"..." Ian seemed to be taken aback, but was unable to speak for a long time.

After a while, he pursed his lips and asked in astonishment: "Have you confirmed Mr. Zuriel's condition?"

"Yes." Klein paused, and said seriously, "I found Zreal's body."

"Corpse..." Ian narrowed his pupils and repeated in a low voice.

He wasn't overly surprised, and seemed to have anticipated the worst possible outcome.

Klein watched quietly without interrupting.

"Huh..." Ian breathed out, looked around vigilantly, "Your efficiency is amazing, can you take me to see Mr. Zuriel's body?"

"No problem, I'm actually planning to do this." Klein thought for a while and said, "I hope you don't mention me when you call the police, and just say you found it. I think you know how to weave a reason."

Ian was not surprised by this. He knew very well that not every detective likes to deal with the police. In fact, except for the well-known detective who often provides advice and help to the police department, everyone else is under the influence of the police. discrimination, exclusion from them, and even extortion.

This is the current situation of the Loen Kingdom.

"Okay." Ian readily agreed.

Considering that he was going to enter the sewer, Klein changed into a set of ordinary working-class clothes, put on a deer hunting cap, and took a lantern.

The two arrived in the East District in a public carriage, and walked for half an hour under the gaze of numb or malicious eyes, to the remote entrance of the sewer.

"How did you find it?" Ian watched Klein remove the cover and climb down, half surprised and half curious.

Klein stared down, and replied casually: "Skilled training, this includes many techniques of reasoning, investigation, tracking, and interrogation."

Ian followed into the sewer, nodded without feeling disgusted: "...you seem to have received very professional training."

Klein didn't answer directly. Holding the lantern that had already been lit, he led Ian into a fork in the road and came to that gloomy corner.

As soon as he approached, his eyes narrowed slightly, because Zreal's body was much more mutilated than last night, missing an arm and half of his ribs.

This is not something a mouse can do... Klein muttered to himself without reminding Ian.

With the light of the lantern, Ian could clearly see the appearance of the corpse.

He squatted down suddenly, and started to vomit, gradually vomiting yellow-green bile,

Klein took out the "Cragg's Oil" he had prepared, unscrewed the cork, and bent down to put the port in front of Ian's nose.

Ian suddenly acted cleverly and calmed down.

Ten seconds later, he whispered weakly, "Thank you..."

He stood up slowly, and carefully examined the mutilated corpse several times: "I can confirm that he is Detective Zreal."

"Unfortunately." Klein responded politely, "I suggest you call the police."

"Yes." Ian nodded invisibly, and followed the other party back to the ground.

At this moment, Klein clapped his hands: "My task ends here, and what to do after that is up to you to decide."

Ian was silent for a few seconds and said, "I still owe you three things, you can tell me now."

"Actually, I only want one thing for the time being." Klein replied frankly, "I want to know where I can get guns and bullets, and I don't need a certificate to use all types of weapons." JrNovels.com