Chapter 54

Chapter 54

Chapter 54

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"…You need to give me an explanation about that dream."

"If the sadness and confusion in the real world are just acting, then why did she appear in your dream?..."

"You're broken and need to be fixed."

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After handing over the formula for the "Master of Magic" potion obtained from the autobiography of Abraham's descendants to Miss "Magician", Klein slept soundly because more rewards were waiting for him the next day.

Today is the date when the reward for the serial murder case is announced!
Klein was excited and arrived at the agreed place on time. The detectives who participated in the bounty had already arrived one after another. He walked through the living room and entered the same living room. He saw Kaslana and Stuart, two detectives he was familiar with, and sat next to the latter.

"Sherlock, how much bounty do you think we will get this time? It should be no less than protecting Atreus. Of course, I haven't done much work, so what I can get is limited. As Emperor Roselle said, you get what you sow." Stuart pressed his fist against his beard at his chin.

Klein guessed with interest, "The higher the amount, the higher the amount. The lower the amount, the higher the amount. The higher ...

And I am the one who has more... If Isengard is as credible as he describes himself, Klein added in his heart.

Not long after, Isengard, with graying temples and a thin face with clear contours, wearing a white shirt and brown vest, holding his iconic pipe, entered the living room where the fireplace was blazing, sat down in his armchair, and said with a smile: "Ladies and gentlemen. I just came back from the Backlund Police Department. They recognized our contribution and believed that we provided crucial help in solving the case. Although we did not participate in the subsequent roundup, we can still get half of the reward."

"That means we will share 1000 pounds in cash!"

"This is also a very generous bounty in Backlund. A single detective would have to sleep on the streets for four or five years without food or drink to save up this much."

The atmosphere in the living room suddenly became relaxed, and everyone was filled with anticipation for their own bounties. Even Klein was no exception, and he was guessing how much Isengard would give him.

At least a hundred pounds, right? He whispered silently.

Isengard took a puff of his pipe, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said with great satisfaction: "Thank you all for your trust in me. I will make the distribution now."

"The person who made the greatest contribution this time was Detective Sherlock Moriarty. The ideas and thoughts he provided helped us find clues and get on the right track. He is a true reasoning expert!"

"Ms. Kaslana can confirm this. I also have several letters from Detective Moriarty. Anyone who has doubts can take a look at them."

It was fair that he didn’t even list himself as the biggest contributor... Klein immediately had a new respect for this great detective.

After dividing the bounty, the detectives said goodbye one after another, and Klein was given the highest treatment by the Great Detective of Isengard, who sent him to the door.

Isinger held his pipe, coughed twice and said, "There are still some doubts in the serial murder case that have not been investigated clearly. Maybe there is a more vicious guy hiding behind the murderer. You must be careful recently and don't publicize that you played an important role in this case."

It seems that the official Beyonders also suspect that the demonic giant dog has an owner, so there is no need for me to insinuate it further... Klein felt more relaxed: "I know. I have the same suspicion."

"Mr. Stanton, you also have to be careful. You are the organizer of the party and the main partner of the police."

The two exchanged a few more pleasantries, and both the host and the guest were very happy. Klein took a few steps and saw Detective Stuart approaching him again.

"Sherlock, I forgot to tell you just now that I recently accepted a very well-paid mission to find someone. Please mobilize your resources and help me keep an eye out for him. If he can be found, I will not miss your share."

"Okay, no problem." Klein replied nonchalantly.

Stuart handed over the paper in his hand and said, "This is the person. He has been missing for nearly two weeks. Because he himself is involved in indecent activities or some degree of crime, the client does not want us to ask the police for help."

Klein nodded slightly, unfolded the paper, and saw a black-and-white photo: It was a man with his hair combed back at an angle, serious yet somewhat unrestrained: he was about 27 or 28 years old, with a delicate and handsome appearance, but there was undisguised arrogance between his eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and thin lips.

"By the way, his name is..." Stuart recalled, "Emlyn White."

Emlyn White… Klein suddenly turned his head: “Huh?”

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Backlund, outside the East District.

In an ordinary house on the west side, a vicious gang leader was directing his subordinates: "Quick, quick, clean this place up!"

"Spray some perfume! Clean the blood! There's still a piece of finger here!"

A dozen of his men were busy washing or cleaning in the 40-square-meter living room. The body parts and blood on the ground were disappearing bit by bit. The gang leader finally breathed a sigh of relief. It was all because his men were too slow. It took him so long to pick up a few goods, which made him go out to the street and see a beautiful girl... Fortunately, it was cleaned up now. He had finally won this order from his superiors. He must win it and not let the special envoy of the Aurora Society be dissatisfied!

A moment later, people from the Aurora Society arrived.

The leader was a tall and strong man who was wearing a dark cloak in broad daylight, with half of his face exposed under the cloak. Behind him were several people who were also wrapped up so tightly that even their faces could not be seen clearly.

The boy at the door quickly welcomed the person in. The messenger entered the house, closed the door, and took off his hood, revealing a serious face. He had a pair of dark green and almost black eyes like gemstones, which flashed a shrewd light from time to time, and deep inside was hidden a deep malice. He did not have any strange words or actions, and did not look like a crazy cultist, but rather like a veteran from the government.

The leader was overjoyed: "Mr. Z, no, Lord Z! You are finally here, we have been waiting for you for a long time!"

He took the initiative to come over and shake hands, but the messenger did not move and did not show any reaction. The leader did not feel embarrassed at all, and bent over to lead the way for Mr. Z. At the moment when they passed by, Mr. Z felt a slight weight in his pocket, and two gold pounds were stuffed in it. Mr. Z did not comment, but smiled slightly, and reluctantly showed a little kindness. "Oh, you are the person sent by Mr. Kapin, the one in charge of population and hallucinogen business, who came to negotiate a deal with me?" Mr. Z's smile was a little perfunctory, "It smells of blood, what happened here?"

The leader smiled flatteringly and said, "It's nothing, a blind thief broke in and I dealt with him..."

Mr. Z and a follower behind him looked at each other without any reaction. He nodded and took the initiative to sit upstairs.

When the meeting started, Mr. Z, who was familiar with various diplomatic affairs, quickly started chatting with the other party. After only ten minutes, the leader was convinced by Mr. Z, smiling from ear to ear, and every muscle on his face tried his best to show respect, as if he had found his real father.

Then, the formal negotiation of the deal began.

The intention of both parties had been confirmed before they came back, and the only issue left was the distribution of benefits. After a round of friendly and harmonious negotiations, Mr. Z took the opportunity to give up some of his benefits, which seemed to give face to Mr. Kapin and his official protectors. The leader also knew that he couldn't push too hard, so he boldly gave Mr. Z a portion of his commission. After all, when it comes to drug possession and these black transactions, no organization or individual can compare to the Aurora Society, which is experienced and has extensive connections. He has to ensure that his channels will not be too much affected by other peers. The benefits he paid are necessary, and he can earn back ten or a hundred times in the future.

Mr. Z readily accepted it. Only if they took the black money together could it be considered true cooperation. Otherwise, it would arouse the other party's suspicion and show a lack of integrity.

In the end, Ka Square expressed its willingness to invest 8000 pounds and a 7% share, and obtained the protection umbrella for Mr. Z in the East District for the next three years.

Mr. Z promised to help Ka Square to check and balance the Pilgrimage Cult and its leader Maria, and all underground exchanges, docks, black interest chains and checkpoints in the entire East District of Backlund would give them a green light.

Finally, Mr. Z took the initiative to reveal some dirty things inside the Ernst Foundation, such as adopting poor and helpless children in exchange for so-called financial assistance, pretending to provide medical care and education but making many patients and laborers disappear without a trace... People who do dirty work often think that everyone is as dirty as him. Kapin's forces have long resented the Pilgrimage Sect, and of course they are happy to hear him say these words, which are not sure whether they are true or not but are pleasant enough. At this point, the trust between the two sides has reached its peak.

The leader was grinning from ear to ear. It turned out that the real cult members were the same kind. Who knows how filthy the seemingly noble people in the Ernst Foundation were. A younger brother came up and whispered a few words in his ear. The leader knew that the goods and funds had arrived, so he acted even more generously. He took out a note from the younger brother's pocket and generously pushed it in front of Mr. Z.

"This is a 1000-pound gift for you. It's just a small token of my appreciation."

Mr. Z gladly accepted it. After a few seconds of silence, he smiled and said softly, "Can't you see? There is a girl strangling your neck. The smell of blood is too strong. How many people have you killed here?"

The leader's face suddenly turned pale. He vaguely knew about the extraordinary world, but he was not an extraordinary person. As soon as Mr. Z finished speaking, he immediately felt shortness of breath. He hurriedly recited the name of the God he believed in in his heart. When he was anxious, he noticed the meaningful smile on Mr. Z's face. The leader immediately understood and his face turned red again. He quickly took out all the valuables on his body and dictated an anonymous account and password, which added up to another thousand pounds.

Mr. Z accepted all the orders and his expression became much better.

The chief felt relieved immediately. The money was not his anyway, so he didn't feel bad about it, but he was afraid that Mr. Z would not accept it. Then, he showed an ambiguous smile and deliberately lowered his voice: "Mr. Z, these are just small tokens of our appreciation. There are bigger and more gifts in the back. Please move to the third floor."

Mr. Z, who was very smart, immediately understood what the other party meant. He followed them up to the third floor with great anticipation. When he opened the door, he saw dozens of young and pretty girls dressed in different styles. Mr. Z's smile became perfunctory again. It turned out that it was not the real gold and silver valuables he wanted, but the vulgar human trafficking. The largest one did not seem to be as high as his shoulders. It was not known whether the pieces of cloth on all the people could be put together to make two coats. Everyone was shivering.

The servants behind him were all silent, as if they were dead.

The leader's face was full of pride, and his eyes were full of envy. Mr. Z forced a smile on his face and turned to look at him: "Anything else?"

The leader was stunned for a moment: "Ah? Lord Z, this is all our sincerity. As long as we keep cooperating, in the future..."

"Then there is none."

Mr. Z breathed a sigh of relief.

Crash! The small building turned into a sea of ​​blood and flesh in an instant. The leader was the first to be swallowed up, and was completely dissolved without making any sound. The sea of ​​blood rushed down along the steps and even through the cracks in the wall, swallowing up all the dozens of brothers waiting downstairs in a blink of an eye. They all lasted about eight seconds in total, screamed twice in total, and no one escaped.

"What a waste of time." Mr. Z lit a cigarette for himself. The waiter closest to him took off his hood, revealing a calm and resolute face covered with large scars.

"Ms. Maria!"

"Sister Maria! Sister Maria is here to save us!"

The girls who were almost fainted from fear immediately regained their spirits when they saw her. More than a dozen girls rushed over to Mr. Z, who had killed more than 20 people in a blink of an eye. The girls, who were at most 18 and at least 12 years old, pushed Mr. Z to the corner and rushed to Maria, hugging her arms and crying heartbreakingly, crying about the torture they had suffered, their companions who could not hold on until now, and their friends who had been sent to who knows where.

Maria comforted them, her heart bleeding. She took off her cape, coat, and sweater, leaving only a white shirt, and put them on her girls. Damn Kapin, damn the traffickers, in the cold weather of October, they actually let these children wear so thin!
A few minutes later, Mr. Z tried hard to squeeze back to Maria. He raised his voice an octave, which was enough to drown out the girls' crying.

"Take them downstairs first! Don't crowd them here!" he said. "I'll ask others to bring some clothes and food."

"Okay!" Maria took the time to answer him, helping the girls who were about to faint from crying and leading them down the stairs.

Mr. Z asked a waiter to leave through the secret passage and go to a nearby base to get some supplies to accommodate the girls.

He took out the account and contract worth 10000 pounds from the inner pocket of his windbreaker, looked at it again and again, touched it again and again. Thinking of his merits, thinking of the outstanding employee of the month, thinking that he would definitely be able to beat A this time - A! Hard work also requires brains! Even if you work as 007 in the workhouse for half a month, can it compare to the pounds of funds I contributed to the Aurora Club? - Mr. Z's face was full of smiles, and after a long time, he reluctantly put it close to his body.

TBC
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Mr. Z: You never imagined that I am now a partner of justice!
Regarding the chapter title, I really can’t come up with one!! (*﹃｀*)
Why? Because my story doesn't have a single protagonist, but multiple parallel threads. Each chapter has several sections, so it's hard to describe what's written in this chapter with just one title. So after listening to the advice, I decided to add a title to the important time points for easy searching... Clang clang clang clang! Please see!

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