West Side, Green Park Street.
There was already a circle of lighter beards around her mouth, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, a half-tall hat and black cane, following Logo Carroman to enter the spacious and bright living room.
There is a huge crystal lamp hanging on the ceiling here, and the walls, corners and tabletops are decorated with various golden reliefs and accessories. The overall look gorgeous, exquisite and luxurious.
He is worthy of being a jewelry merchant, a jewelry merchant living in the West Side... Klein swept through several oil paintings next to him and sighed secretly.
Every time Logo takes, the fat on his body will shake, making people always maliciously guess when his clothes and pants will crack.
But it is obvious that as a jewelry businessman, he has enough money to buy the best quality clothing.
Detective Moriarty, this is my child Aturu.Logo stopped at the edge of the carpet and pointed at the fifteen-and-six-year-old boy sitting on the single sofa.
Because every fireplace in the house was lit and there were metal pipes to transport heat, the living room was quite warm, making Klein want to take off only a shirt and a pair of trousers, but the boy was wrapped in a thick fur coat and a blanket that looked very hot on his legs.
At this moment, he was lowering his head and hugging himself tightly, constantly shaking, and his dark blue hair seemed to lose its luster.
Logo glanced worriedly and whispered:
Aturu, this is the Moriarty Detective who is responsible for protecting you two days today and tomorrow.
Hearing this, Atlu raised his head, revealing his pale face, blue lips, and eyes without focus.
Protect me, protect me...they want to kill me!They are going to kill me!His voice became louder and louder, and at the end, he covered his ears with both hands and shouted loudly.
It took several seconds before he gradually calmed down.
In this process, Klein had already tapped his teeth and quietly opened his spiritual vision.
Hey... He resisted the surprise that jumped to his mouth and looked at it carefully.
He saw that the color of Aturu's aura was dyed with a dark black and green luster!
This is a sign of a resentful soul and shadow plaguing it, or even possession!
Aturu's bad friends were already revengeing him...or, there were no so-called bad friends at all, he met a resentful soul and had hallucinations... Klein quietly reached out, grabbed Mr. Azke's copper whistle, and spread his spirit, and then he looked away thoughtfully and looked at the others in the living room.
Near the convex belly window, there was a man in a black coat. He was tall and serious, with a bulging waist, as if he was hiding a pistol.
This should be one of the six security personnel... Klein was about to look at another person, and Logo Carroman had introduced:
Detective Kaslana, her assistant Lydia.
Detective Stuart.
Speaking of this, Logo half turned his body and pointed at Klein and said:
This is Detective Sherlock Moriarty.
Kaslana, in her thirties, has black hair and blue eyes and thick eyebrows. She seemed to be a good beauty when she was young, but now she doesn't look easy to get along with because of the slight sagging of her cheek muscles.
Her assistant Lydia is a red-haired lady, in her twenties, has a very good figure and looks quite average.
Both ladies wore clothes similar to those of noble riders. The waist-hugging white shirt was paired with trousers that were more close to the body and easy to move. They only had pleated shapes on the collar cuffs that were different from those of men.
In addition, they tied the two revolvers to their waists without any concealment.
This reminded Klein of a lawyer named Jurgen, that is, for private detectives, illegal possession of guns is a problem that can be accurate when checked. It is difficult to obtain a full-class weapon license. It is not aristocrat, a member of parliament, or a senior government employee, so it is difficult to apply for it.
Stuart sat opposite Caslana and Lydia. His face was not fleshy, but he had a large beard, and his light green eyes were extremely vivid.
He and Lydia should be about the same age, and are close to Klein, who is in his early 1.7 meters and weighs 140 pounds.
Stuart has an underarm gun bag containing an obviously special revolver.
After asking each other with reserved questions, Klein took off his coat, took off his hat, and handed it to the maid next to him:
Place it in a place where I can get it very quickly, with some important items inside.
In fact, he had already transferred paper man, sticky notes, talismans, matchboxes, etc. into his trouser pocket, and only herbal powder, pure essence, wallet keys, and the 206 pound banknotes in his purse.
Stuart sat there, looked at Klein with a few glances, and laughed:
You didn't bring a gun?
gun?This is my gun.Klein smiled and raised his cane.
At the same time, he puffed up his cheeks and simulated his pronunciation.
Bang!
A gunshot suddenly came out, Stuart rolled forward without thinking, while Kaslana and Lydia quickly left the sofa and found a place to hide.
Logo and the servant next to him were surprised and confused, not understanding what was going on, and Atluy was still lowering his head and trembling.
After seeing clearly that Klein was holding only a black cane in his hand and understood that nothing had happened, Kaslana and others recovered from calmness, and frowned and asked:
What happened just now?
Ever since I picked up a pistol and handed it in, I have been learning the techniques of simulating vocalization, and it looks pretty good.Klein replied half-jokingly.
This is not an interesting thing, Detective Moriarty.Kaslana said in a deep voice.
I just want to perform magic for you... Klein complained and handed the cane to the maid. Zheng Xinting said:
I will pay attention.
Stuart, who was the most embarrassed just now, did not show any anger. He patted his clothes with great interest, stood up and asked:
Mr. Moriarty, why haven't I heard of you?I mean, I know a lot of people in the detective industry, but I didn’t know you before.
I didn't arrive in Beckland in early September.Klein explained a little.
So Ah... Stuart smiled and said, we are in a group tonight, responsible for the early morning to tomorrow morning, is there no problem?
No.Klein responded with the same smile.
OK, after dinner, you go and rest and then rotate in the early morning.Kaslana added next to it.
Klein looked at Atoru, who was trembling in his head, and nodded seriously.
……
Nothing happened throughout the afternoon, and the worried hostess prepared a hearty dinner for Mr. Detective and the security staff, but non-alcoholic drinks.
After eating and drinking, Klein walked towards their second-floor guest room with Stuart, a young man with bearded face.
Seeing that there was no one around, Stuart shook his head and said:
Sherlock, you should have seen it, the problem with Aturu is not that someone wants to take revenge on him.
Brother, you are very familiar with it... Klein asked in a flash:
How to say it?
He looked like something had a mental problem, or, according to the countryside, he was entangled by ghosts and evil spirits, and frankly, I was very afraid of this.Stuart sighed, Mr. Carroman should take him to see a psychiatrist. If it is not useful, find the priests of the Lord of the Storm and let them sprinkle holy water and perform the ceremony!
You can make this suggestion to him.Klein said pertinently.
In two days, if Aturu hasn't improved yet, I'll consider it.Stuart turned his head and looked at Klein.
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 respectively.
……
At 1 a.m., Inside the bedroom of Atoru.
Klein sat in a rocking chair, holding the Azker copper whistle and quietly looked at the protected person, while Stuart drank coffee at the desk.
The two of them didn't say anything, for fear of waking up Atoru, who had finally fallen asleep.
Time passed by minute by minute, and suddenly a cold feeling rolled over in the room.
Atoruho sat up and opened his eyes.
What's wrong?Stuart asked with a little nervousness.
Go, washroom... Aturu replied in a low and erratic voice.
His face seemed to be paler, his lips became more and more blue and purple.
Just as Stuart was about to speak, he saw Sherlock Moriarty standing up and nodding to himself:
I followed him.
good.Stuart breathed a sigh of relief in secret.
Klein walked behind Atru's side with his hands in his pockets, followed him to the door of the bathroom outside the two rooms.
Atru was about to close the door casually when he suddenly saw a figure flashing in.
I can't let you out of my sight.Oh, do whatever you should do, when I don't exist.Klein smiled and leaned against the corner.
Aturu remained silent, his eyes swept over without focal length, and looked at the wash mirror.
He unscrewed the faucet and let the water flow down.
At this time, Klein took out a box of matches and lit one on the ground, as if he wanted to smoke.
However, he did not do so, and blew a sigh of relief, allowing the match to go out.
Bang!
Klein threw the match in front of him casually and took out another item.
Aturu, who was facing away from him, suddenly straightened his body, and the figure in the mirror was as pale as a dead corpse.
Wow!
In the bathroom, the wind was howling, and Atoru turned his waist without moving his legs, and stared at Klein's left hand, staring at the exquisite copper whistle that was constantly thrown up and caught.
Wow!
A gust of cold wind blew suddenly into Klein's face.
He smiled unchanged and snapped his fingers.
With a bang, a flame rose from the ground and ignited an invisible figure.
The figure just struggled for a few seconds and completely dissipated, and the flames went out.
Klein put away the Azk copper whistle in his hand and looked at Atlu, who was gradually focal in his eyes.
Aturu seemed to have had a long nightmare and finally woke up.
He saw a few steps away standing a young man in a white shirt, dark trousers and gold-rimmed glasses standing a few steps away. He saw him leaning against the wall, smiling.
Then he heard a gentle voice:
What exactly happened to you?
There was already a circle of lighter beards around her mouth, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, a half-tall hat and black cane, following Logo Carroman to enter the spacious and bright living room.
There is a huge crystal lamp hanging on the ceiling here, and the walls, corners and tabletops are decorated with various golden reliefs and accessories. The overall look gorgeous, exquisite and luxurious.
He is worthy of being a jewelry merchant, a jewelry merchant living in the West Side... Klein swept through several oil paintings next to him and sighed secretly.
Every time Logo takes, the fat on his body will shake, making people always maliciously guess when his clothes and pants will crack.
But it is obvious that as a jewelry businessman, he has enough money to buy the best quality clothing.
Detective Moriarty, this is my child Aturu.Logo stopped at the edge of the carpet and pointed at the fifteen-and-six-year-old boy sitting on the single sofa.
Because every fireplace in the house was lit and there were metal pipes to transport heat, the living room was quite warm, making Klein want to take off only a shirt and a pair of trousers, but the boy was wrapped in a thick fur coat and a blanket that looked very hot on his legs.
At this moment, he was lowering his head and hugging himself tightly, constantly shaking, and his dark blue hair seemed to lose its luster.
Logo glanced worriedly and whispered:
Aturu, this is the Moriarty Detective who is responsible for protecting you two days today and tomorrow.
Hearing this, Atlu raised his head, revealing his pale face, blue lips, and eyes without focus.
Protect me, protect me...they want to kill me!They are going to kill me!His voice became louder and louder, and at the end, he covered his ears with both hands and shouted loudly.
It took several seconds before he gradually calmed down.
In this process, Klein had already tapped his teeth and quietly opened his spiritual vision.
Hey... He resisted the surprise that jumped to his mouth and looked at it carefully.
He saw that the color of Aturu's aura was dyed with a dark black and green luster!
This is a sign of a resentful soul and shadow plaguing it, or even possession!
Aturu's bad friends were already revengeing him...or, there were no so-called bad friends at all, he met a resentful soul and had hallucinations... Klein quietly reached out, grabbed Mr. Azke's copper whistle, and spread his spirit, and then he looked away thoughtfully and looked at the others in the living room.
Near the convex belly window, there was a man in a black coat. He was tall and serious, with a bulging waist, as if he was hiding a pistol.
This should be one of the six security personnel... Klein was about to look at another person, and Logo Carroman had introduced:
Detective Kaslana, her assistant Lydia.
Detective Stuart.
Speaking of this, Logo half turned his body and pointed at Klein and said:
This is Detective Sherlock Moriarty.
Kaslana, in her thirties, has black hair and blue eyes and thick eyebrows. She seemed to be a good beauty when she was young, but now she doesn't look easy to get along with because of the slight sagging of her cheek muscles.
Her assistant Lydia is a red-haired lady, in her twenties, has a very good figure and looks quite average.
Both ladies wore clothes similar to those of noble riders. The waist-hugging white shirt was paired with trousers that were more close to the body and easy to move. They only had pleated shapes on the collar cuffs that were different from those of men.
In addition, they tied the two revolvers to their waists without any concealment.
This reminded Klein of a lawyer named Jurgen, that is, for private detectives, illegal possession of guns is a problem that can be accurate when checked. It is difficult to obtain a full-class weapon license. It is not aristocrat, a member of parliament, or a senior government employee, so it is difficult to apply for it.
Stuart sat opposite Caslana and Lydia. His face was not fleshy, but he had a large beard, and his light green eyes were extremely vivid.
He and Lydia should be about the same age, and are close to Klein, who is in his early 1.7 meters and weighs 140 pounds.
Stuart has an underarm gun bag containing an obviously special revolver.
After asking each other with reserved questions, Klein took off his coat, took off his hat, and handed it to the maid next to him:
Place it in a place where I can get it very quickly, with some important items inside.
In fact, he had already transferred paper man, sticky notes, talismans, matchboxes, etc. into his trouser pocket, and only herbal powder, pure essence, wallet keys, and the 206 pound banknotes in his purse.
Stuart sat there, looked at Klein with a few glances, and laughed:
You didn't bring a gun?
gun?This is my gun.Klein smiled and raised his cane.
At the same time, he puffed up his cheeks and simulated his pronunciation.
Bang!
A gunshot suddenly came out, Stuart rolled forward without thinking, while Kaslana and Lydia quickly left the sofa and found a place to hide.
Logo and the servant next to him were surprised and confused, not understanding what was going on, and Atluy was still lowering his head and trembling.
After seeing clearly that Klein was holding only a black cane in his hand and understood that nothing had happened, Kaslana and others recovered from calmness, and frowned and asked:
What happened just now?
Ever since I picked up a pistol and handed it in, I have been learning the techniques of simulating vocalization, and it looks pretty good.Klein replied half-jokingly.
This is not an interesting thing, Detective Moriarty.Kaslana said in a deep voice.
I just want to perform magic for you... Klein complained and handed the cane to the maid. Zheng Xinting said:
I will pay attention.
Stuart, who was the most embarrassed just now, did not show any anger. He patted his clothes with great interest, stood up and asked:
Mr. Moriarty, why haven't I heard of you?I mean, I know a lot of people in the detective industry, but I didn’t know you before.
I didn't arrive in Beckland in early September.Klein explained a little.
So Ah... Stuart smiled and said, we are in a group tonight, responsible for the early morning to tomorrow morning, is there no problem?
No.Klein responded with the same smile.
OK, after dinner, you go and rest and then rotate in the early morning.Kaslana added next to it.
Klein looked at Atoru, who was trembling in his head, and nodded seriously.
……
Nothing happened throughout the afternoon, and the worried hostess prepared a hearty dinner for Mr. Detective and the security staff, but non-alcoholic drinks.
After eating and drinking, Klein walked towards their second-floor guest room with Stuart, a young man with bearded face.
Seeing that there was no one around, Stuart shook his head and said:
Sherlock, you should have seen it, the problem with Aturu is not that someone wants to take revenge on him.
Brother, you are very familiar with it... Klein asked in a flash:
How to say it?
He looked like something had a mental problem, or, according to the countryside, he was entangled by ghosts and evil spirits, and frankly, I was very afraid of this.Stuart sighed, Mr. Carroman should take him to see a psychiatrist. If it is not useful, find the priests of the Lord of the Storm and let them sprinkle holy water and perform the ceremony!
You can make this suggestion to him.Klein said pertinently.
In two days, if Aturu hasn't improved yet, I'll consider it.Stuart turned his head and looked at Klein.
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 respectively.
……
At 1 a.m., Inside the bedroom of Atoru.
Klein sat in a rocking chair, holding the Azker copper whistle and quietly looked at the protected person, while Stuart drank coffee at the desk.
The two of them didn't say anything, for fear of waking up Atoru, who had finally fallen asleep.
Time passed by minute by minute, and suddenly a cold feeling rolled over in the room.
Atoruho sat up and opened his eyes.
What's wrong?Stuart asked with a little nervousness.
Go, washroom... Aturu replied in a low and erratic voice.
His face seemed to be paler, his lips became more and more blue and purple.
Just as Stuart was about to speak, he saw Sherlock Moriarty standing up and nodding to himself:
I followed him.
good.Stuart breathed a sigh of relief in secret.
Klein walked behind Atru's side with his hands in his pockets, followed him to the door of the bathroom outside the two rooms.
Atru was about to close the door casually when he suddenly saw a figure flashing in.
I can't let you out of my sight.Oh, do whatever you should do, when I don't exist.Klein smiled and leaned against the corner.
Aturu remained silent, his eyes swept over without focal length, and looked at the wash mirror.
He unscrewed the faucet and let the water flow down.
At this time, Klein took out a box of matches and lit one on the ground, as if he wanted to smoke.
However, he did not do so, and blew a sigh of relief, allowing the match to go out.
Bang!
Klein threw the match in front of him casually and took out another item.
Aturu, who was facing away from him, suddenly straightened his body, and the figure in the mirror was as pale as a dead corpse.
Wow!
In the bathroom, the wind was howling, and Atoru turned his waist without moving his legs, and stared at Klein's left hand, staring at the exquisite copper whistle that was constantly thrown up and caught.
Wow!
A gust of cold wind blew suddenly into Klein's face.
He smiled unchanged and snapped his fingers.
With a bang, a flame rose from the ground and ignited an invisible figure.
The figure just struggled for a few seconds and completely dissipated, and the flames went out.
Klein put away the Azk copper whistle in his hand and looked at Atlu, who was gradually focal in his eyes.
Aturu seemed to have had a long nightmare and finally woke up.
He saw a few steps away standing a young man in a white shirt, dark trousers and gold-rimmed glasses standing a few steps away. He saw him leaning against the wall, smiling.
Then he heard a gentle voice:
What exactly happened to you?
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