Giant language is a very ancient language, and it has the mystery of sacrifice, prayer, and spellcasting, so Derrick doesn't need to switch to ancient Hermes language.

"A fool who does not belong to this era."

Klein, who was silently sitting on the long ancient bronze table, heard the voice of prayer lingering in his ears, and saw the crimson star corresponding to the "sun" expanding and contracting.

But he didn't try to get in touch, and planned to wait ten minutes before the next gathering, so as to prepare the Silver City youth to be alone.

And the most important thing is that it allows him to avoid the conversion of time and date, reducing the possibility of damage to the powerful image of the Fool.

After confirming this matter, Klein wrapped himself in spirituality and plunged down.

After arriving in the room, Klein lifted the spiritual wall, took a short rest, and prepared to go out again.

Now he no longer needed to play the role of a fortune teller, so he didn't need to make going to the fortune teller club a fixed schedule, just go there occasionally to earn extra money, and perform the supervisory duties of the Nighthawks.

Originally, Klein hoped to have a good lazy afternoon, but then he realized that there was one thing he hadn't done, so he had to cheer up. According to the agreement, he had to go to Detective Henry today and get the final report of the Red Chimney investigation.

"Hey, it's said that big shots are very busy, and then they have to find time to go to the 'Tingen City Helping Domestic Servants' Association with Benson and Melissa to find a good handyman." Klein struggled to change out of his shirt, put on In a black tuxedo jacket, holding a half-height silk top hat and a silver inlaid cane, he walked out of the door like a gentleman.

On Besic Street, under Henry's Private Detective Agency, Klein put on a mask, lowered his hat, quickly crossed the street, and entered the stairs.

Inside the private detective agency.

"Sir, your commission has been completed." The private detective Henry, who was smoking and drinking, looked at the gentleman in black tuxedo, half-height silk top hat and dark mask, and said with a sigh of relief, "This is really not an easy job. The task, it's not difficult, but it took us too much energy, and frankly, I regret it very much, regretting that the price was too low."

No, no matter what you say, I won't pay an extra penny! Klein emphasized in his heart, pointed to the thick stack of documents on the coffee table and said, "Is this the investigation report?"

"Yes." Henry pressed down on the investigation report, which had at least sixty pages, and sighed, "This is the most troublesome thing I have ever done..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Klein handing over four 1 pound notes, so he turned his attention to identifying the authenticity.

"This is all the final payment." Klein stretched out his hand to hold the thick investigation report.

Henry coughed twice and said, "You are such an honest and trustworthy gentleman. Hey, I didn't expect that the investigation report would use so much paper at first, and it was completely out of my budget."

At this moment, Klein picked up the very thick investigation report and stood up.

He bowed slightly, and immediately picked up his cane and walked towards the gate.

Detective Henry's follow-up words were blocked in his throat like this.

Hey, how am I supposed to pay for paper overhead for investigative reports? This is included in the overall commission fee! Klein touched the remaining 5 pounds 8 soli private money, muttered in his heart, and walked quickly to Besik Street.

He first looked around to make sure that no one was paying attention to him, and then he left here tactfully, taking off his mask when he found an opportunity.

Klein didn't plan to go home now, but planned to find a nearby cafe, quickly sorted out the investigation report, and found out those houses that had tenant changes after he divination "Red Chimney", and then took advantage of the time before dinner. Time check part.

There are quite a lot of cafes in the neighborhood, but almost none of them meet Klein�s requirements�since steam and machinery have become symbols of the times, more and more cafes have lowered their style and become like cheap restaurants , serving tea, coffee, bread, toast, and lamb stew with young peas for the busy laborers, so respectable gentlemen and ladies no longer go to the cafe to talk about things, and no longer use this behavior as a status. A symbol of the city, various clubs began to appear, replacing the social function of the original cafe.

After walking for a while, Klein finally found a cafe with a decent environment.

After sitting in the hidden corner booth, he took a sip of the Southwell coffee that only cost three and a half pennies, and carefully opened the investigation report.

"...in the north, east, west, south, sycamore, wharf and university districts of Tingen, a total of 1,179 houses with dark red chimneys...in the outskirts of Tingen, a total of 546 houses with employers The kind of red chimneys that are described ... this does not include those small towns and villages that belong to Tingen but are relatively far away."

"The following is the address of each house and the corresponding landlord and tenant information. According to the requirements of the employer, the situation in the last three months has been collected in more detail."

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