Lord of the Mysteries

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West End, Green Park Street.

Klein, who had a lighter beard around his mouth, wore gold-rimmed glasses, a half-high hat and a black cane, and followed the lok Caroman side into the spacious and bright living room.

The ceiling is hung with a huge crystal lamp. The walls, corners and table tops are decorated with various golden reliefs and ornaments. The whole looks gorgeous, exquisite and luxurious.

“It’s a jeweler, a jeweler living in the West End...” Klein swept through the paintings next to him and secretly sighed.

Every time Logo takes a step, the fat on his body will shake, and people will always guess maliciously when his clothes and pants will break.

But obviously, as a jeweler, he has enough money to buy the best quality clothing.

"Detective Moriarty, this is my child Yatelu." Luo Ge stopped at the edge of the carpet, pointing to the fifteen or six-year-old boy sitting on a single sofa.

Because every fireplace in the house has been ignited and there is a metal pipe to transfer heat, so the living room is quite warm, so Klein wants to get off with only one shirt and one trousers, but the boy is wrapped With a thick fur coat, the legs were covered with a blanket that looked very hot.

At this moment, he was lowering his head, hugged himself tightly, trembled constantly, and the dark blue hair seemed to lose its luster.

Luo Ge glanced anxiously and whispered:

"Yatru, this is the detective of Moriarti who is responsible for protecting you today and tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, Atru raised his head, revealing a pale face, blue lips, and eyes without focus.

"Protect me, protect me... they want to kill me! They want to kill me!" His voice became more and more pointed. At the end, he covered his ears with both hands and shouted loudly.

After a few seconds, he gradually calmed down.

In the process, Klein has scorned his teeth and quietly turned on the vision.

Uh... He resisted the strangeness of his mouth, and carefully examined his eyes.

He saw the color of Yatru's gas field dyed with dark black and green luster!

This is a representation of the ghosts of the ghosts, and even the possession of the body!

The bad friends of Atru have already retaliated against him... or, there are no bad friends at all, he has encountered grievances and hallucinations... Klein quietly reached out and took Mr. Azick’s copper whistle, and Spreading out the spirituality, then he thoughtfully removed his gaze and looked at the other people in the living room.

Close to the position of the convex belly window, standing in the man wearing a black jacket, he was tall and sturdy, not screaming, his waist bulging, seems to hide a pistol.

This should be one of the six security guards... Kline is about to look at another person, Logo Carman has introduced:

"Casslana detective, her assistant Lydia."

"Stuart Detective."

Having said that, Luo Ge turned his body halfway and pointed to Klein:

"This is Sherlock Morrisoni detective."

Kaslana, in her thirties, has dark blue eyes and thick eyebrows. When she was young, she seemed to be a good beauty, but now she seems to be not very good because of the slight sagging of her cheeks.

Her assistant, Lydia, is a red-haired lady. She is in her twenties and is very good in appearance.

Both of the ladies wore clothes similar to the aristocratic rider's suits, and the white shirts with waists were fitted with trousers that were more versatile and easy to move. The pleated shape of the collar was different from that of men.

In addition, they left the two left wheels at their waists without any cover.

This reminded Klein of the words of Jurgen lawyers, that is, for private detectives, illegal guns are a matter of check--the difficulty of obtaining a full-scale weapon certificate, not aristocrats, not members of parliament. It is not a senior government employee and it is difficult to apply for it.

Stuart sat on the opposite side of Kaslana and Lydia, with no flesh on his face, but with a large beard, and the light green eyes were unusual.

He and Lydia should be about the same age, taller than Klein, 1 meter and 7 years old, weighing 140 pounds.

Stuart has a kneeling gun bag with a specially made revolver.

After asking each other awkwardly, Klein took off his coat, took off his hat, and handed it to the maidservant next to him:

“Place somewhere I can get quickly, there are some important items inside.”

In fact, he has already transferred paper people, notes, spells, matchboxes, etc. into the trouser pocket. The coat has only herbal powder, pure essence and wallet keys, and the 206-pound banknote in the wallet.

Stuart sat there, looking at Klein aside, and he smiled:

"You didn't bring a gun?"

"Gun? This is my gun." Klein raised his cane with a smile.

At the same time, he sang the gang and simulated the pronunciation.

boom!

A gunshot rang out, Stuart didn't even think about rolling forward, and Caslana and Lydia quickly left the sofa and each found a place to escape.

Luo Ge and the servant next to him were surprised and stunned. They didn't understand what was going on. Yatru still had a low head and shivered.

When I saw that Klein had only a black cane in his hand and understood that nothing had happened, Kaslana and other talents recovered and frowned.

"What happened just now?"

"Since I got a pistol, I was learning the skills of simulating vocalization and it looked good." Klein replied half-jokingly.

"This is not an interesting thing, Moriarty detective." Kaslana said in a cry.

I just want to show you the magic... Klein spoke a word and handed the stick to the maid. Zheng focused on it:

"I will pay attention."

The most embarrassing Stuart just did not have any angry performance, took the clothes with great interest, and got up and asked:

"Mr. Moriarty, why haven't I heard of you? I mean, I know a lot of people in the detective line, but I didn't know you before."

"I only came to Beckland in early September." Klein explained a little.

"This way..." Stuart laughed. "Tonight we are a group of two, responsible for the morning to tomorrow morning, no problem?"

"No." Klein responded with the same smile.

"Okay, wait for dinner, you will go to rest, then rotate in the early hours." Kaslana added a sentence.

Klein looked at Arthur, who was trembled, and looked down.

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

Nothing happened all afternoon, and the worried hostess prepared a sumptuous dinner for the detective and security personnel, but did not drink alcohol.

After eating and drinking, Klein and Stuart, the young man with a slap in the face, went to their second-floor room.

Seeing no one in sight, Stuart shook his head and said:

"Sherlock, you should have seen it. The question of Atru is not someone to retaliate against him."

Brother, you are very familiar with yourself... Klein’s expression does not change and asks:

"How to say?"

"His appearance is like a mental problem, or, or, according to the country, it is entangled by ghosts and evil spirits. Frankly speaking, I am afraid of this." Stuart sighed, "Carloman Mr. should take him to see a psychiatrist. If it is not useful, look for the priest of the storm master, let them sprinkle holy water and do the ceremony!"

"You can make this suggestion to him," Klein said in a fair way.

"After two days, if Atru has not improved, I will consider it." Stuart looked at Klein sideways.

Klein smiled and said:

"This is your business. I will end the commission tomorrow."

At this time, the two arrived at their destination and entered their rooms.

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

At 1 am, in the bedroom of Atru.

Klein sat in the rocking chair, holding the Azick copper whistle, quietly watching the protected, and Stuart drinking coffee at the desk.

The two did not speak, afraid to wake up to Attleu who could not easily fall asleep.

Time passed by, and there was a sudden coldness in the room.

Yatruho sat up and opened his eyes.

"What?" Stuart asked a little nervously.

"Go, washroom..." Yatru replied in a low voice and fluently.

His face seemed paler and his lips were more blue.

When Stuart just wanted to speak, he saw Sherlock. Moriarty stood up and bowed to himself:

"I followed him."

"Good." Stuart sighed in relief.

Klein stepped his hands and walked behind Atru's side, following him to the door of the bathroom outside the two rooms.

Yatru just had to close the door and suddenly saw a figure flashing in.

"I can't let you out of my sight. Oh, what do you do, when I don't exist." Klein smiled and leaned against the corner.

Atru remained silent, his eyes swept away without a focal length, and looked at the mirror.

He unscrewed the faucet and let the water flow down.

At this time, Klein pulled out a box of matches and ignited one, seemingly wanting to smoke.

However, he did not do this, and he blew his breath and let the match go to the extinguished state.

Snapped!

Klein casually threw the match in front of him and re-takes an item.

The back of his back to Atro, suddenly figured up, the figure in the mirror pale to the dead body.

Hey! In the washroom, the whistling wind blew, and Atru's waist did not move, and he turned directly. He stared at Klein's left hand and stared at the delicate copper whistle that was constantly thrown up and caught.

Hey!

A cold wind blew into the face of Klein.

He smiled unchanged and slammed his finger.

In the air, a flame ignited from the ground, igniting the invisible figure.

The figure was completely dissipated after two struggles, and the flame went out.

Klein put away the Azick copper whistle in his hand and looked at Atru, who had a focal length with his eyes.

Atlru seemed to have had a long nightmare and finally woke up.

He suddenly saw a few steps outside the young man wearing a white shirt and dark trousers and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, seeing the other person leaning against the wall and smiling.

Then he heard a gentle voice:

"What happened to you?"

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