West Borough, Green Park Street.
Klein, who already had a light beard around his mouth, wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, a half top hat, and a black cane. He followed Rogo Carolman into a spacious and bright living room.
There was a huge crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, and the walls, corners, and table were decorated with all kinds of golden reliefs and ornaments. The whole place looked gorgeous, exquisite, and extravagant.
As expected of a jewelry merchant, a jewelry merchant who lives in West Borough … Klein scanned the oil paintings beside him and sighed inwardly.
With every step Rogo took, the fat on his body would jiggle, making people speculate maliciously about when his clothes and pants would burst.
But clearly, as a jewelry merchant, he had enough money to buy the best quality clothes.
"Detective Moriarty, this is my child, Adol." Rogo stopped at the edge of the carpet and pointed at the fifteen-year-old boy sitting on the single-seater sofa.
As every fireplace in the house had been ignited, and there were metal pipes transmitting heat, the living room was rather warm. It made Klein want to strip down to a shirt and a pair of trousers. However, the boy was wrapped in a thick fur coat, and his legs were covered with a blanket that looked very hot.
At that moment, he was lowering his head and hugging himself tightly. He was trembling non-stop, and his dark blue hair seemed to have lost its luster.
Luo Ge glanced at him worriedly and whispered,
Upon hearing this, Adol looked up, revealing his pale face, blue lips, and unfocused eyes.
Upon hearing this, Adol looked up, revealing his pale face, blue lips, and unfocused eyes.
"Protect me, protect me … They're going to kill me! They're going to kill me! "His voice became sharper and sharper, and in the end, he covered his ears with both hands and shouted loudly.
After a few seconds, he gradually calmed down.
And during this process, Klein had already tapped his teeth and secretly activated his Spirit Vision.
Eh … He held back the surprise that leaped to the tip of his tongue and carefully examined Adol.
He saw that the color of Adol's aura was dyed with a dark black with a hint of green!
This was the sign of a vengeful spirit haunting him, or even possessing him!
Adol's bad friends are already taking revenge on him … Or perhaps, there's no such thing as bad friends at all. He encountered a wraith and was hallucinating … Klein quietly reached out and grabbed Mr. Aztec's copper whistle. He then spread his spirituality and looked away thoughtfully at the others in the living room.
Near the oriel window stood a man in a black coat. He was tall and burly, serious, and his waist bulged as if he was hiding a pistol.
This should be one of the six security personnel … Klein was about to size up the other person when Rogo Karoman introduced him.
"Detective Kaslana, her assistant, Lydia."
"Detective Stuart."
At this point, Rogo turned his body halfway and pointed at Klein.
"This is Detective Sherlock Moriarty."
Kaslana was in her thirties. She had black hair, blue eyes, and thick eyebrows. She seemed to be quite a beauty when she was young, but now, due to her slightly sagging cheeks, she didn't look easy to get along with.
Her assistant, Lydia, was a red-haired lady in her twenties. She had an excellent figure, but her looks were rather average.
The two ladies were dressed in clothes that resembled aristocratic riding uniforms. They wore white shirts that hugged the waist and trousers that were more close-fitting for movement. The only difference was that their collars and cuffs were pleated.
In addition, they didn't bother concealing their revolvers at their waists.
This reminded Klein of what Lawyer Jurgen had said. It was that for a private detective, illegal gun possession was a problem that could be solved with a single investigation. With the difficulty of obtaining a permit for the use of all types of weapons, it was very difficult to obtain one unless one was a noble, a member of parliament, or a high-ranking government employee.
Stuart sat opposite Kaslana and Lydia. He didn't have much flesh on his face, but he had a large beard. His light green eyes were abnormally spirited.
He was about the same age as Lydia, and his height was close to Klein's. He was a little over 1.7 meters tall and weighed 140 pounds.
Stuart had an armpit holster that contained what was clearly a custom-made revolver.
After greeting each other in a reserved manner, Klein took off his coat and hat and handed it to the maid beside him.
"Put it in a place where I can get it quickly. There are some important items inside."
In fact, he had already moved the paper figurines, notes, charms, and matchboxes into his trouser pockets. Inside his coat were only herbal powder, extract essence, wallet keys, and the 206 pounds in notes in his wallet.
Stuart sat there, turned his head to size up Klein, and chuckled.
He chuckled and said, "You didn't bring a gun?"
"Gun? This is my gun. "Klein smiled as he raised his cane.
At the same time, he puffed up his cheeks and mimicked a sound.
Bang!
A gunshot rang out. Without a thought, Stuart rolled forward. Kaslana and Lydia quickly left the sofa and found a spot to hide.
Rogo and the servant beside him were surprised and confused. They didn't understand what had happened. Adol continued to lower his head and tremble.
When they saw that Klein was only holding a black cane in his hand and realized that nothing had happened, Kaslana and the others regained their composure and asked with a frown,
At the same time, they frowned and asked, "What happened just now?"
"Ever since I picked up a pistol and handed it in, I've been learning how to mimic a sound. It looks like the effects aren't bad," Klein replied half-jokingly.
"This isn't something fun, Detective Moriarty," Kaslana said in a deep voice.
I just wanted to perform a magic trick for you … Klein lampooned and handed the cane to the maid.
He nodded solemnly and said, "I'll be careful."
Stuart, who was in the most sorry state just now, did not show any signs of anger. He patted his clothes with interest, stood up, and asked,
He patted his clothes with interest and stood up. "Mr. Moriarty, why haven't I heard of you? He patted his clothes with interest, stood up, and asked, "What I mean is, I know quite a lot of people in the detective industry, but I didn't know you before."
"I only arrived in Baekeland in early September," Klein explained briefly.
"I see …" Stuart smiled. "Tonight, we'll be in a team of two. We'll be in charge of the wee hours until tomorrow morning. That won't be a problem, right?"
"No," Klein replied with the same smile.
"Alright, after dinner, you can go and rest. Then, you can take turns in the wee hours of the morning," Kaslana added.
Klein took a deep look at the trembling Adol and nodded seriously.
...
Nothing happened the entire afternoon. The worried host and hostess prepared a sumptuous dinner for the detective and the security personnel, but there were no alcoholic beverages.
After having his fill, Klein and the bearded young man, Stuart, walked to their guest room on the second floor.
Seeing that there was no one around, Stuart shook his head and said, "Sherlock, you should've seen it.
"Sherlock, you should have seen that Adol's problem isn't that someone wants revenge on him."
Brother, you sure are friendly … Klein's expression didn't change as he asked in return,
"What do you mean?"
"He looks like he has a mental problem, or … or, according to the villagers, he's being haunted by a ghost or evil spirit. To be frank, I'm very afraid of that." Stuart sighed. "Mr. Colloman should take him to a psychiatrist. If that doesn't work, find a priest of the Lord of Storms and get them to sprinkle holy water and perform a ritual!"
"You can bring up this suggestion to him," Klein said to the point.
"In two days, if Adol doesn't get better, I'll consider it." Stuart turned his head to glance at Klein.
Klein smiled and said, "That's your problem.
"That's your problem. I'll end the commission tomorrow."
At this moment, the two of them arrived at their destination and entered their respective rooms.
...
One in the morning, in Adol's bedroom.
Klein sat in a rocking chair, holding Aztec's copper whistle as he quietly looked at the person he was protecting. Stuart was drinking coffee at the desk.
The two of them didn't speak, afraid that they would wake up Adol, who had fallen asleep with great difficulty.
Time passed minute by minute, second by second. Suddenly, a cold and gloomy intent swept through the room.
Adol suddenly sat up and opened his eyes.
"What's wrong?" Stuart asked nervously.
"Go, to the bathroom..." Adol replied in a low and ethereal voice.
His face seemed to turn paler, and his lips turned purplish.
Just as Stuart was about to speak, he saw Sherlock Moriarty stand up and nod at him.
"I'll follow him."
"Alright." Stuart secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
With his hands in his pockets, Klein walked one step behind Adol and followed him to the bathroom door two rooms away.
Adol was just about to close the door when he suddenly saw a figure flash in.
"I can't let you out of my sight. Heh, do whatever you need to do. Pretend I don't exist. "Klein smiled as he leaned against the corner of the wall.
Adol remained silent. His unfocused gaze swept across the room as he looked at the mirror.
He turned on the faucet and allowed the water to flow down.
At this moment, Klein took out a box of matches and lit one, as if he wanted to smoke.
However, he didn't do so. He blew lightly and let the match turn into an extinguished state.
Pa!
Klein casually threw the match in front of him and took out another item.
Adol, whose back was facing him, suddenly straightened his back. His figure in the mirror was as pale as a corpse.
Whoosh! In the bathroom, a cold wind howled. Adol didn't move his waist or his legs. He turned around and stared intently at Klein's left hand, at the exquisite copper whistle that was constantly being thrown and caught.
Whoosh!
A gust of cold wind suddenly blew at Klein's face.
His smile remained unchanged as he snapped his fingers.
With a bang, a flame rose from the ground and ignited the invisible figure.
The figure only struggled twice before completely dissipating, and the flames extinguished.
Klein put away the Aztec copper whistle in his hand and calmly looked at Adol, whose eyes were gradually focusing.
Adol seemed to have had a long nightmare, and he finally woke up.
He blankly saw a young man in a white shirt, dark trousers, and gold-rimmed glasses standing a few steps away. He saw that the man was leaning against the wall with a smile.
Then, he heard a gentle voice.
"What exactly happened to you?"
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