Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 129 "Reasoning"

"Yes." Ian nodded, confirming Klein's words. "It's too difficult. It's hard to fool the eyes of those detectives with just wigs, beards, and makeup."

"Therefore, I believe that the detectives met Mr. Zerell, but he was not free and was under the close control of others, unable to send out a distress signal."

A reasonable explanation. Klein glanced at Philip, who was standing on the sofa. Philip's eyes held a hint of something unreadable, but after noticing him, he nodded almost imperceptibly.

What does Philip want me to do next?

Either it means this barely involves any supernatural abilities, or it means there are supernatural beings behind it, but Philip felt the potential rewards outweighed the risks. Klein, feeling uneasy, relaxed his body, a confident smile playing on his lips, and asked:

"So you want me to investigate the specific situation?"

"No, we just need to confirm, confirm Mr. Zeryl's condition." Ian immediately denied this, and said solemnly, "This might be dangerous, but..."

He glanced discreetly at the pocket of his old overcoat, hesitated for a few seconds, and then continued:

"I will pay you £5 upfront, and then add more fees depending on the difficulty of the task once you complete it, or I can give you enough compensation upfront if you are worried about getting into disputes over the difficulty level later."

If there really is a superhuman behind this, a so-called "Faceless Man," then your reward isn't even a fraction of what it is. Philip watched Ian with a half-smile, then interjected:

"£5, just £5 is fine. However, I hope to get to know you better and build a deeper relationship of trust, and establish a business deal, such as hiring you to gather intelligence or information."

"how?"

Philip never believed that his intelligence network in Backlund could be fully developed by relying solely on a large army of stray cats, since in many cases, it was only through human exploration that he could make further progress.

Fortunately, a suitable candidate has now been found.

Upon hearing this, Ian's face immediately showed a conflicted expression. He hesitated before saying, "Okay, but I need to have the right to refuse every request."

"sure."

Philip had no reason to refuse.

Then, gesturing for Klein to retrieve the standard documents from under the coffee table, she took advantage of the moment when their attention was diverted to walk to the side, lowered her eyes, and silently pondered while pinching her chin.

If the "Faceless Man" is indeed behind this, then without a doubt, he has made a fortune. As long as he takes advantage of the other party's extraordinary characteristics and processes them into extraordinary items through certain channels, there will definitely be people eager to buy them.

Moreover, the formula alone costs money.

If there's any risk, it's the organization behind it. But at most, it will only involve Sequence 5. As long as he plays it safe, Philip thinks it will be quite difficult for him to crash and burn, unless the other party is so ruthless as to send out a demigod.

However, these are all just thoughts. If Zeril were just an ordinary person, this matter might really be that simple. Philip quietly watched as Ian handed Klein a stack of blank papers. He stepped forward and found that they were all related to the detective Zeril.

It has to be said, it's quite complicated.

This wasn't some captivating occult knowledge, and Philip couldn't concentrate on memorizing it. He could only pull his thoughts back and ask Ian, "If I find anything, how should I contact you?"

"I will appear at the right time."

After a moment of silence, Ian replied.

He stopped talking and pulled a stack of banknotes from the pocket of his old overcoat. They were neatly arranged, stacked in descending order of size, with no exposed edges, making them appear very flat.

It took Ian quite a while to neatly pull out most of the banknotes from the pile, making up 5 pounds, which he then handed to Klein as payment.

"I'll try to finish the investigation as soon as possible." Klein stood up and gestured for him to leave.

Philip then sat back on the sofa, glanced at the information about Zeril, and waited until Ian was completely out of sight before speaking: "I thought you would have some objections to this."

"What kind of opinion could you possibly have?"

Klein shrugged and smiled.

This matter is indeed very complicated. Even if it involves a Sequence 9 Extraordinary, a price of 5 pounds is already considered a "charity price," not to mention anything higher.

He took out a penny from his pocket and divined whether there were any supernatural factors involved, only to be surprised to find that the penny, which had been thrown upwards, landed directly on the ground and rolled forward.

This means the divination failed.

How much has he been hiding?

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

However, at that moment, he heard Philip's amused remark, "Ah, it seems that Sherlock's 'deduction' has failed this time."

God tm reasoning

Klein pursed his lips, keeping a straight face, and casually stuffed the money back into his pocket. Then he looked at Philip, who was sitting idly on the sofa, and said:

"Want to come along?"

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

Whether for the sake of his character design or for the sake of any unforeseen circumstances, Philip should follow Klein, and he doesn't even need to change his gender; he can follow as Charlotte.

"certainly."

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

Klein changed into a cheap light blue worker's uniform, which, combined with his beard that covered the lower half of his face, made him look at least ten years older than his actual age, giving him a rugged and savage air of a middle-aged man.

He pulled the brim of his dark baseball cap down low, his gaze almost completely obscured as he looked at the figure kneeling on the rooftop not far away, keeping watch.

Philip had thoroughly surveyed the surroundings and just finished his divination. He casually extended one finger with his left hand towards Klein and made an OK sign with his right hand.

There was a slight danger, but it wasn't a big problem. After watching Philip, who was standing on the high-rise building, retreat into the shadows and disappear from his sight, Klein nodded to himself, then went around to the side of Zeril's house and climbed to the small balcony on the second floor where clothes were drying.

That should be solvable, right?

Philip, hidden in the shadows, popped a candy into his mouth, feeling the milky aroma and sweetness melt in his mouth with his saliva, and thought to himself with a slight sense of comfort.

He had just activated his spiritual vision. There were only three people in that house, and none of them were extraordinary individuals. However, the fact that they remained awake and staked out the bedroom in the early hours of the morning suggested that there was definitely something wrong with this matter.

But it has nothing to do with him.

Philip is just waiting for the boss to appear so he can solo it and collect equipment. Now the boss might not even appear, so let's leave these mobs and red tape to Detective Sherlock.

(End of this chapter)