Lord of the Mysteries Chapter 65: Free?

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After dinner, Hero Bar, billiard room.

Klein wears a simple black jacket that matches the style here, wears a dark peaked cap, holds a glass of Nanville beer, closes the door, walks down to back, and tries to face the Kaspars hitting the ball.

Before he squeezed out his smile and said hello, Kaspars had stopped, straightened his body, and glanced at him:

"Maric is not here."

"There is no extra party of the kind you want."

"I have nothing but weapons."

... The routine is familiar ... Fortunately, my purpose is different today ... Klein twitched the corner of the mouth and said:

"I am here to buy weapons."

Maric is not here again ... It seems that this stronghold was exposed and was targeted by Chou's family, simply moved to the place ... Then I can't contact Miss Bodyguard ... And I plan to use it to fool Mill. Carter The helper is Living Corpse of Maric ... It is confidential and obedient and not afraid of death. Well, the premise of obedience is that spirituality shields the influence of Ards copper whistle ... While speaking, a series of ideas flashed in Klein's mind.

Kaspars was a little surprised, leaning on the club suspiciously and rubbing his rosacea:

"What kind of weapon are you going to buy? The previous bullet is finished? Practice frequently."

No, I used all the extra bullets I bought in Klag Club ... Klein smiled and said:

"I want to buy explosives, which are widely used in mines."

"What do you want to do?" Kaspars blurted out, and his expression became condensed and serious. "I warn you not to try to do **** things! I will not allow my customers to provoke Sivallas Yard! Of course, you You can not buy weapons from me. "

Able to be a black market weapon merchant and live to the present, to a certain extent, it is still very lawful, at least not to sell things to that crazy guy ... Klein habitually gives Night Watcher position After commenting, he smiled and said: "You seem to have misunderstood something. I don't want to blow up the door of the bank vault, nor do I intend to make a sensational news. I just help people demolish the building to facilitate the subsequent renovation."

"Why didn't he look for a regular construction company?" Kaspars did not relax his guard.

"haha, that's a secret room, he doesn't want to be known by outsiders." Klein turned and asked again, "Do you know a reliable blasting expert? I'm not good at this kind of thing, I'm afraid to give the whole house Broke down. "

Kaspars saw the other party thinking about keeping the house intact, and the doubts in his heart dissipated a lot.

Just before he thought about answering, an unreal and erratic voice suddenly sounded in the room:

"No need."

Familiar feelings emerged. Klein turned around and found that Miss Bodyguard was sitting in a corner chair somehow.

She is still wearing a black Gothic palace dress and a small soft hat of the same color. The face is as pale as ever, and her pale gold hair and delicate appearance reflect each other's strengths.

"Good evening, ma'am." Klein bent over slightly and saluted.

"Good evening, Ms. Sharon." Kaspars did the same.

It turns out that her name is Sharon ... Klein thoughtfully waited for the other person to speak.

The Miss Bodyguard known as Sharon looked towards Kaspars:

"Maric will not come here again."

"If you have something to find him, leave a message according to the third method agreed."

"Okay, Ms. Sharon." Kaspars, the old man who had clearly seen the storm, seemed to have an instinctive fear of Miss Bodyguard.

Hearing here, Klein interjected:

"If, I mean if, I want to ask Maric for help, how do I contact him?"

"Find Kaspars." Sharon answered very concisely.

"Okay." Klein spread his hands, ah, and said, "What did you mean that you don't need a blasting expert?"

Sharon Azure pupils has no fluctuations:

"I am."

You are? Are you a blasting expert? Wait, do n’t you have special ability, maybe there is Extraordinary of Sequence Five? Why did you also work as a blasting expert ... Klein was stunned for a moment, but I didn't know how to answer the call.

In the end, he chose to trust the Miss Bodyguard, and he said with discretion:

"I visited ..."

He did n’t finish his words, so he glanced at Kaspars, which means that the following topic is not suitable for this ordinary person.

In terms of the essence of the body, the black market weapon merchants are indeed ordinary people ... Klein silently added a sentence.

Sharon looks sideways towards Kaspars:

"You go to prepare explosives."

"Two pounds."

"He is out."

"Yes, Ms. Sharon." Kaspars glanced at Klein, limped away from the pool room, and did not forget to close the door.

Seeing Miss Bodyguard just like that, looks at did n’t speak on her own, Klein had a feeling of being watched by a female ghost, and he organized the next language:

"I heard the address of Baronet Pound and visited him in the middle of the night ..."

After retelling the original words of Rafter Pound, Klein began to show reasoning, and infer the reasoning process from the results:

"I think he lied in many places, a Viscount family could not be secretly controlled so easily."

"Even a child can find anomalies, how can the royal family and church be unaware?"

"After the fall of Rafter Pound, there are many opportunities for contact with outsiders and other nobles. As long as he has a little courage, he can easily solve the problem."

"So, I think he must have concealed some things, and these things are most likely related to that underground building."

"From his condition, the suspected ghost could not get out of trouble for a long time, so I plan to get some explosives, destroy the entrance, and prevent others from having the opportunity to enter, um, I'm afraid They misplaced evil spirits. "

"Uh." Miss bodyguard Sharon was not sure about Klein's's ideas, but did not deny it.

At this time, Klein hesitated and asked:

"I do n’t understand blasting, so I ’m going to draw a layout, and ask the blasting expert to give the location and weight of the explosives. If, if, let you help again, how much do I need to pay?"

If it ’s too expensive, I ’d better find a general blasting expert. After all, I ’m only 50 pounds, and Miss Bodyguard is 1,000 pounds in 3 days ... Klein has already made a plan.

"Free." Sharon's answer is to save the word and save the word style.

Free? Klein was taken aback.

In his common sense, free is the most expensive!

Sharon sat there quietly, and it took a few seconds to explain a few sentences:

"After the entrance is blown up, only me can enter and leave there."

"This is itself what I want to do."

In other words, do you plan to get rid of evil spirits and harvest the item after you have enough confidence? Blowing up the exit is actually to help you eliminate interference and possible covetment. After all, other sequence's Extraordinary can't pass through boulders and dirt like spiritual body ... well, except for Apprentice path, but they don't know that underground building ... Klein Nodded suddenly:

"Deal!"

After he finished, he added another sentence busy:

"Well ... you borrow some more from Maric, and your mouth is strict enough. This is the helper shown to Mill. Carter."

"Okay." Sharon did not refuse.

Klein did not deliberately draw up the remuneration paid for this, and smiled:

"Then tomorrow at ten o'clock."

"We have to explore the surrounding terrain in advance so that the blasting cannot cause obvious damage."

Sharon nodded slightly, the figure gradually faded away and disappeared.

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Saturday morning, Quinn Dierra took the public carriage again to eastern district, and periodically confirmed whether his commission was rewarding.

While waiting for the transfer, she suddenly had the urge to buy a newspaper and take a look.

She took out a penny and bought a copy of "Beckland Post" from the newspaper boy next to it. She quickly looked through it.

Suddenly, her eyes were frozen because of a news in the third edition:

"In this newspaper, at 7:10 last night, a serious explosion occurred in the apartment at No. 1 eastern district Dharavi Street. Suspected of a gas leak, the tenant died on the spot in Room 6 on the third floor of the explosion site. There was n’t even a complete body left. As of midnight, the explosion killed three people and injured sixteen ... "

No. 1 Dharavi Street ... No. 6 on the third floor of the apartment ... Is this not the place where Williams rents? he died? Die from an explosion caused by a gas leak? no no! Absolutely not! He doesn't use gas extravagantly, even if there is an installation there! He just accepted my commission, could it be that is because of this? However, Lannhose itself is a wanted criminal, and found someone looking for him. Another place is that there is no need to kill to keep secrets, which is easy to expose problems ...

The approach to this matter is too strange and too radical, like a madman ...

Obviously just a scammer ...

Poor Williams ...

Me, I will definitely avenge you!

The truth will be found!

Quinn looked sadly and solemnly at the public carriage stopped in front of him, but did not go up.

She knows that it is very dangerous to go to eastern district now.

She intends to immediately go back and tell Forsi, let her temporarily move to the spare rental house, disguise herself, dive into eastern district, seek acquaintances to inquire, preliminary clarify the matter, and seize the traces left by the murderer.

Hey, Miss Audrey ’s entrustment is indeed not dangerous ... It ’s a fraudster that I think is wanted, as long as he does n’t block him and does n’t let him run away, he wo n’t fight back fiercely ... It ’s my careless It's because I killed Williams ... well, it doesn't rule out that he is still collecting information on other things, which may cause disaster ... Quinn closed his eyes, crossed the road, and walked to the opposite waiting point.

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At 10:14, Klein and Miss Bodyguard Sharon confirmed the ground conditions corresponding to the fourth era building and came outside the house of Williams Street8.

Sharon has disappeared. Mill. Carter saw Detective Sherlock Moriarty in a gray-blue worker uniform, a peaked cap, and his three dumb-ass helpers.

"This is easy to explore." Klein explained.

Mill. Carter ’s gaze glanced over the three assistants who were able to play at a glance, satisfied with nodded:

"Your preparations are faster than I expected, and they have snake repellent experts?"

"Yes, they are very good at driving snakes." Klein answered yes without hesitation.

How could Living Corpse be afraid of being bitten by a snake?