hotmtlnovel Chapter 158 Alger's Good Luck
Chapter 158 Alger's Good Luck
Chapter 158 Alger's Good Luck
Backlund, 69 Rose Street.
At this moment, Klein was standing in front of a beautiful two-story townhouse.
Driven by his professional instincts as a detective, and fueled by a vague sense of unease, he eventually came here.
If it were anyone else, he wouldn't have needed to do this, but thinking about how badly he had been harmed by the other party in Tingen, he decided to gather more clues and take the initiative into his own hands.
Based on the information he obtained from the short employer and his account, Klein determined that Lorne Disenke had rented the second floor of this house while in Backlund.
He had intended to approach Lorne as a friend and knock on the door to conduct a routine inquiry.
But then I thought about it again. I knew almost nothing about him, and if the landlord asked for details, I would easily be exposed. But if I revealed my identity as a detective directly, it would likely cause the other party to feel disgusted and uncooperative.
After much deliberation, Klein decided to take a more direct and "professional" approach: to infiltrate and investigate.
He took out a citrine pendulum and asked softly, "Would infiltrating the investigation be dangerous?"
A moment later, the pendulum rotated slightly clockwise, indicating that there was some risk, but it was still within a controllable range.
"There shouldn't be any problem."
Klein believed that since he was already Sequence 7, quietly searching an ordinary house, even if there were risks, shouldn't be a big problem.
Moreover, having inexplicably joined a secret organization, he has very little free time left for himself.
He sighed as he thought of his two teammates who were still living in his house.
Unmarried men and women living in the same house, I really don't know what that guy with the 5 of Clubs was thinking.
Having identified his target, Klein didn't hesitate any longer. He glanced around and nimbly slipped into the alleyway beside the house.
He glanced up at the closed window on the second floor, crouched down slightly, and then, with a burst of strength, silently climbed over the protrusions and water pipes on the wall, easily vaulting onto the second-floor windowsill.
Thanks to the Joker's control over his body, the entire process was smooth and almost silent.
He took out his tools from his pocket, skillfully fiddled with the window latches a few times, and with a soft "click," the window was opened smoothly.
He felt more like a thief than a detective, he thought to himself with a self-deprecating laugh.
Then, Klein slipped into the room, and a smell mixed with dust and a faint scent of ink wafted out.
The room was simply furnished with a bed, a wardrobe, and a desk. It seemed the room's owner hadn't returned for quite some time.
Using the moonlight streaming in through the window, he began a careful search.
He first opened the wardrobe and found several well-made men's suits hanging inside, all in a conservative style. Then he went to the desk and opened a drawer.
There were no diaries or letters in the drawer, only a stack of business documents.
Klein picked up a document at random and, by the moonlight, made out the handwriting on it.
The Hall Foundation....Audrey Hall.
His pupils suddenly contracted.
This Lorne Disenke actually holds Miss Justice's fund.
This discovery surprised him somewhat. He suppressed his emotions and quickly glanced through a few other contracts, finding that most of them were documents concerning the inheritance of shares in the military factory.
After a while, having confirmed that there seemed to be no more valuable clues in the room, he was somewhat disappointed and decided to leave.
However, just as he reached the window, preparing to climb back out the way he came, his body suddenly froze.
An invisible force froze him in place, rendering him unable to move.
"Sir, unauthorized entry is prohibited here."
Bayam at the same time.
Alger took out a gold-plated pocket watch from his pocket, snapped it open, and checked the time.
The hands are pointing to 10 p.m.
This exquisitely crafted, gold-plated pocket watch was something he obtained from the leather suitcase he salvaged from the sea.
These little antiques wouldn't fetch much on the black market, so he simply kept them for himself.
According to his plan, he was going to attend a secret underground gathering to see if he could find the materials he needed.
Although the current situation in Bayam is tense, causing the prices of many extraordinary materials to rise, Alger believes that this is also a chaotic situation where there will always be some people who are eager to run away or urgently need money, and they will sell some good things that are usually impossible to see.
Moreover, and most importantly, he has connections with the Church of Storms, so he has no fear of being hunted down by the authorities.
Seeing that it was almost time, Alger took out a black mask from his hiding place that covered the upper half of his face and had no distinguishing features, put it on, and then walked into the back alley of an inconspicuous tavern with practiced ease.
The gathering took place in the basement of an abandoned warehouse inside.
However, after the gathering began, Alger felt a little disappointed. He hadn't found what he wanted to buy; most of the items were low-level materials and recipes. Bored, he bought some common spiritual supplements and prepared to head home.
Just then, a woman wearing a plain white mask suddenly spoke in a husky, altered voice:
"Wanted at a high price: Emperor Roselle's notebooks."
"Of course, you can also choose to exchange notes."
Wearing a mask, Cattleya sighed softly to herself.
Some time ago, the "Mysterious Queen" gave her a task: to help her keep an eye out for and investigate a batch of new Russell's Diaries that had suddenly appeared on the market.
She could have easily delegated this task to her subordinates. However, due to the Storm Church's unusual activity at sea recently, she had to temporarily dock the "Future" at a secluded port to avoid unnecessary trouble.
With a serious and responsible attitude towards the Queen's mission, since she couldn't go to sea, she decided to search for information herself.
In recent days, she has been attending several similar underground gatherings while wearing a mask, but without any leads.
I thought this time would be the same as before, yielding nothing.
Surprisingly, someone actually responded.
Under everyone's gaze, a person wearing a black mask slowly raised their hand.
Alger raised his hand.
Because of Mr. Fool, he did indeed accumulate quite a few of Russell's diaries.
Most of them had already been sacrificed to Mr. Fool, and he had memorized the ones that hadn't been sacrificed. Coincidentally, a few days ago, he also found a few new pages of "diary" in the suitcase that had been fished out of the water.
At sea, not many people are interested in Russell. It's rare to meet a Russell enthusiast today. Exchanging these diaries, which he considers "useless," for some money doesn't seem like a bad idea.
Moreover, the other party said that it was possible to exchange some "outdated" diaries for a batch of new ones, which would be a good idea.
How lucky! This way I won't have to go through the trouble of collecting Mr. Fool's diary entries for a while—Alger thought to himself.