That mashed potato just now was too salty!

"My grandma will be in the hospital recently. Sometimes I may not come back because of the case, so Brody will have to go hungry." Jurgen looked at the black cat and said, "I want you to wait until I don't come back." feed Brody, clean his toilet, and play with him for a while. He likes others to scratch his chin. Well, every night at ten o�clock, if my house is dark and there are no lights, you can come in. 2 soli a time until my grandma comes home."

Klein saw the suspiciously gentle expression on the face of the rigid, serious and always serious Lawyer Jurgen, so he raised the corner of his mouth and said, "It's a very simple task, and the reward is relatively generous. I have no reason to refuse."

While speaking, he looked sideways at the black cat Brody and smiled at it.

Brody the black cat turned slowly, with his back to him.

Klein's smile couldn't help but froze on his face.

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Klein, who was very full, bid farewell and left Jurgen's house, and walked slowly on the street where the night had completely fallen back to the house he rented.

At this time, the people who finished their work had all arrived home and were enjoying their own dinner. There were few pedestrians and carriages on the road, and it was quite quiet.

Walking under the light of the gas street lamp, Klein, who had no urgent desire to go back, was getting slower and slower, and the same was true for the black shadow at his feet.

When passing by Somer's house, he saw bright lights inside through the oriel window, figures going back and forth, and voices of talking and laughing faintly.

And right next door at No. 15 Minsk Street, it was dark and silent.

Klein sighed, quickened his pace, took out the key, and opened the door.

Before going in, he habitually looked at the letter box and found another letter lying in it.

Who sent it from? Klein took out the letter and glanced at the light of the street lamp.

There was no postage stamp... the handwriting resembled Isengard Stanton's... He nodded slightly, entered the room and closed the door, turned on the light and opened the letter.

In the letter, Detective Essinger said: "...I am glad to tell you that the murderer has been found and killed on the spot."

"The police department believes that our work is worth at least half of the reward, and it should be distributed to me this week. At that time, I will invite you and other friends to come and share the reward."

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Essinger received the news so soon? He has a very deep relationship with the Backlund police department... Well, there is no postage stamp, which means that he sent it directly from someone. The postal system of the Loen Kingdom is not so efficient. How could it be possible that the letter was only sent in the afternoon? Arrived at night? Klein exhaled, put down the letter, and prepared to change clothes and go out.

The serial murder case was solved, and the situation in Backlund eased up, so he could try to do something.

For example, go to the Bar of the Brave to find Kaspers, contact Maric, and see if there are any books in the field of occultism with this Extraordinary who manipulates living corpses and Miss Sharon.

If my guess is correct, they should be defectors from the Rose School of Thought. They were formally organized before, and they must know a lot of mystical knowledge, and now I have enough money to buy them! Klein touched his wallet, thinking with some expectation.

Backlund Bridge area, Bar of the Brave.

Klein pressed down the peaked cap on his head, carefully protected the wallet in the inner pocket of the gray-blue worker's jacket, bypassed the drinkers around the boxing ring, and went straight to the bar.

On the way, he looked around, but he didn't find the black market weapons dealer Kaspers Kanlinin.

Either playing cards or billiards... Klein nodded himself, sat in front of the bar, and said to the bartender, "Half and half."

The last time he saw someone drink this alcoholic drink, he thought it should suit his taste.

At least it's more suitable than pure malt beer... Klein thought without comparison.

The bartender looked up at him: "Which two wines are used? Different choices have different prices." JrNovels.com