Mystery: Big Alarm Clock Ghroth Path

Chapter 100: Arms Dealer Roger
After exiting Dream Divination, Klein looked at the three strange men in black coats in the bedroom.

Previously, Klein used the "Sleeping Spell" he made to control them and make them fall into a dream.

At this moment, Klein once again used "psychic communication" to invade the mind of one of the men and confirmed that these people were from the Zmanger Party.

The name of this organization, "Zmanger", corresponds to "warrior" in the plateau language, and generally sounds like a gang or society. These people were driven by Meursault, an "executioner" of the organization, to ambush Ian at Detective Zreal's house.

After confirming that these people knew no other information, Klein performed a clown's unique courtesy on them, eliminated all traces of the scene, and cleverly left the room using his own abilities. Then, with the help of some small "tricks," he transformed it into a secret room again.

In this way, the three men in black will not know that someone has been there when they wake up, and naturally they will not take any corresponding measures.

After Klein left, he didn't rush back to Minsk Street to find Roger.

He deliberately took a few detours on the road, and then went to another "hideout" he had prepared in advance on Black Palm Street in the East District.

Klein rented this small one-bedroom house for safety reasons. Although the conditions were not as good as his official residence at 15 Minsk Street, it was a good alternative to avoid being followed and to hide himself.

Klein took a two-hour nap and regained some of his spiritual strength. Then, through divination, he found Detective Zreal's body in a sewer.

But this time, when he tried to communicate with the spirit, he did not summon Zreal's spirit.

This meant that Zreal's spirit had been professionally treated by a Beyonder, which immediately made him feel that Ian's commission was rather tricky.

After leaving the sewer, Klein took several detours before returning to 15 Minsk Street in the early morning.

As soon as he got home, he met Roger who had just gotten up, washed up, and was making breakfast for himself.

"Hey, Mr. Detective, you're back."

Roger deliberately joked as he pounded a new fried egg into the pan and added two sausages as a breakfast supplement for Klein.

Soon, he placed two plates of food on the table, including one for Klein.

"My cooking skills are not as good as yours, so I'll just have to make do with it."

Roger sat down casually and took a sip of hot milk. Only then did he notice that Klein was still lost in thought, his expression quite serious.

"What's wrong?" Roger put down the cup and asked with concern.

"Yesterday I received a commission from a young man named Ian. His detective employer mysteriously disappeared."

Crane recounted what happened earlier: "Then I found the body of my employer in the sewer, and now I'm trying to figure out what to do with it."

"Detective employer?"

Roger lowered his head and thought for a moment, recalling many things.

This was probably done by the subordinates of Backlund, the Intis Republic's ambassador to the Backlund Kingdom.

That ambassador was Intis's intelligence chief in Loen, a "Hunter" Path Sequence 6 "conspirator," who had long been spying on Loen's various intelligence and research results, and had done many bad things.

Because Ian accidentally obtained a valuable scientific research manuscript, which aroused Baker's interest, he sent his men to track down and killed Ian's employer, Detective Zreal, during the process.

"Well, wait a moment."

Roger swallowed the half sausage in his mouth, stood up and went upstairs, and when he came back he was holding a handbag in his hand.

"what is this?"

Klein looked at Roger with some curiosity.

The next second, Roger unfastened the clasp of the bag.

"So many guns and ammunition...are you going to open an arms shop???"

Klein blurted out as he looked at the briefcase that contained five standard pistols of various types, bullets of corresponding calibers, and gun pouches.

"Well, I asked someone from the Aurora Society to buy it for me. It cost me a fortune."

Roger sighed and said, "But they are indeed very efficient... Because if you want to be a detective, you will definitely need to use a gun.

"However, you are no longer an official Beyonder, and you don't have the qualifications to use all types of firearms. You won't be able to get any good goods through the usual concealed firearm purchasing channels.

"Plus, I personally have a need for it, so I bought it for both of us."

Klein picked up a revolver that was very similar to the one he had used when he was working in the Nighthawks. He fiddled with it very skillfully and nodded with satisfaction.

I have to say that Roger's actions really hit the mark.

Klein had been considering this matter before, but he didn't expect that his roommate had already secretly settled everything.

Klein was in a good mood. He quickly finished the breakfast Roger had prepared and then went to wash the dishes.

Just as he was about to take a short break, the door of No. 15 Minsk Street was knocked again.

Klein went over and opened the door, only to find that it was his customer, Ian, standing outside.

The teenager claimed that he was passing by and came to ask about the commission.

"Detective Zreal is dead. I suggest you call the police."

Ian was shocked when he heard this: "Dead?"

"Yes, this matter is quite complicated. I can take you to find his body, but you must not tell the police about my existence afterwards."

Klein didn't want the police to notice him; after all, his identity was too sensitive.

"Okay." Ian was very straightforward. He knew that many detectives didn't want to have too much interaction with the police, which was normal.

"wait a minutes."

Crane closed the door temporarily, returned home and tucked a revolver Roger had given him under his arm before setting off with Ian.

This gave him a full sense of security.

Roger watched Klein's back as he left, lowered his head and thought for a while, then put on his newly bought formal suit, tied a bow tie, and walked out with his cane.

……

Forty minutes later, Hillston District.

Today was the day Roger had agreed to have his first audition with Mr. Jeffrey. He took a public carriage to arrive at the Dwork Music Company on time and followed the beautiful lady named Vivian at the front desk to the ballroom for the audition.

Jeffrey was already there, the showrunner talking to a woman in a long red dress.

The lady looked to be in her early 20s, with blonde hair and blue eyes. Her beautiful facial features were as ethereal as an elf.

"Mr. Jones, you're here."

Seeing Roger, Jeffrey immediately greeted him warmly, and then introduced Roger to the lady in red next to him.

“This is Miss Alice Yeaman, she is also your predecessor.

"This is Mr. Benelu Jones, from Tingen City, just like you."

"Although you are not going to be performing in the same play this time, you can still communicate more."

"Hello, Miss Alice."

Roger extended his hand to Alice, and Alice responded with a friendly smile.

But at the moment when the two shook hands, Roger intuitively felt something strange in his heart.

(End of this chapter)