The bells pulled by the rope kept shaking, spreading the sound throughout the spacious but relatively empty living room.
Klein, who was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper and studying those investment opportunities, stood up. He was wearing a white shirt and a black vest without a bow tie, and he was a bit casual at home.
My first single commission in my detective career?
However, I can't always wait at home and wait for the task to come to my door. Well... I have to get a message book and hang it at the door and put it in a water-absorbing pen. In this way, customers can write down the time to visit again and make me prepare in advance... But for a new detective who just entered the industry, it basically means there is no next time... Alas, I can only have a little trouble for the time being. Every morning divination whether there is a commission on the day of the day, and at what time, to arrange it... Of course, this may miss the task of the commissioner being an extraordinary person. Well, if you miss it, it is likely to be a good thing...
Klein thought and walked to the door, without having to pass through the cat's eyes, the image of the outside visitors naturally emerged in his mind:
One is an old lady wearing a black plush hood. Her back is slightly hunched, her face is very wrinkled, and her skin is shriveled and yellow, but the dark dress is formal and decent and looks very neat.
Her temples were already completely white, but her blue eyes were quite vivid. She was looking at the young man next to her and signaling him to pull the doorbell again.
The young man was in his 20s and had eyes similar to the old lady. In the increasingly cold weather, he wore a long black double-breasted dress popular with the gentleman class of Bakerland, a half-height silk top hat, and a bow tie that looked like he would not relax his demands on himself at any moment or any scene.
With the help of the clown's premonition, before the bell shook again, Klein twisted the handle, opened the door, and greeted with a smile:
Good morning, ma’am, sir, today is a good day, and so far I have seen the sun for five minutes.
He talked about the weather in a slightly exaggerated way, which was the topic of greetings that Beckland had been popular for hundreds of years.
Yes, it always shyly hides behind the fog and clouds, and refuses to come out.The old lady nodded in agreement.
And the young man asked:
Are you Detective Sherlock Moriarty?
Yes, what do you need to entrust?Sorry, please come in, let’s go to the sofa and chat.Klein turned his body sideways, moved out of the passage, and pointed to the reception area.
No, no need.The old lady said in a slightly sharp voice, "I don't want to waste any time, but I'm still waiting for me to rescue it!"
it?Klein noticed the most important pronoun and suddenly had a bad premonition.
The young man dressed very formally nodded and said:
Brody is a cat that my grandma, Ms. Doris, got lost last night, I hope you can help us find it, we live at the end of the street, I am willing to pay 5 Sulle for it, of course, if you can finally prove that you have spent more time and energy than this, I will compensate you for it.
Looking for a cat?The reason I entrusted me was because it was on the same street, which was very convenient... Klein felt that this was not the detective career he imagined.
This makes me look like a clown... Well, the first order business cannot be pushed out, this is the point of view from the diviner... He pondered for a few seconds:
Can you describe it in detail?
The old lady Doris said before the young man said:
Brody is a cute, lively black cat, very healthy, with beautiful green eyes, and likes to eat cooked chicken breasts the most, Goddess Ah, he ran away like that last night, no, he must have lost his way, I put a lot of chicken breasts in his bowl, and he was unwilling to come back and take a look.
...Klein said with his lips curled up:
I'm very satisfied with your description, Mrs. Doris.
I accept this commission, OK, go to your home now, I need to find clues and find traces, you should be very clear that the core of reasoning lies in the details.
Mrs. Doris nodded without asking for her grandson’s advice:
You are the most actionable detective I have ever met, the deal is completed!
Klein put on his coat, hat, picked up his cane, followed Ms. Doris and her grandson to the street.
Unlike Tingen, many areas of Beckland have been rebuilt with cement or asphalt, and even in rainy weather, it will not be so muddy.
Taking advantage of the opportunity of the old lady walking in front of her, his grandson came to Klein and lowered his voice:
I hope you can do your best to find Brody.
Since my grandfather and parents passed away one after another, it has become one of the pillars of my grandma's life.
After Brody got lost, my grandma had mental problems and even had auditory hallucinations. She always told me that she heard Brody screaming in a pity.
Klein nodded solemnly:
I will do my best, by the way, I don’t know what to call you yet?
Jurgen, Jurgen Cooper, a senior affairs lawyer.The young man replied.
Soon, they arrived at No. 58 Minsk Street and entered the house with a dark tone.
This is Brody's Bowl, it's its favorite box, and it always sleeps in it.Doris' wrinkled face was filled with two emotions of worry and expectation.
Klein squatted down and found several black cat hair from the box.
He straightened his body and held the silver-inlaid cane with his hands holding the cat's hair.
Klein's eyes turned deeper, pretending to observe around, and silently recited the divination sentences.
His hands quietly left the head of the stick but did not completely break away, making it impossible for Jurgen and Doris to notice the fact that the stick was standing on its own.
Immediately afterwards, the black silver-inlaid cane tilted to the front, and the tilt speed was very slow and the amplitude was very small.
Klein held the head of the stick again, looked in that direction, and observed carefully for more than ten seconds.
Then he took a step forward and walked over to an old cabinet.
Are there any signs of Brody's escape?Jurgen asked with concern, and the old lady Doris was also waiting for the answer.
Klein did not answer, half-squatted down and opened the door on the bottom floor of the cabinet.
ÁWoo!
A black cat rushed out of it, running upwards to its bowl.
Brody…When did you get into the cabinet?How could you be locked in a cupboard?Mrs. Doris shouted in surprise and confusion.
Yuergen turned his head in shock and looked at Klein:
How do you know it's in a cabinet?
Klein smiled and replied in a low voice:
This is reasoning.
…………
Klein, who has gained the friendship between Mrs. Doris and Jurgen, has received 5 Suller's reward, returned to No. 15 Minsk Street where he rented it in the dark sky.
Before he got closer, he saw a figure wandering at his door.
Have a new business?Klein looked at him and saw the visitor wearing an old coat of age and a dome hat. He was a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old.
he?Klein immediately recognized that the other party was the big boy he had met on the steam subway that he had just arrived in Beckland.
The maturity and calmness he showed at that time left a very deep impression on Klein.
What will be commissioned... Grudge, Klein walked over and smiled:
May I ask, are you here to find me?
The big boy was startled and turned around in a hurry, with unconcealed fear in his bright red eyes.
He calmed down and hesitated and said:
Are you Detective Sherlock Moriarty?
Yes.Klein looked around and said, "If there is anything, let's go in and talk about it."
OKThe older boy did not refuse.
After entering the house, Klein did not take off his coat, but just took off his hat and put his cane on.
He led the big boy to the hospitality area, pointed to the long sofa and said:
Please sit down, what should I call you?What do you want to entrust?
You can call me Ian.The big boy looked around and was silent for several seconds. I was previously employed by another detective, Mr. Zerel Victor Lee, to help him collect some information and intelligence.
Klein sat down, clenched his hands:
Your delegation has something to do with your former employer?
Um.Ian Zheng pointed at it. I suddenly found myself being followed a few days ago, and was following me maliciously, so I thought of a way to get rid of them. Uh... I think Mr. Moriarty, you should have witnessed this scene. As soon as I saw you, I recognized you as the gentleman who looked at me several times on the subway that day.
...This observational power is no less than that of the audience... Could it be that he is born with a special type?
Or is it an extraordinary person?
Klein turned on his spiritual vision, looked at Ian a few times, and found nothing strange.
He nodded and replied calmly:
I was impressed by your response.
Ian didn't worry about this matter and continued:
I suspected that my experience was related to Mr. Zeril, so I visited him at his residence and found that it seemed normal, but many hidden small mechanisms that reminded someone to sneak into were touched.
I have never seen Mr. Zerrel again since that day, and I suspect something happened to him.
I tried to call the police, but the days he had disappeared had not met the requirements. I tried to ask other detectives I knew, but they all refused me, because they had just met Mr. Zerill and were at a party with him.
This surprised me very much because I used the agreed method to contact Mr. Zerrell but received no response.
I still insist on my judgment and planned to ask for help from detectives that Mr. Zerill didn't know. Well, in this way, I don't know anyone, I don't know who to look for, and I can only find out through the newspaper, so I found you, Mr. Sherlock Moriarty.
Klein, who was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper and studying those investment opportunities, stood up. He was wearing a white shirt and a black vest without a bow tie, and he was a bit casual at home.
My first single commission in my detective career?
However, I can't always wait at home and wait for the task to come to my door. Well... I have to get a message book and hang it at the door and put it in a water-absorbing pen. In this way, customers can write down the time to visit again and make me prepare in advance... But for a new detective who just entered the industry, it basically means there is no next time... Alas, I can only have a little trouble for the time being. Every morning divination whether there is a commission on the day of the day, and at what time, to arrange it... Of course, this may miss the task of the commissioner being an extraordinary person. Well, if you miss it, it is likely to be a good thing...
Klein thought and walked to the door, without having to pass through the cat's eyes, the image of the outside visitors naturally emerged in his mind:
One is an old lady wearing a black plush hood. Her back is slightly hunched, her face is very wrinkled, and her skin is shriveled and yellow, but the dark dress is formal and decent and looks very neat.
Her temples were already completely white, but her blue eyes were quite vivid. She was looking at the young man next to her and signaling him to pull the doorbell again.
The young man was in his 20s and had eyes similar to the old lady. In the increasingly cold weather, he wore a long black double-breasted dress popular with the gentleman class of Bakerland, a half-height silk top hat, and a bow tie that looked like he would not relax his demands on himself at any moment or any scene.
With the help of the clown's premonition, before the bell shook again, Klein twisted the handle, opened the door, and greeted with a smile:
Good morning, ma’am, sir, today is a good day, and so far I have seen the sun for five minutes.
He talked about the weather in a slightly exaggerated way, which was the topic of greetings that Beckland had been popular for hundreds of years.
Yes, it always shyly hides behind the fog and clouds, and refuses to come out.The old lady nodded in agreement.
And the young man asked:
Are you Detective Sherlock Moriarty?
Yes, what do you need to entrust?Sorry, please come in, let’s go to the sofa and chat.Klein turned his body sideways, moved out of the passage, and pointed to the reception area.
No, no need.The old lady said in a slightly sharp voice, "I don't want to waste any time, but I'm still waiting for me to rescue it!"
it?Klein noticed the most important pronoun and suddenly had a bad premonition.
The young man dressed very formally nodded and said:
Brody is a cat that my grandma, Ms. Doris, got lost last night, I hope you can help us find it, we live at the end of the street, I am willing to pay 5 Sulle for it, of course, if you can finally prove that you have spent more time and energy than this, I will compensate you for it.
Looking for a cat?The reason I entrusted me was because it was on the same street, which was very convenient... Klein felt that this was not the detective career he imagined.
This makes me look like a clown... Well, the first order business cannot be pushed out, this is the point of view from the diviner... He pondered for a few seconds:
Can you describe it in detail?
The old lady Doris said before the young man said:
Brody is a cute, lively black cat, very healthy, with beautiful green eyes, and likes to eat cooked chicken breasts the most, Goddess Ah, he ran away like that last night, no, he must have lost his way, I put a lot of chicken breasts in his bowl, and he was unwilling to come back and take a look.
...Klein said with his lips curled up:
I'm very satisfied with your description, Mrs. Doris.
I accept this commission, OK, go to your home now, I need to find clues and find traces, you should be very clear that the core of reasoning lies in the details.
Mrs. Doris nodded without asking for her grandson’s advice:
You are the most actionable detective I have ever met, the deal is completed!
Klein put on his coat, hat, picked up his cane, followed Ms. Doris and her grandson to the street.
Unlike Tingen, many areas of Beckland have been rebuilt with cement or asphalt, and even in rainy weather, it will not be so muddy.
Taking advantage of the opportunity of the old lady walking in front of her, his grandson came to Klein and lowered his voice:
I hope you can do your best to find Brody.
Since my grandfather and parents passed away one after another, it has become one of the pillars of my grandma's life.
After Brody got lost, my grandma had mental problems and even had auditory hallucinations. She always told me that she heard Brody screaming in a pity.
Klein nodded solemnly:
I will do my best, by the way, I don’t know what to call you yet?
Jurgen, Jurgen Cooper, a senior affairs lawyer.The young man replied.
Soon, they arrived at No. 58 Minsk Street and entered the house with a dark tone.
This is Brody's Bowl, it's its favorite box, and it always sleeps in it.Doris' wrinkled face was filled with two emotions of worry and expectation.
Klein squatted down and found several black cat hair from the box.
He straightened his body and held the silver-inlaid cane with his hands holding the cat's hair.
Klein's eyes turned deeper, pretending to observe around, and silently recited the divination sentences.
His hands quietly left the head of the stick but did not completely break away, making it impossible for Jurgen and Doris to notice the fact that the stick was standing on its own.
Immediately afterwards, the black silver-inlaid cane tilted to the front, and the tilt speed was very slow and the amplitude was very small.
Klein held the head of the stick again, looked in that direction, and observed carefully for more than ten seconds.
Then he took a step forward and walked over to an old cabinet.
Are there any signs of Brody's escape?Jurgen asked with concern, and the old lady Doris was also waiting for the answer.
Klein did not answer, half-squatted down and opened the door on the bottom floor of the cabinet.
ÁWoo!
A black cat rushed out of it, running upwards to its bowl.
Brody…When did you get into the cabinet?How could you be locked in a cupboard?Mrs. Doris shouted in surprise and confusion.
Yuergen turned his head in shock and looked at Klein:
How do you know it's in a cabinet?
Klein smiled and replied in a low voice:
This is reasoning.
…………
Klein, who has gained the friendship between Mrs. Doris and Jurgen, has received 5 Suller's reward, returned to No. 15 Minsk Street where he rented it in the dark sky.
Before he got closer, he saw a figure wandering at his door.
Have a new business?Klein looked at him and saw the visitor wearing an old coat of age and a dome hat. He was a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old.
he?Klein immediately recognized that the other party was the big boy he had met on the steam subway that he had just arrived in Beckland.
The maturity and calmness he showed at that time left a very deep impression on Klein.
What will be commissioned... Grudge, Klein walked over and smiled:
May I ask, are you here to find me?
The big boy was startled and turned around in a hurry, with unconcealed fear in his bright red eyes.
He calmed down and hesitated and said:
Are you Detective Sherlock Moriarty?
Yes.Klein looked around and said, "If there is anything, let's go in and talk about it."
OKThe older boy did not refuse.
After entering the house, Klein did not take off his coat, but just took off his hat and put his cane on.
He led the big boy to the hospitality area, pointed to the long sofa and said:
Please sit down, what should I call you?What do you want to entrust?
You can call me Ian.The big boy looked around and was silent for several seconds. I was previously employed by another detective, Mr. Zerel Victor Lee, to help him collect some information and intelligence.
Klein sat down, clenched his hands:
Your delegation has something to do with your former employer?
Um.Ian Zheng pointed at it. I suddenly found myself being followed a few days ago, and was following me maliciously, so I thought of a way to get rid of them. Uh... I think Mr. Moriarty, you should have witnessed this scene. As soon as I saw you, I recognized you as the gentleman who looked at me several times on the subway that day.
...This observational power is no less than that of the audience... Could it be that he is born with a special type?
Or is it an extraordinary person?
Klein turned on his spiritual vision, looked at Ian a few times, and found nothing strange.
He nodded and replied calmly:
I was impressed by your response.
Ian didn't worry about this matter and continued:
I suspected that my experience was related to Mr. Zeril, so I visited him at his residence and found that it seemed normal, but many hidden small mechanisms that reminded someone to sneak into were touched.
I have never seen Mr. Zerrel again since that day, and I suspect something happened to him.
I tried to call the police, but the days he had disappeared had not met the requirements. I tried to ask other detectives I knew, but they all refused me, because they had just met Mr. Zerill and were at a party with him.
This surprised me very much because I used the agreed method to contact Mr. Zerrell but received no response.
I still insist on my judgment and planned to ask for help from detectives that Mr. Zerill didn't know. Well, in this way, I don't know anyone, I don't know who to look for, and I can only find out through the newspaper, so I found you, Mr. Sherlock Moriarty.
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