Someone sneaked in?
Klein did not immediately turn over and sit up, but turned his body sideways, stretched his right palm under the pillow, and quietly held the death knives revolver. At the same time, he slowly relaxed his five fingers in his left hand, leaving the wriggling hunger in a state of awaiting arousal.
Knowing that he could not find food for the squirming hunger after returning to Beckland, he sneaked into the prison in Connort, Deesey Bay, found a death row inmate, confirmed his crimes, and fed it to gloves.
The people from the Rose School locked me?
No, it cannot be so fast. Besides, if it were them, they would definitely not come rashly, but would wait for the opportunity to try to succeed when I passed by a remote place, so as not to alarm Beckland's official forces... I donated too much at the Moon Mass and was targeted by criminals?
Well, a rich man from the country who just came to Beckland to make a fortune is indeed easy to become someone else's target... Of course, it may also be a night watcher to do a routine investigation... As one thought goes one by one, Klein heard a small movement coming from the balcony of the semi-open room next door.
Immediately afterwards, the lock core sounded slightly, and the floor-to-ceiling window was opened almost silently.
Klein listened carefully, and noticed footsteps passing through the semi-open room and entering the corridor.
After a moment of pause, the footsteps walked towards the master bedroom, then went over and twisted the door handle of the close-fitting male servant's room.
Going to the wrong place?Or, it's just coming to Richardson?Klein's heart moved, let go of his right palm holding the death knell's revolver, and extended to the iron cigarette box not far away.
After he lifted the wall of spirituality, an illusory figure wearing a dark infrared jacket and an old triangle hat appeared immediately and walked into the full-body mirror.
When Seniore, the secret agent of the resentful soul, jumped to the glass window of Richardson's room, he saw a brown-yellow skin, soft-silhouette, and black-haired figure walking out of the door. Richardson sat silently on the edge of the bed, leaning forward, and his back arched, as if he had merged into the darkness.
His expression was sometimes frightened, sometimes embarrassed, sometimes weak, and finally returned to silence.
It turns out that he came to find Richardson... his image characteristics are close to those of the Southern Continent... he is agile and skilled in his actions, so he should not be an ordinary person... Is this a friend Richardson met when he was in the manor in the Southern Continent, or his mother's relationship?
Richardson is just a personal servant with an annual salary of 35 pounds. If you need any help?
While observing from Seniore's perspective, Crane made guesses in her mind.
At this moment, he suddenly understood why Richardson was good at observing and liked to look at pedestrians on the balcony.
He is afraid of being found by some people!
Hopefully it's not a big problem, and it won't affect my plan... Do a divination later... If Richardson can't solve the problem, he has to find an excuse to fire him... Seeing that his personal servant had lie down again, Klein took back his resentful soul secret puppet.
……
Meanwhile, Leonard Mitchell, who lives at 7 Pinster Street, once again entered the sleeping Bakerland shrouded in the mist.
He had previously asked the Daily Observer's Mike Joseph reporter in his dream and concluded that Sherlock Moriarty was not actively involved in the Lanceus incident, but was only hired to participate, which made the other party's suspicion plummet.
If the figure of this detective had not appeared on the edge of the Kapin incident and had a close relationship with Emlin White of Harvest Church, Leonard Mitchell would have wanted to give up the investigation and continue to pursue Ince Zangwell's whereabouts.
Because Sherlock Moriarty has not made many friends at the Crager Club, one has died in the Prince Edsack incident and the other is a reporter Mike Joseph, so Leonard has only one goal left: Dr. Alan Crys.
According to internal information, this doctor has also been involved in an extraordinary incident involving the "monster" path... After being replaced, he no longer has bad luck and nightmares, and his life has returned to normal... Haha, most of the people Sherlock Moriarty knows are involved with the extraordinary Ah, and this detective is definitely not simple... Leonard thought, and sounded the doorbell symbolizing Alan Chris' dream.
Entering the dream, he casually found a sofa and sat down, looked at Dr. Alan opposite him and said:
Let me tell you specifically about the experience of your relationship with Sherlock Moriarty.
Allen in the dream did not hide it. Starting from Mrs. Mary's introduction of Sherlock Moriarty to join the Crag Club and was invited as a recommendation person, she continued until the detective suggested that he tell the bishop of the Church of the Goddess of the Night.
As described in the information, Sherlock Moriarty was quite kind to the official forces and was endorsed by Esinger Stanton... Leonard glanced at Sherlock, who was shown by Dr. Allen, and looked back and continued to listen.
After Alan finished talking about the relevant matters in detail, he finally said:
He went to the south for vacation and never returned, and I was always worried.
However, he is a wise and caring detective. I think he shouldn't have any problems. I hope he can attend the celebration party after my child is born.
Maybe… Leonard doubts that Sherlock Moriarty will not return to Beckland.
He then politely said goodbye and walked out of Dr. Allen's dream.
After walking a few steps forward, he subconsciously looked back and saw that in the house with a garden, misty light balls representing dreams intertwined, filling the entire space with no problem.
Is it my illusion?I always feel like there is a change in my body... Leonard whispered and turned around and flew towards Pinster Street.
As far as he sees, there is a rich mist below, and the gas street lights are dim and pale.
Suddenly, Leonard stopped flying and turned his eyes to a building.
In the house, five or six hazy balls of light were floating quietly, no different from other surrounding buildings.
However, in Leonard's inspiration, there seemed to be a black ball in the room that could absorb all the light.
And he found that he didn't know this neighborhood.
He felt palpitations and wondered if he had seen something he shouldn't have seen. He hurriedly withdrew his gaze and prepared to leave here and rush to where his body was.
Just then, a joke sound rang out in the ordinary-looking building:
Why not come in and sit and have a cup of tea?
All the thoughts in Leonard's mind exploded instantly and he flew at high speed without thinking.
In his inspiration, the townhouses and garden buildings behind them became bigger one after another, and the doors and windows turned into mouths, and bit them at him!
The nearby iron-black gas street lamp poles grew upwards, turning the surroundings into a steel jungle, as if blocking Leonard.
Leonard did not stop, did not look back, but felt that the coldness in the vest was becoming more and more obvious and richer!
His body gradually became a little stiff, as if he was being grabbed by countless invisible hands.
Just when he thought he could not hold on, the familiar lights of the familiar windows of the house in front of him all came into his eyes.
Leonard hurriedly held his breath, fell suddenly, and fell into his dream!
Huh... He woke up suddenly, sweating all over.
Old man, what did I encounter just now?Leonard asked fearfully, retracting his legs that were placed on the edge of the desk.
The slightly old voice in his mind took a few seconds before responding:
I don't know.
Leonard's eyes suddenly dropped and he didn't ask again.
He immediately turned his eyes out the window and saw the lights of Beckland at night, quiet and peaceful.
……
160 Berklund Street, inside the residence of Dawn Dances.
Sir, Ms. Vahana Heisen is here.Richardson entered the room and said to Klein.
Upon hearing this, Klein put down the newspaper, raised his head, looked at his close male servant, and found that he was still taciturn, silent and restrained, timid, without any abnormality.
If it weren't for divination, it would be fine... rashly fired will easily lead to suspicion... Klein muttered silently, stood up as if nothing had happened, and asked Richardson to help him put on his coat.
A quarter of an hour later, he hugged his etiquette teacher, Vahana Heisen, and learned another dance commonly used in social occasions.
I feel like I will be out of work in a few days.After a while, Vahana implicitly praised Dawn Dance's progress and said at the end, but you are still a little restrained. Although you don't need to always stick to the ladies like Intis's man, you don't have to keep a certain distance at all times. Occasional contact is normal, and you look too stiff and rigid now.
Klein pulled the other party a little closer and responded with a smile:
I'm afraid of being rude.
Is this an act of being too close to a lady?It also includes the meaning that I am very charming, and he will make a fool of himself when he is too close to me?This is a subtle compliment...Wahana's thoughts changed and she smiled:
You have learned well.
The dance continued, Klein looked at Wahana Heisen's face and asked gently like casual chatting:
Madam, you seem to be a little worried?
Wahana lowered her head and said with a smile:
It's not a big problem. My husband is a businessman. Recently, he has had some small conflicts with some people, and we can solve them.
Well, your question just now is too direct. Before the two sides have established a friendship, try not to ask others what they have encountered unless she has shown it very clearly.
Compared to having different upper-class families, you know many ladies and ladies. The wealthy businessman who just arrived in Beckland really has no connections... Klein nodded gently and said with a smile:
I thought we were no strangers anymore.
He immediately brought up this topic and talked about his own experience and his neighbors around him. While listening, Wahana responded a few words, allowing Klein to grasp the characteristics and preferences of his neighbors more.
After Wahana left, Klein stood at the door for a long time, turned his head to the butler and said:
Walter, figure out what trouble Ms. Vahana is in and if she can’t solve it, we will help in time.
Klein did not immediately turn over and sit up, but turned his body sideways, stretched his right palm under the pillow, and quietly held the death knives revolver. At the same time, he slowly relaxed his five fingers in his left hand, leaving the wriggling hunger in a state of awaiting arousal.
Knowing that he could not find food for the squirming hunger after returning to Beckland, he sneaked into the prison in Connort, Deesey Bay, found a death row inmate, confirmed his crimes, and fed it to gloves.
The people from the Rose School locked me?
No, it cannot be so fast. Besides, if it were them, they would definitely not come rashly, but would wait for the opportunity to try to succeed when I passed by a remote place, so as not to alarm Beckland's official forces... I donated too much at the Moon Mass and was targeted by criminals?
Well, a rich man from the country who just came to Beckland to make a fortune is indeed easy to become someone else's target... Of course, it may also be a night watcher to do a routine investigation... As one thought goes one by one, Klein heard a small movement coming from the balcony of the semi-open room next door.
Immediately afterwards, the lock core sounded slightly, and the floor-to-ceiling window was opened almost silently.
Klein listened carefully, and noticed footsteps passing through the semi-open room and entering the corridor.
After a moment of pause, the footsteps walked towards the master bedroom, then went over and twisted the door handle of the close-fitting male servant's room.
Going to the wrong place?Or, it's just coming to Richardson?Klein's heart moved, let go of his right palm holding the death knell's revolver, and extended to the iron cigarette box not far away.
After he lifted the wall of spirituality, an illusory figure wearing a dark infrared jacket and an old triangle hat appeared immediately and walked into the full-body mirror.
When Seniore, the secret agent of the resentful soul, jumped to the glass window of Richardson's room, he saw a brown-yellow skin, soft-silhouette, and black-haired figure walking out of the door. Richardson sat silently on the edge of the bed, leaning forward, and his back arched, as if he had merged into the darkness.
His expression was sometimes frightened, sometimes embarrassed, sometimes weak, and finally returned to silence.
It turns out that he came to find Richardson... his image characteristics are close to those of the Southern Continent... he is agile and skilled in his actions, so he should not be an ordinary person... Is this a friend Richardson met when he was in the manor in the Southern Continent, or his mother's relationship?
Richardson is just a personal servant with an annual salary of 35 pounds. If you need any help?
While observing from Seniore's perspective, Crane made guesses in her mind.
At this moment, he suddenly understood why Richardson was good at observing and liked to look at pedestrians on the balcony.
He is afraid of being found by some people!
Hopefully it's not a big problem, and it won't affect my plan... Do a divination later... If Richardson can't solve the problem, he has to find an excuse to fire him... Seeing that his personal servant had lie down again, Klein took back his resentful soul secret puppet.
……
Meanwhile, Leonard Mitchell, who lives at 7 Pinster Street, once again entered the sleeping Bakerland shrouded in the mist.
He had previously asked the Daily Observer's Mike Joseph reporter in his dream and concluded that Sherlock Moriarty was not actively involved in the Lanceus incident, but was only hired to participate, which made the other party's suspicion plummet.
If the figure of this detective had not appeared on the edge of the Kapin incident and had a close relationship with Emlin White of Harvest Church, Leonard Mitchell would have wanted to give up the investigation and continue to pursue Ince Zangwell's whereabouts.
Because Sherlock Moriarty has not made many friends at the Crager Club, one has died in the Prince Edsack incident and the other is a reporter Mike Joseph, so Leonard has only one goal left: Dr. Alan Crys.
According to internal information, this doctor has also been involved in an extraordinary incident involving the "monster" path... After being replaced, he no longer has bad luck and nightmares, and his life has returned to normal... Haha, most of the people Sherlock Moriarty knows are involved with the extraordinary Ah, and this detective is definitely not simple... Leonard thought, and sounded the doorbell symbolizing Alan Chris' dream.
Entering the dream, he casually found a sofa and sat down, looked at Dr. Alan opposite him and said:
Let me tell you specifically about the experience of your relationship with Sherlock Moriarty.
Allen in the dream did not hide it. Starting from Mrs. Mary's introduction of Sherlock Moriarty to join the Crag Club and was invited as a recommendation person, she continued until the detective suggested that he tell the bishop of the Church of the Goddess of the Night.
As described in the information, Sherlock Moriarty was quite kind to the official forces and was endorsed by Esinger Stanton... Leonard glanced at Sherlock, who was shown by Dr. Allen, and looked back and continued to listen.
After Alan finished talking about the relevant matters in detail, he finally said:
He went to the south for vacation and never returned, and I was always worried.
However, he is a wise and caring detective. I think he shouldn't have any problems. I hope he can attend the celebration party after my child is born.
Maybe… Leonard doubts that Sherlock Moriarty will not return to Beckland.
He then politely said goodbye and walked out of Dr. Allen's dream.
After walking a few steps forward, he subconsciously looked back and saw that in the house with a garden, misty light balls representing dreams intertwined, filling the entire space with no problem.
Is it my illusion?I always feel like there is a change in my body... Leonard whispered and turned around and flew towards Pinster Street.
As far as he sees, there is a rich mist below, and the gas street lights are dim and pale.
Suddenly, Leonard stopped flying and turned his eyes to a building.
In the house, five or six hazy balls of light were floating quietly, no different from other surrounding buildings.
However, in Leonard's inspiration, there seemed to be a black ball in the room that could absorb all the light.
And he found that he didn't know this neighborhood.
He felt palpitations and wondered if he had seen something he shouldn't have seen. He hurriedly withdrew his gaze and prepared to leave here and rush to where his body was.
Just then, a joke sound rang out in the ordinary-looking building:
Why not come in and sit and have a cup of tea?
All the thoughts in Leonard's mind exploded instantly and he flew at high speed without thinking.
In his inspiration, the townhouses and garden buildings behind them became bigger one after another, and the doors and windows turned into mouths, and bit them at him!
The nearby iron-black gas street lamp poles grew upwards, turning the surroundings into a steel jungle, as if blocking Leonard.
Leonard did not stop, did not look back, but felt that the coldness in the vest was becoming more and more obvious and richer!
His body gradually became a little stiff, as if he was being grabbed by countless invisible hands.
Just when he thought he could not hold on, the familiar lights of the familiar windows of the house in front of him all came into his eyes.
Leonard hurriedly held his breath, fell suddenly, and fell into his dream!
Huh... He woke up suddenly, sweating all over.
Old man, what did I encounter just now?Leonard asked fearfully, retracting his legs that were placed on the edge of the desk.
The slightly old voice in his mind took a few seconds before responding:
I don't know.
Leonard's eyes suddenly dropped and he didn't ask again.
He immediately turned his eyes out the window and saw the lights of Beckland at night, quiet and peaceful.
……
160 Berklund Street, inside the residence of Dawn Dances.
Sir, Ms. Vahana Heisen is here.Richardson entered the room and said to Klein.
Upon hearing this, Klein put down the newspaper, raised his head, looked at his close male servant, and found that he was still taciturn, silent and restrained, timid, without any abnormality.
If it weren't for divination, it would be fine... rashly fired will easily lead to suspicion... Klein muttered silently, stood up as if nothing had happened, and asked Richardson to help him put on his coat.
A quarter of an hour later, he hugged his etiquette teacher, Vahana Heisen, and learned another dance commonly used in social occasions.
I feel like I will be out of work in a few days.After a while, Vahana implicitly praised Dawn Dance's progress and said at the end, but you are still a little restrained. Although you don't need to always stick to the ladies like Intis's man, you don't have to keep a certain distance at all times. Occasional contact is normal, and you look too stiff and rigid now.
Klein pulled the other party a little closer and responded with a smile:
I'm afraid of being rude.
Is this an act of being too close to a lady?It also includes the meaning that I am very charming, and he will make a fool of himself when he is too close to me?This is a subtle compliment...Wahana's thoughts changed and she smiled:
You have learned well.
The dance continued, Klein looked at Wahana Heisen's face and asked gently like casual chatting:
Madam, you seem to be a little worried?
Wahana lowered her head and said with a smile:
It's not a big problem. My husband is a businessman. Recently, he has had some small conflicts with some people, and we can solve them.
Well, your question just now is too direct. Before the two sides have established a friendship, try not to ask others what they have encountered unless she has shown it very clearly.
Compared to having different upper-class families, you know many ladies and ladies. The wealthy businessman who just arrived in Beckland really has no connections... Klein nodded gently and said with a smile:
I thought we were no strangers anymore.
He immediately brought up this topic and talked about his own experience and his neighbors around him. While listening, Wahana responded a few words, allowing Klein to grasp the characteristics and preferences of his neighbors more.
After Wahana left, Klein stood at the door for a long time, turned his head to the butler and said:
Walter, figure out what trouble Ms. Vahana is in and if she can’t solve it, we will help in time.
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