Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 129 "Reasoning"

"Yes." Ian nodded, confirming Klein's words. "It's too difficult. It's hard to hide from the detectives with just a wig, beard, and makeup."

"So, I believe the person the detectives saw was Mr. Zreal, but he was not free. He was under the strict control of others and could not send a message for help."

A reasonable explanation. Klein cast a glance at Philip, who was standing on the sofa. There was a hint of ambiguity in the latter's eyes, but after noticing him, he nodded imperceptibly.

Philip wants me next?
This either meant that there was almost no transcendence involved, or that there was a transcendent behind it. However, Philip felt that the benefits outweighed the risks. Klein, feeling uneasy, relaxed his body, raised the corners of his mouth, and asked confidently:
"So you want me to investigate the specific situation?"

"No, we just need to confirm Mr. Zreal's condition." Ian immediately denied it and said solemnly, "This may be dangerous, but..."

He glanced at the pocket of his old coat obscurely, hesitated for a few seconds and then said:
"I'll pay you five pounds upfront. Once you complete the commission, I'll add more fees depending on the difficulty of the task. Or I can just give you enough to cover your expenses if you're worried about getting into a dispute over the difficulty level later."

If there really is a superhuman behind this, a so-called "faceless man," your reward wouldn't even be enough to cover it. Philip looked at Ian with a half-smile and then interrupted:
"Five pounds, just five pounds is all that's needed. However, I hope to develop a deeper understanding and trust with you later on, and perhaps establish a business deal, such as hiring you to gather intelligence or information."

"how?"

Philip never thought that his intelligence network in Backlund could be mature just by relying on a horde of stray cats. After all, in many cases, humans could take the next step in exploration.

It just so happens that the right person is available now.

Upon hearing this, Ian's face suddenly showed a conflicted expression. He hesitated and said, "Okay. But I need to have the right to refuse every commission."

"of course can."

Philip had no reason to refuse.

Then he gestured to Klein to take the standard documents from under the coffee table. Taking advantage of the moment when the two people's attention was distracted, he walked to the side, lowered his eyes slightly, pinched his chin, and thought silently.

If the "Faceless Man" was really behind this incident, then there was no doubt that he would make a fortune. As long as he picked up the other party's extraordinary characteristics and processed them into extraordinary items through certain channels, there would definitely be people who would rush to buy them.

And the formula is another expense.

As for the risk, it would be the organization behind it. However, at most, it would only involve Sequence Five. As long as he was careful, Philip thought it would be difficult to turn the tables, unless the other party was so crazy as to send out a demigod.

But these are just thoughts. If Zreal was just an ordinary person, perhaps this matter would really be that simple. Philip watched quietly as Ian handed Klein a stack of white papers. He walked forward and found that all of them were related to Detective Zreal.

I have to say, it's quite complicated.

This wasn't some intoxicating mystical knowledge, and Philip couldn't calm down and memorize it. He could only withdraw his thoughts and ask Ian, "If I find something, how can I contact you?"

".I'll show up when the time is right."

After a moment's silence, Ian replied.

He stopped talking and took out a stack of banknotes from the pocket of his old coat. They were neatly arranged, stacked layer by layer in order from large to small, with no edges exposed, and looked very flat.

It took Ian a while to neatly pull out most of the bills from the pile, totaling five pounds, which he handed to Klein as a reward.

"I'll try to complete the investigation as quickly as possible." Klein stood up and extended his hand, as if to see him off. Philip then sat back on the sofa and scanned the information about Zreal. He waited until Ian was completely gone before speaking, "I thought you'd have some opinions on this."

"What can I say?"

Klein shrugged and smiled.

This matter was indeed very complicated. Even if a Sequence 9 Beyonder was involved, the price of 5 pounds was enough to be called a "charity price", not to mention going up further.

He took out a copper penny from his trouser pocket and divined whether there was any supernatural factor involved in this matter, but was surprised to find that the copper penny thrown upwards fell directly to the ground and rolled forward.

This means that the divination has failed.

How much did he hide?

Klein frowned slightly, but still stepped forward, bent down, and picked up the copper penny, preparing to go to Zreal's residence for further investigation.

However, at this moment, he heard Philip's sigh with a smile, "Aha, Detective Sherlock's 'reasoning' seems to have failed this time."

God tm reasoning
Klein pursed his lips, keeping a tense expression, and stuffed the money back into his pocket as if nothing had happened. Then he looked at Philip, who was sitting idly on the sofa, and said,
"Want to go together?"

Whether for the sake of his character or for possible accidents, Philip should follow Klein. He doesn't even need to change his gender and can follow as Charlotte.

"of course."

In the early hours of the morning, silence enveloped 138 Rose Street in the Backlund Bridge area.

Klein changed into a cheap light blue workman's suit. Combined with his beard that covered the lower half of his face, he looked at least ten years older than his actual age, with the rugged and savage air of a middle-aged man, even a middle-aged one.

He lowered the brim of his dark baseball cap and cast his almost completely obscured gaze towards the figure half-kneeling on the rooftop not far away, watching the wind.

Philip had already thoroughly surveyed the surroundings and had just finished divination. He casually raised his left hand to Klein, made a one finger gesture, and made an OK sign with his right hand.

It was a little dangerous, but not a big deal. Watching Philip, who was standing on the tall building, retreat into the darkness and disappear from his sight, Klein nodded inwardly. He then went around to the side of Zreal's house and climbed up to the small balcony on the second floor where they hung clothes to dry.

Should be able to be solved, right?

In the dark, Philip put a piece of candy into his mouth, feeling the milky aroma and sweetness melting in his mouth with his saliva, and thought so with a little comfort in his heart.

He had just activated his clairvoyance. There were only three people in the house, and none of them were extraordinary. However, judging from the fact that they were still awake and squatting in the bedroom in the early morning, there must be something fishy behind this matter.

But it has nothing to do with him.

Philip is just waiting for the BOSS to come out and pick up equipment alone. Now the BOSS may not even appear, so it’s better to leave these monsters and red tape to Detective Sherlock.

(End of this chapter)