Mystery: Big Alarm Clock Ghroth Path

Chapter 120 Clues to Human Trafficking

"You want more?"

Roger was also stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that in just three days, the "Eye of Wisdom" would bring up this matter again.

"Yes... a friend of mine was unfortunately contaminated during a mission, and I was forced to use that spell."

The Eye of Wisdom took a deep breath and continued:
"To my surprise, the spell worked amazingly well! My friend was back to normal almost instantly!
"God, I can't even imagine what would have happened to him without that thing."

Friend...are you a police officer?

Roger thought to himself that he knew very well the true identity of the "Eye of Wisdom".

After hearing the description of the "Eye of Wisdom", the other participants also began to discuss it in a low voice.

They naturally knew about the talisman that Roger brought last time and sold it for a high price of 1100 gold pounds, but they did not expect that the "Eye of Wisdom" would give feedback on its use so quickly.

In the eyes of these people, this old man should be stronger than most of the people present, and the fact that he could describe the effect of the "celestial" talisman in such an exaggerated tone showed that it was indeed amazingly effective.

Roger naturally saw this reaction and nodded.
"To be honest, I still have some, but not much left."

What he said was true. Last time he sold the amulet to the "Eye of Wisdom", and after returning home he prayed to Ghros again and made two new amulets.

Considering that he had to keep a talisman on his body for self-defense and leave one for Klein, there were only two talismans left to sell.

"How much do you have left? I want them all."

Hearing the words "Eye of Wisdom", everyone present took a deep breath again.

That's a talisman that costs 1100 gold pounds!

"So rich and powerful..."

Even Roger thought to himself that he even suspected that this purchase might not be the personal behavior of the "Eye of Wisdom".

However, he was not afraid that others would learn of Ghroth's existence through divination and reverse rituals.

After all, this big alarm clock is an existence that even the "Fallen Mother Goddess" fears, and ordinary extraordinary people cannot detect this level at all.

Even if they could barely detect it, they would instantly have a mental breakdown because of his "noise".

"I have two more, is that okay?"

Roger asked tentatively.

"Okay, give it all to me. It's still the same price as last time, right?"

"Eye of Wisdom" is very refreshing.

"Well, 2200 gold pounds will do."

Roger nodded, took out two "Sound of the Celestial Bodies" talismans, and exchanged them with the "Eye of Wisdom" for 2200 pounds in cash.

"...Roger makes money so easily. You really can't compare people."

Klein stared with his eyes wide open. He swallowed and recalled how he had worked day and night, risking all kinds of dangers, to earn 50 gold pounds.

"Oh right, Mr. Wisdom Eyes."

Roger spoke again:

“These charms can only be used to cleanse spiritual pollution, but please remember not to use them for other purposes.

"You should have discovered when you used this item that it works by generating high-frequency sound waves that can penetrate the human spirit. If this power is used inappropriately, you should be able to predict the consequences."

Roger did not forget to remind him that he was afraid that someone would use the talisman to commit suicide and cause unnecessary casualties.

"Of course, don't worry."

The Eye of Wisdom nodded.

In fact, since Roger had explained that the "Heavenly Body" spell had a certain probability of clearing out Sequence 4 level mental pollution, he wouldn't dare to make any risky attempts against this mysterious spell even if he had a hundred guts.

Afterwards, everyone had another conversation. Roger confirmed the various details of the bone recovery potion with the "pharmacist" before leaving with Klein and taking a rented carriage back to their home at 15 Minsk Street.

The next morning, Klein went out to accompany Mike Joseph to investigate the workplace of the fallen person, while Roger went straight to Backlund Medical College Hospital.

Since Roger did not have any rehearsal plans at DeWork Music Company, he naturally could not bring food to Alice in the company cafeteria.

However, this was exactly what he wanted - on the way, Roger bought a small bowl of sweet and sour lemon stewed eel and packed a portion of Fenaport noodles.

The reason why I changed the taste for Alice is because the sweet and sour taste can just cover the taste of the bone recovery potion.

Yes, Roger drugged Alice—for her own health, of course.

After all, based on Alice's previous personality, she would most likely not rashly take unknown medicine given by a person of the opposite sex whom she had only met twice.

Soon, Roger arrived at Ward 2 of the orthopedics department and knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

Alice's voice came from inside, and Roger pushed the door open and walked in.

"Benelu!"

Unlike the last time she met Roger, when she was still a little reserved, Alice was obviously much more relaxed this time.

She showed surprise, got out of bed enthusiastically and took the food Roger brought with one hand.

"You look better."

Roger greeted her with a smile. Alice in front of him looked much better than last time in both mood and physical condition.

"Yes, maybe it's because I haven't thought about anything these past two days. I've been eating and sleeping, and I've gained some weight."

Alice agreed with Roger's statement, and then said:

"Of course, if you don't consider the poor quality of the hospital's catering..."

"So I brought you some delicious food this time... I don't know if you like anything else besides eel soup and Fenepot noodles, but I still took the initiative to make some."

Roger smiled and pointed at the sweet and sour fish soup. "This is a sweet and sour eel soup. It has lemon and some herbs that are said to be both nutritious and good for strengthening bones and muscles."

He temporarily borrowed the concept of medicine and food having the same origin in Chinese culture and came up with a set of rhetoric.

"A herb that can be used as both a food and a tonic? What is that?"

Alice was obviously quite surprised by this statement.

"That's what they say on the other side of the ocean... Simply put, it can help the body recover."

Roger spoke nonsense, feeling a little guilty.

Fortunately, Alice didn't take it seriously, apparently because of the foreshadowing from last time.

"Thank you. I hope you can get better soon with your good wishes."

She looked down at her arm, which was bandaged and casted.

"But no matter what, I won't be able to catch that performance."

In Alice's opinion, there is only about a week left before the royal performance. Even if she has a good rest, it is unlikely that she will recover to the level where she can perform on stage before the performance.

"You have to believe in your luck."

Roger made a fist-clenching gesture, encouragingly. He then chatted with Alice about family matters for a while. Alice seemed to have been suffocated in the hospital and was obviously talking a lot more. She even told Roger about Lampard's death in early July of this year.

Roger naturally comforted her, but at the same time he was a little surprised. He didn't expect the other party to spit out so much information so quickly.

But on second thought, it was normal. After all, this girl was alone in Backlund, without any relatives or friends. She finally had a friend from the same area, so naturally she would talk to her more.

Finally, Roger said goodbye to Alice and left the hospital on the pretext that he had something else to do in the afternoon.

After all, if Alice continued to chatter like this, without even wanting to eat, the main purpose of his visit would be defeated...

19 Hope Road, Cherwood.

Klein stood in the Golden Rose, the best legal prostitution venue in Cherwood District, and looked at the beautiful women coming and going around him with some annoyance.

"This Mike said he was here to investigate Xibel's relationships, but how did he fall for it first?"

Not long ago, Mike Joseph, a reporter for the Daily Observer, Klein's employer and friend, asked him to come here to investigate a 16-year-old serial killer victim... and then he disappeared.

Just as Klein was hesitating whether to leave alone, Mike appeared again:
"too expensive……"

Klein's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but criticize Mike's real purpose for coming here.

"But the girl does know Sibel."

Mike finally got back to the point: "But it seems that because the boss here forbids discussing the murder of Sibel, she is not willing to say too much."

"So what do you want to do now?" Klein sighed.

"It's simple. I'll go directly to their boss."

Mike laughed and walked towards the charming lady with heavy makeup sitting on the sofa in the corner of the ballroom.

That is Ms. Lopez, the owner of "Golden Rose".

"Hello, sir, I'm Lopez, the boss here. Which girl do you like?"

Lopez asked in a rather frivolous manner.

"Ms. Lopez, I have a soft spot for you."

Mike blinked.

This action made Klein feel a chill again. Fortunately, Lopez shook his head and rejected Mike's "invitation" due to feeling unwell.

Seeing that there was no chance for a private conversation, Mike suddenly went crazy and took out his press card and revealed his identity.

Seeing this, Lopez immediately became alert and claimed that she had told everything to the police and that Sibel was a homeless child she adopted, and that she knew nothing.

She then called over her thugs, and Klein immediately stood in front of Michael Joseph, escorting him back to safety.

"It seems the clue is broken." Mike sighed.

"No, she's lying."

Klein corrected her, then used the micro-expressions and gestures he had just observed from Ms. Lopez to support his point in detail, leaving Mike stunned.

But these words rekindled Mike's hope, and he proposed to follow Ms. Lopez and asked Klein if he could provide protection.

"Of course, it costs extra money."

The great detective Sherlock Moriarty raised the corners of his mouth and took the opportunity to blackmail his employer again.

Klein then protected Mike and killed several bodyguards. The two then overheard Lopez's conversation and learned that she was trying to tell a man named Capin to stop sending anyone over recently.

This information gave Mike a new direction for investigation. Before more thugs arrived, Mike pulled Klein and fled.

After watching Mike get into the car, a middle-aged man wearing a black coat, with gray hair, blue eyes and a thin face suddenly emerged from the Golden Rose.

He walked straight to Klein and nodded at him.
"Hello, I'm Detective Eisinger Stanton, assisting the police on this case. Can we chat?"

"Is this what you saw me do just now?"

Klein remained calm as he began to reason internally.

On the other hand, the detective before him, Isengard Stanton, gave him a vague sense of familiarity, but Klein couldn't tell where he had seen him before.

Afterwards, Isengard took Klein to the carriage he hired and asked Klein to tell him what he had just seen and heard in exchange for 2 pounds.

Klein also learned that the man named "Kapin" was a wealthy man in Backlund. Rumor has it that he often kidnapped innocent girls from the local streets and sold them to places like the "Golden Rose".

But considering Roger had previously mentioned in "The Tarot Club" that he was investigating Backlund's human trafficking case, this information took on a different meaning to Klein...

He decided to return home early and tell Roger what he had learned indirectly, hoping that it would arouse the interest of his roommate.

Of course, he did not forget to visit Caspas at the Brave Bar along the way, hoping to see Maric again and place a new commission on the bodyguard.

Unfortunately, Kaspars told Klein that Maric had not shown up, so Klein had no choice but to turn around and take a carriage back to his home at 15 Minsk Street.

Just as Klein was taking out his key, the door suddenly opened from the inside.

"Huh? Bandit? You can open the door? How did you know it was me?"

Klein asked in surprise as he saw his tabby cat jump off the doorknob.

"I've learned it a long time ago. I can distinguish the sound of you taking out your keys."

Bandit seemed quite pleased with himself, winking at Klein in a very human way.

"Is Roger home?"

Klein asked as he took off his coat.

"I just got home. If you come back any later, you won't be able to catch the seafood dinner I bought."

Roger's voice came from the direction of the restaurant.

"seafood feast?"

Klein was stunned for a moment after hearing this. He quickly walked to the restaurant and saw Roger dismantling a giant lobster.

The former couldn't help but swallow and sat opposite Roger.

"It's already been disassembled, and there are crabs. It's over there, you can take it yourself."

Roger pointed to another bag.

Klein reacted immediately, took the crab, and started eating.

"By the way, Roger, I met a detective today when I was investigating the serial murder case."

He told Roger about his encounter with Isengard Stanton.

The latter listened quietly, but suddenly spoke out of the blue:
"From your description, I feel like this Detective Stanton looks a bit like someone."

"Who? Actually, I have the same feeling of déjà vu." Klein immediately became curious.

"Eye of Wisdom."

Roger put a mouthful of lobster meat into his mouth and answered vaguely.

　End of today.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)