What is the reason? Klein didn't dare to ask any more questions. He immediately got up, followed Jurgen who was wearing a long black woolen dress, signed his name and left the house in a leisurely manner.

The weather was different from the last time he was led out of the police station by the other party. There was no rain at this time, only the red moon and stars were covered by thick clouds and mists, and the streets were fully illuminated by gas street lamps on both sides.

"Thank you so much! I have troubled you again!" Klein took two quick steps and came to Jurgen's side.

Jurgen looked sideways at him with a stern smile and said, "No thanks, this is my profession."

"Two pounds."

"..." Klein took a serious look at the other party, and said with a smile, "Okay."

His recent wallet was bulging, and he immediately took out two �1 notes.

Jurgen was not polite, took the reward and said: "If you are willing to establish a formal cooperative relationship, then I will only charge 1 pound every time you come to the police station. Of course, this does not include serious cases. You must understand, I have to hand over a significant portion of the fees I collect to the firm."

It's as if I'll be invited to the police station for tea often in the future... Bah, they don't give tea at all, not even a glass of water! Before Klein could answer, he heard lawyer Jurgen add: "For a private investigator, entering and exiting the police station is something that happens every once in a while, and it is a professional feature."

"Well, I know very well that every private investigator has problems with illegal possession of guns and illegal intrusion into other people's houses."

"You responded very well this time. The police couldn't find enough evidence to prove that you were illegally holding a gun, and the explanation for the gunpowder reaction on your body was quite sufficient. The name of the Kragg Club is enough to convince them, otherwise you might have to go there Magistrates Court."

"So, you are not a suspect, but a good citizen. A good citizen who picks up a gun and turns it in will not need to be searched again."

Alright... But I lost a few pounds with a revolver and the corresponding bullets, as well as legal fees... Klein squeezed out a smile and said, "I see, Lawyer Jurgen, let's establish a formal cooperative relationship." .�

Jurgen twitched the corner of his mouth, and stretched out his hand with a very professional smile: "It's a happy cooperation."

"I sincerely hope to see you less often at the police station."

It's not up to me to decide... Klein laughed at himself.

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Back at No. 15 Minsk Street, Klein took a hot bath to calm himself down.

But at this moment, he heard phantom pleading voices again, vaguely coming from a woman.

Miss Justice? Do you have any clues about Lanwusi this time? Klein suddenly jumped out of the bathtub, quickly dried his body, put on his clothes, and entered above the gray mist.

Looking at the ever-expanding and shrinking crimson stars, he spread his spirituality and chose to listen: "A fool who does not belong to this era..."

"Dear Mister Fool, there is a problem with Lanwusi's investigation..."

For some reason, "Justice" in a white coat told the whole story about the explosion accident on Dharavi Street in the East District and Gavin's slipping and drowning.

As a "Mind Reader" who has already started, she did not add her own guesses, so as not to affect Mister Fool's judgment.

After listening carefully, Klein frowned, feeling that the murderer's overreaction was unimaginable.

This is different from "Vice Admiral Hurricane" Qilingus. As a fraudster, Lanerus found trouble, and it was his professional instinct to move immediately. He had no reason to pursue and kill those who were looking for him.

According to such a standard, 80% of the bounty hunters in the East Zone would have to die, which would cause a sensation and cause the case to be taken over by the Nighthawks, Punishers, or the Mechanical Heart team!

Hmm... The benefits that Lanwusi obtained in the ceremony of praying for the "True Creator" to descend an heir, made him crazy? This is very much in line with the style of the "True Creator"... But the problem is that it is difficult for a lunatic to hide himself, except for potential ones... Klein was lost in thought and didn't rush to respond to Miss Justice.

He had read the newspaper and knew about the explosion accident, so he used dream divination to recall the specific content.

Immediately afterwards, he wrote a new divination statement: "Clues to the bombing on Dharavi Street." JrNovels.com