"If the criminals can be caught and the rewards won, I will distribute the rewards reasonably based on everyone's contribution. Believe me, I still have some credibility in this business."

"Okay, happy cooperation." Klein took the initiative to extend his right hand, shook hands with the other party, and felt the dryness and warmth of Isinger's palm.

For a middle-aged gentleman in his forties or fifties, it was not easy to maintain a similar feeling in Backlund's late autumn. Based on this, Klein even doubted that Essinger was an Extraordinary.

"Happy cooperation." Essinger nodded with a smile.

Only at this moment did Klein realize that he was being rude, so he put on a smile and said, "Sorry, I forgot to invite you in. Let's have a good chat over coffee and black tea?"

"You're welcome, I've asked those detectives to come to my house at nine o'clock in the morning to discuss the case, and my assistants are waiting for them there." Essinger took out a silver pocket watch with intricate carvings and mechanical beauty, opened it and glanced at it. , "We have to meet them in the past, no problem?"

"No problem, I'll go to the bathroom, change my clothes, and leave." At this moment, Klein suddenly regained the feeling he had when he was a Nighthawk, fighting crime, maintaining order, and protecting the people.

In the washroom, Klein went above the gray mist and obtained an acceptable answer through divination, so he quickly returned to the real world, put on his coat, put on his hat, grabbed his cane, and followed Essinger into a car Rent a carriage and sit on the left and right.

Essinger glanced at him, and asked as if thinking: "I'm curious, how did you find out that Hiber's murder was related to the East Balam Dockyard and the Dockworkers' Association?"

I didn't realize...that was a misunderstanding... Klein seriously thought about how to weave a lie.

With a smile on his face, he replied rather vaguely: "The main reason is to judge that Hibel's death was caused by a copycat crime. This is thanks to the help of reporter Mike Joseph. After confirming this matter, and then according to Hibel's return" The route of "Golden Rose" and some other clues, I had a corresponding guess, so I pretended to be a reporter to investigate."

Essinger nodded lightly, and didn't waste any more time on this topic, and instead introduced the serial murder case in detail, which was more detailed than what was described in the newspaper, especially the latest one.

Time passed quickly in the discussions and exchanges, and the carriage arrived at a slightly old building in Hillston District.

The lighting in this house is not very good. Even if there is no fog in Backlund today, it looks quite dark. Isengard Stanton led Klein through the fairly spacious living room, and entered the fireplace that was already lit. living room.

Klein looked around and saw fifteen or six detectives, who filled every available seat in the living room.

"Sherlock?" A surprised voice sounded, seeming to be familiar with Klein.

who? Klein looked over in a little astonishment, and found that Detective Stuart, who had just parted ways yesterday, appeared here.

He looked carefully again, and recognized Detective Kaslana and her assistant Lydia, who were in charge of protecting Yatru before.

"What a coincidence." Klein raised the corners of his mouth and approached Stuart with a smile.

Stuart squeezed to the side, vacating half of the butt seat, patted and said: "Maybe it's not a coincidence, I read a magazine before and mentioned that there is a phenomenon called synchronicity in psychology. It happens, lol, just kidding."

At this time, Essinger introduced to all the detectives present: "This is Mr. Sherlock Moriarty, an excellent detective."

With his endorsement, Kaslana and the others looked at Klein with a little more trust in their eyes, thinking that he was indeed an excellent private detective.

After Klein nodded in response, he sat next to Stuart and asked casually, "Is your commission over?"

"Yes, Yatru's situation has improved, and those bad friends seem to have problems too, and it is no longer possible to threaten him, so we lost our jobs." Stuart laughed, "I originally wanted to rest for a few days , I was called by Mr. Stanton, so I came to have a look. In fact, this is also good. I don�t like cases that are a little bit weird and scary. Well, I mean the kind of scary ghost stories. In comparison, I'd rather take on a murder case!"

After the assistant poured a cup of coffee or black tea for everyone and distributed the information, Essinger sat on the easy chair, took out his pipe, and slowly rubbed it: "I don't think any of you will understand the latest serial murder case." It feels strange, do you have any ideas? Let�s talk about it.�

Stuart, who had a thin face and less beard, raised his hand, and said first, "I checked the information just now and found that the police didn't investigate the identity of the deceased."

"I don't think the criminal could have recognized the victim as a street girl just by looking at her. He must have had contact with them. This is a very important direction, and the police missed it! God, this is unbelievable!"

That criminal was most likely recognized by his eyes... Klein muttered to himself.

Regarding Stuart's doubts, most of the private detectives echoed their words, but Kaslana, Essinger and other two or three remained silent and did not speak.

"This is a very important direction, Stuart, you can find a few friends to help, and investigate carefully." After the discussion subsided, Isinger gave a steady evaluation. JrNovels.com