"Good," Charles said, a smile playing on his lips, pleased with Klein's choice. He took a document from a nearby drawer and handed it to Klein.
"The person who owes us money is Emlyn White. He owes us over 1200 pounds and was supposed to pay it off a week ago."
Emlyn White… Klein examined the photo on the document:
A feminine appearance and decent attire.
Such a person really didn't look like they couldn't afford to pay. Could it really be a provocation against the guild?
"His home address and other information are all on it." Charles intertwined his fingers and rested them on his chin. "You just need to find him within three days and bring him back."
"I'll do my best," Klein nodded.
Charles suddenly leaned forward and instructed Klein, "Oh, right, if you find him, remember to tell him that due to his breach of contract, we've decided to dispose of those 'treasures' he temporarily mortgaged with us."
"What are 'treasures'?" Klein was a bit confused.
"You don't need to know. Just tell him that."
...
After Klein left, Bart's burly figure emerged from a hidden door, bringing with him a scent of leather mixed with tobacco.
"What do you think of Sherlock?" Charles asked.
"Definitely a Beyonder."
"I know, otherwise I wouldn't have actively recruited him in the first place." Charles glanced at his subordinate. "I'm asking if you think he meets the Shawshank Firm's standards?"
Bart thought for a few seconds before replying:
"I think… he should."
Bart wasn't stupid. His superior had given the other party such a generous reward, which clearly showed how highly he thought of Sherlock. He just needed to agree with his superior's thoughts.
"Hmm… then let's see if he can find that Vampire." Charles put down the document in his hand and leaned back in his chair.
"The Shawshank Firm really is something. Even though those Vampires are as annoying as those nobles in their Pride, they always accommodate them… Sigh…"
Listening to Charles's words, Bart suddenly realized something and quietly asked:
"Director, that Vampire wouldn't be you intentionally…"
"Uh~ What did you say?" Charles tilted his head, seemingly not hearing his subordinate clearly.
"Nothing."
...
Bayam, Sycamore Avenue.
"Strange, where is he?"
"He was just here a moment ago?"
Several pirates tracking Luo En looked at the empty alley, their faces full of questions.
"Damn it! I clearly saw that kid run this way!" The leading pirate kicked the wall fiercely.
He turned and glared at his subordinates: "A bunch of good-for-nothings! You can't even keep an eye on one person!"
"Boss, we really saw…"
"Shut up! Go find him!"
...
"Bang!"
"Damn it, how did opening a Door against the corner of the wall make me drop straight down?"
"Is this a basement?" Luo En patted the dust off his forehead, looking a bit disheveled.
"This broken talisman…" He rubbed his lower back and stood up, looking up at the two-meter-high ceiling—there was only a vanishing crack left.
Luo En, who had just realized he was surrounded, used a "Door" talisman he had bought a long time ago in Tingen. He opened a Door into a seemingly empty house nearby.
But because it was his first time using it and he wasn't very skilled, the Door opened at the corner of the wall, and the Door directly became a pit in the ground.
'It looks like no one has been here for a long time.' Luo En surveyed the environment of what appeared to be a basement room.
"Lachi, are you alright?" Luo En gently patted his satchel, but received no response.
"Meow!"
The Orange Cat had somehow already squatted not far away, leisurely licking its paws.
"You're quite clever…"
Luo En activated his Spirit Vision and scanned the surroundings.
In his faint blue vision, there were only bare concrete walls and a few cobwebs.
He couldn't hear any movement upstairs either, so it seemed this was indeed an unoccupied house… Luo En made his judgment.
He went to the basement door, gripped the doorknob, and pulled hard—it didn't budge.
"Hmm?"
Luo En frowned, grabbing the doorknob with both hands and pulling hard, but the Door remained motionless.
"Damn it…" He stepped back two paces and stretched his shoulders. Although the Monster Pathway wasn't known for strength, a sequence 8's physical quality shouldn't be unable to open a mere Door.
"Ah…"
"This Door is really sealed tight!"
"Meow…" Lachi squatted nearby, tilting her head to look at him.
"Don't worry, I'll try again." Luo En gritted his teeth. This time, he braced his feet against the wall and pulled the doorknob back with all his might.
"Click!"
The lock finally broke under the strain. Luo En looked at the Door he had forcibly pulled open—the door panel was thick, the lock intricate, looking out of place in this empty basement.
It felt like a case of "protesting too much."
Could it be that something was hidden in this basement?
No, my Spirit Vision didn't reveal anything, and there were no boxes or anything like that in the basement.
Forget it, it's someone else's house, I can't control how they decorate it… Luo En cast aside some inappropriate thoughts and gently pushed open the basement Door. A ray of light shone in.
"Sorry about this. If I get the chance, I'll come back and compensate for this Door," Luo En mumbled, looking at the Door he had broken.
After confirming there was no movement upstairs, Luo En turned and called out, "Lachi, we…"
Before he could finish, he noticed the Orange Cat had something in its mouth.
Approaching, Luo En found that it seemed to be a leather bag.
"Where did you get that?" He squatted down and took the leather bag from Lachi's mouth.
The cat's tongue took the opportunity to lick Luo En's hand a few times, making him feel ticklish.
The moment he opened the buckle, a stack of documents slipped out. Using the faint light coming from the doorway, Luo En recognized them—these were property deeds!
Luo En was incredibly surprised. These few pieces of paper were proof of ownership of the house, commonly known as property deeds.
And there was more than one!
"Let me see, Bayam Sycamore Avenue…"
"Numbers 12 to 16 are all here."
"It seems this house is one of them." Looking at the documents in front of him, Luo En fell into thought. He thought of a problem.
Such important documents couldn't just be casually thrown on the ground.
"Uh…"
He remembered his "Door Talisman," and a reasonable conjecture emerged in his mind.
"Could it have been buried in the wall, and brought down with me when I used 'Door'…?"
"There's no name on the documents either. Could it be black market property?"
"Sigh, I don't know whose unlucky person's it is."
Luo En, with a string of questions in his mind, suddenly made a joke:
"By the way, what would happen if I took these documents?"
...
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Danitz ran desperately, the scene before him already blurring.
"Damn that Steel.
How did he find out about me so quickly?"
"The contact point has also been compromised."
"Cough, cough…" Danitz coughed up a mouthful of blood, his steps becoming increasingly unsteady.
"No, I can't die like this…"
"I haven't been able to go back yet… to prove to the old man…"
The intense pain from his wound gradually blurred his consciousness. In a daze, he remembered the figure who had played tricks on him twice.
Monchi Brandu.
Although he was a rookie, he should be a good person. As long as he found him, he could pass on the information.
...
"Meow!"
"Quiet, Lachi. Those people might still be nearby."
Luo En, having escaped from Sycamore Avenue Number 13, vigilantly observed his surroundings, his "Phantom" ready to strike.
"Bang!"
A figure suddenly stumbled out from around the corner, falling heavily to his knees.
"It's you… Thank goodness…"
"Be careful…" Danitz struggled to lift his head, "'Steel'…"