Chapter: 1069
"Let's go, play a game of billiards." Carlson pushed down his heavy glasses and walked towards an empty billiards room with a beer.
Klein followed closely behind, and skillfully closed the door.
"You seem to have a good drinking capacity." He said casually first.
"No, I just drink slowly." Carlson put down his glass and picked up his cue.
Then, he inexplicably added: "And I want to be alone recently."
I don't care about this issue... Klein pursed his lips and said, "I encountered a death in the Cragg Club in Hillston District. It was my friend, a descendant of a nobleman, and an equestrian teacher. He was usually in very poor health. He was healthy, and his mental state was very good recently, but he died suddenly in front of me just now, it looked like he had a heart attack, but my spiritual vision told me that he might be cursed."
"Are you good at spiritual vision?" Carlson asked subconsciously.
What specific circumstances did Mr. Stanton invent for me? After becoming an informant of "Mechanical Heart", none of them asked me which path or sequence of Extraordinary I was, nor did they inquire about my origin and background... Of course, let the informant keep certain secrets of their own, It is also a strategy often used by official organizations... Klein responded frankly: "Yes, there is some illusory black energy that is rapidly dimming in the chest of the deceased."
"It may indeed involve a curse, involving Extraordinary people." Carlson didn't ask any more questions, and nodded slowly, "Hillston District... This is within the jurisdiction of our 'Mechanical Heart'."
In the northwest area of ??Backlund, which is the core area of ??the metropolis, the Queens District and the Jowood District belong to the "Punishers", the West District and the North District belong to the "Nighthawks", and the Hillston District and the Backlund Bridge The area is managed by the "Mechanical Heart".
Having said that, Carlson looked at Klein and asked for confirmation: "Which god does your friend believe in?"
After thinking carefully for a few seconds, Klein replied hesitantly: "The Lord of the Storm."
"The believer of the 'Storm Lord'...is he the only one who died?" Carlson asked with a frown.
"Yes." Klein replied in the affirmative.
Carlson rubbed the top of the cue and exhaled: "We have no right to take over, this is the domain of the 'punisher'.
"But I will pass on the information you submitted to them."
In the Kingdom of Loen, the principle of jurisdiction over extraordinary events is to first divide according to faith, and if believers of multiple churches and multiple gods are involved, then it is determined according to the scope of jurisdiction.
Klein was no stranger to this, and had no intention of embarrassing Carlson, and said sincerely: "Thank you, I hope they can find the real murderer as soon as possible."
Carlson took a sip from the wine glass next to him and said, "That's a descendant of an aristocrat, and the Punisher will definitely take it seriously."
Pausing for a second, he looked at Klein and said in a low voice, "I find it hard to believe that you have only been in Backlund for more than three months.
"You seem to have established a wide network here and have a lot of resources."
"Some people are naturally good at this." Klein shook his head and laughed at himself, and left.
When he returned to Minsk Street, it was completely dark, and the gas street lamps were turned on one after another by the staff.
Although the friendship with Talim Dumont is not deep, he is also an acquaintance that Klein meets almost once a week. He is a friend who gathers to play cards every now and then, and Talim is quite enthusiastic. He has been touting the great detective Moriarty, and introduced the commission and investment by himself.
His passing also made Klein feel sad, full of helplessness towards fate.
In addition, he still has a lot of anger, anger towards the cursed murderer.
"I hope I can find out what's going on, and I hope that the 'Punisher' won't be short-handed because of Duke Negan's assassination..." Klein sighed, got out of the carriage, and walked towards the gate of his house.
In the process, he found that there was no light in the Samer's house next door.
"It seems that they are on their way to Disi Bay... Is this the New Year's atmosphere in Backlund? And I don't feel it at all..." Klein felt a little sad for a moment.
With such emotions, he went to bed early and woke up at the sound of the seven o'clock bell. JrNovels.com
Klein followed closely behind, and skillfully closed the door.
"You seem to have a good drinking capacity." He said casually first.
"No, I just drink slowly." Carlson put down his glass and picked up his cue.
Then, he inexplicably added: "And I want to be alone recently."
I don't care about this issue... Klein pursed his lips and said, "I encountered a death in the Cragg Club in Hillston District. It was my friend, a descendant of a nobleman, and an equestrian teacher. He was usually in very poor health. He was healthy, and his mental state was very good recently, but he died suddenly in front of me just now, it looked like he had a heart attack, but my spiritual vision told me that he might be cursed."
"Are you good at spiritual vision?" Carlson asked subconsciously.
What specific circumstances did Mr. Stanton invent for me? After becoming an informant of "Mechanical Heart", none of them asked me which path or sequence of Extraordinary I was, nor did they inquire about my origin and background... Of course, let the informant keep certain secrets of their own, It is also a strategy often used by official organizations... Klein responded frankly: "Yes, there is some illusory black energy that is rapidly dimming in the chest of the deceased."
"It may indeed involve a curse, involving Extraordinary people." Carlson didn't ask any more questions, and nodded slowly, "Hillston District... This is within the jurisdiction of our 'Mechanical Heart'."
In the northwest area of ??Backlund, which is the core area of ??the metropolis, the Queens District and the Jowood District belong to the "Punishers", the West District and the North District belong to the "Nighthawks", and the Hillston District and the Backlund Bridge The area is managed by the "Mechanical Heart".
Having said that, Carlson looked at Klein and asked for confirmation: "Which god does your friend believe in?"
After thinking carefully for a few seconds, Klein replied hesitantly: "The Lord of the Storm."
"The believer of the 'Storm Lord'...is he the only one who died?" Carlson asked with a frown.
"Yes." Klein replied in the affirmative.
Carlson rubbed the top of the cue and exhaled: "We have no right to take over, this is the domain of the 'punisher'.
"But I will pass on the information you submitted to them."
In the Kingdom of Loen, the principle of jurisdiction over extraordinary events is to first divide according to faith, and if believers of multiple churches and multiple gods are involved, then it is determined according to the scope of jurisdiction.
Klein was no stranger to this, and had no intention of embarrassing Carlson, and said sincerely: "Thank you, I hope they can find the real murderer as soon as possible."
Carlson took a sip from the wine glass next to him and said, "That's a descendant of an aristocrat, and the Punisher will definitely take it seriously."
Pausing for a second, he looked at Klein and said in a low voice, "I find it hard to believe that you have only been in Backlund for more than three months.
"You seem to have established a wide network here and have a lot of resources."
"Some people are naturally good at this." Klein shook his head and laughed at himself, and left.
When he returned to Minsk Street, it was completely dark, and the gas street lamps were turned on one after another by the staff.
Although the friendship with Talim Dumont is not deep, he is also an acquaintance that Klein meets almost once a week. He is a friend who gathers to play cards every now and then, and Talim is quite enthusiastic. He has been touting the great detective Moriarty, and introduced the commission and investment by himself.
His passing also made Klein feel sad, full of helplessness towards fate.
In addition, he still has a lot of anger, anger towards the cursed murderer.
"I hope I can find out what's going on, and I hope that the 'Punisher' won't be short-handed because of Duke Negan's assassination..." Klein sighed, got out of the carriage, and walked towards the gate of his house.
In the process, he found that there was no light in the Samer's house next door.
"It seems that they are on their way to Disi Bay... Is this the New Year's atmosphere in Backlund? And I don't feel it at all..." Klein felt a little sad for a moment.
With such emotions, he went to bed early and woke up at the sound of the seven o'clock bell. JrNovels.com
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