Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 353: Adults, Times Have Changed (4.3K)

On the outskirts of the East District, Honest Man Street.

While Ron was attending the aristocratic banquet and causing the girls to be jealous, our Mr. Fool was standing alone and wandering in the cold autumn wind.

Aqiu~
Klein sneezed and tightened his dark woolen windbreaker. He couldn't help but sigh that Backlund was really cool in late October.

It was so cool that the cold wind penetrated into the bones.

He took out his pocket watch, opened it and took a look under the elegant gas street lamp, and found that it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

"What kind of work schedule is this? Why does the steel mill supervisor come every night to count the accounts, sign documents, and check the work?"

The great detective couldn't help but complain aloud as he pulled the corner of his mouth. This information was also told to him by Old Kohler, who said he heard it from a former employee here when he was working at the dock.

Morandi Steel Company, Desmond Steel Company, and the Honest Man Steel Company in front of them are three small factories in the East District that are not owned by the Loen royal family.

However, based on the information obtained by Old Kohler, as well as its own visits and divination above the gray fog, Morandi Steel Company confirmed that it was indeed related to the Rogge Party that had become famous in the East District in recent months.

Therefore, even though he knew that the other party might be hiding something fishy, ​​Klein immediately passed him over.

Since Ron said there was danger, he naturally wouldn't go up there.

As for the remaining two steel companies that were about to go bankrupt, Klein did not find out any valuable information, so he picked a name that looked pleasing to the eye. After divination above the gray fog to determine that there was no danger, he planned to come here openly to check it out.

"Hmph, Honest Steel Company, let me see whether you are honest or not!"

Putting away his pocket watch and straightening his hat, Klein saw a private carriage entering the factory without any hindrance. He followed it without hesitation.

In fact, logically speaking, producing bicycles does not require a lot of effort to start with raw materials. After all, signing a supply agreement with those steel factories is a more convenient and cost-effective way.

Klein once asked Ron about this question, but the kid didn't answer him directly. Instead, he looked at him with disdain and said, "Is it your business if I have money?"
Klein expressed his understanding of this. Doesn't it mean that if you have money you can do whatever you want?
As to why the great detective was so busy with this matter, it was because of poverty. He had now digested the magic potion of the "Magician", and now the most important thing was to find the main material of the "Faceless Man" in order to get a promotion.

The corresponding extraordinary materials of Sequence 6 are basically more than 1500 pounds, and two pieces cost a total of 3000 pounds, and they are often out of stock.

But by coincidence, Klein knew that Ron had it!

Because he was the one who dealt with "Vice Admiral Hurricane" Qilingos, and Qilingos's magical item "Creeping Hunger" has the ability to change one's appearance. This is why Klein did not purchase the main material at the Tarot Club.

Ron promised that as long as he did the job well, he could choose between money and materials, which was a full three thousand pounds, and all he needed to do was a simple investigation task.

Tsk, I always feel like there's something fishy going on here.
Klein complained in his heart and was about to step into the gate of the Honest Man Steel Factory when he was suddenly stopped by several security guards patrolling the gate.

"No outsiders allowed to enter, this is a private factory!"

The security is really tight. Didn't they say they were going to go bankrupt? How could they afford to hire so many security personnel?
The great detective paused and took a look inside the gate. Through the light of the gas lamps in the factory, he discovered that there were several security personnel patrolling inside. From his professional point of view, these people were in good physical condition and they were obviously from a professional security company.

"It's like this. I'm a professional intermediary. I've been asked by someone to find out the specific situation of the Honest Man Steel Plant. Someone wants to acquire this company."

"To be honest, I waited here for quite a while before I saw a private carriage go in. That should be your boss, right?"

Klein did not use the identity of a private detective because he could not guarantee that the other party would not think that he was sent by a hostile company to collect dirty information about Honest Steel Company.

After hearing the "agent's" explanation and taking a look at his relatively decent clothes and not-so-strong physique, the leading security officer clearly relaxed his guard.

"I see. I didn't expect someone would be interested in this bankrupt company. Wait a moment. I'll have someone notify Supervisor Gavin."

"Mance, go ahead and hurry up!"

The security captain didn't even look at him. He waved to the team members behind him. After the team members left, he did not chat with Klein. Instead, he stared at Klein very professionally, while being alert to any suspicious people who might appear around him.

This is much more professional than Blackthorn Security Company.
Laughing at himself in his heart, Klein realized that something was a little unusual because these were clearly not the security forces a steel plant should have.

"Uh, Director Gavin? What about the boss here?"

Seizing the opportunity, Klein asked with pretended hesitation.

"Oh, I don't know who the boss here is. We are all employed by Mr. Gavin to protect his safety from 6 to 11 every night."

It seemed that he was a little bored standing there, or perhaps he had similar doubts in his mind, so the security captain did not refuse to answer Klein's question.

Could it be that the boss here offended someone, so he ran away, leaving only the poor little supervisor to work hard here, and in order to avoid retaliation, he hired so many security personnel.
His mind was wandering without limit, and before Klein could finish his guess, the security guard who had gone to report earlier ran over and waved to Klein who was waiting there.

"The supervisor asked you to come in!"

"it is good."

After giving a simple reply, Klein still selectively believed the divination above the gray fog. His brown eyes kept observing the surrounding geographical environment to prevent any danger from quietly approaching without any way to retreat.

Following the light of the gas lamp, he walked along the loose gravel path, breathing in the pungent and choking smell of coke and smelted metal. Klein almost couldn't catch his breath.

The environment was so bad before he even entered the actual working area that he couldn't imagine how the steel workers worked in such conditions.

After entering the five-story factory and walking up the metal stairs, the security guard led him to the door of an office and motioned for Klein to push the door open and enter.

“You want to buy this company!?”

As soon as the door was opened, a man in his fifties with gray hair, medium build, wearing a white shirt and overalls stood up under the bright gas lamp.

His voice was hoarse, but it was unclear due to his slightly anxious speaking speed.

"No, sir, I'm not the one who wants to buy it. I'm just an intermediary. You can call me Charles." Klein took off his hat, bowed, and gave a fake name.

"You can be an agent, Mr. Charles. Since you are a professional agent, I won't waste my words."

"You should know that this company is about to go bankrupt. That son of a bitch boss mortgaged his shares to the bank in advance, borrowed a huge sum of money in the name of the company, and then ran away with the money with his wife's sister, leaving me and all the workers in the steel plant with this mess!"

"I don't want to hide anything from you. Our capital chain has been broken. All the orders that had been booked have been unilaterally cancelled. Moreover, we are unable to repay the bank loan. If the financial sponsor behind you is willing to buy it, it will only cost 28000 pounds, including the shares I hold!"

Seeing that Mr. Charles across from him did not express any opinion, the factory manager immediately added:

"Mr. Charles, you should be able to hear my sincerity. 28000 pounds is not expensive for a steel plant, and I have to use a large part of it to repay the bank loan."

Humph, a lying honest man. The steel company does not look as honest as its name suggests. Let’s not talk about whether your boss has absconded with the money. Almost half of what you just said are lies. Your acting is too good.
Klein, who had activated his clairvoyance as soon as he entered the door, remained silent. He felt that the sign of "honest man" did not mean that the company was honest, but that they specifically defrauded honest people like him.

"Well, Mr. Supervisor, I'm a job agent. I must understand the situation here in detail before I can make a conclusion. There is one thing I'm very curious about, which is why you secretly come here to work at night, and bring so many security personnel with you."

"I don't think that just because Honest Steel owes money to the bank, the bank will bribe the gangsters to threaten your life so that you can pay back the money as soon as possible. What are you guarding against? I have to figure this out for my employer!"

This was a question that Klein had when he got the information from Old Kohler. However, after coming here and seeing the security guards who he didn't know who they were guarding against, his doubts in this regard increased.

How could a middle-class person with a small amount of assets act like he was being hunted by someone?

As expected by the great detective, as soon as he said this, he saw the factory manager slumped on the sofa with a grim look on his face.

The bright gas wall lamp kept flickering, and the office fell into silence.

"Ah~ You are very professional and sharp. If you hadn't said you were an agent, I would have even suspected that you were a private detective."

After a long moment, the supervisor sighed, and the emotions in Klein's spiritual vision gradually changed, showing a frank and honest tone.

"Oh, it's not important. Mr. Gale, you'd better tell me the truth. You should know that only honesty can solve the problem!"

The great detective Sherlock Moriarty laughed awkwardly and said some useless nonsense.

"In fact, the boss of this factory did not run away, but died. The autopsy report issued by the police was suicide."

"The dagger pierced the throat from the back of the neck. They said it was suicide. Do you believe it, Mr. Charles?"

"That son of a bitch transferred the money to someone else before he died, leaving me with this mess. Fuck him!"

Suicide by seven bullets in the back?
Klein was a little stunned, and finally understood why the supervisor was unwilling to tell the truth.

The other party's actions are so obvious, isn't that telling others that this steel plant has been targeted and anyone who dares to move will be killed?

Moreover, the person behind this act was quite skillful, and there was no factor involving any supernatural powers, so this was just an ordinary case, and there was no possibility of further investigation by the Night Watcher, the Mechanical Heart, or the Punisher using supernatural powers.

It's a clever trick, just bribe the police. Three thousand pounds is really not easy to earn.
The great detective sighed in his heart, took out a pen and paper from his pocket, and wrote down everything that Supervisor Gale said, without any extra comments.

"Mr. Gale, please tell me more about the factory. I am just an intermediary and cannot make decisions on behalf of the employer."

Klein flipped through a few pages of his notebook and looked sincerely at the unfortunate supervisor. To be honest, if it was Klein who wanted to buy this factory, he would definitely turn around and leave, but who made him unable to make the decision now?
"Okay, okay, if it works, I will never forget your help, Mr. Charles."

Hearing Klein say this, the factory manager's eyes seemed to gradually light up. He hurriedly said several good things and tried to help him speak well of him in front of the financial sponsor.

In about 30 minutes, the supervisor who knew the factory very well introduced the situation, including the raw material supplier, the number of various smelting furnaces, the annual maintenance costs, the workers' salary levels, etc.
After recording these detailed information in a book in order to justify the £3000 reward, Klein immediately stood up, shook hands with the gentleman opposite him, and left the office.

Under the dim wall lamp, Klein walked down the creaking steel stairs and returned to the gravel path.

Hmm. It's very troublesome. To be honest, I quite like the name "honest man". It suits my temperament very well, but it definitely doesn't suit that little brat.
After silently complaining in his heart, Klein slapped his head as if he remembered something.

"Oops, I forgot to ask them the name of the boss who died of "suicide". If I knew it, maybe I could avoid some problems with his social relationships."

With a helpless sigh, Klein returned the same way and went up to the fifth floor via the steel stairs again, trying to find out more detailed information.

But at this moment, just as Klein was about to push open the wooden door, he smelled an extremely strong smell of blood.

The gurgling red water overflowed from the crack in the door and soon spread to the feet of the great detective. There was no need to push open the wooden door to check, as the "clown's" intuitive premonition had already presented a corresponding picture in his mind.

That was the security guard guarding outside the door. His head had been cut off, and it seemed as if endless blood was gushing out from his severed neck and flowing out through the gap.

The factory manager who had a flattering look on his face just now had a dagger pierced straight through his throat from the back of his neck and was no longer moving.

suicide!

Hey!
Klein cursed inwardly, and his intuitive premonition of the "Joker" appeared again. A flying knife came at him at a high speed, from back to front, and pierced his throat directly.

Without hesitation, he twisted his waist and swung his arms to dodge backwards, only to see that the dagger actually penetrated the wooden door and directly stuck into the office table.

At the same time, Klein also discovered where the enemy was. He saw a man in a black cloak nearly ten meters away across the corridor. He held a dagger in his hand and kept swinging it back and forth. When he saw Klein noticed him, he even licked it twice with his tongue.

"Oh, you're so perceptive, you've been discovered. Then go to hell!"

The man in black robe didn't hesitate. He pushed off the ground with his right foot and rushed towards Klein at an extremely fast speed, trying to use his dagger to quickly cut off the little bug that discovered his assassination attempt.

However, just a few meters after he started walking, he suddenly saw the powerless broker opposite him lift up his woolen windbreaker and pull out something that shone with metallic luster.

It was a loaded revolver!
Hey!
(End of this chapter)