Mystery: Big Alarm Clock Ghroth Path

Chapter 123 Fire Crow
The warehouse was dark without any lights on, and only the light coming in from the narrow windows high up allowed Williams to barely make out the road ahead.

He bent down and tiptoed around the piles of discarded wooden boxes, following closely in the footsteps of the thin young man.

Soon Williams saw the young man open a door at the back of the warehouse and walk out.

"not good."

His heart tightened, and he quickly stepped forward and, while the door was still open, he dangerously blocked it with his hand.

Williams took a quick look outside, making sure the young man had turned the corner in the distance before he let go of the door and let it click shut.

The process was very quick, and Williams roughly estimated that the other party should not be able to determine whether someone was following based on the length of time the door was closed.

This made him feel relieved and continued tracking.

Soon, he heard a man's hoarse voice.

“That idiot Baker is dead.

"That would be fine, but the military attaché who was supposed to replace him was also killed. This has caused great hardship for our Zmanger Party."

The Zmanger Party? A gang organized by people from the plateau in the East District?

Beckram should be the Intis ambassador who was just assassinated by the Aurora Society... What is the relationship between them?
Williams, who had been hanging around in the East District of Backlund for a long time, naturally knew about the Zmanger Party, but he had never imagined that they would collude with the Intis people.

According to this "mute voice", it was Baker's death that implicated the Zmanger Party.

"Don't worry, you still have us as your allies... After all, the Zmanger Party split from us in the beginning."

This time, a younger-sounding voice sounded, with an obvious smile in it.

The "hoarse voice" was silent for a while. He seemed to hear the solicitation in the young man's tone and then sighed.

"Tell me, what do you need us to do?"

The young man's voice sounded again:
"Very good. As we have said before, you need to start from the East End and try to incite the working class's dissatisfaction with minimum working hours and occupational diseases, and encourage them to take to the streets to protest.

"Of course, you don't have to worry about the police resorting to violence against them. They wouldn't dare to do so... In fact, according to what we've learned, many within the kingdom's upper echelons are also dissatisfied with air pollution, and they will definitely use this opportunity to achieve their own goals."

"What if I fail?"

The "hoarse voice" was silent for a while after hearing this, and then spoke again nervously.

"We won't fail. This time we have the support of a powerful person." The young man replied.

"How strong is the strong one?" asked the "hoarse voice".

"I'm not sure about the details, but he's probably not much worse than our vice president," the young man replied.

"Well, now that you say that, I'm relieved."

The "hoarse voice" who was obviously from the Zmanger Party spoke in a calmer tone.

Immediately, Williams heard footsteps approaching him again.

He immediately stepped back, opened the door, took a deep breath, and started running desperately back the way he came!

Within a few seconds, the sound of a door closing came from behind Williams!
"Who is it? Stop!!"

Williams immediately heard yelling and even the sound of gunfire coming from behind him.

"Shit!"

Williams looked horrified, and he narrowly avoided a missed bullet by lowering his head.

However, just as he was about to turn right, he suddenly saw a strange scene.

It was a "crow" emitting a fiery red light, which landed lightly on his escape route.

The next second, the flaming crow suddenly exploded!
The shock wave caused by the violent explosion knocked Williams in the opposite direction, and the scorching heat almost singed his hair and eyebrows.

"what is this?"

Williams felt like he had hit a wall. He never expected that the other party would use such a strange ability!
"Could it be... a Beyonder?"

As an intelligence dealer who had been involved in the underground society for a long time, Williams had naturally heard of the existence of extraordinary people.

He had tried to become one of them, but he could never save enough money to buy the expensive potion formula.

Williams tried hard to suppress the pain and tried to stand up, but he saw the scene he least wanted to see.

He saw another flaming crow lightly landing on the ground in front of him.

The crow raised its head, glanced at Williams, and gently fluttered its wings.

"Boom!"

Williams didn't have time to react before he was engulfed by the scorching heat wave...

……

After 3 hours.

With his hat lowered and his coat collar pulled up, Hugh Dilcha put his hands in his pockets and came to the warehouse where thick smoke was emitting.

An hour ago, a common informant she and Williams knew told her that Williams might have been in trouble in the East District, so she hurried over.

Xio bit his lip, broke through the police cordon, and rushed to the warehouse door.

As a result, she just happened to see a charred corpse being carried out of the warehouse.

"Williams..."

By the boots, Xio immediately recognized that this was her good friend.

She really couldn't understand why Williams would die just by tracking and investigating an ordinary-looking young man?

"Could it be a Beyonder?"

This guess quickly emerged in Xio's mind. Seeing Xio rushing over, a policeman immediately stopped her:
"What do you do?"

Hugh tried to stand on tiptoe, turned sideways and took another look at the body belonging to Williams.

"Sorry, I got the wrong guy. My brother works nearby and I thought he had an accident."

This didn't sound very convincing at first, but the police nodded in confusion, as if he was convinced by Xio's statement.

"Ok."

Xio turned around and quickly left the scene, but tears were welling up in her eyes.

"We must avenge Williams..."

She pondered in her heart, and then said:
“It is also necessary to tell Miss Hall about this matter. After all, this is her commission, and she needs to bear certain responsibilities for it.

"If she could mobilize her own power to find the person who killed Williams..."

Xio gritted his teeth, lowered the brim of his hat again, and quickly stepped into a dark, deserted alley.

……

Around seven in the evening, Klein's figure was quickly sketched out in Roger's studio.

"Huh... Melissa almost found out."

Klein breathed a sigh of relief. He had just been wearing a mask and blending into the circus parade when he saw Benson and Melissa with him across the street.

This fulfilled one of his greatest wishes.

"All that remains is to capture Ince Zangwill..."

He muttered to himself, took off "Benjamin's gloves", took out the "Traveler's dice", placed them on the table, and then turned to leave Roger's workshop.

However, at this moment, an illusory voice of prayer came to Klein's ears.

This made Klein slightly stunned. He frowned and quickly glanced at Roger's mess of herbs, essential oils, and extraordinary items, and immediately decided not to perform the "lucky change ceremony" here.

He opened the door and went straight to his own bathroom downstairs, then took four steps back and came to the top of the gray fog.

"It's Miss Justice..."

At this moment, the crimson star representing Audrey Hall was continuously emitting waves of prayer. Klein lightly tapped it and saw the familiar figure wearing an unfamiliar skirt, kneeling on the ground and praying.

"…Dear Mr. Fool, the investigator I commissioned through a friend was murdered in the East District…"

Klein's heart skipped a beat when he heard this.

Killed?
He listened carefully to Audrey's description of the warehouse's location and memorized it.

"There's still danger there that could harm me."

Through the gray fog, Klein tossed a coin and caught it.

That's the digital side that represents "negative."

"No danger..."

Klein used divination to confirm that there was no enemy ambush at the scene, and then he prepared to go out.

"What's wrong? Klein, you're in a hurry."

Roger had heard Klein open the door to his studio and had gone to check before going downstairs to find him.

"Yes, one of my informants is in trouble."

Klein said concisely that he didn't want Roger to know too much.

Although Mr. "Wheel of Fortune" did not see the portrait he passed to Miss "Justice" with his own eyes, he would inevitably mention this matter at the Tarot Club later.

"I will go with you."

As expected, Roger spoke.

"No, you stay home and watch over the house. I'm afraid someone will come and cause trouble."

Klein found a reason to reject Roger's proposal.

"Okay, please be safe."

Seeing Klein say this, Roger had no choice but to nod.

He saw through the window that Klein had stopped a horse-drawn carriage on the roadside, so he put on the 'Vagabond Mask' and transformed his appearance and height into that of an ordinary dock worker.

Then Roger quickly changed into some sloppy clothes and came to Minsk Street.

Soon, he also stopped a cab, and under the driver's somewhat strange gaze, he stuffed a one-pound note into his pocket and said:

"Follow the car in front and don't make any noise."

Since he had received the money, the coachman no longer cared about the other person's image and very casually pulled him behind Klein's carriage.

As for whether Klein would use divination to confirm that he was following him, Roger was not worried.

After all, the anti-divination ability of the Sequence 7 "Conspicuous Bag" is no joke.

About half an hour later, the hired carriages that Klein and Roger were riding in stopped simultaneously, one in front of the other, a street corner away.

"This is it."

Klein glanced at the half-burned warehouse across the street and quickly crossed the road.

　That’s all for today, happy weekend everyone.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)