After signing the contract with Miller Carter and receiving an advance payment of ten pounds, Klein wasn't in a hurry to go to Williams Street. Instead, he made an appointment at four in the afternoon.
Miller understood this very well. From his point of view, Detective Charlotte Moriarty, who was working alone, would definitely need to recruit people to carry out the exploration.
After the old-fashioned gentleman left, Klein immediately returned to the dining table and stuffed the cold steak into his stomach.
Seriously, doesn't he need to eat lunch? Why did he have to pick this time to visit … After barely filling his stomach, Klein bitterly began to tidy up.
At two in the afternoon, Mrs. Mary visited as scheduled. Her eyes were slightly red and swollen, but her expression was increasingly gloomy. Stelyn Sammer, who was accompanying her, had no choice but to remain silent.
Klein placed the photo he had carefully chosen into the envelope and handed it over.
"Ma 'am, please confirm it."
Mary hesitated for two seconds, slowly took a breath, took the envelope, pulled out the photo, and examined it carefully.
"… Very good, very good. You are the most efficient and responsible detective I've ever seen. I'm honored to introduce you to the members of the Quelaag Club … Here's the rest of the seven pounds. It's what you deserve." Mary took out a wallet from her leather handbag and counted out a five-pound note and two one-pound notes.
Then, without waiting for Klein's response, she stuffed the photo into the envelope, put it in her handbag, and abruptly got up to leave.
Tap! Tap! Tap! Her buttonless leather boots produced a hurried sound. Stelyn Sammer tried her best to chase after her before she could barely keep up.
When she opened the door to leave, Mary suddenly tripped and almost fell. Fortunately, Stelyn happened to support her.
With this interlude, Mary clearly slowed down and seemed to have become quiet.
Ma 'am, you forgot to bring your portable camera … I'll give it to Mrs. Sammer later and get her to bring it to you … Klein silently watched this scene, shook his head slightly, and didn't say a word.
He returned to the second floor, took an afternoon nap, and woke up comfortably to the sound of the nearby cathedral clock striking on time.
Klein had already flipped through the map and confirmed that Williams Street was at the junction of West Borough and Queens. It belonged to the core of Baekeland and was suitable for living.
A good house in West Borough or Hillston Borough costs about 2,500 pounds. Miller Carter's house is close to Empress Borough, and it's the property of a former viscount. It's definitely not small. Buying it in its entirety would cost at least 3,500 pounds, or even 5,000 pounds. That's enough to exchange for a rather good mystical item … He came to visit me without a butler or attendant. Is it because he's just arrived in Baekeland and hasn't gotten on the right track in every aspect? Klein put on his double-breasted frock coat and hat, picked up his cane, and went out into Minsk Street.
At this time, the gas lamps had not been lit, and the streets were even gloomier than in the evening. However, the air was still okay, not as pungent as the few districts in the east.
Riding a rental carriage all the way to Williams Street, Klein saw a manservant waiting outside the house at number 8.
The male servant was wearing a red waistcoat and light-colored trousers. He bowed respectfully to the guest.
"Good afternoon. May I know if you're Detective Moriarty?"
"Yes, I've made an appointment with Mr. Carter." Klein nodded slightly and followed the male servant into a mansion with a lawn in front and a garden on the side.
The house had two floors, and the first floor was rather messy. There were a lot of construction materials on display, and workers were coming and going to renovate it.
Miller Carter didn't wear his top hat. He covered his nose and came over.
"I'm very sorry. It's too messy and dirty here, but I hope that everything will be fine before my family arrives in Baekeland. I can only urge them to keep working."
With that said, he looked at the male servant and instructed, "Continue watching them.
Keep an eye on them. "
It's no wonder he didn't bring a servant with him. A servant has become a supervisor … Klein smiled and said, "I know quite a number of doctors.
They told me that newly renovated houses aren't suitable for immediate occupancy. They have to wait at least three months for ventilation. Otherwise, the elderly and children who aren't strong enough will easily fall ill. "
"Is that so?" Miller asked in puzzlement as he led Klein to the basement.
"I haven't verified it, but I choose to believe in authority. It's said that it originated from the words passed down by Rosell The Great," Klein casually made up a story.
Miller nodded and turned to look at the door. He couldn't help but frown.
"Mr. Detective, you didn't bring an assistant?"
"That building might hide quite a bit of danger."
I have an assistant, but you can't see it … Klein lampooned and said seriously, "This is my first exploration.
"This is my first exploration, so I will proceed cautiously. If there are any problems, I will immediately retreat."
"I have rich experience in this aspect. I won't let myself fall into a dangerous situation. And an assistant who isn't skilled enough with me will make my actions less agile and decisive."
Miller was taken aback.
"You're very professional."
A professional hoodwinker … Klein silently added.
Miller no longer had any doubts as he led Detective Moriarty through the messy living room and down a flight of stairs, entering a rather spacious basement.
There were no gas pipes, but there were four metal candlesticks embedded in the wall. The dim yellow light flickered.
Stepping on the stone slabs, Klein couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
As expected of a noble's estate. Even the basement has been "renovated." Furthermore, it's about the size of my living room …
At this moment, Miller pointed to the front.
"There's a secret door there. It was discovered by the workers during the renovation."
Klein focused his gaze, and with the help of the not-so-bright candlelight, he saw a grayish-white stone door in the corner. It was supposed to be a part of the wall, but it was now exposed.
"I'll leave the rest to you. Be careful." The old-school gentleman, Miller, gave Klein a lit lantern and exhorted him.
"Did you pass the ventilation beforehand?" Klein asked cautiously.
Miller shook his head indiscernibly.
"It's not particularly stuffy inside, but I didn't let the workers go too far."
"Alright." Klein checked his belongings and put on a black glove. Under Miller's gaze, he unhurriedly held the lantern, approached the stone door, and pushed it open with his cane.
With a slightly heavy creaking sound, he followed the light and saw a passageway paved with dark stone slabs.
There were a few wooden doors on both sides of the passageway and at the end. They were already showing signs of decay, but they were still barely usable.
It's not too old … However, the exaggerated style of the door and the deep and heavy stone slabs don't match … Which viscount's family changed it in the past? Klein quietly activated his Spirit Vision, gripped his cane tightly, and held the lantern as he walked forward step by step.
The light dispersed the darkness. As he passed by the rooms on both sides, he could see through the open door that was slightly empty because the workers Miller had hired hadn't explored in depth. He saw long tables and benches that matched the style of the door.
There's no flickering of spiritual light … Klein did a quick inspection and continued forward without stopping until he came to the black stone door at the end.
He stretched out his gloved right palm, half-clamped his cane, and slowly pushed the door open.
A jarring grinding sound began to reverberate as the stone door gradually cracked open. Suddenly, specks of light appeared in Klein's eyes, reflecting the countless intertwining aura colors.
His heart tightened as he suddenly pushed the door open and took a few steps back.
The gap in the stone door rapidly widened as a black, slippery creature suddenly fell from above.
It was a long snake with a triangular head and red patterns!
It straightened its upper body, spat out its forked tongue, and looked at Klein with its cold, brownish-yellow eyes.
Pa! Pa! Pa! One snake after another fell from the door and piled up at the entrance.
Past them, Klein saw a hall inside. In the middle of the hall, there were countless snakes of various colors squirming together, forming an exaggerated nest that was more than ten meters long and wide. The slippery and disgusting feeling assaulted his senses.
Klein's scalp went numb as he couldn't help but take two steps back. He even wanted to look away, not daring to look straight at it.
Although he was a man, he was still afraid of snakes. Snakes were the animals he was most afraid of.
This stemmed from a psychological trauma. When he was still a child, he liked to secretly push open the door to his room and watch movies with his parents through the gap when he was supposed to be sleeping.
Unfortunately, his parents once watched a movie about a snake disaster. There was a scene where a building was being demolished and a large nest of snakes was dug up. The dense squirming of the snakes was still deeply engraved in his mind.
Can a Slumber Charm affect so many snakes? Klein swallowed his saliva with difficulty and said to the air,
"What solution do you have?"
Miss Bodyguard's figure in a black Gothic dress quickly appeared beside him. She pursed her lips and didn't say a word.
Klein glanced at her, and she glanced at Klein. Neither of them spoke.
After a snake slowly slithered out, Klein finally coughed and repeated, "That's right.
"What solution do you have?"
Miss Bodyguard didn't answer as she floated up. A cold wind suddenly blew in the passageway.
Whoosh!
The wind surged and blew into the hall. The temperature rapidly dropped as it approached the outside world.
Wu!
The densely packed snakes in the center of the hall suddenly dispersed and slithered in all directions, looking for a warmer and more suitable place to live.
Two or three minutes later, a thin layer of frost formed on the surface of the hall and the passageway. The countless snakes had already disappeared.
Wu!
The sound of the wind did not stop. Klein shivered and said,
"Almost, almost."
The surging cold wind slowed down, but the cold feeling did not weaken. Miss Bodyguard's figure disappeared in midair.
Klein raised his right hand with his cane, covered his mouth and nose, and sneezed. Then, he raised the lantern and carefully passed through the stone door into the wide hall.
The style of this place was the same as the passageway outside. It was mainly made of black stone slabs, and there were eight pillars of the same color.
Metal rods hung down from the high dome, and at the bottom of them were candlesticks carved into different creatures.
Inverted candlesticks … As a university student in the history department, and as someone who could barely be considered an elite in this field, Klein made a preliminary judgment through this unique arrangement.
"Fourth Epoch architecture?"
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