Lord of the Mysteries

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Jowood District, Hope Road No. 19.

Here, close to the Tsock River passing through Beckland, pedestrians can see the slightly turbid but unusually wide water surface through the gap between the houses.

"Daily Observer" reporter Mike Joseph walked down the carriage and pointed to the three-story gray-blue building in front of him, wearing a black double-breasted long dress next to him, wearing a half-high silk hat and gold-rimmed glasses. Lane Road:

"That is the Golden Rose, the best legal brothel in the area of ​​the Geckhard Bridge in Joawood. It opens every day at three in the afternoon and is open until two in the morning."

The best legal brothel in the Joawood and Beckland Bridge areas? In other words, are these two districts better than it but not legal? Klein silently sighed, aiming at the entrance of the building with a golden rose, without the so-called signboard.

"Is this supposed to be a street girl?" he responded with a mouthful.

"Of course, the grade is higher." Mike took the road and led Klein to the front of the building and pushed in.

As soon as he entered, Klein smelled a slightly pungent mixed scent and heard a soothing but awkward melody.

He instinctively looked around and found that there were black hats and half-high hats on both sides of the entrance and in all corners of the hall. As a legitimate place to operate, these are obviously used to deal with drunks and sluts.

The golden hall is surrounded by a variety of sofas and chairs, and even a piano, and the center is surrounded by dancing places.

At this time, hair color or gold or brown or light yellow or black, dress or complicated or simple or gorgeous a lady sitting in different places, they have mature charm, some shy and tender, some youthful, Some are quite beautiful.

These ladies or squats enjoy the melody, or talk to each other, or read newspapers and magazines quietly, or dance with the men.

Because it was only half past three in the afternoon, there were not many customers, only a few, and at first glance, it was more like a regular dance than a brothel interior scene.

"If at 8 o'clock in the evening, you can see some interesting performances, huh, if there is a lady who is fancy, I used to invite her to dance, ask her price in a beautiful melody, if the two sides can reach an agreement, you You can go to a room on the second or third floor to have a wonderful time. Hey, as long as you are willing to spend money, you can sleep here for a whole night.” Mike left his head and left his head, suddenly disappeared before the calm and Gentleman, became slightly frivolous.

He smiled and walked into the hall, moving closer to a young girl who was young and up to fifteen or six years old.

Is this a nature or a professional performance? Klein looked quite a bit stunned and subconsciously followed Mike. Joseph.

"The victim, Hibel, is only 16 years old. In theory, a girl of similar age and she is more likely to be a friend, know more." At this moment, Mike lowered his voice and explained one sentence.

He immediately picked up the slightly sparse eyebrows and restored the normal volume:

"Which lady did you see?"

"I am just your bodyguard." Klein responded according to normal logic.

Mike slightly nodded, suddenly smiled:

"When I do that kind of thing, I am not used to watching."

"I will stay out of the door." Klein understood Mike's meaning and put on a rigorous and professional attitude.

Mike no longer said more, came to the green girl, bent over and reached for invitation to dance.

At this age, I became a prostitute. Beckland is really glamorous and dirty... Hey, there is a middle-aged gentleman with a very good temperament, and he is both white... Klein drops his hands and stands. I got it right, watching Mike and the green girl squat in the middle with slow dance steps.

After a few minutes, Mike came back and said to Klein a little bit annoyed:

"too expensive."

When the two approached, he whispered again:

"The girl knows Hibel, but the owner, Ms. Lopez, forbids them to communicate with others, otherwise they will be severely punished. God, when it comes to punishment, the poor girl even instinctively trembles, I Imagine how terrible it is."

Klein sympathized but could not sigh and sighed, pressing the voice and asking: "So, what are you going to do?"

"I don't want to be unfortunate for those girls. I plan to go directly to Ms. Lopez." Mike took Klein's shoulder and said, "Protect me!"

Klein leaned over his body and solemnly said:

"If you are in a dangerous situation, you must listen to me."

"Do you understand? Listen to me!"

"Okay, okay." Mike raised his hands to the shoulder and nodded.

During the conversation, he walked to the single-seat sofa in the corner, where he sat with a charming, bright dress and a woman with heavy makeup.

"If you don't want to give up after dancing and lose face in front of those girls, I suggest you talk to Ms. Lopez first and find out the price of different girls." Mike raised his voice.

The lady heard the communication between the two, looked at it from the side, and slowly got up and piled up a smile:

"Good afternoon, two gentlemen, I am Lopez. Do you have a girl who is fancy?"

"Yes." Mike suddenly looked up and down, and chuckled, "I appreciate you."

I also appreciate you... In this place, it’s like going home... Kline’s mouth twitched.

Lopez’s expression was sluggish for a second, and he immediately smirked:

"Sorry, I am not feeling well today. You should know that women are uncomfortable every month."

Seeing no way to turn Lopez into the room, Mike was silent for a few seconds and suddenly became serious:

"Ms. Lopez, I am a journalist. I want to tell you about the situation of Hibel. This is my ID."

Lopez’s face suddenly became gloomy and replied impatiently:

"I have told the police that I know, you should go find them!"

"Hibel is a wandering orphan who was adopted by me. That night, she accepted an invitation from a guest to go to the other's home for the night and die on her way back in the early morning."

"Okay, please leave! Or invite the ladies to dance."

During the conversation, Lopez waved and let the two punchers beside him.

Klein took a step and stopped in front of Mike Joseph, guarding him back to the hall. The two thugs saw it and did not drive it directly.

After a few steps, Klein slammed the voice:

"She is lying."

"Hmm?" Mike squinted.

"When she talks, her eyes are very sloping. I don't dare to look at you, but I will look at you quietly. This shows that she is lying and observing your reaction. In addition, her stance is very high-prepared. And it looks very anxious." Klein gave an analysis.

Mike opened his mouth and sighed after a few seconds:

"You really are a big detective. Only with the keen observation and outstanding reasoning ability can you find these useful details."

It’s just because I opened my mind and observed that Lopez’s emotional color is not right... Others are the reason to find afterwards... Klein smiled and said:

"Thank you for your compliment, we should go."

Mike Joseph looked back at Lopez and found that she was heading to the side door of the hall, and seemed to be going to her own lounge, which was in the corner of the corner, very deserted nearby, and could not be seen in many places in the hall. The thing, it is also guarded by two beaters outside.

"Maybe, we should follow Ms. Lopez and observe her reaction afterwards. Maybe the anxiety just made her do something..." Mike suddenly looked at Klein and said, "You can solve those two fights very quickly." ?"

"Sir, I am only responsible for protecting you, and it is illegal." Kline smiled and responded.

"I add money! According to the fighting, a total of 5 pounds! If we flee, there is a fight, it is 10 pounds!" Mike Joseph bit his teeth.

"The deal!" Klein took the initiative and shook hands.

Then, the two circled around the circle, avoiding the two former beaters and quietly came to the side door.

"Guests stop, please leave here." One of them took a step forward and stopped Klein and Mike Joseph.

"I'm sorry, we are..." Klein politely bowed and apologized.

At this moment, his right fist punched out and hit the abdomen in front of his eyes.

The beater instinctively grabbed the lower abdomen, his body bent into a bow, and Klein, who was standing up straight, erected his left palm and slammed into the other's head.

Snapped!

The beater fell directly to the ground and fainted in the past, and his companions apparently did not expect such a situation to appear, watching dumbly, and did not have time to respond effectively.

Klein immediately slipped past, stretched his right palm, and left the boxing abdomen.

boom!

The beater slammed down and spit out the undigested food, and Klein pulled back his right hand in time and squatted.

At the same time, his left hand held the other side, let the beater slowly fall to the ground, no sound of plop.

After looking at each other, Klein twisted the handle, pushed the side door open, and flashed in. Mike Joseph buried his body and followed quickly.

Why are you so skilled... You are just a reporter! In Klein's belly, the footsteps were light but the frequency was fast on the floor-floored hallway.

Suddenly, they heard the voice of Lopez:

"Tell Kapyeong, don't give someone over recently!"

Kaping? Give someone? Klein looked at Mike on the side and found him equally confused.

At this time, they heard Lopez's footsteps coming to the corridor.

"Go!" Klein pulled Mike and ran to the entrance without going back. He ran out.

In this process, he closed the side door and broke the lock so that the people inside would not come out for a while.

Then, the two of them packed up and walked through the hall, and approached the exit, and grew up in the vaguely angry voice.

When he came to the street outside, Mike breathed a sigh of relief and sincerely praised:

“I have experienced a lot of similar scenes, but I have never been as simple and relaxed as I am today.”

"Thank you, I have to go back and find out who Kapyeong is."

While speaking, he took out his wallet and took a five-pound note, muttering:

"But frankly, your price is really expensive, which is equivalent to my salary for most of the week."

"But you can reimburse, isn't it?" Kline's mouth replied, and then asked with some concern. "You are not afraid that Lopez will find your newspaper according to your documents and call you to arrest you?"

"That is a fake document." Mike Joseph spread his hand in a familiar manner.

"..." Klein can only admire deeply.

After seeing Mike get off the bus, he walked diagonally across the street, waiting for the public carriage, and paying close attention to whether anyone was chasing it out.

Just then, a rental carriage slowly came over and stopped in front of him.

A middle-aged man in a black coat walked out of the compartment and nodded to Klein.

He was blue-faced and his face was white, and it was the old gentleman that Klein saw in the golden rose.

He is not a customer of Golden Rose... Like us... Klein suddenly flashed such a realization.

"Hello, I am the detective Essinger Stanton who assisted the police in handling this case. Can we have a chat?" The middle-aged man pointed to the carriageway.

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