"Yes, ma'am, your intuition is very accurate." Klein didn't hesitate to praise.
Orianna took out four banknotes with light gray background and dark black pattern, re-locked the safe, turned around, and smiled: "Because I am like this too."
"Really?" Klein expressed surprise appropriately.
"Do you know the serial killer who caused a sensation in Tingen City sixteen years ago?" Orianna handed four gold pounds to Klein.
"...Remember! It was the 'bloody butcher' who killed five girls in a row, some took their hearts and some their stomachs? When I was young, my mother often used this to scare my sister." Klein thought for a while road.
He took the banknote and found that it was two 5 pounds and two 1 pounds, both with black stripes on a gray background, with complex patterns and special watermarks on the four corners to counterfeit them.
The former is slightly larger, and in the center is the fifth king of the Kingdom of Loen, the direct ancestor of George III, Henry Augustus I. He wears a white hairdress, has a round face, long and narrow eyes, and an unusually serious expression, but in Klein's eyes However, there is an indescribable intimacy.
It's a �5 note!
It was equivalent to Benson's salary for nearly four weeks!
In the center of the 1 pound note is George III's father, the former King William Augustus VI. This "mighty man" has a bushy beard and firm eyes. During his reign, the Loen Kingdom got rid of the old shackles , once again reached the top of the nations.
These are all "good kings"... Klein vaguely smelled the refreshing scent of banknote ink.
"Yes, if the Nighthawks hadn't arrived in time, I would have been the sixth victim." Mrs. Orianna's tone still contained a trace of fear, even though it had been more than ten years since the incident.
"It sounds like the serial killer, no, the butcher, is an Extraordinary?" Klein carefully folded the banknotes, put them in the inside pocket of the suit, and then touched the surrounding area a few times to confirm.
"Yes." Mrs. Orianna nodded heavily. "He killed many people before. The reason why he was caught that time was because he was preparing a demonic ceremony."
"No wonder you want different internal organs... Sorry, ma'am, I reminded you of something bad." Klein said sincerely.
Orianna chuckled lightly and said, "I'm not afraid anymore... At that time, I was studying accounting in a business school, and after that, I came here. Well, I won't delay you, you still have to find Old Neil."
"Goodbye, ma'am." Klein took off his hat and saluted, and exited the office. Before going down the stairs, he couldn't help but touch his inner pocket again to make sure that the 12-pound bill was still there.
He turned a corner at the intersection and walked to the right, and soon he saw a half-closed iron door.
Boom, boom, boom.
Amid the knock on the door, an old voice said from inside: "Come in."
Klein pushed open the iron door and found that it was a narrow room where only a table and two chairs could be placed.
On the other side of the room, there was a tightly locked iron door, and behind the desk, an old man with gray hair and wearing a classic black robe was reading a few yellowed pages of a book by the light of the gas lamp.
He raised his head, looked towards the door and said, "You are Klein Moretti? Just now little Rosean came over and said you were very polite."
"Miss Roseanne is really a friendly person. Good afternoon, Mr. Neil." Klein took off his hat in greeting.
"Sit down." Neil pointed to the silver-inlaid tin can with intricate patterns on the table, "Would you like a cup of hand-ground coffee?"
The wrinkles around his eyes and mouth were deep, and his dark red eyes were slightly cloudy.
"You don't seem to have drunk it?" Klein keenly noticed that there was clear water in Neil's ceramic cup.
"Haha, it's my habit, I don't drink coffee after 3 pm." Neil explained with a smile.
"Why?" Klein asked casually.
Neil looked into Klein's eyes with a smile and said, "I'm afraid I won't sleep well at night, so I might hear some inexplicable whispers." JrNovels.com