Wednesday morning, opposite Coim Company, Joewood District.
Klein sat on a wooden bench outside the door of Garterrey Department Store, holding a paper bag in one hand, inside which was the most famous Sinji Disi pie nearby and a cup of sweet iced tea in the other.
Beside him, a homeless man was curled up on the other side of the bench and slept, but he was woken up and driven away by the mall security staff after more than ten minutes.
Klein had gold-rimmed glasses that were of little degree on his nose and a half-height silk top hat, which was no different from most gentlemen who were coming and going nearby.
He looked leisurely at Coim Company across the street, raised his right hand and bite the Simji Disi pie hard, feeling the meat sauce was rich and full of aftertaste.
The reason why this pie from Disi Bay stands out among many southern pies is that it is willing to add oil and fat, but it is chopped very much, mixed with fat and thinness, and will not be greasy.
The juice with a strong meaty aroma is immersed in the outer layer of the cake crust, neutralizing the dryness, making up for the shortcomings, and allowing the wheat aroma to appear clearly. The small pieces of broken apples infused with a slightly sour and sweet taste to stimulate appetite and dissolve the oily smell.
It's OK... Although the weather is bad and the pollution is serious, it is far better than Tingen in other aspects. Food of different places and different styles can be found. Various operas and dramas can be seen as long as you are not afraid of spending money... Although you may not be able to eat or watch them, you at least have the right to choose, which is the benefit of the metropolis... Klein picked up the sweet iced tea and took a sip with comfort.
His eyes never left the gate of Coim's company. For the income of 10 pounds, he sat here at 8 o'clock, and bought breakfast on the road.
Of course, for most private detectives, it is definitely an enviable transaction to earn 10 pounds per order, which is equivalent to the salary of a normal middle class for about 3 weeks!
According to information provided by Mary Gail, her husband is currently the first manager of Coim and is Luke Summer's boss, but the shares they hold in Coim are derived from Mary's father and are her inheritance.
One of the direct reasons why she suspected her husband had a mistress was that a staff member in the company revealed to her that Doragugail would leave alone every Wednesday and Friday morning and not come back until the afternoon. In addition, he would get off work early two days a week, and Mary had never seen her husband step into the house before seven o'clock.
After breakfast, Klein waited for more than an hour and finally saw the target person walking out of Coyme Company.
He wore a black top hat, a double-breasted coat made of tweed, and a standard bow tie. He had a slightly fat figure, pale yellow temples, slightly brown eyes, and a little long face.
Doragugael... Klein silently read the target's name, stood up, lifted his cane and the heavy portable camera, and walked to the opposite side.
Doragu did not let his coachman pick him up, and stood by the roadside, looking around, looking for a taxi carriage.
Taking this opportunity, Klein crossed the road and came to his side, pretending to be careless, and bumped into the other party.
Sorry, I'm looking for a way.Klein lowered his head and apologized.
Doragu immediately frowned, but kept silent, waved his hand, indicating nothing.
Klein bent down and bowed, bowed, and then walked towards the street.
He just bumped into Dorag, not to steal the other party's personal belongings, so that he could easily complete the tracking with the divine stick technique, which was too easy to be discovered and noticed.
At the moment of the collision, Klein only did one thing, which was to use the spare buttons of his double-breasted long dress, and with the agility of the clown, he quietly stuffed them into one of the target's decorative pockets.
Turning across the street, he stopped and looked back and saw Doragu boarding a taxi carriage.
Klein was not in a hurry to follow him. He waited patiently for a few minutes before slowly getting onto another carriage and told the coachman:
Follow my instructions and go to the end of this street first.
good.The coachman didn't ask why.
In the carriage, Klein started divination with his cane.
However, his divination statement did not point to Doragugail, but became the whereabouts of the spare button of my clothes!
The original and most practical purpose of divination is to find things. Only diviners can use it to find people. Klein brought it back to its original appearance this time.
The most convenient and easiest item to find is the type that belongs to it!
As he walked along, Klein kept asking the coachman to adjust his direction and finally arrived at a street-facing house in the Hilston District. When he was bypassing, he noticed that there was a garden and lawn behind it, which was different from ordinary houses.
His divination method told him that Doragugail was in this house.
However, Mrs. Starling Summer was such a stunner, and his lust was squirming all over her body.
Especially after experiencing the tight and tender vagina, Klein looked back and forth, and there was a tendency to rise below.
Unfortunately, life still has to continue. He is a detective. He accepted Mrs. Mary's commission and he needs to complete the secret photographing Mrs. Mary's husband's affair... Although I also had an affair with Mrs. Summer myself, Clay complained.
After paying 2 Suller's fare, Klein walked towards the door with the marble statue and saw two men in black and white uniforms standing there, who seemed to be imitating the police.
I don't know you, what about your membership certificate?One of the men of Southern Continental descent and brown skin reached out to stop Klein.
Membership certificate?Klein asked with a frown, hiding his heavy camera behind him.
The brown-colored man immediately stumbled on his face:
This is the Kragg Club, only accessible by our members and guests brought by our members, only to one.
Klein said:
So how should you join your club?
You can only join if you get recommendations from two members.Instead of rudely driving away the man, the brown-yellow skin answered the other party's questions patiently.
He could not guarantee whether the opponent would turn around and join the club.
OKKlein twitched the corner of his mouth and decided to activate Plan B.
He found a hotel near the Krague Club and asked for a short 4-hour house.
Then, he locked the door, pulled the curtains, and entered the fog, making the yellowish-brown parchment and a round-bellied pen appear in front of him.
Taking a breath, Klein wrote the same divination sentence as before:
The whereabouts of the spare buttons of my clothes.
This time, it is no longer the divination method, but the dream divination method!
The reason why it is not carried out outside is because Klein thinks the so-called Kragg club looks quite high-end, and he suspects that there may be more powerful and extraordinary people in it. In order not to waste time, he will just be in place at once.
In the gray dream world, Klein first saw Doragu's black coat, which was hung on the coat rack, and in front was a round table placed on the carpet.
The picture stretched, and the rolling man and woman came into Klein's eyes. The man was Doragugail, the woman had brilliant blonde hair, was young, at most in her early twenties.
Her painful expression with a frown was quite charming... Why do I always see such a scene... Klein covered his eyes and woke up.
The fact that Doragu had a mistress should be certain... It is how to get substantial evidence... in response to the prayer?
But this is limited to the acquisition itself, and it can only be achieved by sketching, and cannot pass through the camera... I can't draw a photo with my bare hands, right?
It seems that today is not possible. I will follow the woman and find out her address and name later. I don’t believe it. They are in the Crag Club every time they date... Detective Klein quickly had the next idea.
Just as he was about to leave the mysterious space above the gray fog, he suddenly thought of another thing.
That is whether to do another divination by the way to confirm whether the iron black nematode that sneaked into his room was manipulated by extraordinary people from the diviner's path.
He didn't do this before because he felt that the corresponding news was too lacking and it was difficult to make a difference. There would definitely be a result of failure in divination, even on the fog. In addition, he had his own key tasks when he came in the previous few times, and he really had no time to take care of other issues, so he never cared about it. Now, he is idle and he won't die after divination.
As for the question of whether there is any risk in contacting Azk, he had divined it very early. The answer is yes, there is risk, and it is not small, so it can only be the last choice.
Writing the corresponding divination sentences, Klein untied the silver chain inside the cuffs, allowing the citrine pendant to hang on the paper.
The iron black nematode that had sneaked into my room before was manipulated by the extraordinary person who was the ‘Divider’ path.
……
After silently reciting it seven times, Klein opened his eyes and saw the spirit plaque turning clockwise, with a fast speed and a large amplitude.
Absolutely...the answer is yes!
Shouldn't it fail?Klein did not expect to get such an answer. According to his divination instinct, such divination will most likely fail.
Why?He frowned, thought for a while, and decided to change his divination method and a divination target.
He wants to divine the manipulator directly and use the dream divination method!
This time, Klein saw nothing in his dream and could not obtain the corresponding revelation of the diviner's extraordinary path.
That's right... He whispered, looked back at the previous divination, and fell into deep thought.
There should be a lack of conditions, and those who failed to divination were the same as the one that followed... Could it be that this mysterious space has filled the necessary conditions?
It contains something that the diviner’s way?
Klein suddenly had a flash of inspiration and had a bold idea!
Perhaps, this mysterious space above the gray fog has a certain connection with the diviner’s path!
Well... Klein tapped the edge of the ancient long table, but after thinking about it, he could not find any other proof. He could only press this matter temporarily and prepare to return to the real world.
In any case, at least one thing was confirmed, that is, the ambassador had an extraordinary person in the "Divider" path around him, and whether he was a member of the Secret Practice was not the point... This may be my chance to obtain the recipe for Sequence 7 or even Sequence 6!Klein spreads out his spirituality, wraps himself up, and falls into the mist.
…………
Meanwhile, in the study of Viscount Glylint's house.
Audrey asked the master to guard the door outside, looked at Hugh and Forth himself, pondered for a few seconds:
I have a task that needs your help.
What task?Xiu's eyes lit up, as if he could smell the ink scent of the banknotes.
Audrey showed a polite smile:
Berkeron Jean Madan, assassinated Intis' ambassador to the kingdom.
Klein sat on a wooden bench outside the door of Garterrey Department Store, holding a paper bag in one hand, inside which was the most famous Sinji Disi pie nearby and a cup of sweet iced tea in the other.
Beside him, a homeless man was curled up on the other side of the bench and slept, but he was woken up and driven away by the mall security staff after more than ten minutes.
Klein had gold-rimmed glasses that were of little degree on his nose and a half-height silk top hat, which was no different from most gentlemen who were coming and going nearby.
He looked leisurely at Coim Company across the street, raised his right hand and bite the Simji Disi pie hard, feeling the meat sauce was rich and full of aftertaste.
The reason why this pie from Disi Bay stands out among many southern pies is that it is willing to add oil and fat, but it is chopped very much, mixed with fat and thinness, and will not be greasy.
The juice with a strong meaty aroma is immersed in the outer layer of the cake crust, neutralizing the dryness, making up for the shortcomings, and allowing the wheat aroma to appear clearly. The small pieces of broken apples infused with a slightly sour and sweet taste to stimulate appetite and dissolve the oily smell.
It's OK... Although the weather is bad and the pollution is serious, it is far better than Tingen in other aspects. Food of different places and different styles can be found. Various operas and dramas can be seen as long as you are not afraid of spending money... Although you may not be able to eat or watch them, you at least have the right to choose, which is the benefit of the metropolis... Klein picked up the sweet iced tea and took a sip with comfort.
His eyes never left the gate of Coim's company. For the income of 10 pounds, he sat here at 8 o'clock, and bought breakfast on the road.
Of course, for most private detectives, it is definitely an enviable transaction to earn 10 pounds per order, which is equivalent to the salary of a normal middle class for about 3 weeks!
According to information provided by Mary Gail, her husband is currently the first manager of Coim and is Luke Summer's boss, but the shares they hold in Coim are derived from Mary's father and are her inheritance.
One of the direct reasons why she suspected her husband had a mistress was that a staff member in the company revealed to her that Doragugail would leave alone every Wednesday and Friday morning and not come back until the afternoon. In addition, he would get off work early two days a week, and Mary had never seen her husband step into the house before seven o'clock.
After breakfast, Klein waited for more than an hour and finally saw the target person walking out of Coyme Company.
He wore a black top hat, a double-breasted coat made of tweed, and a standard bow tie. He had a slightly fat figure, pale yellow temples, slightly brown eyes, and a little long face.
Doragugael... Klein silently read the target's name, stood up, lifted his cane and the heavy portable camera, and walked to the opposite side.
Doragu did not let his coachman pick him up, and stood by the roadside, looking around, looking for a taxi carriage.
Taking this opportunity, Klein crossed the road and came to his side, pretending to be careless, and bumped into the other party.
Sorry, I'm looking for a way.Klein lowered his head and apologized.
Doragu immediately frowned, but kept silent, waved his hand, indicating nothing.
Klein bent down and bowed, bowed, and then walked towards the street.
He just bumped into Dorag, not to steal the other party's personal belongings, so that he could easily complete the tracking with the divine stick technique, which was too easy to be discovered and noticed.
At the moment of the collision, Klein only did one thing, which was to use the spare buttons of his double-breasted long dress, and with the agility of the clown, he quietly stuffed them into one of the target's decorative pockets.
Turning across the street, he stopped and looked back and saw Doragu boarding a taxi carriage.
Klein was not in a hurry to follow him. He waited patiently for a few minutes before slowly getting onto another carriage and told the coachman:
Follow my instructions and go to the end of this street first.
good.The coachman didn't ask why.
In the carriage, Klein started divination with his cane.
However, his divination statement did not point to Doragugail, but became the whereabouts of the spare button of my clothes!
The original and most practical purpose of divination is to find things. Only diviners can use it to find people. Klein brought it back to its original appearance this time.
The most convenient and easiest item to find is the type that belongs to it!
As he walked along, Klein kept asking the coachman to adjust his direction and finally arrived at a street-facing house in the Hilston District. When he was bypassing, he noticed that there was a garden and lawn behind it, which was different from ordinary houses.
His divination method told him that Doragugail was in this house.
However, Mrs. Starling Summer was such a stunner, and his lust was squirming all over her body.
Especially after experiencing the tight and tender vagina, Klein looked back and forth, and there was a tendency to rise below.
Unfortunately, life still has to continue. He is a detective. He accepted Mrs. Mary's commission and he needs to complete the secret photographing Mrs. Mary's husband's affair... Although I also had an affair with Mrs. Summer myself, Clay complained.
After paying 2 Suller's fare, Klein walked towards the door with the marble statue and saw two men in black and white uniforms standing there, who seemed to be imitating the police.
I don't know you, what about your membership certificate?One of the men of Southern Continental descent and brown skin reached out to stop Klein.
Membership certificate?Klein asked with a frown, hiding his heavy camera behind him.
The brown-colored man immediately stumbled on his face:
This is the Kragg Club, only accessible by our members and guests brought by our members, only to one.
Klein said:
So how should you join your club?
You can only join if you get recommendations from two members.Instead of rudely driving away the man, the brown-yellow skin answered the other party's questions patiently.
He could not guarantee whether the opponent would turn around and join the club.
OKKlein twitched the corner of his mouth and decided to activate Plan B.
He found a hotel near the Krague Club and asked for a short 4-hour house.
Then, he locked the door, pulled the curtains, and entered the fog, making the yellowish-brown parchment and a round-bellied pen appear in front of him.
Taking a breath, Klein wrote the same divination sentence as before:
The whereabouts of the spare buttons of my clothes.
This time, it is no longer the divination method, but the dream divination method!
The reason why it is not carried out outside is because Klein thinks the so-called Kragg club looks quite high-end, and he suspects that there may be more powerful and extraordinary people in it. In order not to waste time, he will just be in place at once.
In the gray dream world, Klein first saw Doragu's black coat, which was hung on the coat rack, and in front was a round table placed on the carpet.
The picture stretched, and the rolling man and woman came into Klein's eyes. The man was Doragugail, the woman had brilliant blonde hair, was young, at most in her early twenties.
Her painful expression with a frown was quite charming... Why do I always see such a scene... Klein covered his eyes and woke up.
The fact that Doragu had a mistress should be certain... It is how to get substantial evidence... in response to the prayer?
But this is limited to the acquisition itself, and it can only be achieved by sketching, and cannot pass through the camera... I can't draw a photo with my bare hands, right?
It seems that today is not possible. I will follow the woman and find out her address and name later. I don’t believe it. They are in the Crag Club every time they date... Detective Klein quickly had the next idea.
Just as he was about to leave the mysterious space above the gray fog, he suddenly thought of another thing.
That is whether to do another divination by the way to confirm whether the iron black nematode that sneaked into his room was manipulated by extraordinary people from the diviner's path.
He didn't do this before because he felt that the corresponding news was too lacking and it was difficult to make a difference. There would definitely be a result of failure in divination, even on the fog. In addition, he had his own key tasks when he came in the previous few times, and he really had no time to take care of other issues, so he never cared about it. Now, he is idle and he won't die after divination.
As for the question of whether there is any risk in contacting Azk, he had divined it very early. The answer is yes, there is risk, and it is not small, so it can only be the last choice.
Writing the corresponding divination sentences, Klein untied the silver chain inside the cuffs, allowing the citrine pendant to hang on the paper.
The iron black nematode that had sneaked into my room before was manipulated by the extraordinary person who was the ‘Divider’ path.
……
After silently reciting it seven times, Klein opened his eyes and saw the spirit plaque turning clockwise, with a fast speed and a large amplitude.
Absolutely...the answer is yes!
Shouldn't it fail?Klein did not expect to get such an answer. According to his divination instinct, such divination will most likely fail.
Why?He frowned, thought for a while, and decided to change his divination method and a divination target.
He wants to divine the manipulator directly and use the dream divination method!
This time, Klein saw nothing in his dream and could not obtain the corresponding revelation of the diviner's extraordinary path.
That's right... He whispered, looked back at the previous divination, and fell into deep thought.
There should be a lack of conditions, and those who failed to divination were the same as the one that followed... Could it be that this mysterious space has filled the necessary conditions?
It contains something that the diviner’s way?
Klein suddenly had a flash of inspiration and had a bold idea!
Perhaps, this mysterious space above the gray fog has a certain connection with the diviner’s path!
Well... Klein tapped the edge of the ancient long table, but after thinking about it, he could not find any other proof. He could only press this matter temporarily and prepare to return to the real world.
In any case, at least one thing was confirmed, that is, the ambassador had an extraordinary person in the "Divider" path around him, and whether he was a member of the Secret Practice was not the point... This may be my chance to obtain the recipe for Sequence 7 or even Sequence 6!Klein spreads out his spirituality, wraps himself up, and falls into the mist.
…………
Meanwhile, in the study of Viscount Glylint's house.
Audrey asked the master to guard the door outside, looked at Hugh and Forth himself, pondered for a few seconds:
I have a task that needs your help.
What task?Xiu's eyes lit up, as if he could smell the ink scent of the banknotes.
Audrey showed a polite smile:
Berkeron Jean Madan, assassinated Intis' ambassador to the kingdom.
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