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Time to Friday.

Hiddell disguised himself well enough by donning a fitted, oversized black trench coat, mask and glasses.

Finally took the stagecoach to John's Private Investigative Office at 36 Beswick Street. It has been four weeks since he came to let Detective John collect information.

Except for the first week that Hildall came to get the materials, he never came again. This is the reason why he went to Backlund and couldn't come to get it, but more importantly, Hiddell believed that a one-time It might be better to take it away.

So as not to scare the snake.

"Hope to find out," Hildahl murmured.

Going up the stairwell, Hydall's figure changed rapidly and returned to its original appearance.

Fortunately, I was wearing a windbreaker. Even if my stature became shorter, it only made the windbreaker look a little wider, and this could be used as a camouflage, so that no one would doubt it.

Tuk Tuk Tuk! He knocked on the half-closed door.

"Come in." Detective John's strong voice came from inside.

Hydall pushed the door open and saw Detective John wearing a white shirt and a black vest.

When John saw Hiddle, his face was like a sigh of relief, "Oh, steam again, you're finally here."

"Sir, you asked us to collect the houses with red chimneys on the outskirts of Tingen, and we have already collected them."

Although Hiddle sat in disguise, John recognized him at a glance, which is a required lesson as a detective.

As John spoke, he led Hidell to the reception room and asked him to sit down. Then he ran back to his desk. When he came back, he already had a large stack of documents in his hand. Hundreds.

He sat down and handed these materials to Hiddell, and said again:

"Look, there are a total of 106 houses. We have remarked the locations and appearance characteristics of these buildings. Even some of the more remote locations have been written as detailed as possible."

Hidell looked at the information, and on each page of the information, only the information of one house was recorded. It was indeed as detailed as John said.

"Thank you, I'm very satisfied." Hidell picked up the information bag on the side and put all the information in it.

...

After walking out of the detective office, Hidal did not rush to find Azik, but returned to the townhouse, picked up a pen and paper, and prepared to write a letter.

"Dear Mr. Azik:"

"Long time no see. Because of certain things, I went to Backlund, and I haven't had time to contact you. Now I just returned to Tingen, and it happened that all the information I had collected has been collected."

"But there are too many. I'm worried that it will take a lot of time for you to search by yourself, which may lead to the other party's early detection and escape, so I decided to do half of it by me, you don't need to worry about me, I have helpers and can Keep yourself safe."

"However, we need to determine a time, and then collect it together. Since my helper only arrived on Saturday this week, I decided to set our operation time on Sunday at 8 pm this week."

"Hydal."

Sidor dried the ink, read it himself, made sure there was nothing wrong, and stuffed the letter into the envelope.

Then he put on a half-height silk top hat and went out to send the letter.

At this time, the sun was shining and it was noon, and this letter could be sent to Mr. Azik's house in the evening.

"Tomorrow, tomorrow will come... After this is done, I can help Klein. I wonder if he is ready..." Hidell murmured.

…………

On the other side, Klein just came out of Henry's detective agency.

They helped him find the suspected 'audience' member, and they just paid the follow-up fee, which made him feel distressed.

"His name is Dust Guderian, the doctor at Greenhull Lunatic Asylum..."

Klein silently repeated Detective Henry's words, and began to think about how to contact the doctor who was suspected of being an 'audience' and a member of the 'Psychology Alchemy Society'.

"Find someone to transfer, be a little more mysterious? The more people involved, the easier it is to have problems..."

Gradually, he found inspiration from the police and gangster films and spy films he had seen.

…………

Saturday morning, 4:40, in the doctor's office at Greenhull Asylum.

Wearing gold-rimmed glasses and having an outstanding temperament, Dust Guderian took off his coat, took off his hat, and hung them on the coat rack.

He had just picked up the tin can containing the coffee powder when he heard a thumping knock on the door.

"Please come in." Dust said indifferently.

Then, he saw the half-closed door being pushed open, and saw a young man in a black over-the-knee trench coat walk in.

Because of the unfamiliarity of the other party, Dust said in doubt:

"Good morning, who are you?"

Klein closed the door, took off his hat, pressed it on his chest, and saluted:

"Good morning, Mr. Duster, please forgive my rash visit. I'm Inspector Klein Moretti from the Ahowa County Sheriff's Office. Here are my IDs and badges."

"Inspector?" Dust whispered, taking the other party's ID and badge.

"Department of Special Operations..." He raised his head slowly, his eyes so calm that there were no ripples, as if he was examining something.

Short black hair, darker than brown pupils, a little scholarly temperament, calm and calm, no malice for the time being...

Dust returned the item in his hand, and pointed to the chair opposite the desk with consideration:

"Sit down, police officer, what do you have to do with me?"

Klein sat down, put the cane away, slowly put away the documents and badges, and said with a smile:

"Please maybe I'll introduce myself again."

"I am also a member of the Tingen Market Value Night Squad, specializing in matters involving extraordinary factors."

"Good morning, Mr. Spectator."

…………

After confirming that Klein had no malicious intentions and that he did not have to betray his organization, Dust and Klein finally reached a partnership.

"Happy cooperation." Klein extended his right hand and said.

Dust was silent for a few seconds, and seemed to sigh resignedly:

"Pleasant to work with."

A satisfied smile appeared on Klein's face. This was exactly what he wanted. He paused and chuckled:

"Mr. Duster, you can tell me if you are a member of the Psychology Alchemy Association."

"Yes." Dust nodded.

Klein had already turned on his spiritual vision before entering the door, but he did not notice the fluctuation of the other party's emotional color, so he asked carefully:

"How did you join the Psychology Alchemy Association?"

This is what Klein wants to know the most. He wants to rely on this information to make a deal with Miss Justice.

He believes that if he finds out this news and completes the transaction, Justice will definitely not be stingy with her gold pounds, Klein is sure!

Dust looked at the corner of each other's eyes and said:

"Because of the patient in this lunatic asylum, when I saw him, I found that he could see through me completely, and he was totally not like a lunatic..."

"His name is Hood Eugen, and he pulled me into the Psychological Alchemy Association."

Klein tapped on the armrest, memorized the name, and chatted with Dust a few words, agreeing on the secret delivery method and meeting place of the meeting request.

He didn't ask too many things for the time being, and he didn't ask for more information about Hood Eugen. He wasn't so anxious.

Back at the Blackthorn Security Company, Klein quickly informed Dunn that he had developed Dust into an informant.

Dunn was silent for a long time. Klein originally thought that the captain was angry and glanced at Dunn.

Finding Dunn's expression a little lonely, Klein quickly understood something: the captain was thinking of his brother.

This made Klein sigh inwardly. If that matter had been done better, perhaps the captain's younger brother would have become their informant.

Moreover, he guessed from the information given by Azik that Hidall's status in the 'School of Life' might be very high. It would be really great if Hidall became their informant.

Finally Dunn patted his shoulder and said:

"You handled it very well this time, and you will be responsible for contacting that doctor in the future."

"Okay, Captain." Klein said with a smile.

Dunn paused for a while, looking like he was hesitating to speak, but still couldn't help reminding:

"If you encounter such a thing in the future, it is best to tell me first."

…………

Woo!

The long whistle of the steam train sounded, and finally came to a slow stop.

The first person to get off the train is always the lady and gentleman in the first-class car. With the help of the conductor to carry the gift box, they walked down one after another with a relaxed attitude and smiling faces.

Hidal looked at the carriage from a distance~lightnovelpub.net~ and watched the people on the train come down one by one, looking for the person he was waiting for.

However, until the last passenger in the first-class seat got off the bus, Hydall didn't see the person he was waiting for.

Hydall looked puzzled, "Why not? Could it be a normal carriage?"

Hidell quickly denied this speculation. Although the first-class ticket for a steam train is expensive for ordinary people, it is simply insignificant for a Sequence 5 powerhouse.

At this moment, Hidell's inspiration suddenly came to remind him that his surroundings were enveloped by a gloomy aura, and he didn't even think to quickly turn on his spiritual vision.

As soon as I opened the spirit vision, I saw that I didn't know when, there was a man wearing a gothic black dress, with a small black soft hat, golden hair, blue eyes, a very delicate appearance, but an abnormal complexion. pale woman.

Sharon!

Yes, the person Hydall was waiting for was Sharon!

"Let's go!" Sharon said in silent words.

Although he didn't make any sound, Hiddall still understood, he nodded, turned around to find a rental carriage, and returned to the townhouse.

And Sharon was with him all the time, but people around couldn't see her.

This is because Sharron maintains a state of resentment. This state is different from blurring. Although ordinary people can't see it, Extraordinary can see it as long as he has opened his spiritual vision or his own inspiration is high enough. .

"The room has been prepared for you. Everything on the bed is new." Hidell came to the second floor and pointed to a guest room that no one had ever sat in.

Sharon walked in, took a look, and found that the bed was actually pink!