Jenkins reminded in a low voice, deliberately slamming his boots on the ground to cover the sound from spreading outward.
"Huh~"
The old man snorted softly and showed Jenkins what was in his hand. It was a piece of silver engraved with tiny runes, known to Jenkins as the Silence Charm.
"You are still too young and inexperienced."
"Yes Yes Yes."
During the process of leaving [Mr. Ink Club], the old man kept silent and didn't know what he was thinking. It wasn't until the two of them turned from the alley to a main road that he came back to his senses.
"Sorry, I thought of something just now, but I didn't expect to be able to ask something this time."
The two walked side by side, Jenkins turned up his collar to cover his mouth, and asked in a low voice.
"Is the information just now of any value?"
"The first recorded outbreak of gear germs was much earlier than the one Bieders mentioned, but it was from that time that the spread of the germ became more convenient. Previously, it could only be transmitted by blood."
Seeing a woman in a hurry walking towards them, the two stopped talking immediately, and continued talking after the person walked away.
"The church suspected a long time ago that the defection of the bestower of [Skillful Craftsman] was the key factor causing this change. But those people in the [Creation and Mechanism] church refused to explain what happened at that time, and that's how I found out , it turns out that the defector took away three [Gifts], which is really a great loss, no wonder they were concealed. Unexpectedly, Bieders actually knew these things... "
The early morning of Sunday was still shrouded in thin smog, the city was recovering, and there were gradually more pedestrians and carriages on the road. Walking forward with the two, there was also a thin young man with a haggard face. He was sniffing while walking, looking unwell. There is some distance between the three, so there is no fear of the conversation being overheard.
"So, do you know C-08-2-2218? It's the clock."
"I've never heard of it. The Church of the Twelve Righteous Gods will share the information of the monsters according to the agreement. The information of [Supernatural] is partially shared, but [Gift] has always been kept secret."
Dad replied absently, not looking at Jenkins, but at a man standing around the corner ahead.
He was wearing a common black top hat and a somewhat dirty brown coat, with his back leaning against the wall, as if he was doing nothing. Compared to this, his pair of mud-stained leather shoes attracted more attention.
The man should be just over thirty years old, but his temperament is inexplicably vicissitudes. He glanced at Jenkins, and put his lowered right hand into his arms.
Jenkins stopped subconsciously, and the old man who was walking beside him also stopped.
"that person… "
He said uncertainly, and then unexpectedly found that the man's gaze was not on himself, but on the thin man with a haggard face who continued to walk forward.
"It's not for us."
The old man said in a low voice, then frowned: "Not good!"
It was too late to say this sentence, the man leaning against the wall stretched his hands into his arms. When the young man walked by, his left hand unexpectedly pressed down on his back, while his right hand took out a dagger and stabbed it directly into the young man's stomach.
"Ah~"
The lady passing by in the carriage happened to see this scene, and the exclamation added a touch of worry to the peaceful Sunday morning in Nolan City.
Due to the appearance of Pirate King - Destroyer Fermisius a few days ago, the dock area has become the focus of patrolling. Not long after the street murder occurred, the entire street was blocked. Jenkins and Dad didn't have time to leave, so they were invited to the police station because they were the few people who saw the whole process of the murder.
But luck is very good, or the old man has a lot of face. The two made full preparations because they were worried about going out together, and they had a lot of genuine contraband on them, such as guns.
But Sergeant Black, who was in charge of the case, greeted Dad with a smile:
"Mr. Oliver, I didn't expect to see you here."
This is a chubby middle-aged man with a full beard, wearing a police uniform. From the three stars on his shoulders, you can tell that his police rank should be Superintendent, but Dad calls him Sheriff.
In Nolan City, there are actually two police stations that are parallel to each other, which is determined by the special location of Nolan City. Among them, the one located on Stillwell Street in the dock area is called Stillwell Field, which is responsible for cases that occurred in the dock area and passing ships, and sometimes cooperates with naval operations. The police station located in the urban area of Nolan City, known as Carfax Field by the citizens, is a city police station in the traditional sense, responsible for all cases in the entire Nolan City area except the dock area.
This time the street murder had happened in the Docklands, so Jenkins and Pop were on Stillwell Street now, and Sheriff Blake was obviously an acquaintance of Pop's.
"Blake, long time no see."
Dad nodded, with a lukewarm attitude, "What's going on here? Premeditated murder?"
He directly asked about the case, which surprised Jenkins who was sitting on a bench beside him, but Sergeant Black explained without hesitation, even though his colleagues were working on the side.
"It's a very simple case. The perpetrator is Mr. Andrew, who lives on Rudy Avenue in the Sabine District. He listened to others a few days ago and spent a lot of money, about 100 pounds, to buy a commemorative coin that is said to be very valuable. But after the goods were received, it was discovered that the big businessman who had promised to buy them had disappeared, and the seller had also disappeared, so... "
He shrugged, indicating that things were as they thought they were.
"Where's the victim?"
The old man asked again, but Mr. Sheriff didn't answer right away, but stopped a young police officer passing by, asked him to bring some information to the old man, and then continued:
"The victim was the introducer at the time, Robert Kumbu. After Mr. Andrew found out that his investment failed, he came to us to report the case, but this case can only be judged as Mr. Andrew's own investment failure based on the existing evidence. We sympathize with him , but the crime of fraud cannot be judged. What you read is the information when he first came to the police, and we did not expect Mr. Andrew to be so impulsive and directly attacked Kumbu."
The old man nodded, briefly flipped through the file in his hand, and handed it to Jenkins. Jenkins saw Sergeant Black raised his eyebrows, but he didn't object, so he looked back.
"Is Kumbu dead?"
Dad asked again.