The Bizarre Adventure of Pirates

But it doesn't matter, I can barely get in.

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The eleventh serial murder case had been committed. Under such circumstances, ordinary police officers were certainly not qualified to intervene, so the official extraordinary people began a formal investigation.

Klein, under the guise of Sherlock Moriarty, easily obtained some detailed information from all kinds of people in the Aurora Society. He found that all the victims were women, and they were all dressed in gorgeous clothes and worked in special industries.

Unclean, profane, depraved...

Klein remained calm and came to the place where one of the victims once worked - the 'Golden Rose'.

After paying a few pounds in cash, he successfully had a conversation with the pimp Duster.

"Tsk, speaking of Lida, that's such a pity."

"Honestly, man, that girl is only sixteen years old, so tender."

"What? A regular customer."

"She just entered the industry not long ago, where did she come from...No, I seem to know..."

Accept a few more pounds, the old slippery man in the romantic field continued.

"There's a man with slicked-back hair who seems to like her very much."

"Although I didn't name him, I think that guy's crotch can't hold back for a long time. My eyes are very poisonous."

"As for his name, why, how should I know that? All I know is that he has high cheekbones and blue-gray eyes."

"Slicked back hair" "High cheekbones" "Blue-grey eyes"

Anyway, some clues have been obtained.

Klein ignored the scum and prostitutes' attempts to pull him away and walked out of this place where the smell made him feel uncomfortable.

Coincidentally, as soon as he went out, he ran into a team of "Mechanical Hearts".

The 'Mechanical Heart' is a Beyonder of the Mechanicus, a group of action-oriented people who are good at using weapons and Beyonder items.

Klein's heart moved slightly, but his feet did not stop moving, and he passed by the group of "Mechanical Hearts".

"My direction is correct..." he thought to himself.

Back at the detective agency, Klein left his pocket watch and coat on the desk and said in a deep voice, "Wait a minute, I have something personal to attend to."

After saying that, he took the newspaper and went to the bathroom.

No one responded.

On the other side, Klein walked into this reassuring place with a calm expression.

After walking four steps backwards, his consciousness came above the gray fog.

He began divination based on the information he had obtained.

However, what Klein didn't expect was that the divination that had always worked for him actually failed this time.

"Twisted fate, clouded perception?" Klein frowned.

But then, he began to leverage the power of the gray fog.

The next second, the vision blurred.

Klein saw a middle-aged man with neatly combed hair, wearing a suit and vest, and carrying a suitcase.

The man had a cold expression, but the malice in his eyes almost became tangible.

Just by looking at that look, Klein knew that he had found the right person!

"This environment... a sewer? No, it's more like a factory." He muttered to himself.

click-

Suddenly, the illusion disappeared.

Klein also left the mysterious palace and returned to the real world.

After washing his hands, he tidied up his appearance and felt more at ease.

Miss Sharon, who had waited for a long time but Sherlock Moriarty did not come out, thought to herself, "This detective with an extraordinary appearance seems to have some problems with his digestive system."

at the same time.

Backlund, South of the Bridge, a canning factory.

Hearing the footsteps, a huge black dog opened its bloodshot eyes and excitedly revealed its sharp fangs stained with dark red blood.

Next to it, there was still half a human leg bone that had been gnawed clean...

Chapter 438: Fighting and Division

Backlund's regional divisions, the Queens District and the West District are where the nobility and big businessmen live.

For example, the 'Jostar Manor' that Klein often visited was located in the West District.

The Bridge District and the East District are where the poor gather, with all kinds of shabby narrow buildings lined up one after another. Factories of all sizes have deprived the area of ​​its last bit of space, completely killing greenery and leisure and entertainment.

Klein took a public carriage to the East District. As soon as he got off the carriage, he couldn't help but frown.

The air here is a bit too bad...

But he did not show anything unusual, and went deep into the area with a calm expression.

After a while, several barefoot children came running over.

"Sir! Do you need a guide? Just give me a few pennies for a good meal and I'll be at your service."

"Don't listen to him, everyone knows that Little York is the know-it-all in the West End!"

"Please, give me a chance."

Having seen too many gorgeously dressed gentlemen and ladies and visited too many magnificent restaurants and clubs, Klein almost forgot that he and his family were struggling on the edge of survival not long ago.

He had a sullen face and his cold eyes swept over these children in ill-fitting clothes. He took out some change from his pocket indifferently and threw it out with disgust and arrogance, "Go away and don't bother me."

This trick is very effective.

Seeing the money, the children didn't care about anything else and scattered like birds and beasts, quickly leaving Klein's side.

Klein's expression remained unchanged.

Just then, a hoarse voice sounded behind him, "You shouldn't give these brats so much, they are not worth it."

Turning around, I saw a one-eyed old man, rubbing his hands and looking at me in a flattering manner.

"What's the matter?" Klein asked knowingly.

"Hey, I guess you must be a big shot from the west, here to do business." The old man licked his cracked lips, "Everyone here calls me Old Peter... Sir, I have lived in this area for nearly sixty years, and there is nothing I don't know. If there is anything you can do for me, you can always find me, Old Peter."

Although the one-eyed old man pretended well, Klein still caught the greed that flashed in his eyes.

Coincidentally, not long after he became a Beyonder, the first person who reported him to the Church of Evernight was also a one-eyed man...

Coming back to his senses, Klein asked calmly, "What's the price?"

Upon hearing that there was a play, Old Peter held up five fingers and said, "Five soli."

After saying that, he was afraid that the fat sheep in front of him would not agree, so he quickly changed his words and said, "No, no, no, 3 soles, or, let me have a full meal."

Klein took out his wallet, counted out three soli and handed it to the other party.

Old Peter took it and solemnly put it in his pocket, trying not to look at the soft leather wallet in the other person's hand, and asked, "So, what do you want?"

"Help me find a place. There are many steel pipes as thick as arms, connected to a semicircular machine." Klein recalled the scene he saw above the gray fog. "The ground is concrete, mixed with a little dark red, and the surrounding walls are dark gray."

Old Peter thought for a moment and said, "Concrete floor, dark red ground? It sounds like the Hendry cannery in the bridge area."

After a pause, he added, "The owner of this factory went bankrupt and couldn't pay the wages, so it hasn't been open for a long time."

The lack of construction means that there are few people here, making it a perfect place to hide.

Klein said calmly, "Take me there."

Old Peter chuckled and led the way.

Klein followed with a calm expression.

Speechless all the way.

Arriving at the back door of the semi-abandoned Hendry cannery, Old Peter said respectfully, "Sir, we're here."

Klein looked up and shuddered for no apparent reason.

His spiritual intuition told him that there was something dangerous inside...

“Very good, your work is done.” Klein said calmly.

Old Peter seemed unwilling to stay any longer and left obediently.

But just before he turned around, the old sly guy suddenly showed a horrified expression, "Be careful!"

Of course, Klein would not fall for it. He lightly snapped his fingers, and the expression on Old Peter's face, who was attacking with a knife, suddenly froze.

At the same time, his body twisted strangely into an S shape.

Old Peter died instantly with his bones and internal organs shattered. Unspeakable fear became the last emotion in his life.

“You don’t know your own limitations.” Klein sneered.

The character of 'Sherlock Moriarty' is a lunatic from the Aurora Society who appears calm on the outside but is twisted on the inside.

On ordinary days, in order to feed his "creeping hunger", he often hangs around the docks, looking for trouble with gangsters and human traffickers.

Now that ready-made blood food was delivered to his doorstep, how could Klein refuse it?

Klein squatted down and lightly swept his right hand, and Old Peter's body was swallowed by the human leather glove he was wearing.

Of course, Klein calmly collected the scumbag's belongings and the three soli he had just paid.

No matter how small the mosquito legs are, they are still meat.

After doing all this, he entered the factory with a calm expression.

The factory is large and empty.

Because of the bankruptcy, some valuable things had already been moved or stolen.

Klein touched his 'black iron cross' and gently closed his eyes, as if listening to some revelation.

——'Listener' can obtain all kinds of incredible abilities through those mumblings of unknown origin, and it is very reasonable to comprehend the power of wayfinding and divination.

Sharon, who was hiding in the silver pocket watch, felt something moving in her heart.

At the last gathering, she learned that John Joestar had temporarily taken over the Backlund Aurora Society, and Sherlock Moriarty's behavior showed that he was a member of the Aurora Society.

So, now she is representing... Oh, right, the Tarot Club, working with the Aurora Club?

No wonder John Joestar wrote "ask for as much reward as you can" on the title page of "Mirror Spirit".

After all, it is a secret organization that believes in different gods.

It is very reasonable to take advantage of the opportunity to make a profit.

Sharon couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

If I had known she would have asked for more money.

After a while of daydreaming, Klein finally found the factory he had seen in his vision.

Coincidentally, his target, a man with high cheekbones and a slicked-back hair, was feeding a dog with a weird smile on his face.

The moment when their eyes met.

The man with slicked-back hair was confused.

Klein was also confused.

The man with the slicked-back hair didn't expect to be discovered by others, so his "malice perception" was not activated at all.

Klein was confused because he had never thought that a battle would take place here. He originally came here to look for clues.

Moreover, in addition to the slicked-back-haired man opposite, there was actually an extraordinary pet similar to Susie beside Audrey. Judging from its spirit and aura, it was at least at the level of Sequence 6.

and so--