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

"If the sadness and confusion shown in the real world are played, then why did she appear in your dreams?..."

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

153

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

Today is the date for the reward for serial murders!

Klein was excited and came to the agreed place on time. The detectives who participated in the reward had arrived one after another. Through the living room and entering the previous living room, Klein saw two more familiar detectives, Caslana and Stuart, and sat next to the latter.

"Sherlock, how much bounty do you think we will get this time? It shouldn't be less than protecting Atoru. Of course, I don't do much work, and I can get only limited. Emperor Rossell said that hard work will bring you rewards." Stuart clenched his fist and pressed his beard against his chin.

Crane guessed with interest: "The more may be a few hundred pounds, and the less may not be less than 10 pounds."

And I am that many... If Esinger is as credible as he described himself, Klein added in his heart.

A short while, Aisinger, who had gray temples and thin faces, had a clear outline, wore a white shirt and brown vest, held his signature pipe and entered the living room where the fireplace was burning. He sat on his easy chair and smiled and said, "Ladies and gentlemen. I just returned from the Beckland Police Office. They recognized our contribution and believed that we had provided crucial help in the cracking of the case. Although we were not involved in the follow-up roundup, we could still get half the reward."

"That is, we will share 1,000 pounds of cash!"

"This is also a very generous bounty in Beckland. A single detective has to save it on the street for four or five years without eating or drinking."

The atmosphere in the living room suddenly became relaxed, and expectations for his own bounty were everywhere. Even Klein was no exception, and he was guessing how much Isinger would give him.

At least hundreds of pounds? He whispered silently.

Aisinger took a sip of his pipe, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said with satisfaction: "Thank you for your trust in me, I will make the assignment now."

"The biggest contribution this time was Detective Sherlock Moriarty. The few ideas and ideas he provided allowed us to find clues and get on the right track. He is a veritable reasoning expert!"

"Ms. Kaslana can confirm this. I also keep several letters written by Detective Moriarty. Those who question it can take it to take a look."

It's very fair, but he didn't list himself as his biggest contributor... Klein immediately looked at this detective with some admiration.

After dividing up the bounty, the detectives said goodbye one after another, and Klein received the highest treatment sent by Detective Aisinger to the door.

Aisinger held his pipe and coughed twice, "There are some suspicious points in the serial murder case that have not been found out. Perhaps behind the murderer, there is a more vicious guy. You must be careful recently and don't publicize that you have played an important role in this case."

It seems that the extraordinary officials also suspect that the demon giant dog has its owner and I don’t need to make any indirect attacks... Klein relaxed a little: “I know, I have speculations in this regard too.”

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

The two of them exchanged a few more greetings, and the host and the guest were having fun. Klein took a few steps and saw Detective Stuart coming up again.

"Sherlock, I just forgot to tell you that I have recently taken on a highly paid search mission. You can mobilize your resources and help me pay attention. If I can find it, I will not miss your one."

"Okay, no problem." Klein replied indifferently.

Stuart handed the paper in his hand and said, "It's this person who has been missing for nearly two weeks. Because he himself is related to unpredictable things or a certain 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 hair slanted and combing back, with a bit of chicness in his seriousness: he was about twenty-seven or eight years old, and he looked handsome, but there was unconcealed arrogance between his eyebrows and eyes, his nose was high and his lips were thin.

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

Emlyn White…Kline suddenly turned his head: “Ah?”

154

Bakerland, outside the East.

In an ordinary residence on the west side, a vicious gang leader is directing his younger brother: "Hurry, hurry up, clean up here!"

"Spray some perfume! Wash the blood! There is still a piece of finger!"

More than a dozen younger brothers squeezed into the living room of more than 40 square meters to wash or wipe, and they were busy, and the limbs and blood on the ground were disappearing bit by bit. The gang leader finally breathed a sigh of relief, all the blame was that his subordinates were too slow to do things and took so long to carry a few goods, which made him go around the streets and just happened to see a beautiful girl... Fortunately, he has been cleaned up now, and he has finally obtained this order from his superiors. He must take it down and cannot make the envoy of the Aurora Society dissatisfied at all!

A moment later, the people from the Aurora Society arrived.

The leader was a tall and strong man, wearing a pitch-black cloak in broad daylight, with half of his cheeks exposed under the cloak, and behind him were a few people who were also tightly wrapped and could not even see their faces.

The younger brother at the door quickly welcomed the person in. The messenger entered the house, closed the door, took off his hood, revealing a straight face. He had a pair of gem-like dark green and nearly black eyes, and shrewd light from time to time, and deep malicious intentions were hidden deep in it. He did not have strange words and deeds, but rather like a crazy cultist, but rather like an old fry 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 came over to shake hands, but the God-Emeng did not move and showed no signs. The leader did not feel embarrassed at all. He bent his body to guide Mr. Z. At the moment when he passed by, Mr. Z felt that there was a little extra weight in his pocket, and two gold pounds were stuffed into it. Mr. Z did not comment, smiled slightly, and reluctantly showed a kind look.

"Oh, you are the one sent by Mr. Kapin, the one in charge of the population and hallucinogenic drugs business, come to discuss the deal with me?" Mr. Z's smile was a little perfunctory, "It smells bloody, what's going on here?"

The leader smiled flatteringly and said, "Actually nothing. A thief with no eyes broke in, and I cleaned him up..."

Mr. Z looked at a follower behind him, but did not react to it. He nodded and took the initiative to sit upstairs.

At the beginning of the talks, Mr. Z, who was skilled in various diplomatic affairs, quickly started a conversation 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 was doing his best to show respect, as if he had found his own father.

Then, the formal negotiation transaction began.

The intentions of both parties have been confirmed before they come again, and only the issue of distribution of interests remained. After a round of friendly and harmonious negotiations, Mr. Z stopped when he saw the good news and voluntarily gave up part of the interests, which seemed to give Mr. Kaping and his official asylums. The leader also knew that he could not force him too much, so he boldly gave Mr. Z some commissions. After all, in terms of drug hiding and these black transactions, no organization or individual can compare with Aurora Club, which has rich experience and wide connections. He has to ensure that his channels will not be too involved by other peers. The benefits he paid are necessary and can be earned back ten times and a hundred times in the future.

Mr. Z accepted it happily. Only by taking the black money together can it be considered a real cooperation, otherwise it will cause the other party to doubt and be untrustful.

In the end, Ka Pingfang expressed his willingness to invest 8,000 pounds and a 7% share, and obtained Mr. Z's umbrella authority in the East District in the next three years.

Mr. Z promised to help the Card Square check and balance the Tour and its head Maria, all underground exchanges, docks, black interest chains and levels in the East District of Bakerland will give them a green light.

In the end, Mr. Z also took the initiative to reveal some dirty things inside the Ernst Foundation, such as adopting poor and unreliable children in exchange for so-called financial aid, and pretending to provide medical care and education, but many patients and labor forces disappeared without a trace... People who do dirty work often think that everyone is as dirty as him. Kaping's power has been resentful to the ritual sect for a long time. Of course, he is willing to listen to him saying these words that are not true but pleasant enough. At this point, the trust between both sides has reached its peak.

The leader smiled so hard that he couldn't stop. Sure enough, the real cult elements were the same fellows. The seemingly noble people of Ernst Foundation might be so dirty. A little brother came up and said a few words. The leader knew that the goods and funds had arrived and acted more generously. He took out a note from his younger brother's pocket and generously pushed it to Mr. Z.

"I'm going to give you a pound of 1,000 gift, please be careful."

Mr. Z accepted happily. After a few seconds of silence, he smiled and said softly: "Can't you see it? There is a girl pinching 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 breathing. He quickly recited the name of the god he believed in in his heart. When he was frightened, he noticed a meaningful smile on Mr. Z's face. The leader immediately understood and a blood color appeared on his face. He quickly took out all the valuable things on his body, and dictated an unknown account and password, which added up to another thousand pounds.

Mr. Z accepted everything, and his expression looked much better.

The boss's heart suddenly settled down. The money was not his anyway, so he didn't feel sorry for him, and 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 all carelessness, and there are even bigger and more gifts behind. Please move to the third floor."

The human spirit Mr. Z immediately understood what the other party meant, followed him to the third floor with great anticipation, opened the door, and saw dozens of girls dressed in different styles, young and delicate. Mr. Z's smile became perfunctory again, not the real money and valuable items he wanted, but the vulgar human trafficking. The biggest one looked like he could not see his shoulders, and everyone was shaking with the cloth pieces on everyone's body.

All the servants behind him were silent, as if dead.

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

The leader was stunned for a moment: "Ah? Lord Z, these are all our sincerity. As long as we keep working together, in the future..."

"That's nothing."

Mr. Z breathed a sigh of relief.

The building turned into a sea of ​​flesh and blood in an instant. The leader was the first to be swallowed up, and it was completely dissolved without even making any sound. The sea of ​​blood whizzed down the steps and even the gaps between the walls, and in a blink of an eye, he ate all the dozens of little brothers on standby downstairs. They all held on for about eight seconds, screaming two times in total, and no one escaped.

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

"Miss Maria!"

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

When the girls who were so frightened that they almost fainted, they immediately felt like they had found their backbone when they saw her. More than ten girls rushed over without caring about Mr. Z, who had killed more than 20 people in a blink of an eye, rushed to the corner of the wall, rushed to Maria, hugged her arm and cried heartbrokenly, crying in a mess of the torture they suffered, their companions who had not been able to hold on to their present, and their friends who had no idea where they were sent.

Maria comforted them, her heart was bleeding. She took off her cloak, coat, her sweater, and only a white shirt left, and draped them on her girls. Damn Kaping, a damn human trafficker, in the cold October weather, she actually made these children dress so thin!

A few minutes later, Mr. Z tried hard to squeeze back to Maria, and he raised his voice by an octave, which overwhelmed the girls' crying.

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

"Okay!" Maria took the time to answer him, helped up the girls who were crying and about to faint, and led them down the stairs.

Mr. Z asked a waiter to leave from the secret passage and go to the nearby stronghold to ask for some supplies to settle the girls.

He took out an account and contract worth 10,000 pounds from his windbreaker bag, looked and touched. Thinking of his merits, thinking of the outstanding employees this month, thinking of his surely being able to hold A's head this time - A! Working hard also requires a brain! Even if you are in the workhouse for half a month, can you compare to the 10,000 pounds I contributed to Aurora? Mr. Z's face smiled and reluctantly took it away after a long time.

TBC

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Mr. Z: I didn’t expect that I am now a partner of justice!

I really can't write down the chapter title!!(*﹃｀*)

Why? Because my article is not a single protagonist, but is multi-line parallel, and each chapter has several subsections, so it is difficult to describe what this chapter is written with a title. So after listening to the suggestions, I decided to add a title to important time points to facilitate searching... clang clang clang clang clang! Please read!

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Chapter completed!