Lord of the Mysteries

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Klein saw Jurgen Cooper in an office at the Les Police Station. The young senior lawyer is still very formal, just like being ready to attend a dinner in the upper class.

The double-breasted black long dress, the hard-necked white shirt, the large bow tie and the shiny leather boots made the police very polite to him.

Jurgen took a half-high silk hat and blue eyes looked at Klein:

"The procedures are all done. You can leave if you pay 10 pounds of bail."

"Thank you." Klein didn't say much. Following the good-looking but sensational Jurgen lawyer came to the police department's financial office, took out the wallet and took two five-pound notes.

At this time, he was fortunate enough to bring all his cash, 95 pounds, to his body, otherwise he might have to borrow from his good neighbor, Jurgen.

Of course, the most serious thing is that if cash is put in the house, after the police search on the spot, there will be no more left in the end. Klein really has no confidence, but he can’t put it on the fog because he might end up with a bribe. Get away.

At present, many newspapers and magazines have been smashing the police. They think that they lack supervision, work is rude, corruption is rampant, they are often blackmailed, fierce and sinister, and Klein does not dare to believe in it, but he does not dare not believe it. After all, the money of Mersor is likely It is cheaper for this police station.

After paying the bail, Klein followed Jurgen out of the police station and was beaten by the cold wind blowing in the face.

"After the case is closed, your bail will be returned to you. Of course, you can't expect them to take the initiative to inform you. Um... After a week, if no one comes to get you back to the police station, you can ask for bail here. Gold. In theory, you can finally get the corresponding compensation, from the other's legacy, if any.” Jurgen walked toward a carriage parked next to it.

The rainy days during the day finally stopped at night, but the red moon was still covered by dark clouds, and only the gas lamps on the streets were shining.

"Okay." Klein almost thought that the 10 pounds would not come back.

He couldn't help but calculate the commission of Ian. He paid 5 pounds, but the room was broken with a lot of furniture and tea sets. He had to buy new ones, or find someone to fix it, plus the costly materials. The expenses of the carriage and the cost of the next clothing repair seem to probably cost a loss...

If the 10 pound bail is not returned, then the loss is big! Um... The extraordinary features left by Mersor are worth a lot of money... Klein boarded the carriage and frowned slightly.

He always thought that the private detectives who used their residences to do office work did not have any entrustment and would not lose money. As a result...

Klein looked at his eyes and sat down with Mr. Jurgen, and sincerely said:

"Thank you, thank you for taking the initiative to bail me, how much should I pay for this?"

Jurgen is very officially in the first place:

"This one is free."

"I heard the Sergeant Fasin said about you, and I believe we will have many opportunities for cooperation in the future."

There are still many opportunities for cooperation in the future... Klein laughs:

"Jurgen lawyer, I think you are cursing me."

Jurgen solemnly shook his head:

"No, it's not what you think. It's normal for private detectives to have a fixed partner."

Sir, you really don't have a sense of humour... Although you look very young... Klein has a few words in his belly and smiles:

“Just I want to find a lawyer to help me draft an investment contract.”

“Investment contract?” Yurgen’s tone of voice slightly stunned.

"I know this is not a private detective, but I happen to have a good investment opportunity." Klein briefly explained, "Jurgen lawyer, according to your fees, how much a contract needs to pay."

“It is generally based on the total amount of the contract and the difficulty level.” Jürgen replied rigorously.

"The total amount is £100, and the required terms are..." Klein described his needs in detail, including first-time subscriptions, negative rights, and so on.

Jurgen pondered for a few minutes:

"2 pounds, I will give you on Monday morning."

"Okay." Klein didn't say much more about it, but instead asked about what happened to Jurgen's case tonight.

Back all the way back to Minsk Street, Klein took the initiative to pay the cost of 3 Soule's rental carriage, bid farewell to the young but serious lawyer, and went to his house.

Opening the door and seeing a messy scene, Klein was tired.

The beginning of his private detective turned out to be a loss.

Just as Klein took off his coat and buried himself in the mess, the doorbell was suddenly ringing.

He opened the door with doubt and saw Julian, the maid next door wearing a black and white dress.

"Hello, Mr. Moriarty, Mr. Summer and his wife want to invite you to talk about things before." Julian said with a little fear.

Come... the problem of compensation... Klein smiled:

"Ok."

He changed his clean, clean coat and followed the maid to the next door. Luke Samuel and his wife, Stalin Samuel, were sitting in the sofa area of ​​the living room.

Luke, who was burly, with two beautiful mustaches, stood up and whispered:

"Good evening, Mr. Moriarty, I actually know that you are a private detective. As a neighbor, it is really unqualified."

"No, it's my own problem, because I don't know if I am suitable for this industry, maybe I will find another job." Klein and the male owner shook hands. "I am sorry about the matter tonight." I will make compensation."

"This is just an accident." Luke said with relief.

The blonde blue-eyed and beautiful Stalin asked curiously:

"You really killed an intruder? Oh, I know you want black tea, right?"

Klein nodded:

"Maybe just a thief."

He did not say that the matter stemmed from the commission he accepted, lest the Samuels have a heart.

Since the police did not tell them, I didn't have to do anything more... Klein silently added one.

Luke Samuel smiled:

"You definitely have excellent fighting skills. As a neighbor, I feel very safe and safe. Maybe we will have something to entrust you in the future."

Klein ridiculed himself half-truthfully:

"Actually, I was almost killed."

"No matter what, the ultimate winner is you," Luke said.

After talking a few words on this topic, Starling took a sip of white porcelain and gold teacup:

“I am very curious, how many commissions can a private detective have in a week, and how much is the income?”

Klein didn't hide, hehe smiled:

"It depends on the situation. It is the same as when there is a bumper harvest in the farmland. I earned 5 pounds and 5 sules last week, but with the last night, maybe, I will lose money."

Starling didn't seem to hear him in the back of the sentence, said:

"If you can maintain this income, £5 a week will give you a pretty good life in Bakerland in the Jowood area. You don't need to rent a room, you can hire a maid to do chores, and listen to the concert every other week. Or watch a drama, play tennis or squash once a week, attend a reading salon, go to a nice restaurant... Of course, if you are already preparing for marriage, you need to save a little, the weekly salary of 5 pounds is really The decent is still worse."

“How much does it cost to get a real decent?” Klein asked.

"7 pounds, at least 7 pounds." Stalin slightly lifted his chin.

Klein turned to look at Luke and said casually:

"I heard from your wife, you are doing things at Coim, don't know what your main business is?"

"Anthracite and charcoal." Luke smiled and replied.

No wonder you can become a member of the Soot Reduction Association... Klein has indulged: "How much will the manager-level salary be in Beckland? I don't mention this in newspapers and magazines."

“Haha, this must look at what industry, what company, and the specific position, the first salary of Beckland Bank’s first salary is 5,000 pounds, and I count the bonus, which is only between 430 and 440 pounds.” Luke said casually. .

That's how the weekly salary is 8 pounds... No wonder... Kline hasn't had time to speak, and Stalin Samuel complained:

"Actually, we can live in the suburbs, then I will have a garden and a lawn, and Luke will also get a stable, buy a new coach and two young horses he has thought for a long time, but this will make him commute It’s a waste of too much time on the journey, which is even more valuable."

A new carriage is about 100 pounds. The weekly salary of 8 pounds is really amazing. Unfortunately, it didn't take long before I got a salary... Klein could only smile.

He chilled a few words, and he left without saying goodbye, and he secretly sighed:

Mr. Summer and his wife are still good people in nature. If they change to a mean-natured landlord, they will go out tonight and deduct the money and let me get out...

Back home, Klein began to work, not eager to look at the warmth of the previous hand on the fog, and did not rush to do divination, because worried that the military special department is still staring at him.

He decided to go to the bar described by Ian to buy guns tomorrow night to deal with attacks that some people might take.

Klein even intends to find a channel to hire bodyguards, extraordinary bodyguards, powerful extraordinary bodyguards, this is the opportunity to not expose themselves to the circle of extraordinary people, and the fear that the ambassador to find the followers have the ability to survive Special department of the military.

Although an extraordinary person in the sequence of 8, a secret "vengeful evil spirit" needs to find a bodyguard, it is a little funny, but for Klein, safety is the most important.

If the price is too expensive, I will blow the copper whistle to find Mr. Azick. Of course, this may be even more dangerous... I don't know enough about the seal "0-08"... Klein muttered silently in the room.

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

After the purification ceremony, the man wearing a white hard shell mask said to Hugh and Foll:

"No matter what evil spirits have been expelled from me, oh, if it reaches the level of evil spirits, so that I can not be expelled, then it will give a response, but not."

During the conversation, he poured the condensed water droplets on the sun badge into a metal vial and handed it to the rest:

"Go back to the room and eliminate all the remnants."

"Thank you." Hugh paid for the money, but he was also relieved.

She and Folls just returned to the living room, and a waiter sent a note:

“Miss ‘arbitrator’ who purchased the ‘Sheriff’’ formula is willing to talk to the study room? I may have what you need.”

PS: Today, the two are sent, and there is no one at night.