Chapter 122: Chapter 122: Target Building
2 Daffodil Street. Inside the living room that was painted with the luster of dusk.
Klein stood in front of the oriel window as he said to Frye and Leonard. "My divination revealed something. I saw a grayish-blue two-story building in my dream. The windows on the first floor were all shut; it was surrounded by brown soil without any greenery or flowers and had a gloomy garden. A characteristic that can be used to identify it is a slightly broad nearby river. It might be the Tussock River or Khoy River."
The Tussock River was the biggest river in the Loen Kingdom, coming down from the northwest where the Mirminsk mountain was. It flowed towards the southeast, passing by the Midseashire, Awwa County, and then through the capital, Backlund, and into the sea near Pritz Harbor.
The locations where it converged in Tingen City included the southwest corner of the West Borough and the harbor in the South Borough. The source of the Khoy River came from the northern York Mountain as it passed through the university district in the East Borough and locally merged with the Tussock River.
Those were the two main rivers around Tingen. The rest could only be considered streams, and none of them had an expansive water surface.
"Perhaps we can narrow down the possible locations of the target." Leonard said. Since there were no other clues, the process of elimination was the only efficient method.
"How do we narrow down the possibilities?" Klein asked.
Leonard chuckled. "A criminal with a plan and a goal would select targets somewhere far away from the location of his altar. This is a result of their natural instinct—to be safe. Only when there weren't many soon-to-be-dead people left in the areas far from his altar would he consider the nearer targets. So, we should read through the information again, excluding the areas where the number of death incidents rose rapidly above average standards.
Klein's eyes lit up. "Brilliant conjecture!" At the same time, he sighed inwardly. He really didn't have the talent to be a detective.
Frye nodded and picked up the documents on the coffee table and started reading them again. "There really is such a region, and there's only one possibility."
"Which area?" Klein asked.
Frye passed the stack of information to Leonard. "West Borough."
"I agree," Leonard echoed.
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A two-wheeled carriage slowly drove along the muddy road. Beside it, the red and orange glow of the sunset reflected off of a broad river that was colored with the twilight radiance of the sunset.
Klein and Frye looked out the windows from both sides of the carriage, inspecting one house after another, searching for a grayish-blue house with a dilapidated garden.
Leonard leisurely leaned against the wall of the carriage as he hummed a popular local tune. The dim scenery flew past, and Klein caught sight of a grayish-blue two-story building.
"Found it!" Klein said.
Frye and Leonard looked out the window. As the carriage drew closer to the building, the dark curtains that were drawn on the first floor appeared before the three Nighthawks' eyes.
Klein didn't even need to divine whether they had the right building; he was certain that it was the building that he saw in his dream.
The carriage passed the target and continued away from it. When they could no longer see the building, Leonard told the driver to stop the carriage.
"Klein, return and tell the Captain to come here for assistance." Leonard snapped his fingers.
"You just started combat training, and your job is a support role." Frye added.
A person that could kill so many people without being noticed won't be an easy opponent.
Klein looked at Leonard, then at Frye, before saying, "Be careful."
"Don't worry, I cherish my life a lot. Until the Captain arrives, we'll only keep watch." Leonard said.
Klein took out a copper penny. "Let me divine once for you."
"What will happen here will lead to a good outcome." He chanted and flipped the coin.
The coin flipped into the air, then landed firmly in Klein's palm. It was the King's head.
"It's only a blurry symbol, so there are other interpretations. The most important thing is to be careful and prudent at all times," he explained.
Leonard had already turned around and jumped off the carriage. Frye also got off with his suitcase.
Watching both his teammates head towards the building, Klein told the driver, "Zouteland Street."
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36 Zouteland Street.
When Klein entered the Blackthorn Security Company, it was unusually quiet and dim.
Dunn was sitting on the sofa in the guest area.
"Found any clues?" Dunn asked.
"Yes, we..." Klein explained his confirmation via divination and the subsequent discovery of the house. As for Leonard's confidence and the uniqueness that Leonard had discussed, they were unimportant and obviously not worth mentioning.
Dunn cut in from time to time. When the briefing ended, he stood up and walked towards the door before pausing. "I almost forgot; you stay here just in case there are any emergencies here."
"Alright." Klein nodded. At this time, other than Kenley, who was on duty guarding Chanis Gate, the other Nighthawks were busy in the field.
"No, actually lock the door and follow me. Heh, we won't need you to join the battle. First, you can get a sense of the atmosphere, and second, we might require the assistance of ritualistic magic during the final search or inspection. Remember, until everything is over, you have to be at least fifty meters away. You cannot get close to the building!"
Klein nodded. "Alright!"
...
The sun sank beneath the horizon, and the surging Tussock River turned silent. Dark clouds obscured the crimson moon, making the grayish-blue two-story building look hidden in the shadows.
Klein watched Dunn, Leonard, and Frye move carefully towards the target building, blending into the darkness.
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On the second floor of the grayish-blue building, in the bedroom without any lights.
A gentle and young maiden was seated before her dressing table, looking carefully at her face after a complicated skin care routine. Next to her was a silver mirror, its surface coarsely ground, almost unable to reflect a figure.
Suddenly, a stream of crimson liquid seeped out from the mirror. The expression of Trissy grew grave. She stood up, walked to the window, and carefully looked out.