Leonard put his hat on and said, "The captain asked you to cooperate with Frye and me, we will talk about it in detail on the way."

"Okay." Klein followed the other party into the carriage.

After the scenery on both sides swept back, Leonard picked up the briefcase next to him and threw it to the opposite side.

Klein caught it firmly, took out the document, and began to read it carefully.

"At 11 o'clock in the evening on August 11th, in the West End Workhouse, the bankrupt Sols attempted to set fire to create a tragedy, but in the end he only burned himself to death..."

"At 10:00 p.m. on August 11th, longshoreman Zid jumped into the Tussock River and ended his poor life..."

"At 8:00 p.m. on August 11, Mrs. Lauvis, who made a living by pasting matchboxes on Iron Cross Street, died of a sudden illness..."

...

When he saw the previous two incidents, Klein was puzzled for a while, thinking that similar deaths were too common and common, not only should they not be taken seriously by the Nighthawks, but even the police department should avoid wasting police force.

But looking down, he gradually frowned.

After turning two pages, he suddenly raised his head, looked at Leonard and said, "Isn't this too much?"

It's hard to call normal when there are so many normal deaths that it's appalling.

Leonard nodded solemnly and said: "The number of deaths in the past two weeks is five times the normal value."

"Tingen City Police Headquarters discovered this problem during the statistics, and quickly handed over the matter to us, and handed it over to Punisher and Mechanical Heart."

"Although there is no problem with the initial verification of these deaths, the captain thinks that we must check again, and this may require the assistance of divination or ritual magic."

Klein suddenly said, "I understand."

Leonard snapped his fingers and said, "I, you and Frye are in a team. He is waiting for us at the Iron Cross Street. Sika, Luo Yao and Old Neil are in a team to investigate the corresponding incidents in the North District. The captain stays behind." In a security company, deal with the unexpected."

"En." Klein nodded solemnly, suddenly remembered something, and asked quickly, "Can I go home first and leave a note?"

He had to tell his brother and sister that he was busy tonight and would not be at home for dinner.

Leonard laughed: "No problem, it just happened to be on the way."

Only then did Klein settle down, and looked through the death events again, trying to find connections from different methods of death, different names, and different time points.

Looking at it, he thought spontaneously:

This is my first collective mission after becoming a Nighthawk?

Tingen, Narcissusstrasse 2.

Klein, who left the note behind, locked the gate and walked quickly to Leonard Mitchell who was waiting by the side of the road.

Leonard's short black hair grew a bit longer than last month and was left unkempt and disheveled.

But even so, coupled with his good looks, emerald eyes and poet-like temperament, he still has a different kind of beauty.

Sure enough, any hairstyle depends on the face... Klein subconsciously complained, pointing in the direction of Iron Cross Street: "Where is Fry waiting for us?"

"Yes." Leonard adjusted the shirt that was not tucked in, and asked casually, "Did you find any clues from the documents?"

Holding a stick in his left hand, Klein walked along the edge of the street and said, "No, I can't find a pattern for either the method of death or the time of death. You know, ceremonies involving evil gods and demons must cooperate with certain rules. time or in a particular way.� JrNovels.com