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"Baron Zaka Norman, and... Hannah Connell?"

Jimmy, who was originally from the Westham militia and now serves as the deputy chief of the Innerdly Public Security Department, leaned over to the desk of Detective Monk, looked down at the names on the note: "These two Moses entered the city yesterday. Are you a Hong Konger?"

"Five to be exact." Detective Monk turned his investigation notes to Jimmy's direction, "Baron Norman brought a butler and two valets."

Jimmy nodded, it's not surprising that nobles travel with entourages: "Who is this Hannah Connell?"

"A salesperson at a high-end jewelry store in Port Moses." Agent Monk said, "This woman's identity information registered on Nancheng Hotel Street said so. I sent a telegram to this jewelry store in Port Moses. Her identity has been confirmed."

After a pause, Agent Monk added: "What she claimed to the hotel is that she has an aunt who lives in Inadoli, and because she has not contacted her for many years, she no longer knows where her aunt has moved. She hopes can find her."

Jimmy stared at the part about Hannah Connell in the investigation notes carefully, and said strangely: "A young woman, who came to the field alone to find relatives who had lost contact?"

Agent Monk took out a pipe from the drawer, lit a match, narrowed his eyes and said, "According to the people in the hotel, it was a young man who sent Hannah Connell to stay in the hotel, that young man The man's accent is like our Innatrix, and from his earnest attitude, he seems to be Hannah Connell's suitor...Our agents are looking for the man's identity."

The common language of the mainland was spread from the north to the south during the last battle of the gods. Because of its simple grammar and concise writing, it was quickly accepted by the southern and eastern countries of the Nabalon continent. Has a local accent.

It’s okay for people in the city to meet and interact with outsiders a lot, and most of them can communicate with each other without any obstacles. If you seldom see outsiders once in a few years, the accent will be quite heavy...for example, the common language in the countryside of Westham , sounds like listening to Indians speaking English.

Jimmy frowned and said, "Hannah Connell doesn't have an accent?"

"Port Moses is a big city. If this Miss Hannah has lived in Port Moses for ten years, no, more than five years, it is normal to have no accent." Agent Monk said seriously, "Of course, it is also possible that this Miss Hannah's background is good... I just don't know if there is such a decent family named Kang Nai in Moses Port."

The lack of accents of metropolitans and refined family speakers does not make Hannah Conner suspicious.

"Okay. What about Baron Norman?" Jimmy said, "What information can be investigated?"

After the access control in the Midtown was cancelled, although people with "shabby" clothes would still look out of place when entering the Midtown, at least the Midtown was no longer an untouchable mysterious area for most people in the city, and it also gave the agents of the Department of Public Security Provides a lot of investigation convenience.

"Baron Norman first visited Mrs. Virgil after entering the city yesterday. She is the widowed baroness on Second Avenue in Midtown. Virgil's family has a leather workshop and a match workshop in the South District, and a tobacco factory and horseshoes in the North District. The tobacco farm in the town is also his family."

Agent Monk showed off his matchbox, which had the Virgil family's surname printed on it.

"Afterwards, the Norman baron did not stay at Virgil's house, but chose to stay in a hotel on Sapphire Street, and sent his servants twice to inquire about vampires and undead on the street." Detective Monk The policeman exhaled the smoke ring and said, "Our detectives took this opportunity to get in touch with the valets. What is certain is that the two valets of Baron Norman are just ordinary people...they were wiped by the bicycles that the detectives were riding. The reaction at that time is exactly the same as that of ordinary people.”

It is difficult to see through the anthropomorphic disguise of a vampire, but it is easy to see through a vampire's blood slave: the blood slave has no pain, even if it loses an arm or a leg, it has no reaction.

Jimmy stroked his chin and pondered for a while, then said with a headache, "Both of them seem to be suspicious...but they can't find anything suspicious."

"Yes, unfortunately we can only wait patiently for their next move." Agent Monk sighed.

When vampires start their activities, they either hurt people or kill people—ordinary people who have their blood sucked will fall into a period of weakness for a period of time, and in more serious cases, they will even suffer a serious illness.

This is something no one wants to see, but there is nothing they can do except wait... Whether it is trying to imprison an innocent young lady looking for relatives, or offending a baron, Agent Monk and Jimmy cannot bear the consequences ——The current city hall has an accountability system, no matter who it is, it has to pay the price for its recklessness.

The backbone of the two security departments was having a headache, and an operator rushed in excitedly: "Deputy Chief Jimmy, Team Leader Monk! The target on Sapphire Street has moved!"

"Has Baron Norman made a move?" Detective Monk cheered up, knocked the tobacco out of the pipe quickly, and got up to get the coat and hat from the coat rack.

Before Agent Monk rushed to the scene to personally monitor, another operator hurried upstairs: "Team Leader Monk, the target in the hotel area has moved!"

Before Agent Monk struggled with his lack of skills, Jimmy immediately said: "You go to Sapphire Street, and I will go to Nancheng District."

Agent Monk knew that Jimmy only had experience in working in the militia, and he didn't care about the difference in positions between the two parties. He told him "don't expose even if you lose your target" and left in a hurry.

Baron Norman came to Innadrie by renting a car by boat. He did not bring a coachman and carriage, and needed to rent another car. When Agent Monk arrived on Sapphire Street, the baron had just boarded the rented carriage and headed for St. Joseph Avenue. direction of travel.

Agent Monk asked his colleagues to walk down the alley to St. Joseph Avenue to wait for pick-up, and he followed up first.

Sapphire Street is the most commercially concentrated area in Midtown. Most of the hotels, hotels, high-end restaurants, high-end stores, high-end clothing stores, member-only clubs open to private people, and ladies’ activity centers are concentrated here. Streets where the middle class and ordinary citizens could come in and stroll around before the access control in the city was lifted—the luxurious life of the rich, if there is no occasion to show off, there will always be something missing.

The festive atmosphere still exists, and there are many carriages traveling on the street. The carriage rented by Baron Norman is not fast, and Agent Monk can keep up with the target while walking on the sidewalk.

Passing by a group of well-dressed ladies traveling with maids, Agent Monk saw Baron Norman's hired carriage pull up in front of a private tobacco club.

Agent Monk continued to walk forward without looking sideways, and when he was about to reach the main entrance of the Tobacco Club, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Baron Norman being helped out of the car by the butler.

Wearing a tailored suit and a fox fur coat, the Baron of Port Moses, with neatly combed hair, a cravat under his Adam's apple and a solid gold pocket watch chain tied to the buttons of his suit, seems to be trying hard He wanted to show his spiritual side, but...his face was a little scary.

His complexion was paler than those well-dressed ladies with heavy makeup who just passed Agent Monk.

Agent Monk passed the carriage without turning his eyes.

When he reached the corner of the street, Agent Monk quickly got into the alley, reversed the reversible coat, put the gray side on the outside, took off his hat, quickly removed the special brim, and put it back on his head .

Back on the street, Agent Monk changed from "a man in a black coat and a bowler hat" to a "man in a gray coat and a little bowler hat".

Agent Monk walked boldly in front of the Tobacco Club gate, and naturally... took out a badge of the Tobacco Club from his pocket, and pinned it on his chest.

An official city hall agent with an annual income of 120 gold coins is eligible to join a private club in Midtown, but as a low-level member, it is difficult to talk to a noble member with status—unless the noble member is useful to you.

The doorman bowed politely to member Monk, and led him into the lobby where ordinary members could come and go.

Monk probed to find a place with a better view and sat down. A waitress in formal attire came over, checked Agent Monk's membership information, and brought him his preferred shredded tobacco and drinks.

As a senior ordinary member, there are still many people who know Munch here. Some of the men playing billiards and darts on the other side of the lobby smiled and waved to Munch.

Munch lit a pipe, took a drink, and walked over in a relaxed manner, chatted with the middle-class people who came to the private club in the Midtown area to develop contacts, chatted, intentionally or unintentionally observed the location of the gate and the stairs leading to the VIP area on the second floor .

Baron Norman is a well-known figure in Port Moses, but there are not many visits to Innatrix. At least Monk, who has been a member of this tobacco club for many years, has never heard of the distinguished guest Baron Norman in this club.

He deliberately left the hotel where he was staying and came here enduring his physical discomfort (doubtful). Obviously... Baron Norman planned to meet someone here.

I just don't know if the person who met Baron Norman has arrived or hasn't come yet...

Agent Monk waited patiently for about ten minutes, and the doorman ushered another person in.

From the corner of Agent Monk's eyes, the corner of his eyes drifted away, and he could not help but be taken aback when he saw the person coming.

Lynch Clark, Captain of the Night's Watch!

It is not surprising that Captain Clark, whose annual salary is much higher than that of the average middle class, appears in a private club in Midtown, but it is a bit strange to appear in a tobacco club-this person does not smoke!

Agent Monk suppressed his doubts and continued to observe cautiously.

The doorman brought Captain Clark to the stairs leading to the VIP area on the second floor and stopped.

Not everyone can enter the VIP area, and the staff in the club cannot come in and out at will.

After a while, a person came down from the second floor, bowed slightly to Captain Clark, and politely invited the Captain of the Night Watch upstairs... and this person was Baron Norman's butler!

Agent Monk was stunned, and the lingering questions about Baron Norman's strange actions were instantly resolved.

The man Baron Norman was meeting with was Captain Clark - he was in trouble and needed help from the Night's Watch.

Baron Norman did not stay at Vergil's house, indicating that his problem may be serious, it may be contagious, or he does not want to be discovered by Mrs. Vergil about his plight-he did not even visit the church on St. Joseph Avenue , obviously, he didn't want his family's private affairs to be known.

Baron Norman sent his servants to inquire about vampires and the undead—he needed to verify whether the undead of Inadrian really had the ability to deal with strange events and dark creatures!

Agent Monk's hand holding the pipe trembled slightly.

Not good... Deputy Chief Jimmy is in danger!