No. 2 Daffodil Street, Tingen City.

Klein, who left the note, locked the door and walked quickly to Leonard Mitchell who was waiting on the roadside.

Leonard's short black hair is a little longer than last month, and he is neglected to take care of it, making him look very messy.

But even so, with his good looks and emerald-like eyes and poetic temperament, he still has an alternative beauty.

Sure enough, any hairstyle depends on the face... Klein subconsciously complained and pointed to the Iron Cross Street:

"Fry is waiting for us there?"

"Yes." Leonard asked casually, "Did you find any clues from the information?"

Klein held a staff in his left hand and walked along the edge of the street:

"No, I can't find any rules, whether it is the way of death or the time of death. You know, the rituals involving evil gods and demons must be coordinated with specific time points or special methods."

Leonard touched the special revolver hidden beneath his shirt and chuckled:

"This is not absolute. In my experience, some evil gods or demons are very easy to satisfy, as long as they develop a strong interest in what will happen next."

"And there must be a considerable number of these deaths that are normal, and they must be eliminated to get the correct answer."

Klein glanced at him and said:

"That's why the captain asked us to re-invest and eliminate normal events."

"Leonard, your tone and description tell me that you have sufficient experience in similar aspects, but you have been a night watcher for less than four years. On average, you have encountered no more than two extraordinary cases per month, and most of them are simple and easy to solve."

He always felt that Leonard Mitchell, the teammate, was strange and mysterious. He not only had always doubted himself and thought he was special, but also he was sometimes ridiculous, sometimes arrogant, sometimes frivolous, and sometimes deep.

Did he have adventures, and did he also have adventures that made him feel that he was the protagonist of the drama? Klein combined his rich "information" of movies, novels and TV series to make rough speculations.

Hearing his question, Leonard smiled:

"This is because you have not officially entered the state of night watch, and are still in the training stage."

"Every six months the church will organize extraordinary cases encountered by each parish and church in each diocese into books, and make certain deletions in different versions according to the level of confidentiality, and then issue them to each member accordingly."

"You can apply to the captain outside of the occult course, enter Chanis Gate, and borrow previous cases."

Klein nodded suddenly and said:

"The captain has never reminded me of this."

Until now, he has not had the chance to enter the Chanis Gate.

Leonard chuckled and said:

"I thought you were used to the captain's style, but I didn't expect you to be naively looking forward to him reminding you."

Speaking of this, he added meaningfully: "If the captain remembers everything and forgets nothing on one day, then we need to be vigilant."

This means losing control? Klein nodded solemnly and asked:

"Is this the captain's unique style? I thought it was a problem that came with the 'Sleepless' sequence..."

Staying up late causes memory loss and so on...

"To be precise, it is the unique style of 'Nightmare'. Reality and dreams are intertwined, and it is often difficult to distinguish what is real. You need to remember what is fake, so you don't need to put it in your mind..." Leonard wanted to say something else, but the two of them had already stepped into the iron cross and saw Fry, the "corpse collector" waiting at the railroad bus station.

Fry wore a black round-edged felt hat, a thin windbreaker of the same color, and a suitcase in his hand. His pale complexion made people suspect that he would suffer from illness at any time, while his cold and dark temperament kept the surroundings away from him.

After nodding to each other, the three of them did not speak, and met in silence, crossed the "Slin Bakery" together, and turned to the Iron Cross Street.

The noise immediately came to the face, and street vendors selling oyster soup, fried meat, fish, ginger, beer, fruit and other foods shouted at the top of their lungs, causing the passers-by to slow down.

At this time, it was already above five o'clock, and many people returned to Iron Cross Street. The road began to be crowded, and some children were mixed together, looking at all this coldly and looking at all their pockets.

Klein often comes here to buy cheap cooked food. He used to live in a nearby apartment and knew the status of the place quite well, so he opened his mouth to remind him:

"Beware of the thief."

Leonard smiled and said, "Don't care."

He pulled his shirt, adjusted the gun bag, and let the revolver at his waist be exposed.

Suddenly, the eyes of watching him were turned away, and the pedestrians around him also made a way.

...Clain was stunned for a moment, quickly followed Leonard and Fry, and lowered his head to prevent people who knew him from paying attention to him.

——Banson and Melissa still maintain contact with some of their former neighbors, after all, they didn’t move far enough.

Through the area of ​​street vendors, the three of them entered the real Iron Cross Street.

Passers-by here are all wearing old and tattered clothes, and are both alert to the appearance of strange and glamorous people, and show greed, as if staring at a corrupt vulture, and may attack at any time, but Leonard's revolver effectively prevents all accidents.

"Let's start with the death of last night, starting with Mrs. Lawes who made a matchbox." Leonard looked through the information and pointed at a distance, "First Floor 134..."

As the three of them moved forward, the ragged children quickly hid on the side of the road, staring at them with blank, curious and scared eyes.

"Look at their arms and legs, they are like matchsticks." Leonard sighed and took the lead in entering No. 134, which has three floors.

The gas mixed with various smells suddenly penetrated Klein's nostrils. He could vaguely distinguish the smell of urine, the smell of sweat, the smell of moistness, and the smell of burning coal wood.

Unable to help but raise his hand to cover his nose, Klein saw Beach Mountbatten waiting here.

The sheriff in charge of the surrounding neighborhoods, with a brown beard, was full of flattery for Leonard, who showed his identity as an inspector.

"Sir, I've let Lawes wait in the room." Beach Mountbatten smiled in a slightly sharp and unique voice.

He obviously did not recognize the much more energetic and decent Klein, who only cared about pleasing the three commanders and led them into the Rauves' house on the first floor.

This is a single room house. On the inside, it is against the two-story high and low beds. On the right is a table with paste, cardboard and other items. In the corner, there are baskets filled with matchboxes. On the left is a ragged cabinet, which contains both clothes and tableware.

There were stoves, toilets, a small amount of coal, wood and other things on both sides of the door. There were two dirty floors in the center. A man was sleeping in a rotten quilt, making people almost unable to get off.

On the lower bunk of the high and low beds, a woman was lying there, her skin was cold and gloomy, and she had obviously lost all her life.

Next to the corpse, there was a man in his thirties with greasy and messy hair. His expression was depressed and his eyes lost their lust.

"Lawes, these three police officers are here to check the body and ask you something." Beach Mountbatten shouted loudly, without even caring about the fact that there are still people on the ground.

The listless man looked up weakly and asked in surprise:

"Didn't you checked this morning? Have you asked?"

He was wearing a gray-blue worker uniform with traces of sewing on it.

"If you ask you to answer, you will answer, there are no so many questions!" Beach Mountbatten scolded the other party fiercely, and then smiled at Leonard, Crane and Fry, "Sir, that is Lawvis, and his wife, the deceased, was born in the bed. After our preliminary examination, he died of sudden illness."

Klein and others stepped on their toes and walked from the gap between the floor to the edge of the bed.

Fry, who had a high nose, thin lips and a cold temperament, did not speak, but just patted Lawvis softly, signaling him to get out of the way so that he could check the body by himself.

Klein looked at the sleeping man on the ground and asked in confusion:

"Who is this?"

"I, my tenant." Lawvis scratched his scalp and said, "This room costs 3 sulle 10 pence a week. I am just a dock worker. My wife made a basket of matchboxes to get two and a quarter pence. One basket has, 1, 130 boxes or more. We, we have children. I can only rent the spare place to others. A floor shop only needs 1 sulle a week..."

"I have a tenant who helps with the setting in the theater. He will not rest before 10 o'clock in the evening, so he sold the right to use the floor during the day to this gentleman, who is the one who guards the theater gate at night. Well, he only needs to pay 6p per week..."

Listening to the other party's nagging introduction, Klein couldn't help but look at the basket in the corner of his eyes.

1 basket with more than 130 boxes, only 2.25 pence is earned, and the price is about two pounds of black bread... How many baskets can I make in a day? (Note 1)

Leonard looked around and asked:

"Is there anything unusual about your wife some time before her death?"

Lawvis, who had answered similar questions, pointed to his left chest and said, "Since last week, well, maybe last week, she often said that it was stuffy and couldn't breathe."

There are signs of heart disease? Normal deaths? Klein interjected:

"Have you seen her death?"

Lawvis recalled:

"After the sun set, she stopped working. Candles and kerosene are much more expensive than matchboxes... She said she was very tired and asked me to talk to her two children. She took a break first. When I looked at her again, she had already stopped breathing."

Speaking of this, Lawvis's sorrow and pain can no longer be concealed.

Klein and Leonard asked several questions respectively, but failed to find unnatural and abnormal factors.

After looking at each other, Leonard spoke:

"Mr. Lawvis, please go out and wait for a few minutes. We will do an in-depth examination of the body, and I don't think you would like to see the next picture."

"Okay, OK." Lawvis stood up in a hurry.

Beach Mountbatten walked to the side, woke up the tenant at the sleeping shop, and rudely drove the other party out, while he closed the door and guarded outside.

"How is it?" Leonard looked at Fry.

"Diet from heart disease." Frye said with certainty with his hands back.

Klein thought about it, took out half a penny denomination copper coins, intending to make a quick decision.

"'Mrs. Lawvis' heart disease is affected by extraordinary factors'? No, this is too narrow, and the answer is easy to mislead... Well, 'Mrs. Lawvis' death is affected by extraordinary factors'...this is!" He whispered silently as if thinking, and quickly determined the divination statement.

While reciting, Klein came to Mrs. Lawvis's body, his eyes turned deeper, and the coin popped up.

When the lingering sound echoed, the brass-colored coins rolled and fell, and stopped steadily in his palm.

This time, the king's avatar faces upwards.

This shows that Mrs. Lawvis' death is indeed affected by extraordinary factors!

Note 1: At the end of the Victorian era, a basket was 144 matchboxes, and the labor fee was 2.25 pence, and the limit for a woman to be busy from morning to night was 7 baskets.
Chapter completed!