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Tingen City, No. 2, Narcissus Street.

Klein, who left the note, locked the door and walked to the roadside waiting for Leonard Mitchell.

Leonard's black short hair is a little longer than last month, and it is very messy.

Even so, with his good looks, emerald-like eyes and poetry temperament, there is still a different kind of beauty.

Sure enough, any hairstyle is to look at the face... Klein subconsciously vomited, pointing to the direction of the Iron Cross Street:

"Frye is waiting for us there?"

"Yes." Leonard took care of the shirt that didn't get in, and asked like it, "Do you have any clues from the information?"

Klein left with a stick and walked along the edge of the street:

"No, no matter the way of death or the time of death, I can't find a rule. You know, rituals involving evil spirits and demons must be matched with specific time points or special ways."

Leonard touched the special revolver hidden under the shirt and hidden under the shirt, and chuckled:

"This is not absolute. In my experience, some evil spirits or demons are very easy to satisfy, as long as he has a strong interest in the next thing."

"And a certain number of these deaths are definitely normal, and they must be removed to get the right answer."

Klein gave him a look:

"So the captain asked us to re-explore and rule out normal events."

"Leonard, your tone and description tells me that you have enough experience in similar areas, but you have become a night-watcher for less than four years. On average, there are no more than two extraordinary cases per month, and most of them. It's all simple and easy to solve."

He always felt that Leonard Mitchell, the teammate, was weird and mysterious. He not only doubted himself, but also thought that he was special, and he was sometimes arrogant, sometimes arrogant, sometimes frivolous, and sometimes deep.

Does he also have an adventure? There are also adventures that make him feel that he is the protagonist of the drama? Klein combines a wealth of films, novels, and TV dramas "Knowledge" to make a rough guess.

Upon hearing his question, Leonard smiled and said:

"This is because you have not officially entered the state of the night, still in the training phase."

“Every year, the church will organize the extraordinary cases encountered in each church in each parish into books, and according to the different levels of confidentiality, make certain cuts in different versions, and then send them to the members.”

"Besides the occult course, you can apply to the captain and enter the Chanis Gate to borrow books from the previous cases."

Klein has a bit of a sigh:

"The captain has never reminded me of this."

He has not had the chance to enter the Chanis Gate until now.

Leonard chuckles out:

"I thought you were used to the style of the captain. I didn't expect you to be naively expecting him to remind you."

Having said that, he made a meaningful addition: "If the captain remembers anything and didn't forget anything, then we need to be vigilant."

Does this mean getting out of control? Klein solemnly beheaded and asked:

“Is this the captain’s unique style? I thought it was a question attached to the ‘insomblower’ sequence...”

Staying up late causes memory loss...

"Accurately speaking, it is the unique style of 'nightmare'. The reality is intertwined with dreams. It is often unclear which ones are true. You need to remember which ones are fake and you don't have to put them in your head..." Leonard Ben I want to say something more, but the two have stepped into Iron Cross Street and saw the "collector" Fry waiting for the public carriage site.

Frye wore a black round felt hat, wearing a thin windbreaker of the same color, carrying a suitcase in his hand, the skin color was so pale that people suspected that he would suddenly fall out of the disease, and the cold and chilly temperament allowed the surrounding cars to wait. They are far away from him.

After beheading each other, the three did not speak, silently merged, and crossed the "Slim Bakery" and turned to the Iron Cross Street.

Immediately, the street vendors who sold oyster soup, fragrant meat fish, **** beer and fruits screamed and shouted, letting pedestrians involuntarily slow down.

At this point, it was already at five o'clock. Many people returned to the Iron Cross Street. The two sides of the road began to be crowded. Some children mixed up, watching all this indifferently, watching all the pockets.

Klein often came here to buy cheap cooked food. He used to live in a nearby apartment. He knew the status of the place, so he reminded me:

"Be careful with thieves."

Leonard smiled and said: "Don't care."

He pulled the shirt, adjusted the gun bag, and let the left wheel of the waist be exposed.

Between Huo Ran, watching his eyes move away, the pedestrians around him did not consciously give way.

... Klein groaned, and quickly followed Leonard and Frye, and lowered his head to prevent people who knew it from noticing himself.

- Benson and Melissa are still in contact with some of their former neighbors, after all, they have not moved far enough.

Passing through the numerous streets of the street, the three of them entered the real street of Iron Cross Street.

The passers-by here are dressed in old and tattered clothing. They are both vigilant and greedy for the appearance of strange and glamorous people, as if they are staring at the rotten vultures, they may attack at any time, but Leonard effectively stops the revolver. Everything happened.

"We started the investigation from the death last night, starting with Mrs. Lauves who pasted the matchbox." Leonard turned over the information and pointed to the distance, "No. 134, 1st floor..."

As the three of them marched, the ragged play kids quickly hid to the side of the road and stared at them with sorrowful, curious, scared eyes.

"Look at their arms and their legs, just like matchsticks." Leonard sighed, taking the lead in entering the 134 with three layers.

A variety of mixed gas suddenly plunged into Klein's nostrils, he can faintly distinguish the smell of urine, the smell of sweat, the musty smell of moisture, and the smell of coal wood burning.

Can't help but raise his hand to cover his nose, Klein saw Beechmont Barton waiting here.

The sheriff in charge of the surrounding neighborhoods has a brown-yellow hustle and bustle, and is full of flattering feelings for Leonard, who is inspected.

"Sir, I have let Lavis wait in the room." Beachy Mountbatton laughed with a slightly pointed and unique voice.

He apparently did not recognize Klein, who had a lot of spirits and a lot of decent, and only looked at the three chiefs and led them into the home of Lawrence on the first floor.

This is a single-family house with a two-story bed on the inner side, a table on the right, paper, cardboard, and other items. The corner is filled with a basket full of matchboxes, and the left side is a ragged cabinet. , both the clothes and the tableware.

On both sides of the door, there were stoves, toilets and a small amount of coal, wood, etc. There were two dirty grounds in the center. A man was wrapped in a quilt that smashed out of the hole and slumbered, making people almost incompetent.

The lower bunk of the bed, a woman lying there, the skin is cold and gloomy, obviously has lost all life.

Next to the corpse, sitting in a thirties-year-old man with greasy and messy hair, he looked languid and his eyes lost his gaze.

"Lauss, these three police officers came to check the body and asked you something." Beachy Mombaton shouted, not thinking about anyone sleeping on the ground.

The wilted man looked up with weakness and asked:

"I haven't checked this morning, have you asked?"

He was wearing a gray-blue worker's uniform with traces of sewing.

"Let you answer and answer, how can there be so many questions!" Beachy Mombaton reprimanded the other, then smiled at Leonard, Klein, and Frye. "Sir, that is Lavis. The bed is his wife, the deceased. After our initial examination, I died of a sudden illness."

Klein and others padded their toes and walked from the gap between the floor tiles to the bedside.

The high nose and thin lips, the temperament of the cold Fry did not speak, only gently patted Lauvis, indicating that he let go, easy to check the body.

Klein looked at the man who was sleeping on the ground and asked:

"Who is this?"

"I, my tenant." Lauvis scratched his scalp. "This room costs 3 Sule 10 pennies a week. I am just a dock worker. My wife has a matchbox to get two and four." One penny, one ,, yes, 130 boxes or more, we, we have children, I can only rent spare places to others, a floor shop only needs 1 sul a week..."

"I have a tenant who helps the set in the theater. If I don't take a break before 10 pm, I will sell the right to use the ground floor during the day. This gentleman, he is the guard at the gate of the theater at night, um, he only uses Pay 6 pence a week..."

Listening to the introduction of the other party, Klein couldn't help but look at the corner of the basket.

1箩130 boxes or more, only earn 2.25 pence, the price of almost two pounds of black bread... How many times can you paste in one day? (Note 1)

Leonard looked around and asked:

"Is there any abnormality before your wife died?"

Lawrence, who had already answered similar questions, pointed to the left chest: "From last week, um, maybe last week, she often said that it was very stuffy and breathless."

Have a precursor to heart disease? Normal deaths? Klein interjected:

"Do you see the process of her death?"

Lauves recalled:

"After the sun goes down, she is no longer working. Candles and kerosene are much more expensive than matchboxes... She said she was very tired, let me talk to two children, she took a break and waited for me to see her again. She has already stopped breathing."

Having said that, the sorrow and pain of Lawless can no longer be concealed.

Klein and Leonard asked a few questions, but they failed to find unnatural factors.

After looking at each other, Leonard said:

"Mr. Lauvis, trouble you to go out and wait a few minutes, we will do an in-depth inspection of the body, I think you will not want to see the next picture."

"Okay, okay." Lawless hurriedly stood up.

Beachy Mombaton walked to the side, kicked the tenant who woke up in the sleeping area, and drove the other out violently. He closed the door and watched it outside.

"How?" Leonard looked at Frye.

"Death from heart disease." Frye took back his hands and said with certainty.

Klein thought about it and pulled out the half-penny denomination of copper coins, intending to make a quick decision.

"'The heart disease of Mrs. Lauves has the influence of extraordinary factors'? No, this is too narrow, the answer is easy to mislead... Well, 'Mr. Lauves's death has the influence of extraordinary factors'...just this!" He seemed to silently whisper in thought, and quickly determined the divination statement.

In the meditation, Klein came to the body of Mrs. Lawless, and her eyes turned deep and the coins popped up.

When the reverberation reverberated, the brass-colored coin rolled down and steadily stopped in his palm.

This time, the king's head is facing up.

This shows that Mrs. Lawless's death does have the influence of extraordinary factors!

Note 1: At the end of the Victorian era, there were 144 matchboxes, labor costs of 2.25 pence, and the limit of a woman from morning to night was 7箩.