Lynard did not pick up the envelope, and his indifferent eyes did not even move, observing the rooster on the table.

"Take it as a reserve fund. If you have time, go to the telegraph office to get a phone line. We need to expand our customer base."

He took a piece of paper towel, carefully wrapped it around the cock's hardened feet, and carried it to his bedroom.

"If you have time, call me a craftsman who can do construction work. Also, help me buy a set of dissecting knives, flasks, alcohol lamps and other things. I will make a detailed list for you later."

He walked into the bedroom, walked out of the door again, pulled out a piece of unused white paper, scribbled down his needs, and handed it to the silent Althea.

He slipped the pen into his shirt pocket and stared into her green eyes.

"Is there a problem?"

"No."

After a brief conversation, the two parted ways and went about their own business.

Even though it was his first day at work, Althea seemed to have known Linnard for a long time and could understand the other person's intentions with only a rough communication.

Her work efficiency is very fast, which is consistent with her vigorous and resolute temperament.

As evening just fell, there was a shiny black big-head telephone in the detective agency's living room.

The floor was filled with miscellaneous goods, most of which were stored in sturdy wooden boxes. A small pile of scalpels that had been pulled out from a corner were shining brightly, and did not look like items purchased through formal channels.

Lynard walked out of the bedroom where he had been for several hours. His clothes were messy and he looked a little haggard.

There was a hint of tiredness in his pupils, and he looked with satisfaction at the living room that had been cleaned up by Althea.

"Yes, you did a good job." He praised Olseya's ability to do things, carefully moved the pile of supplies on the floor to his room one by one, and then said: "Contact some newspapers and publish our detective agency.

The advertisement focuses on being good at dealing with weird events."

The girl's slender neck shook, and she said in a rational and cold tone: "We don't have enough funds. After hiring an architect to come to the house tomorrow and buying a phone and tools, we only have 23 lire left, and the cheapest newspaper requires more than 50 lire."

of advertising fees.”

This afternoon, she finished all the chores assigned by Linnard, and also cleaned her own place to ensure that she could sleep tonight.

It is worth mentioning that she easily changed the lock cylinder in her room.

Linard didn't say much, took out the leather wallet he carried with him, and handed the girl a 500-lire note.

This wiped out all the cash he had on him.

But these were all earned by my predecessor, so I don’t feel much pain when spending them.

"Change clothes, we need to go out."

He pulled on his coat. Since he had already changed his travel clothes in the morning, he just wanted the girl to get ready.

"No need." She shook her head: "I haven't had time to buy it yet, that's it, I'm used to it."

"where are we going?"

This is one of the few questioning stages for Althea.

After Linard and her left the detective agency, he thought of the map of Lanzas in his mind and answered:

"After my research, I determined that the rooster was the key to the whole thing."

It had just fallen at night and the kerosene lamps on the street had not yet been lit. The pedestrians coming and going ranged from polite gentlemen to workers smelling of sweat.

The two of them walked on the retro stone-paved streets, walking vigorously through the remote alleys.

"The difference from Buck's description is that this rooster was obviously killed by external force. The cause of death was not a disembowelment. Through investigation, I determined that it was strangled by someone who strangled its neck and suffocated to death."

There are one or two gang members with fierce faces squatting in the dark and cold alleys. They are the rats in this city. After nightfall, they take over the places where the kerosene lamp cannot shine.

Around them, there were coquettish women, beggars in rags, and children in their tender years.

Noting that the two men were dressed very differently from the slums, these strong men with tattoos on their arms and faces showed wary hostility.

There was also a thorn in the side of lust, and his eyes couldn't stop wandering on the pretty and cold-faced Althea, secretly wondering whether these two people were from the upper class looking for fun.

While Linard was explaining, he slightly lifted up his coat, revealing a ferocious and ferocious pistol on the exposed belt.

That pistol cannot be described by common sense. It is almost longer than an adult's forearm. The barrel is as black as a baby's fist. You can even imagine that the bullets it fires can easily kill several blind bastards.

His head was covered in red and white.

What is incomprehensible is how he hid this terrifying pistol under his coat.

The gangsters whistled and looked away peacefully, while the leader shot a fierce and sinister look at Linnard, warning him not to cause trouble in his own territory.

Lynard turned a blind eye to all this, and after seeing the deterrent effect, he pulled up his coat to cover the pistol.

The two walked through these alleys as fast as possible, almost crossing half of the city, and arrived near the street where Buck lived.

"Oddly enough, I couldn't find any signs of human intervention on the rooster's exterior.

In other words, even though it looks like someone's neck was broken.

In fact, it seems that after it didn't want to live, it forcibly controlled its neck to rotate 360 ​​degrees and broke its own neck."

He continued to explain to Althea. At this moment, the two of them had left the streets where middle- and lower-class citizens lived, and came to the bottom of this paradise city - the slums.

There is filth everywhere, both from animals and humans.

Homeless children are wandering around in groups, and every household has food. Most of them are people who lost their jobs in the last industrial boom.

Since they couldn't compete with machines, they couldn't even sell their labor, so they had to rely on the women at home to work in factories to control textile machines to make ends meet.

The wizard who introduced Buck to buy the rooster lived nearby.

"Good evening, you two."

An old man in civilian clothes with gray hair and beard and a kind face came up to the two of them and greeted them in a friendly tone.

Behind him stood a dirty little girl.

"The arm that holds the scriptures year after year, the pious and honest eyes, is not a beggar, but a missionary."

Linard glanced at the old man and the child and came to a conclusion.
Chapter completed!