Back in the living room, Klein picked up the letter cutter, opened the sealing, and took out the letter sent by Aisinger Stanton.
The famous detective wrote in the letter:
Your ideas have greatly helped us, please allow me to thank you here first.
After receiving the letter you sent, we immediately organized people to check some key areas and found corresponding clues. Many stray animals that often appear nearby and are remembered by residents have disappeared one after another.
In this process, we also noticed an interesting thing. In the serial murder case four years ago, the target was a prostitute with a single child. Many people living around the scene once mentioned that the most suspected teenager, although withdrawn and vicious, was quite loving to animals, especially a larger black dog.
After the teenager died in a gangster fire, the people around him never saw the dog again.
I'm curious, who is its current owner, and is it the murderer of an unsolved serial murder case even longer ago?
All of the above were proven at the 12th murderer's case and played a key role, allowing the police to initially identify the suspect. If everything goes well and the criminal is arrested, we will be able to receive most of the bounty.
My friend, I clearly remember your contribution and will never forget your share.
……
Aisinger Stanton seemed a little suspicious that I knew the truth about the Demon, so he deliberately hints about something?Klein put down the letter paper and muttered silently.
However, this letter also made him feel relieved:
Official extraordinary people have not found the wrong partner!
If the demon giant dog does not receive any other help, it will be sooner or later to be captured and shot dead.
As for the fact that Esinger Stanton speculated that the other party had a master, Klein lacked enough evidence to confirm it, so it can only be said that there is a certain probability.
In short, my mission has ended here, and the next thing is the matter of the Nightkeeper, the Punisher, and the Heart of the Machinery Team.Klein pulled out the brand new paper, picked up the round belly pen, and replied to Esinger Stanton with a humble letter, and ignored his subtle hints, like a real ordinary private detective.
After cutting another paper man, after going out to send the letter, Klein walked to the public carriage waiting point, thinking with ease:
Next, you can wait to collect the money...
Rapard said he was going to see the Rossell Memorial Exhibition for three days in a row. I had to wait for Saturday to find him and pay the last payment. I hope that by then the bicycle patent has been applied for. Alas, the work efficiency of the Beckland Patent Office has always been low.
Klein had just figured out his arrangements today. When the extraordinary party could not be held and he could not buy the corresponding items, he suddenly became free and did not need to be busy for a while.
In the morning, I went to the Kragg Club to practice guns, practice extraordinary abilities, and have lunch there. Then I found a better circus to watch the magician's performance to see if I could get some inspiration.He took out his gold-shelled pocket watch and took a look, and got on the public carriage in a good mood.
…………
Hillston District, Kragg Club.
Because Klein comes at least twice a week, the waiters all remember him and don't need him to show his membership certificate and the White Frost sign badge.
It was Wednesday morning, and most of the members of the Kragg Club were of a relatively high status middle class, engaged in fixed and decent jobs, not Sunday, not annual leave, not afternoon tea time, so it was very difficult to come.
The spacious and bright hall looked extremely empty, with only a few people sitting in the coffee table and sofa area in the corner.
After glanced over there, Klein saw an acquaintance, so he went up and said hello:
Talim, today's weather is so great that you should be on the racetrack.
The acquaintance was Talim Dumont, a noble equestrian teacher who introduced him to the club at the request of Mrs. Mary. He once brought a business to Kline, which was to protect the Daily Observer reporter Mike Joseph to conduct an investigation.
Talim raised his head, touched his short brown curly hair, and smiled:
Oh, dear detective, what are you busy with recently?I haven't seen you for a long time.
That's when you haven't been to the club for several days... Klein smiled and sat on the sofa next to Talim:
Although it may not be rewarding to help the police investigate the serial murder case, the bounty is attractive enough, and establishing a good relationship with the police department is very important for us private detectives.
All of the above are bragging, I am just an inconspicuous character who was called... He teased himself in his heart.
Several members sitting behind them discussed the latest Western Railway stocks and Dongbailang Plantation stocks under the guidance of a man suspected of stockbroker.
Talim had no doubts about Klein's answer and laughed:
This is indeed a busy thing for the detective.
After a few greetings, he gradually entered a state of thought.
Just as Klein was about to leave the underground shooting range, Talim suddenly looked at him and said:
Mr. Moriarty, can I ask a question?
Well, you can charge a consultation fee.
This order is free, and you can just call me Sherlock.Klein laughed.
Talim nodded slightly and said hesitantly:
I have a friend who falls in love with someone he shouldn't love. How should I deal with this situation?
Although I have always thought that when asking similar questions, I have a friend who is equivalent to myself, Talim's emotional color means that it is not him. He is in a difficult situation, but he cannot see any pain... Klein, who turned on his spiritual vision, leaned back slightly, and held his hands together and said:
Sorry, I'm not a psychologist, nor is I an expert in newspapers and magazines who are good at solving emotional problems.
My only advice is not to break the law.
Haha, this is just a joke. First of all, we need to figure out what "shouldn't" originate?Is there a hatred relationship between the families of both parties?
Talim glanced at him and said helplessly:
No, this is not the story of Romeo and Juliet!
Hearing the other party's answer, a illusory whisper seemed to ring in Klein's ears:
Author: Rosel Gustav... Author: Rosel Gustav... Author: Rosel Gustav...
He shook his head, apologized to Mr. Sha, and smiled:
This work of Emperor Rossell the Great is so classic. When I mention love that shouldn't be, I will think of it.
So, why shouldn't we be together?
Talim said silently for a few seconds:
I have to keep it a secret, sorry, just pretend I haven't asked.
Confidential?That's a very identifiable person...Ah... fell in love with the same sex?Falling in love with someone with blood?Klein suppressed his intense curiosity and spread his hands:
Then I can only give you another suggestion and read more emotional best-selling novels such as "Storm Villa" and "Love and Jealousy".
Talim twitched his lips a few times and sighed:
Alas, this can only be the last resort. In my opinion, the feelings in those best-selling novels do not seem to happen between normal humans.
I feel so!Klein agreed deeply.
After looking at each other and smiling at Talim, he got up and went to the underground shooting range to practice his guns and extraordinary abilities. It was almost noon before he returned to the first floor and headed straight to the cafeteria.
He had noticed before that today's limited supply is foie gras, fried with red wine, and served with apple slices and bread soaked in butter.
Taking the food, Crane walked to the table where Talim was, and at this moment, besides Talim, there was another acquaintance of him, who also used as a guarantee to introduce him to the club's surgeon Alan Kris.
Just as he had put the dining plate on, before he could sit down, Klein suddenly found a cane leaning against the chair of the famous surgeon.
Alan, what's wrong?He asked with concern.
Alan, tall and thin, cold-looking, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, patted his right leg and said:
No, don't mention it, this is so unlucky!I fell down the stairs and had serious bone cracks, so I could only use plaster to fix it.
Really unlucky enough.Klein echoed and sighed, cut a piece of foie gras, stuffed it into his mouth with dipping juice, and the feeling of melting as soon as it touched made the aroma of fat continue to expand, stimulating every taste bud.
I've been out of luck for a long time.Allen raised his hand and pushed the frame down, rubbing the forehead.
He then looked at Klein, then looked at Talim, and asked hesitantly:
Mr. Moriarty, do you have it?
What?Klein asked with his head up.
Allen lowered his voice:
You are a well-known detective, you should know a lot of people, right?
fine.Klein said perfunctorily without understanding what the other party means.
Allen glanced at Talim again, took a breath and said:
Do you know anyone like a rural witch doctor?No, I mean, some talented diviners or mystics enthusiasts, I think, I think my recent misfortune is too abnormal...
I knew that those who were very likely to be fake and deceptive, but could not find any other way to get rid of their bad luck. I tried to go to the church to pray, donate, and attend the Mass, but it did not work.
Some talented diviners or occultists...you seem to be talking about me... Klein thought:
Alan, tell me in detail what happened to you.
Talim next to him also nodded:
Don't worry, although I am a believer of the Lord, I do not reject mystical things.
Allen sighed distressedly:
Many things, such as a mistake in surgery, a steam train accident traveling, and when I got home, I found a thief who went into the hospital, but fell down the stairs... Do you think, could anyone curse me?
Well, I heard Ellen mention similar things before... Klein frowned slightly.
As a former night watchman, he could easily associate a seal from this description:
Doom puppet!
Similar items?He turned on his spiritual vision and asked seriously:
Allen, think about it carefully, before those unlucky things came continuously, did you or your family, well, have you also encountered unlucky things?
The famous detective wrote in the letter:
Your ideas have greatly helped us, please allow me to thank you here first.
After receiving the letter you sent, we immediately organized people to check some key areas and found corresponding clues. Many stray animals that often appear nearby and are remembered by residents have disappeared one after another.
In this process, we also noticed an interesting thing. In the serial murder case four years ago, the target was a prostitute with a single child. Many people living around the scene once mentioned that the most suspected teenager, although withdrawn and vicious, was quite loving to animals, especially a larger black dog.
After the teenager died in a gangster fire, the people around him never saw the dog again.
I'm curious, who is its current owner, and is it the murderer of an unsolved serial murder case even longer ago?
All of the above were proven at the 12th murderer's case and played a key role, allowing the police to initially identify the suspect. If everything goes well and the criminal is arrested, we will be able to receive most of the bounty.
My friend, I clearly remember your contribution and will never forget your share.
……
Aisinger Stanton seemed a little suspicious that I knew the truth about the Demon, so he deliberately hints about something?Klein put down the letter paper and muttered silently.
However, this letter also made him feel relieved:
Official extraordinary people have not found the wrong partner!
If the demon giant dog does not receive any other help, it will be sooner or later to be captured and shot dead.
As for the fact that Esinger Stanton speculated that the other party had a master, Klein lacked enough evidence to confirm it, so it can only be said that there is a certain probability.
In short, my mission has ended here, and the next thing is the matter of the Nightkeeper, the Punisher, and the Heart of the Machinery Team.Klein pulled out the brand new paper, picked up the round belly pen, and replied to Esinger Stanton with a humble letter, and ignored his subtle hints, like a real ordinary private detective.
After cutting another paper man, after going out to send the letter, Klein walked to the public carriage waiting point, thinking with ease:
Next, you can wait to collect the money...
Rapard said he was going to see the Rossell Memorial Exhibition for three days in a row. I had to wait for Saturday to find him and pay the last payment. I hope that by then the bicycle patent has been applied for. Alas, the work efficiency of the Beckland Patent Office has always been low.
Klein had just figured out his arrangements today. When the extraordinary party could not be held and he could not buy the corresponding items, he suddenly became free and did not need to be busy for a while.
In the morning, I went to the Kragg Club to practice guns, practice extraordinary abilities, and have lunch there. Then I found a better circus to watch the magician's performance to see if I could get some inspiration.He took out his gold-shelled pocket watch and took a look, and got on the public carriage in a good mood.
…………
Hillston District, Kragg Club.
Because Klein comes at least twice a week, the waiters all remember him and don't need him to show his membership certificate and the White Frost sign badge.
It was Wednesday morning, and most of the members of the Kragg Club were of a relatively high status middle class, engaged in fixed and decent jobs, not Sunday, not annual leave, not afternoon tea time, so it was very difficult to come.
The spacious and bright hall looked extremely empty, with only a few people sitting in the coffee table and sofa area in the corner.
After glanced over there, Klein saw an acquaintance, so he went up and said hello:
Talim, today's weather is so great that you should be on the racetrack.
The acquaintance was Talim Dumont, a noble equestrian teacher who introduced him to the club at the request of Mrs. Mary. He once brought a business to Kline, which was to protect the Daily Observer reporter Mike Joseph to conduct an investigation.
Talim raised his head, touched his short brown curly hair, and smiled:
Oh, dear detective, what are you busy with recently?I haven't seen you for a long time.
That's when you haven't been to the club for several days... Klein smiled and sat on the sofa next to Talim:
Although it may not be rewarding to help the police investigate the serial murder case, the bounty is attractive enough, and establishing a good relationship with the police department is very important for us private detectives.
All of the above are bragging, I am just an inconspicuous character who was called... He teased himself in his heart.
Several members sitting behind them discussed the latest Western Railway stocks and Dongbailang Plantation stocks under the guidance of a man suspected of stockbroker.
Talim had no doubts about Klein's answer and laughed:
This is indeed a busy thing for the detective.
After a few greetings, he gradually entered a state of thought.
Just as Klein was about to leave the underground shooting range, Talim suddenly looked at him and said:
Mr. Moriarty, can I ask a question?
Well, you can charge a consultation fee.
This order is free, and you can just call me Sherlock.Klein laughed.
Talim nodded slightly and said hesitantly:
I have a friend who falls in love with someone he shouldn't love. How should I deal with this situation?
Although I have always thought that when asking similar questions, I have a friend who is equivalent to myself, Talim's emotional color means that it is not him. He is in a difficult situation, but he cannot see any pain... Klein, who turned on his spiritual vision, leaned back slightly, and held his hands together and said:
Sorry, I'm not a psychologist, nor is I an expert in newspapers and magazines who are good at solving emotional problems.
My only advice is not to break the law.
Haha, this is just a joke. First of all, we need to figure out what "shouldn't" originate?Is there a hatred relationship between the families of both parties?
Talim glanced at him and said helplessly:
No, this is not the story of Romeo and Juliet!
Hearing the other party's answer, a illusory whisper seemed to ring in Klein's ears:
Author: Rosel Gustav... Author: Rosel Gustav... Author: Rosel Gustav...
He shook his head, apologized to Mr. Sha, and smiled:
This work of Emperor Rossell the Great is so classic. When I mention love that shouldn't be, I will think of it.
So, why shouldn't we be together?
Talim said silently for a few seconds:
I have to keep it a secret, sorry, just pretend I haven't asked.
Confidential?That's a very identifiable person...Ah... fell in love with the same sex?Falling in love with someone with blood?Klein suppressed his intense curiosity and spread his hands:
Then I can only give you another suggestion and read more emotional best-selling novels such as "Storm Villa" and "Love and Jealousy".
Talim twitched his lips a few times and sighed:
Alas, this can only be the last resort. In my opinion, the feelings in those best-selling novels do not seem to happen between normal humans.
I feel so!Klein agreed deeply.
After looking at each other and smiling at Talim, he got up and went to the underground shooting range to practice his guns and extraordinary abilities. It was almost noon before he returned to the first floor and headed straight to the cafeteria.
He had noticed before that today's limited supply is foie gras, fried with red wine, and served with apple slices and bread soaked in butter.
Taking the food, Crane walked to the table where Talim was, and at this moment, besides Talim, there was another acquaintance of him, who also used as a guarantee to introduce him to the club's surgeon Alan Kris.
Just as he had put the dining plate on, before he could sit down, Klein suddenly found a cane leaning against the chair of the famous surgeon.
Alan, what's wrong?He asked with concern.
Alan, tall and thin, cold-looking, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, patted his right leg and said:
No, don't mention it, this is so unlucky!I fell down the stairs and had serious bone cracks, so I could only use plaster to fix it.
Really unlucky enough.Klein echoed and sighed, cut a piece of foie gras, stuffed it into his mouth with dipping juice, and the feeling of melting as soon as it touched made the aroma of fat continue to expand, stimulating every taste bud.
I've been out of luck for a long time.Allen raised his hand and pushed the frame down, rubbing the forehead.
He then looked at Klein, then looked at Talim, and asked hesitantly:
Mr. Moriarty, do you have it?
What?Klein asked with his head up.
Allen lowered his voice:
You are a well-known detective, you should know a lot of people, right?
fine.Klein said perfunctorily without understanding what the other party means.
Allen glanced at Talim again, took a breath and said:
Do you know anyone like a rural witch doctor?No, I mean, some talented diviners or mystics enthusiasts, I think, I think my recent misfortune is too abnormal...
I knew that those who were very likely to be fake and deceptive, but could not find any other way to get rid of their bad luck. I tried to go to the church to pray, donate, and attend the Mass, but it did not work.
Some talented diviners or occultists...you seem to be talking about me... Klein thought:
Alan, tell me in detail what happened to you.
Talim next to him also nodded:
Don't worry, although I am a believer of the Lord, I do not reject mystical things.
Allen sighed distressedly:
Many things, such as a mistake in surgery, a steam train accident traveling, and when I got home, I found a thief who went into the hospital, but fell down the stairs... Do you think, could anyone curse me?
Well, I heard Ellen mention similar things before... Klein frowned slightly.
As a former night watchman, he could easily associate a seal from this description:
Doom puppet!
Similar items?He turned on his spiritual vision and asked seriously:
Allen, think about it carefully, before those unlucky things came continuously, did you or your family, well, have you also encountered unlucky things?
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