"You didn't notice it just now, did you?" When Klein heard Emlyn's curse, the corner of his mouth couldn't stop twitching, but Emlyn sighed and said a little embarrassed:
"It was only after you said this that I discovered that the physical features I described to Mr. Snow can actually be found in myself..."
"Um..." Klein was at a loss for words for a moment. He thought it was Mr. Devil's bad taste coming back again, but it turned out... that you chose it yourself? That's right, it was said to be privately customized...
Seemingly noticing that Detective Sherlock's gaze was becoming more and more strange, Emlyn decisively changed the subject:
"If you don't talk about this, do you still want the information about Jason Belial?"
"This is a terrible way to change the subject." Klein complained in his heart, but ostensibly handed over the newspaper in his hand, "I also have information about him. Yesterday, the noble Duke Negan was assassinated. The real
Demons ravage the land."
Although the description in the newspaper avoided the extraordinary realm, it still stated that the murderer was a banker named Patrick Jason. At the same time, as always, the blame was passed on to the Aurora Society.
Emlyn looked at the newspaper over and over again and said with some disbelief:
"So, my information is useless?"
"Theoretically, that's the case." Klein glanced at Mr. Vampire sympathetically, "However, the official organization is still investigating the person behind Jason Belial. If your information is about this aspect, it should still be sold."
"No." Emlyn shook his head and sighed, but Emily, who was holding the mercury lamp in her arms, suddenly raised her hand and patted his shoulder gently. This was of course not that Emily was alive, but that Mr. Devil seemed to
This doll is equipped with some mobility capabilities, so that it can give certain feedback according to Emlyn's emotional changes. Compared with the mercury lamp that can only float beside Emlyn, it is a bit more interactive.
"Will you go to Mr. Snow to return it?" Klein looked at the scene of Emlyn letting his female doll comfort him, and a feeling of sympathy arose spontaneously. "Or will you ask him to help modify some details?"
When Emlyn heard this, he shook his head excitedly like a cat whose tail had been stepped on:
"Return? Impossible! Absolutely not! Emily is mine! I will never give it to anyone else! Even if she looks like me, so what? She is spiritual! I can feel it, as I and her
Through interaction, she is slowly coming back to life!"
"I feel more and more that there is some kind of curse on this doll. Are you sure it's not affected by any strange power? Like Bishop Strathsky's candle?"
Klein gave a kind reminder, but Emlyn decisively denied:
"Do you think I'm crazy? After I got Emily, I took her and Dorothy to attend the gathering of the vampires. I also found the strong men in the clan to conduct appraisals. Through divination, channeling, and rituals, I
A series of methods are used to ensure that there are absolutely no harmful spells on it.
The way she acts becomes more and more spiritual because she absorbs the feelings I put into her!
Oh, my God! This is really a genius creation! A doll that will grow with the training of its owner! I don’t know what kind of ability this is...
If possible, I would like to ask your Excellency to give me every doll to release this ability!"
Seeing Emlyn praising Snow's creativity, he talked endlessly about the advantages of Emily, telling how she could only move stiffly like a puppet on strings at the beginning, but now her every move is full of elegance.
, from standing behind him in the past, to now taking the initiative to interact with him when his mood fluctuates... Klein's scalp went numb when he heard it, and he felt that it was really difficult for him to understand this special hobby.
I don’t know if all puppet controllers are like this...
Klein, who felt that continuing the conversation would be endless, forcibly interrupted Emlyn's showoff to Emily and said seriously:
"I have raised enough gold medals for those two materials. When will you give me the materials?"
…
Maybe he couldn't wait to buy some new clothes for Emily, or maybe he really planned to save money to let Mr. Devil animate all the dolls. In short, Emlyn was very enthusiastic about the transaction. After a few minutes, the two
After confirming the details of the material transaction, and after talking a few words about "The Fool", Klein got up and went to the East District to visit Daisy, and met the preacher of the "Fat and Big Meat Cult" again.
Regarding this kind of situation where another wave appeared just after one report was made, Klein could only think about continuing to report. However, fortunately, it seemed to be because of the growing strength of Mr. Snow's gang.
, it seems that there are not as many people willing to listen to the preaching of these people as when he came last time. I remember that when he first came to the East District to investigate the missionaries of the Aurora Society, he could see groups of three or five everywhere on the streets and by the docks.
People gathered around the unidentified preacher to be comforted and taught.
Seeing that the time was approaching noon, Klein estimated that the Brave Bar should have opened. He immediately blended in with the workers taking a lunch break and came to the Brave Bar. He spent ten pence on an oatmeal bun stuffed with pork sausage and a glass of Southwell beer.
Although this kind of meal was far inferior to the meal he had at Mr. Devil's house, it still seemed quite wealthy among the surrounding workers.
After slowly filling his stomach and drinking all his beer, Klein came to the bartender and asked casually as always:
"Is Kaspars Camlinen here?"
The bartender glanced at him, as if remembering this face, and said calmly:
"It seems you haven't been here for a long time? Caspars was involved in a murder case and ran away more than a month ago! Oh, a murder case?"
The bartender's tone was obviously mocking, but it was not difficult to understand. After all, who could be in the arms business and not have a few lives on their hands?
But Klein knew the whole story very well. In fact, if it were him, he would not go back to the Brave Bar. Instead, like Caspars, he would take all his savings and change to a city life...
But since Caspars is gone, who should he turn to to replenish his ammunition?
Klein was thinking, but the bartender seemed to see through his thoughts and continued:
"If you want to buy some items, there is a new merchant now."
"Who?" Klein asked casually, but he was calculating the risks in his heart. If it was the flamboyant guy like last time, he would rather go to Mr. Devil.
"'Old man', it's in the billiard room No. 3." The bartender responded without raising his head. After hearing this, Klein immediately stood up, walked slowly to the familiar place, and knocked on the ajar door.
"Come in." A voice came out, and Klein's brows raised slightly——
