people almost sleep. Nowhere to go.

The bottom bunk of the high-low bed, where a woman is lying, her skin cold and gloomy, has obviously lost all her life.

Beside this corpse, a man in his thirties with greasy and messy hair was sitting. His expression was faint and his eyes lost.

"Lauris, these three police officers came to check the body and ask you something." Billy Mountbatten shouted loudly, without taking care of the people on the ground sleeping.

The depressed man looked up feebly and asked in surprise:

"Not checked this morning, have you asked?"

He is wearing a gray-blue work clothes with many traces of patchwork.

"Let you answer, why are there so many questions!" Billy Mountbatten scolded the other party fiercely, then smiled at Leonard, Klein, and Frye, "Sir, that's Lauris, and his wife is on the bed, too It is the deceased, and after our preliminary examination, he died of a sudden illness. "

Klein and others stepped on their toes and walked from the gap between the floors to the bed.

With high nose and thin lips, the cold Frye did n’t speak, but only patted Lauris gently, motioning him to give way to facilitate his body inspection.

Klein glanced at the sleeping man on the ground and asked in doubt:

"This is this?"

"I, my tenant." Lauris scratched his scalp. "This room costs 3shilling10 pence a week. I'm just a dock worker. My wife made 1 matchbox to get two and four quarters. One penny, there is 1 basket, yes, more than 130 boxes, we, we still have children, I can only rent the spare space to others, a floor shop only needs 1shilling per week ... "

“I have a tenant who helped set the scene in the theater. I did n’t know rest before 10pm, so I sold the floor use rights during the day to this man. This gentleman, he is the one who guards the gate of the theater at night, um, He only pays 6p, every week ... "

Listening to the chattering introduction, Klein couldn't help but looked at the basket in the corner.

If you eat more than 130 boxes, you only earn 2.25 pence, the price of almost two pounds of black bread ...... How much can you make in a day? (Note 1)

Leonard looked around and asked:

"Is there anything unusual before your wife died?"

Lauris, who had answered similar questions for a long time, pointed to the left chest: "From last week, um, maybe last week, she often said that it was stuffy and breathless."

Having any signs of heart disease? A normal death? Klein interjected and asked:

"Did you see the process of her death?"

Lauris recalled and said:

"After the sun goes down, she will not work anymore. Candles and kerosene are much more expensive than matchboxes ... she said she was tired, let me talk to the two children, she first rest, wait for me to watch When she was, she was already, she had stopped breathing. "

Speaking of which, the sadness and pain of Lauris can no longer be covered.

Klein and Leonard asked several more questions, but none of them found unnatural or abnormal factors.

After looking at each other, Leonard said:

"Mr. Lauris, please go out and wait a few minutes. We will do an in-depth examination of the body. I think you will not want to see the next picture."

"Okay, okay." Lauris hurriedly stood up.

Billy Mountbatten walked to the side, kicked the tenant sleeping on the floor, kicked the other party out roughly, and closed the door consciously, staying outside.

"How is it?" Leonard immediately looked at Frye.

"Died of heart disease." Frye withdrew his hands and said affirmatively.

Klein thought about it and took out half-penny denomination copper coins, intending to make a quick judgment.

"'Madam Lauris's heart disease has extraordinary factors'? No, this is too narrow, and the answer is misleading ... well, 'Madam Lauris's death has extraordinary factors' ... that's it!" Silently whispering thoughtfully, the divination sentence was quickly determined.

In meditation, Klein came to the body of Madam Lauris, pupils turned deep, and coins popped up.

When the aftertone reverberates, the brass-colored coin rolls down and stops firmly in his palm.

This time, the king's head is facing up.

This shows that the death of Madam Lauris does have extraordinary factors!

Note 1: At the end of Victoria ’s era, a basket is 144 matchboxes, the labor cost is 2.25 pence, and the limit of a woman from morning to night is 7 baskets.