Mystery: Shadow of Order

The gas lamp came on, illuminating the living room, and the half-old boy Ian Wright's **** eyes blinked, as if he was not used to the sudden light.

"Why are you looking for me?"

Klein, who was wearing a windbreaker, walked to the long sofa and sat down. He placed the silver-white revolver on the coffee table with a slap. He clasped his hands and looked at Ian, who was obviously frightened.

Ian looked over the revolver on the coffee table, and rubbed the brim of the brown hat with both hands:

"Mr. Moriarty, this matter is related to my previous employer, and now those people know me, so I urgently need someone to help me deliver a letter."

"What about the people around you?"

"They are about the same age as me. As soon as they enter the bridge area, they will be arrested by those people. So I want to ask a stranger to help, but the people nearby look down on us. Only you, you just arrived in Backlund, and you are Detective, it's also very good to us." Ian kept licking his chapped lips, with a little grievance and unwillingness in his words.

Klein nodded slightly, he knew this. In the past few days, his landlord, Mrs. Somer, has reminded him several times not to get too involved with Ian and others.

"I'll pay you enough, £1, no, £5! As long as you send a message to Caspers at the Brave's, saying 'Old Man' to find him." Seeing Detective Moriarty not answering, Ian The hat in his hand has been deformed by his grasp, his cheeks are clenched, his lips are clenched: "I know that 5 pounds can't hire someone like you, you can get some more from Caspers."

someone like me? Extraordinary? Does he think I'm an Extraordinary?

There was no expression on Klein's face, he just quietly tapped his left tooth twice. Under "spirit vision", Ian Wright was just an ordinary person, not born with a special type or Beyonder.

What did he just see from my coin divination? But I am very careful ah?

Although Ian is not an Extraordinary, he is simply observant, but this means that he has at least dealt with Extraordinary. You must know that the commission itself is very simple. It only needs to run an errand, and it does not require 5 pounds at all.

"I'm going to the bathroom."

Klein picked up the revolver on the coffee table, and regardless of Ian's surprised expression, he went straight to the bathroom beside him. Closing the door, he took out the quarter penny coin from his pocket again and bounced it upwards.

when!

The copper coin rolled up, and Klein's eyes turned deep, silently thinking about whether there was an extraordinary factor in this matter.

Then, he spread his right hand, trying to catch the falling copper penny.

when! The coin slid from his fingertips, fell to the ground, and rolled out a long way.

This result means that the divination failed.

"It seems that Ian is hiding more things than I imagined... The information is so lacking that I can't even get a vague divination result..." Klein tightened his lower lip, bent over to pick up the copper coin, and then pressed Press the flush button.

However, I can totally ask another person to help! Ian can't find anyone, doesn't mean I can't find it! But Ian said it was urgently needed, and I didn't know how urgent it was. If I could wait until the day, I would agree, otherwise I would refuse.

Klein pushed open the door and walked out of the bathroom. From a distance, he saw that Ian was still standing in front of the coffee table, wondering what he was thinking.

"Is this request urgent?"

"Huh?" Ian looked up at Klein who was striding forward. "No, as long as the notification arrives tomorrow morning, it will be discovered if you notify now."

"Tomorrow morning?" Klein breathed a sigh of relief, "What time exactly."

"Nine o'clock, the bar opens at nine o'clock, you can go in through the back door at half past eight." The more Ian spoke, the faster he spoke, and the hat in his hand no longer had to be tortured.

It's still nine o'clock! Klein nodded slowly and continued to ask:

"Well, last question, why don't you just find someone at random tomorrow morning to bring a message?"

Ian lowered his head and sorted out his wrinkled hat:

"I'm not sure if I'm being followed, Caspars is a good guy and I don't want to implicate him."

track? Looks like I'm going to do another divination!

Klein looked at Ian who lowered his head and frowned slightly:

"So, you want to stay with me today?"

"is it okay?"

Seeing Ian slowly raising his head, those red eyes had some expectations, which made Klein stunned for a moment. He thought of Old Neil, the corner of his mouth twitched, and his face became serious:

"You are sleeping in the living room!"

...

In the early morning, looking at the dark clouds above his head and the faint yellowish mist, Klein, who was wearing a half-height silk top hat, let out a sigh of relief. No wonder Loen wants to set up an air pollution investigation committee, but he is very skeptical of the establishment of the committee. How effective will it be.

After he came, he deliberately collected relevant information and found that the person who appeared most frequently about this committee was Hibbert Hall. He was the eldest son of Earl Hall and had mixed reputations. Most of the negative press came from another man, Philip Negan, Duke Negan's only son, and the Chief of Police in Hillston.

Therefore, Klein doesn't hold much hope for this matter. As a keyboard politician, he knows a little bit about the tricks. The proposal for the establishment of the committee was only made at the beginning of the month, but Hibbert began to have relevant proposals in mid-August; and that Lord Philip seemed to have picked it up, and the Hillston Police Department lost its independence because of the Nozick case. After the qualification, Philip was urgently transferred back to directly serve as deputy director, and was directly promoted to director at the beginning of the month, but I heard that the former director left him a mess.

Shaking his head, he snapped the gold watch open. At 7:42, Klein pressed his hat down, walked out of No. 15 Minsk Street with a cane, and reached out to stop a public carriage to the bridge. Area. Whether or not to hire someone to deliver the letter will be discussed in the bridge area.

More than half an hour later, the carriage slowly approached the vicinity of Tiemen Street. Klein got off the carriage, glanced around as if looking for a direction, and walked away from Tiemen Street.

On another street near Tiemen Street, Klein walked slowly into a small restaurant and ordered an 8p Feneport noodles, accompanied by a 3p glass of hot milk. After ordering, he picked up a newspaper from three days ago and read it carefully:

"The proposal of the Air Pollution Inquiry Committee has aroused discussions in the House of Commons. Where will Backlund go tomorrow?"

Klein didn't pay attention to the newspaper. He had read the report three days ago. The corner of his eyes was on a police officer in a police uniform with a V-shaped epaulette. The officer, probably in his early twenties, kept looking at the pedestrians passing by, as if they were all potential criminals.

It's pretty similar, but how can a police officer hide his gun?

Klein lives in the middle-class Chorwood district, where there are often police patrols. Unlike Tingen, the police here have a revolver in addition to a baton, but they are all carried in a gun bag around his waist. Like the cop outside, he was using an underarm pouch. Moreover, his stance also seems to have an obvious military style, which is obviously different from the police.

As a former inspector, Klein, who has received military training from Gao Wen, has the confidence to make this judgment. Are they here to catch Ian? Was his arms sale found out?

The man pretending to be a police officer can stand struttingly on the street and has the shadow of a soldier on his body. Naturally, it cannot be a fake. It is very likely that he is from the army or MI9.

Klein quietly took out a coin, bounced it up slightly, and then reached out to catch it. The number up represents negation. Not here for Ian? Bouncing up again, the coin fell to the ground, and the divination failed.

Seeing the police officer's gaze looking into the store, Klein took out a few coins and placed them on the table, then picked up the dropped coins...

The matter seems to be getting more and more complicated. He just failed to fortune the relationship between the police officer and Ian... Klein picked up the Fenerpot noodles on the plate, mixed the meat sauce well, and quietly looked out the door through the dense heat actions of police officers.

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He is carefully observing everyone passing by, focusing on those men, it seems to stay on those men with darker skin for a longer time, the color of his aura is blue, very calm...

Even though Klein, who was seriously lacking in intelligence, could observe a lot of things, he couldn't make any valid inferences. After all, he was just a metaphysical detective, and his reasoning depended on divination. However, he temporarily gave up sending the message in person, and decided to hire someone temporarily.

...

Klein passed by the door of the Brave Bar, and a decadent man smelled of alcohol walked into the bar in the corner of his light. This was hired by him for two soles. After divination confirmed that he could bring the words to Caspars. just selected.

Although this Iron Gate Street was only halfway through, Klein felt that many people on this street were abnormal. Although they were not Beyonders, they were all observing everyone on the street.

Looking at the potholes on the concrete pavement on the street, Klein became more and more certain that the gas explosion on Tiemen Street earlier must have involved Beyonders. This is Backlund, where millions of people live, the capital of all capitals. There are definitely more hidden Beyonders than Tingen, a small town with a population of 200,000 to 300,000.

Quietly avoiding the people who followed him secretly, Klein disappeared into a certain alley in the bridge area. Ten minutes later, Klein, who was already dressed in another outfit, hired a carriage and drove out of the bridge area.

Inside the carriage, Klein looked out of the carriage window, frowning slightly, he always felt that something was wrong, but he was sure that there was no one following him behind the carriage, tossed a coin, the number was up, and no one was following him .

Holding his cane tightly, Klein leaned against the wall of the carriage. The current situation simply did not allow him to turn four steps and head above the gray fog. While the carriage was driving, he used the coin for divination several times in a row, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he got the same result.

When he got off the carriage on Minsk Street, Klein saw that there was no one left or right, and entered his house through the window. He was afraid that there would also be people watching on Minsk Street. Although his movements were very light and hardly made any sound, Ian Wright, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room, instantly cast his eyes on him.

Taking off the peaked cap on his head, he took out the half-height silk top hat that was folded and twisted in the pocket of the trench coat. Klein glanced at Ian's brown dome hat, which no longer had any wrinkles, and said solemnly:

"I've already brought it with you if you want."

"Oh well."

Ian was stunned for a moment, then took out a stack of thick banknotes from the left pocket of the ill-fitting old coat. They seemed to be stacked in strict order of denomination from large to small, very neat, and handed them to him. Klein.

Seeing that the other party placed the banknotes neatly, and even the portraits of several kings had to face up, and there could not be any mistakes, Klein suddenly became a little irritable.

This is the late stage of obsessive-compulsive disorder... He sighed silently, took the reward handed over by the other party, and glanced at the denomination of the banknote, which was exactly five pounds. With a smile on his lips, he put the money in his pocket:

"Aren't you afraid that I will lie to you?"

"Detective Moriarty, I trust you, you are a good man." Ian adjusted his hat and pointed to the window, "Can I go out from there?"

I don't want a half-sized person to send out a good person card! The smile on the corner of Klein's mouth disappeared, and he nodded silently.

Ian hadn't walked a few steps when he stopped suddenly and turned to look at Klein:

"Detective Moriarty, can I entrust you with one more task?"

No, I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore. Although I don't know what incident Ian was involved in, Klein could feel it with inspiration. This matter should be no small matter. But before he could refuse, Ian said again:

"I want to ask you to help me take care of my friends. I let them stay at No. 58. Although there is food in it~www.wuxiaspot.com~, it is only enough for two or three days. If you can, you can buy some Did you bring food?"

Klein was silent for a while, and nodded in Ian's anxiety. When he continued to walk towards the window, Klein said:

"Wait a moment."

Seeing Ian turning his head suspiciously, Klein took off his round hat, put his cap on his head, and patted his shoulder:

"I don't have any clothes for you here. You go and buy a set. If someone follows you, your clothes are too obvious."

Ian put on the peaked cap and bowed slightly towards Klein. The red eyes were a little red:

"Detective Moriarty, you are a good man."

"Go, be careful."

Watching Ian pull out the window, Klein walked to the window and watched the back of his leaving. The smile on the corner of his mouth gradually disappeared. Ian's actions on the street were not quite right. He acted like someone was there. Same as talking to him.

After returning to the bedroom, Klein took four steps backward and came above the gray fog. He wanted to make sure that what he felt just now was right.

Above the gray fog, Klein slowly fell asleep leaning against the back of the bronze chair. In the hazy picture, he saw the Brave Bar again. He had just walked forty or fifty meters away from the bar when a figure appeared beside him out of thin air. , it was a woman wearing a small black bonnet and a long Gothic court dress.

Inside the carriage, a woman with pale blond hair and blue eyes held her chin slightly. She had a very delicate appearance, but her face was unusually pale. She looked at Klein, who was divination with coins, with interest. I didn't notice it, you must know that he had Spirit Vision turned on at the time!

The woman in the long court dress followed Klein to No. 15 Minsk Street, and followed Ian out of here.