area51novel Chapter 279 Kapin
Chapter 279 Kapin
Chapter 279 Kapin
"How's it going, great detective? Have you found any clues?"
Lorne led Liv and her daughter back to the dilapidated alley.
"There are too many traces here, and they're all very messy. I haven't found any useful clues," Klein shook his head.
Seeing the instant disappointment on Liv and her daughter's faces, he asked again, "Does Daisy have any personal items that she always carries with her? I can borrow a police dog; it has an excellent sense of smell and can find its target by following their scent."
"No." Liv thought about it carefully, and finally shook her head sadly.
Freya's tears flowed uncontrollably once again.
Suddenly, as if she remembered something, her eyes lit up, and she quickly said, "Yes! There is one! Daisy's vocabulary book!"
"A vocabulary book?"
“I’ve got Freya and Daisy going to free evening school,” Liv said in a hoarse voice. “I can keep doing laundry. But they—they can’t keep doing this.”
This mother—she's quite good; she even understands the importance of knowledge. Lorne thought to himself.
You have to understand that in this era, just having the skill of "reading" is enough to put you ahead of a lot of people, and the jobs you can find are completely different from those of illiterate people.
"Take a look at it, it might be useful," Klein said.
"The vocabulary book—it's in our house," Freya said in a low voice.
"We can go back with you. Of course, we can also wait here if you suggest," Klein said.
"We trust you both, please come with us."
Perhaps wanting to save time and get back to washing the mountain of laundry, or perhaps because Lorne and Klein had shown considerable kindness and were trustworthy, Liv ultimately decided to take the two to her home.
It was a clearly dilapidated apartment building. Upon entering, Lorne was immediately hit by the damp smell characteristic of a laundry worker's room. In addition, a mixture of various indescribable odors created a nauseating stench.
Klein and Lorne exchanged a glance but neither spoke.
Freya rushed back to the creaking bunk bed and pulled out a stack of slightly crumpled papers from under the tattered pillow.
Because of the prolonged exposure to this damp environment, the words written in ink on the paper had become somewhat blurred. The edges of the paper also showed obvious wear, as if it had been handled and turned over many times.
Lorne also took two cards and examined them carefully.
The handwriting is nice and elegant.
He wants these—for divination, isn't he? Lorne glanced at Sherlock beside him out of the corner of his eye.
He didn't believe the so-called "police dog" theory. For some extraordinary individuals with special abilities, divination was far more useful than imagined.
"Then I'll get started. The sooner we act, the higher our chances of success," Klein said, flipping through the vocabulary book.
Amidst Liv and her daughter's sincere thanks, Lorne and Klein left the dilapidated apartment building.
Klein glanced at the sky and said to Lorne, "It's getting late, you should go home now."
"I'll investigate it myself."
These words—they don't sound like a lie. He wants to investigate alone? Is he trying to prevent me from seeing him use his extraordinary abilities?—Lorne pondered this, head bowed.
After a few seconds, he looked up with a mocking smile on his face: "Indeed, I'm an amateur, so I won't disturb Detective Moriarty's investigation any longer."
"Good luck."
"Oh, right." Lorne seemed to remember something, turned around, and said again.
"I have a few employees who have recently lost children. If you find anything out, please help them out as well." With that, he handed the other person a business card.
"You can come to this address to find me."
"Employee?" Klein took the business card with some surprise.
"Didn't I tell you that I'm actually the owner of a factory?" Lorne said loudly.
When did you say that?! And why do I feel like you're showing off? — Klein mentally ranted.
So, you're actually a rich guy.
Logert Arms Factory — He glanced at the information on the business card.
However, the factory—Klein suddenly remembered something. When the stock market completely crashes, many factories in Backlund will go bankrupt.
This guy—could he also—
"I've heard that business has been tough lately. A lot of factory owners have gone into the stock market," he said casually.
"That's true. But I don't trade stocks," Lorne shrugged. "So, I don't know what kind of stock market advice you want me to give you."
Now, there are probably few people who know better than me when the stock market will crash—Klein thought to himself, but still breathed a sigh of relief.
After the two separated, Klein stopped after taking only a few steps.
Wait a minute! It seems like I've forgotten something?
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Oh right! Dinner! That guy—he said he'd treat me to dinner!
Klein quickly turned around, only to find that Lorne's figure had already disappeared into the bustling street. The next day, in an inconspicuous little hotel, Lorne held a pendulum and performed a divination.
"Investigating this matter is very risky."
"Investigating this matter is very risky."
"Investigating this matter is very risky."
A moment later, the pendulum swung slightly in a clockwise direction.
This means that there is a risk involved.
If it were just an ordinary gang causing trouble, the risk to me wouldn't be significant right now. Even if they had a few Sequence 9 Beyonders, it wouldn't matter. The fact that this divination result came about indicates that there are at least one Sequence 8 Beyonder among those kidnappers.
"Yote, Nowai, and Kapin—"
These are the names of several mob bosses that Lorne learned from Hugh, who are suspected of being involved in the recent series of kidnappings.
Hugh offered to help with the investigation, but Lorne declined, instead asking her to spend more time near her gun factory to deter any potential gangsters.
After all, Hugh's rank isn't even as high as mine, and her personality is so righteous, or rather—a bit rigid. If I really let her get involved, things might go wrong.
"Mind your own business—what a meddlesome thing to do—" Lorne couldn't help but chuckle at himself, thinking about his still-healing wound. But in the end, he packed his things and prepared to leave.
"what!"
In a filthy back alley, the screams abruptly ceased. Lorne, gripping a gangster by the neck with one hand, slammed him against the damp wall, his eyes icy as he demanded, "Speak! Why did you kidnap those people? Who ordered it? What was your purpose?"
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"Cough—Release, let go—I, I can't breathe—" The man's face turned red and purple, and he kicked his legs wildly. He desperately tried to pry Lorne's arm away, but Lorne's arm was like an iron clamp, not moving an inch.
As darkness grew and breathing became increasingly difficult, he finally spoke.
"I'll tell you—I'll tell you! It's money! It's money! I did it for the money!"
"As long as—as long as you can kidnap one person who meets the requirements, you'll get a reward of 5 pounds!"
"Kapin————"
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Lorne whispered the final name he had extracted from the unconscious gangster.
"5 pounds per person — that's quite a lot."
"Moreover, this price may have gone through layers of exploitation before it reached the lower levels."
"Why does he need so many people? What does he want to do with them?"
That evening, using divination and information gleaned from the gang members, Lorne gradually pinpointed his final target to a detached villa on Iris Street in the Joewood district.
Looking at the villa that still looked magnificent in the night, Lorne frowned slightly.
His "premonition of disaster" was triggered.
But—the spirituality within that villa was unusually chaotic, as if—something was commotion taking place.
"That's strange, why is it so lively in here?"
"What—is there a party inside?"
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