Lord of the Mysteries

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"Have you seen a teenage boy? Wearing an old coat!" One of the men who rushed into the carriage, looked at the flight attendant in disgust.

Klein used the corner of his eye to sight the other side's skinny and fine, the skin color was like the long-term exposure to the sun, and the eye socket was much more depressed than the normal Lun kingdom.

Plateau people? Or mixed? He looked down thoughtfully.

In the middle of the northern continent, at the beginning of the Hornaces Mountains, it is a dry plateau. It belongs to the Fenetport Kingdom. It is attributed to the Republic of Tees to the west and to the Kingdom of Lun near the east. The aborigines are thin. Barbarism, but brave and brave, has been one of the most troublesome problems in the three countries for a long time. However, with the improvement of gunpowder weapons and the changes in the form of war, these plateau people finally recognized the reality and completely surrendered.

A large part of them left the plateau, entered Beckland, entered Trier, entered Fenetport, and entered the bustling cities and ports of the North Continent. Some worked as workers, while others became fresh blood of local gangs. Dare to fight and dare to kill, not afraid of big things.

The flight attendant was a man in his twenties. He whispered his body and pointed to the direction of the third-class carriage:

"I saw... he went there."

The first person wearing a black jacket and a half-high hat nodded invisibly, led several accomplices, and rushed to the third-class carriage, without any scruples about the eyes of the surrounding passengers.

If I were the boy, I must have got off the third class at this time... Klein looked at the newspaper and thought about it.

After more than a minute, the whistle of "呜" sounded and the door of the carriage slowly closed.

When the steam subway started to run from slow to fast, at this time, Klein suddenly touched and looked up at the door leading to the other second-class cars.

The fifteen-year-old boy who wore an old coat, a dome hat, and an old satchel was slowly walking into the carriage.

His face is green, his facial features are delicate, and his bright red eyes are calm and serious.

"...is terrible, this is the car that got off the third-class car, and it was in a first-class car position around the circle? Are you afraid that the chaser and the accomplices will wait in the subway station?" Klein was a little surprised and felt The way the big boy handles things is quite mature and quite cautious, much stronger than many people in their twenties.

Slightly rubbing the left tooth, he quietly turned on the vision, swept the big boy and saw that his body was in a state of exhaustion, his mood was tense, but he still maintained the blue of calm thinking.

Not simple... From the age point... Klein silently swears and continues to look down on his own newspaper.

The big boy didn't realize that he had been examined by the extraordinary, and went to the third class again.

The next journey was calm and calm, and Klein arrived in one of the three subway stations in the Jowood area after more than 20 minutes.

He took another ten-minute taxi ride and finally found Minsk Street. According to the description in the newspaper, he came to No. 15 next door on the 15th and rang the doorbell.

Cloth! Cloth!

As the bells in the house reverberated, a mechanical bird with a good shape was not seen on the door. It had to be slap-sized, composed of gears and other parts, and constantly nodded, giving a cuckoo-like sound.

A very good toy, that is, the workmanship is rough... Klein pertinently evaluated it.

After a dozen seconds, the dark door was opened, and a young woman wearing a black and white maid's skirt looked at Klein Road with caution:

"What are you doing?"

Klein smiled and lifted the newspaper wrapped in the cane head:

"I came to Mrs. Summer to rent a house. Yes, I haven't rented it yet?"

The full name given in the newspaper is Starling Summer.

"No. Wait a moment." The maid bent down politely.

She rushed in and told the hostess that after a while, she came out again, led Klein into the house, and put his cane and suitcase in the foyer, and put the coat and hat on the coat rack in the same place. on.

The warm air wave came in and dispelled the coldness brought by Klein. His eyes swept away. He first saw the unique structure of the fireplace, saw the red piece inside, and saw the burning smokeless charcoal.

The living room of the Summerer home is quite large, almost equal to the entire floor of the Moretti family, and some places are decorated with decorative carpets and landscape paintings.

The maid took Klein to the sofa area and said to the hostess wearing a pale yellow dress:

"Mrs. The guest is here."

The hostess is about 30 years old, with blond blue eyes, beautiful appearance, well-maintained, and a palace feather fan with silver in her hand.

Because it was in her own home, because the fireplace created a warm environment, she did not wear high-necked clothing, the chest was white and greasy, and the neck was long and smooth.

"Hello, Mrs. Summer." Klein pressed his chest and took a ritual.

Mrs. Summerr smiled and said:

"Good evening, please sit, do you want coffee, or black tea?"

Klein sat on the couch and replied calmly:

"Black tea, thank you."

"Julian, Marquis black tea." Mrs. Summer said to the maid, and her eyes turned slightly. "What do you call you?"

"Sherlock. Moriarty, you can call me Sherlock directly." Klein had long thought of a pseudonym.

At this time, he smelled the smell from the kitchen location and saw the complicated pipes there.

"Oh, this is my husband's design, although his job is the manager of the Coim company, but the amateur is a mechanical enthusiast and a member of the Kingdom Coal Tobacco Reduction Association." Mrs. Summer noted Kline’s gaze, with a smile, explained.

Mrs., I don’t have to introduce it in such detail. I am not coming to kiss you with your husband... Klein spoke a little, and his face smiled without a break:

"Mrs. I want to rent the house on the 15th."

Mrs. Summer is straight and has a beautiful smile:

"Then I have to remind you in advance that there is no such pipe in the house on the 15th. There is no such easy chair, no table, no sideboard with mahogany base, no good ceramic plate, no silver. Knives and forks, no gold-plated tea sets, no detachable carpets..."

She pointed at the things in her house and did the same introduction. At the end, she added:

"It originally belonged to my sister and brother-in-law, but my brother-in-law failed. I can only move to the Southland. They have a plantation in Bailang, but I don't agree with their choice. This is a poor nephew for me. It’s not fair to have a niece, there are no good grammar schools, not even good family teachers.”

Mrs., this is not what I want to know... Kline nodded in earnest:

"In addition to the weather, there is no place in the Southland that compares Beckland."

His attachment made Mrs. Summerr very satisfied, and his eyes turned lightly:

"The house has a three-year lease. I hope that you can pay one-year rent for one year, 18 sule per week, and 1 sule for furniture. I can only charge a deposit for a total of 50 pounds."

Klein shook his head and smiled:

"Mrs. Summer, you should see that I have just arrived at Beckland. I don't know what will happen next. A paying £50 will make my ability to withstand risks. My limit is half a year. 25 pounds."

He also plans to rent another room in the eastern part of Beckland for changing clothes, camouflage, and getting rid of tracing – this is an essential preparation for the things he intends to do.

Starling Summerr gently daggers and asks:

"Have you read a grammar school?"

Klein chuckled:

"Yes, I later learned history myself."

"Do you have proof of identity?" Stalin asked casually.

"I am sorry, I am too rushed from home, forgot to carry, huh, I just forgot to introduce, I am from Kamihain." Klein deliberately used the accent of classmate Welch.

When he first said the word "forget", he remembered Captain Dunn Smith, and his face smiled even brighter.

At this time, the maid Julian came over with a cup of black tea, the porcelain enamel was white, the pattern was classical, and some places were plated with gold.

Klein took a sip and felt that the fragrance was long, sweet and sour, and obviously much better than the Xibo black tea he used to drink.

"Very pure Marquis black tea." He praised it with a description that did not go wrong.

Mrs. Starling Summer's mouth is slightly cocked:

"Then rent it for half a year, 25 pounds."

Klein thanked him for chatting for a few minutes until another maid rummaged through the study.

After signing their respective names, Klein painfully counted 25 pounds of cash and pushed it to Mrs. Summer.

Starling spread out and tried it again, and immediately yanked his chin:

"Mr. Moriarty, are you looking for a job in Beckland?"

"Yes," Klein replied a little blankly.

Starling’s mouth is slightly hooked:

"Then I can give you some advice. The weekly salary is less than 3 pounds. It is very difficult to live in the Jowood area. Your rent, food expenses, tap water gas charcoal costs, transportation costs, etc. add up to a minimum of 2 pounds 5 Sule Believe me, this is Beckland, and the rest will have to consider new clothes and good tableware tea sets... The weekly salary of 3 pounds is a very stubborn bottom line."

"If you can get 5 pounds per week, you can hire a maid, 6 pounds to consider hiring a chef, 7 pounds plus a male attendant, 8 pounds to hire another maid..."

Mrs. Summer, I think you are showing off... I used to pay 10 pounds a week... Klein kept a smile and listened carefully.

At this moment, the door suddenly opened, and a burly man came in. He wore a black double-breasted long dress, the same color leather gloves, and two beautiful mustaches on his lips.

"Luke, this is Mr. Moriarty, he is now our neighbor." Starling Summerer greeted him and introduced.

Luke, who was obviously the male master, took off his coat and handed it to the manservant behind him. He smiled politely:

"Mr. Moriarty, willing to accept the invitation for dinner?"

This is what is the manager of the Coim company, a member of the Lun Kingdom Coal Tobacco Reduction Association... Klein smiles:

"I am sorry, Mr. Summer, I have eaten on a steam train, although the taste is impressive."

After a few words of chilling, Klein, led by maid Julian, left the home of Summer and entered the 15th next door.

The layout is similar to the next door. There is a large living room on the first floor, a nice dining room, two rooms, a bathroom, a basement, a kitchen that extends backwards, and a bedroom on the second floor with four bedrooms. , a sun drying house, a study room, two washrooms, and a large balcony.

"Mrs. said, you can rent some, but you can't give those workers, you can't make it too noisy and too crowded, um... clean quilts and sheets, pillowcases, I will take them later." Maid Julian confessed I returned to the Summer home.

After some cleaning, Klein finally settled in Beckland.

Sitting in the empty living room, he suddenly felt a sense of loneliness, and forced himself to think about what to do next.

Whether he is willing or not, revenge and promotion are not things that can be done in a blink of an eye, so he must have a job that can earn income and avoid the emergence of a financial crisis.

However, the work can not bind him, affecting his actions and arrangements, that is, having enough freedom.

After considering and eliminating the unsuitable occupation, Klein has only three choices left:

The first is to copy the novel and become a writer, but his identity is sensitive. The higher the popularity, the more deadly he can only give up.

The second is to be a journalist. This is a fairly decent job in the contemporary world. If you need a certificate such as a diploma, Klein can only express his helplessness.

In the end, he chose the third occupation:

private detective!

This is also the intention of his previous pseudonym.

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