Lord of the Silver Crow

In the morning, south of Phoenix Road, east of Huogang Road, Kospar Street.

This is how it is read in Catsian, but in fact, it is still inseparable from "fire".

"Kesper" means "spark" and "Mars" in Catsian.

However, this is not important.

With the help of the gatekeeper's mask, Yago, who was transformed into Erdans, glanced at this north-south street. Compared with the clean and tidy new business district, it looked very messy.

No, it should be said, not bad.

He still vaguely remembered the "trophies" of his shoes when performing patrols on the west bank of the Grey Crystal River.

Six or seven cigarette butts, meat froth that looks like a pie, toothpicks, chewed tobacco, and shredded paper.

Although it cannot be said to be clean here, at least it can be seen that it is being cleaned up, which is better than there.

Thanks to the propaganda of the Steam Church?

Compared to the certain cross church that took the lead in killing cats and causing mice to overflow in his previous life, churches in this world, no, should be strictly limited to steam churches, and the image is still relatively positive.

Progress, technology, science...

If the attributes of the church are removed, then an advanced scientific and technological organization will be properly established.

Of course, he did not come here as a street health inspector.

Turning his head slightly, Yago glanced at the signs next to the door, his eyes fixed on one of them.

"The top floor of Hardman's photo studio."

Lifting his head, Yago moved his gaze to the top floor of the four-story building.

A slightly strange phenomenon is that the buildings near the Steam Church, or near the factory complex, that is, the southeast side of Di Lud City, are generally taller than other areas.

reason? Yago did not study, nor did he intend to study.

Without pause, he walked directly into this four-story old building with a mixture of Gothic and Romance styles.

After walking up the stairs that resembled an apartment to the fourth floor, Yago entered the Hardman photo studio.

A big boy in an old coat and brown cap that didn't fit well received him:

"Hello! Sir! Do you need a photo inside or outside..."

"Do you still need employees here?" He interrupted bluntly before the handsome boy finished.

The big boy was a little stunned. After a while, he responded:

"Sir, I have not heard that Mr. Hardman is recruiting employees..."

Before Yago could respond, he continued:

"I'm going to ask Mr. Hardman, please wait a moment."

After the polite boy finished speaking, he bowed, then turned and ran to another room.

Listening to the cries of "Mr. Hardman" that were gradually going away, Yago turned his eyes around boredly.

The decoration is quite ordinary, there is nothing special, but on the wall behind the counter where the big boy is, there are many pictures for display.

Some of them are photos of people, and there are also many photos of architectural scenery.

However, at this moment, he was slightly surprised to discover something.

Among the pictures shown on the wall, there is a building he is familiar with.

Old Fast House.

This is a coincidence.

However, without waiting for him to study carefully, the footsteps gradually approached along with the conversation.

It's a middle-aged man wearing a heavy woolen coat and a half-height black top hat. No, it's just worrying about her hair volume. He should be only 30 or 40 years old.

Glancing at the other party's bald forehead under the half-height black top hat, Yago said in his heart.

"Hello, sir, thank you for coming, but I have no idea of ​​recruiting employees..."

After that Mr. Hardman wore a straight hat, he spoke with a rather top hat attitude.

At this moment, the polite boy seemed to think of something, glanced at the brass wall clock on the wall, and walked out of the photo studio.

......

And as he walked down the second floor of the stairs, a young man wearing a deerstalker hat came on his way. When he passed by the older boy, he reached out and put his arm around the other's shoulders:

"Hey, little York, where are you going?"

"Mr. Charrick! Hello!" The big boy was taken aback for a moment, and then hurriedly said, "It's already ten o'clock, I'm going to buy breakfast for Mr. Hardman."

Mr. Hardman always eats breakfast around ten o'clock.

"But what are you here for?" York seemed to think of something, "have you not found a job yet? Mr. Hardman will not hire people anymore. Although Mr. Hardman is very gentle, his requirements are also very strict. , No one can convince him."

"I know, little York."

The young man called Charrick smiled helplessly: "You don't need to find a chance to show off that you have passed Mr. Hardman's request."

After finishing speaking, he patted the other party's cap without angrily, and raised his head in an authentic manner:

"I have become a detective now!"

"Detective? The one not commissioned?"

The big boy York blinked his eyes, his delicate face matched the slightly damaged words, and he looked a little black.

"Indeed, because of the popularity of detective novels, many detective agencies have recently appeared, but I can guarantee you! Our Black Butterfly Agency is qualified!"

The young man named Charrick seemed immune to the camouflaged face of the big boy in front of him.

However, he didn't say much, and went straight to the topic:

"Is Mr. Hardman here? I have something to do with him."

"Yes, he is talking to a gentleman who is looking for a job."

After swallowing the words "Black Butterfly is really a good name, but maybe you need a dress", the big boy York shrugged:

"Obviously, it will be over soon. You can go straight up. I will buy breakfast for Mr. Hardman first."

After speaking, he trot all the way down the stairs and gradually disappeared from the youth's vision.

The young man didn't think too much, he straightened his deerstalker hat and walked up to the fourth floor.

As soon as he entered the photo studio, he heard laughter:

"Next work hard, Adams, I'm short of a man like you."

Charrick was taken aback for a moment, and after confirming that the words came from the demanding Mr. Hardman, he couldn't help but stared.

However, afterwards, he heard a sentence:

"If I am not a forensic doctor, my experience can only come in handy when it comes to putting makeup on the deceased."

Forensic? Put makeup on the deceased?

It is not uncommon to put makeup on the deceased. Many photo studios have this kind of business, and Hardman photo studios also do it.

It's just that this work is usually done by Hardman himself...

Although a little surprised, Charrick didn't think there was anything wrong.

After thinking about it, he stepped forward and greeted Mr. Hardman with a smile on his face:

"Mr. Hardman, something..."

.......

What a coincidence.

Yago, who helped carry Mr. Hardman and the wooden box, looked at the youth beside him with some sigh.

"Black Butterfly Office."

He really did not expect that he would meet an employee of the Black Butterfly Firm.

Unexpectedly, on the first day he officially acted as the enchanter, he met an employee of Black Butterfly.

After the other party noticed his gaze, he just gave a dry smile:

"Mr. Adams, it may be more difficult to organize the body of this murder."