Lord of the Mysteries

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The bells that were pulled by the ropes swayed and spread the sound throughout the spacious but relatively empty living room.

Sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper, Klein stood up and studied the investment opportunities. The white shirt with the black vest was not tied, and he was very casual at home.

The first single commission of my detective career? However, I can't always wait at home, waiting for the task to come to the door, um... I have to get a message book hanging at the door, with a water-absorbing pen, so that customers can write down the time of the visit again, let I am prepared in advance... But for a new detective who has no reputation for entering the market, basically it is not the next time... Hey, can only be a little troublesome, whether there is a commission on the day of divination every morning, at what time period To arrange this... Of course, this may miss the task of the commissioner being a powerful person. Well, miss it and miss it. Big probability is a good thing...

Klein wanted to walk to the door, without the need to pass the cat's eye, the image of the outside visitors naturally appeared in his mind:

One is an old lady wearing a black plush bonnet. Her back is slightly awkward, her face is deep and wrinkled, her skin is dry and yellow, but the dark dress is formal and decent.

Her horns are all white, and the blue eyes are quite fascinating. At this time, the young man next to him is screaming at him to pull the doorbell again.

The young man is in his 20s and has a pair of eyes similar to the old lady. In the colder weather, he wears a black double-breasted long dress that is popular in the Bakerland gentleman class, wearing a half-high silk hat. In the banquet-like bow tie, it seems that any scene at any moment will not relax the requirements of oneself.

With the premonition ability of the "Clown", before the bell swayed again, Klein twisted the handle and opened the door. He smiled and said:

"Good morning, madam, sir, today is a good day. I have seen the sun for five minutes until now."

He spoke the weather in a slightly exaggerated way, which is the popular topic of Beckland's popularity for hundreds of years.

"Yes, it is always shy to hide behind the fog and the clouds, and has been reluctant to come out." The old lady agreed to the position.

The young man asked:

"You are Sherlock. Moriarty detective?"

"Yes, do you have anything to entrust? Sorry, please come in, let's talk to the sofa." Klein leaned over the body, letting the passage open and pointing to the hospitality area.

"No, no." The old lady said a little sharply. "I don't want to waste a little time. My poor Brody is still waiting for me to save it!"

"It?" Klein noticed the most important pronoun, and suddenly had a bad feeling.

Young people dressed very formalally must nod their heads:

"Brodi is a cat raised by my grandmother Doris. It was lost last night. I hope that you can help us find it. We will live at the end of this street. I am willing to pay 5 Su for this. Le's reward, of course, if you can finally prove that you spend more time and energy than this, I will compensate you extra."

Looking for a cat? The reason why I entrusted me is because it is in the same street, very convenient... Klein thinks this is not the detective career he imagined.

This makes me look like a clown... Well, the first business to open the door can't be turned down. This is from the divination point of view... He has been indulging for a few seconds:

“Can you describe it in detail?”

The old lady too much Lisi grabbed before the young man spoke:

"Brody is a cute, lively black cat. It is very healthy. It has beautiful green eyes. I like to eat cooked chicken breast. Goddess, it went out like last night. No, it must be Lost, I put a lot of chicken **** in its bowl, and I don't want to come back and take a look."

... Klein’s mouth is upturned:

"I am very satisfied with your description, Mrs. Doris."

"I accept this commission, ok, go to your home now, I need to find clues, find traces, you should be very clear, the core of reasoning is the details."

Mrs. Doris did not consult her grandson and immediately nodded:

"You are the most powerful detective I have ever seen, and the deal!"

Klein put on his coat, put on his hat, picked up his cane, and followed Ms. Doris and her grandson to the street.

Unlike Tingen, the roads in many areas of Beckland have been rebuilt with cement or asphalt, and even in the case of rainy weather, it will not be so muddy.

Taking advantage of the old lady's chance to lead the way in front of him, his grandson got together to Klein and pressed down the voice:

"I hope that you can do your best to find Brody."

“Since my grandfather and my parents passed away, it has become one of the pillars of my grandmother's life.”

"After Brody lost, my grandmother's spirit had problems and even produced auditory hallucinations. She always told me that she heard poor Brody screaming."

Klein solemnly said:

"I will try my best, right, I don't know how to call you?"

"Urgen, Jurgen Cooper, a senior attorney," the young man replied. .

Soon, they came to 58 Minsk Street and entered a dark-stained house.

"This is Brodie's bowl, this is its favorite box, it always sleeps here." Doris's wrinkled face is filled with worry and expectation.

Klein squatted and found several black cat hairs from the box.

He straightened his body and held the silver-plated cane with the hand holding the cat's hair.

Klein's eyes turned deep, pretending to look around, silently mourning the divination statement.

His hand quietly left the head but did not completely detach, so that both Jürgen and Doris could not notice the fact that the cane was standing on its own.

Then, the black silver-plated cane slanted to the front side, and the rate of pouring was slow and the amplitude was small.

Klein took the rod again and looked at that direction, carefully watching it for a dozen seconds.

Then he stepped and walked over to an old cabinet.

"Is there a trace of Brodie's departure?" Jurgen asked with concern. The old lady is still waiting for the answer.

Klein didn't answer, half awkward, and opened the bottom door of the cabinet.

Hey!

A black cat smashed out from the inside, and the tail cocked up to its bowl.

"Brodi...when did you get into the cupboard? How could you be locked in the cupboard?" Mrs. Doris shouted in surprise and confusion.

Jurgen looked sideways and looked at Klein:

"How do you know that it is in the cupboard?"

Klein smiled and replied in a low voice:

"This is reasoning."

............

After harvesting the friendship between Mrs. Doris and Jurgen, Klein, who had received 5 Sule rewards, returned to the Minsk Street, which she rented, in the dark sky.

Before he was near, he saw a figure in his door.

Is there a new business? Klein stared at him, only to see a visitor wearing an age-old coat and a dome hat. He was a fifteen-year-old boy.

he? Klein recognized the other boy who was chased by the steam subway on the day he had just arrived in Beckland.

The maturity and calmness he showed at the time made Klein very impressed.

What will be entrusted... Hey, Klein walked over and smiled:

"Excuse me, are you coming to me?"

The big boy was shocked and turned around in a hurry, and there was a fear in the bright red eyes that could not be concealed.

He fixed his mind and hesitated to open his mouth:

"You are Sherlock. Moriarty detective?"

"Yes." Klein looked around and said, "What's the matter, let's go in and say."

"Okay." The big boy did not refuse.

When he entered the house, Klein didn't take off his coat, just took off his hat and put his cane.

He led the big boy to the hospitality area and pointed to the long sofa:

"Please sit down, what should I call you? Do you have anything to trust?"

"You can call me Ian." The big boy looked around again and silenced for a few seconds. "I was hired by another detective, Mr. Zerrell Victor Lee, to help him collect some news and intelligence. ""

Klein sat down and held his hands:

“Your commission is related to your former employer?”

"Yeah." Ian Zheng focused on the head. "I suddenly found myself being tracked a few days ago and tracking it with ill-will, so I thought of a way to get rid of them. I think Mr. Moriarty should see you. In this scene, as soon as I saw you, I recognized that you were the one who looked at me on the subway that day."

... This observation is not much worse than the "audience"... Is it a natural type? Or is it extraordinary? Klein turned on the vision and looked at Ian a few times, not finding anything weird.

He nodded and replied calmly:

"Your response has impressed me."

Ian didn't tangled this thing and continued:

"I suspect that my experience was related to Mr. Zerrell, so I went to visit him at his residence and found that it seemed normal, but many hidden small organs that prompted people to sneak into were touched."

"From that day on, I have never seen Mr. Zerrell again. I suspect he has an accident."

"I tried to call the police, but the number of days he has disappeared has not yet met the requirements. I tried to ask other detectives for help, but they all refused me. The reason is that they just met Mr. Zerrell, at a party of peers. on."

"It surprised me a lot because I contacted Mr. Zerrell in an agreed way but didn't get a response."

"I still insist on my judgment. I am going to ask the detective who Mr. Zerrell doesn't know to help. Well, I don't know about it. I don't know who to look for. I can only understand it through the newspaper, so I found you, Sherlock. Mr. Moriarty."