As the sky gets darker, the street lights on both sides of the street light up one by one, reflecting the night scene on the street as if it were eight or nine o'clock in the evening, pieced together into a picture that is no different from the usual Backlund.

Holding the two 5 sole notes in his pocket, Klein followed Arthur Watson out of the restaurant called Golden Eel with a slightly dazed expression. Until the end of the commission, he still felt like he was in a dream.

feel.

Before arriving at the Golden Eel Restaurant at the agreed time, he had actually guessed what Alice's so-called "commissioned extra money" was, whether it was a friend she met at work during the day who needed to hire a detective to investigate something, such as looking for a pet.

, looking for evidence of extramarital affairs, etc., so it’s just convenient to bring it up during dinner...

But Klein didn't expect that the person who wanted to find the detective was the owner of the restaurant.

"Oh, you asked me how I met Mr. Hamilton, the owner of the Golden Eel Restaurant? In fact, I was just passing by at the time, and then I saw several carriages with police emblems rushing out of the street and directly in front of the restaurant.

It stopped outside. Then, a full seven or eight policemen got off the carriage, leaving two or three people on the roadside to maintain order. The rest walked into the restaurant, and escorted three people out before long. Mr. Hamilton

He just followed them, shouting that his employees were innocent. Of course, if shouting helped, he would not agree to my suggestion and invite a private investigator to come over and find out the facts."

Arthur Watson said that he just gave Hamilton's boss a chance to choose.

Klein subconsciously touched the commission money in his double-breasted dress again, wanting to express his thoughts, but he swallowed the words as he spoke.

This 10 sole income is naturally not a deposit, but the remuneration he deserves for successfully solving the case.

The case that occurred at the Golden Eel Restaurant was a violent incident caused by food poisoning. Now that the truth has been confirmed, there is no longer any doubt.

A pair of grandparents came to the restaurant to have a meal. This was supposed to be a wonderful time for them to enjoy the food together. Unfortunately, before the meal was half over, the old man foamed at the mouth and fell to the ground, and the young man was naturally the first

The restaurant manager was immediately called, and he was shocked and angry and accused that there was something wrong with the food.

The old man was quickly sent to a nearby hospital for rescue by the restaurant employees. It was said that he was out of danger and was not seriously injured. However, the young man among the grandparents insisted that it was someone from the restaurant who poisoned his grandfather. He even said it was a coincidence.

He recognized a chef who worked in the back kitchen and had a bad relationship with him, so he became more persistent in his idea and expressed that he would take the restaurant to court.

The prejudice and quarrel eventually turned into a fierce physical conflict. While the restaurant owner, Mr. Hamilton, was troubled by the impact of the violence, he was also worried that the reputation of his restaurant would be affected, so he hoped to exonerate the chef.

suspicion to prove the service quality of your restaurant.

Of course, the truth has been revealed through the "investigation" of a certain metaphysical detective.

Klein rubbed his forehead and sighed:

"In short, as long as Mr. Hamilton submits the drug packaging box that the grandfather and grandson left on the dining table to the police, it means that the old gentleman took the drug before the meal, and one of the active ingredients of the drug was mixed with the guests at the time of the incident.

The oyster soup ordered at that time had an adverse biochemical reaction between the two, which caused suspected food poisoning. The accusation of malicious poisoning by the employees of the Golden Eel Restaurant will no longer be established because of this evidence..."

"I knew you could solve the problem. That's a pretty good job, my good partner Sherlock."

At this time, Arthur Watson finally behaved like a real Watson, smiled and patted the detective on the shoulder to encourage him.

"Then I have to thank you for your professional advice on medical knowledge, Doctor Watson." Klein wanted to shrug, but finally gave up this ungentlemanly gesture, "Although it stands to reason that this kind of

It’s time that Holmes’s proficient chemical theory should help us solve the mystery behind this case... But it doesn’t matter, it’s just a small difference in details, don’t worry too much.”

In the end, they spent 10 minutes solving the case, and spent the next 30 minutes enjoying the restaurant's recommended dishes of the day. Arthur Watson's promised treat also fell through - because of Hamilton's enthusiastic and generous attitude.

With a wave of his hand, the husband saved them from paying for dinner.

"The eel in this restaurant is really good...but to be honest, as my assistant, are you not too active in participating in my detective work? Just today, it was a little bit like that

It's the same thing." Klein thought about tonight's income and food for a while, and casually chatted with the people around him to change his mood.

"Is that so? But I think you can do it well on your own, so you don't necessarily need my participation, right?" the handsome doctor played by Alice replied equally casually, "And again, you don't give me any help.

I pay the salary, and there is no employment contract signed between us. I think it should be normal to maintain a nominal status of non-participation."

Probably thinking of the 1,200 pounds that she was about to remit to him, Klein didn't know where he got the courage to say bluntly:

"But Holmes doesn't seem to pay Watson a salary, right? Besides, our daily expenses are almost all calculated together now, so maybe we don't need to be too entangled in money issues..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw the green eyes that were exactly the same as Alice's turning towards him with a smile:

"Even biological brothers from the same father and mother should settle their accounts carefully, let alone us...Okay, I remember I have 50 pounds with you? Bring it."

"I -" Klein was speechless. It took him a while to regain his language skills. He lowered his head and nodded almost invisibly, "I want to say that what I just meant was really not about the money... Go home first.

I’ll give it to you when we get home!”

What does it look like for two grown men to conduct money transactions on the street, and then walk side by side to a house? If a neighbor sees it, Sherlock Moriarty's reputation will be in danger...

The Golden Eel Restaurant is in another block not far from Minsk Street. You can complete the round trip within thirty minutes on foot. There is still a chance that such an accident may occur!

Not long after, the two returned to the rented townhouse in the atmosphere of a walk after dinner.

While his cohabitant turned on the lights, Klein opened his pocket watch and checked the time. Seeing that there was still more than an hour before seven o'clock when he was scheduled to go out, he counted out five 10-pound notes from his wallet and handed them to her.

Confirmed:

"Well, the hair growth potion, and the magic protection..."

Hearing this, she stuffed the money and took out two things from her coat pocket and threw them away.

"Here."

With the help of the physical coordination ability of the "Joker" potion, Klein stopped making jokes and held the reagent bottle containing the light pink potion and an amulet-like ornament firmly in the palm of his hand.

Arthur Watson briefly introduced to him the usage and precautions of the two items, and then went straight to the second floor on the pretext of preparing for tomorrow night's social activities, and closed the bedroom door early, as if he would stay there all night

They won't go out again.

So Klein also focused on his own problem. He walked into the bathroom on the first floor with the pink bottle of hair growth potion that was too suspicious to be used to grow hair. It took him more than half an hour to finally fix the problem on his face.

Beard styling.

After making these preliminary preparations, he hurriedly packed up his props and rushed to the "Brave Bar" on Iron Gate Street to continue today's contact attempts - whether it was a secret gathering attended by extraordinary people or those willing to accept employment.

Powerful bodyguards are all the help he hopes to get.

In fact, his continuous and frequent appearances and his suspected search for extraordinary power have attracted the attention of the bar operator.

After paying an "introduction fee" of 2 pounds, Klein finally got what he wanted, and walked into the venue where the Extraordinary gathering was held under the cover of a hooded robe and an iron mask.

It is extremely regrettable that, seemingly affected by the recent series of vicious incidents involving the "Crossroad Demon", extraordinary official forces including the three Orthodox Churches and the Kingdom's military have stepped up their daily inspections, resulting in the failure of this gathering.

There were only five or six participants, which greatly disappointed Klein, who came with high expectations.

There are no powerful enough magical items on sale. As for the method that can help him survive Sequence 6 or even Sequence 5 Beyonders... According to the original words of a fat man who is suspected of being a "pharmacist", Klein

You should immediately apologize to the other party or run away to a place where no one can find you. Otherwise, you might as well sit at home and wait to die.

Although he knew that the fat pharmacist made such a straightforward suggestion out of good intentions, Klein still felt that this man must have offended many people with his ability.

After all, he sold Meursault's "Hunter" trait, got 400 pounds in cash, and successfully blended into Backlund's local circle of Beyonders...

Klein comforted himself in this way. After confirming that there was no sign of anyone following him after leaving the secret party, he took the return subway and returned to No. 15 Minsk Street.

After arranging the future itinerary, the lights in the house were turned off one after another, and they fell into a peaceful sleep at night.

…………

The same Monday night, the same Backlund, an abandoned factory somewhere in the East District.

Different from the gatherings held near the "Brave Bar", the hunters living in the dark jungle of the city will never forget their vigilance, nor will they be careless about the prey that may be reversed at any time. The identity of the hunter will always be unknown.

Consistently rush to every opportunity.

This is the law of the jungle that the extraordinary people living in the East District and the underground world will abide by tacitly.

However, tonight is destined not to be a peaceful night.

When the people guarding the abandoned factory realized something was wrong, it was already too late.

The jungle, lit by fire.

The fierce fire swallowed up all the darkness and evil, including of course the entire black market that had been rooted in the East District for a long time.

The sun still rose the next morning, and the haze in Backlund blocked the light as usual.

The fire that had been burning all night was finally put out, and the people waiting outside the abandoned factory were finally able to step into the charred hell. All of them, with their faces as pale as paper, realized a strange and terrifying fact.

None of the people who participated in the black market transactions that night survived, and the dead who perished in the flames even included a Sequence 5 expert who was responsible for managing the order of the black market, and a Sequence 6 Extraordinary who served as his deputy!
Chapter completed!