Chapter: 290
After exchanging a few words with Roseanne, Klein passed through the partition and prepared to enter the ground.
At this time, he saw the "corpse collector" Frye with pale skin and cold temperament, and the white-haired and black-eyed "writer" lady Sika Teon walking out of the entertainment room at the same time and turning towards him.
After a brief greeting, Klein watched the two teammates leave, and found Dunn Smith, who was wearing a black windbreaker, opened the door and stood beside him.
"Is there a case?" Klein asked curiously.
At this point in time, the two Nighthawks will not go out together for no reason.
Dunn swept his gray eyes, nodded and said with a smile: "There is something suspected to be haunted in the west area. I asked Sika and Frye to take a look, but you don't have to care about these things. Before you master the fighting skills, I don't intend to let you participate in any missions, I must be responsible to my team members."
Captain, you are such a good person. Apart from a high hairline and poor memory, you have no shortcomings... Klein secretly praised, and asked in confirmation: "That is to say, I only need to take mysticism courses and do combat training. Get paid for any contribution?"
"This is only temporary." Dunn gave a definite answer.
Just need to "attend lectures" and "exercise", and you can get a full and generous salary. It's quite cool to think about it... Klein thought happily.
I hope there will be no more coincidences! He prayed silently.
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The peaceful, peaceful life continued until Friday. After finishing his fighting practice, Klein arrived at Besik Street by car.
Outside the Henry Private Detective Agency, he glanced left and right. After confirming that no one was paying attention to him, he put on a gauze mask, turned up the collar of his windbreaker, and quickly entered the corridor.
After knocking on the door, Klein once again saw Detective Henry in the image of a middle-aged tough guy.
"Good afternoon, sir, one of your commissions has a result." Detective Henry with dark blue eyes said in a tobacco-drinking voice.
Klein said in a hoarse voice on purpose: "Is it the information from the gentleman who haunted the Dragon Bar?"
The gentleman who bought the supporting materials for the spectator potion...
"Yes." Henry raised the pipe in his hand and said.
Then, he didn't say anything, just looked at Klein with a smile.
Klein understood what the other party meant, and distressedly took out four 1-pound banknotes, and handed them over: "This is the second payment."
He paused and added, "Write me a receipt."
His personal money is less than �1...
"No problem." Henry coughed twice, and while checking the anti-counterfeit marks on the banknotes, he ordered the employees to bring paper and pens.
Immediately afterwards, he asked Klein to sit down in the sofa area, and he quickly wrote the receipt and stamped it.
After finishing all this, Henry took a puff of the cigarette and said, "According to your description, my assistant and I waited in the Dragon Bar for three days, and finally met that gentleman."
"He is indeed a rather vigilant gentleman, and very observant, fortunately I am an old hand at this..."
"His name is Duster Guderian, a doctor at Greenhurst Asylum."
"Dust Guderian, the doctor at Greenhurst Asylum..."
Klein silently repeated Detective Henry's words, and began to think about how to get in touch with this doctor who was suspected of being a member of the Psychological Alchemy Society as an "audience".
In this matter, he didn't want to take too many risks, he didn't want the Nighthawks to find out that he had a problem, and he didn't want to lose his current life for the information and resources that were only used for exchange. JrNovels.com
At this time, he saw the "corpse collector" Frye with pale skin and cold temperament, and the white-haired and black-eyed "writer" lady Sika Teon walking out of the entertainment room at the same time and turning towards him.
After a brief greeting, Klein watched the two teammates leave, and found Dunn Smith, who was wearing a black windbreaker, opened the door and stood beside him.
"Is there a case?" Klein asked curiously.
At this point in time, the two Nighthawks will not go out together for no reason.
Dunn swept his gray eyes, nodded and said with a smile: "There is something suspected to be haunted in the west area. I asked Sika and Frye to take a look, but you don't have to care about these things. Before you master the fighting skills, I don't intend to let you participate in any missions, I must be responsible to my team members."
Captain, you are such a good person. Apart from a high hairline and poor memory, you have no shortcomings... Klein secretly praised, and asked in confirmation: "That is to say, I only need to take mysticism courses and do combat training. Get paid for any contribution?"
"This is only temporary." Dunn gave a definite answer.
Just need to "attend lectures" and "exercise", and you can get a full and generous salary. It's quite cool to think about it... Klein thought happily.
I hope there will be no more coincidences! He prayed silently.
����
The peaceful, peaceful life continued until Friday. After finishing his fighting practice, Klein arrived at Besik Street by car.
Outside the Henry Private Detective Agency, he glanced left and right. After confirming that no one was paying attention to him, he put on a gauze mask, turned up the collar of his windbreaker, and quickly entered the corridor.
After knocking on the door, Klein once again saw Detective Henry in the image of a middle-aged tough guy.
"Good afternoon, sir, one of your commissions has a result." Detective Henry with dark blue eyes said in a tobacco-drinking voice.
Klein said in a hoarse voice on purpose: "Is it the information from the gentleman who haunted the Dragon Bar?"
The gentleman who bought the supporting materials for the spectator potion...
"Yes." Henry raised the pipe in his hand and said.
Then, he didn't say anything, just looked at Klein with a smile.
Klein understood what the other party meant, and distressedly took out four 1-pound banknotes, and handed them over: "This is the second payment."
He paused and added, "Write me a receipt."
His personal money is less than �1...
"No problem." Henry coughed twice, and while checking the anti-counterfeit marks on the banknotes, he ordered the employees to bring paper and pens.
Immediately afterwards, he asked Klein to sit down in the sofa area, and he quickly wrote the receipt and stamped it.
After finishing all this, Henry took a puff of the cigarette and said, "According to your description, my assistant and I waited in the Dragon Bar for three days, and finally met that gentleman."
"He is indeed a rather vigilant gentleman, and very observant, fortunately I am an old hand at this..."
"His name is Duster Guderian, a doctor at Greenhurst Asylum."
"Dust Guderian, the doctor at Greenhurst Asylum..."
Klein silently repeated Detective Henry's words, and began to think about how to get in touch with this doctor who was suspected of being a member of the Psychological Alchemy Society as an "audience".
In this matter, he didn't want to take too many risks, he didn't want the Nighthawks to find out that he had a problem, and he didn't want to lose his current life for the information and resources that were only used for exchange. JrNovels.com
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