Returning to the living room, Klein picked up the letter cutter, tore open the seal, and took out the letter from Eichinger Stanton.
The famous detective wrote in the letter:
"Your idea has helped us greatly. Please allow me to thank you here."
"After receiving your letter, we immediately organized people to investigate some key areas. As expected, we found the corresponding clues. Many stray animals that often appear nearby and are remembered by the residents have disappeared one after another."
"During this process, we also noticed something interesting. In the serial murder case four years ago, yes, the one where the target was a single prostitute with a child, many people who lived around the crime scene mentioned that although the most suspicious youth was unsociable and sinister, he was rather loving towards animals, especially a rather large black dog."
"After the youth died in a gang fight, the people around never saw the dog again."
"I'm very curious as to who its current owner is. Is it the murderer of an unsolved serial murder case from even longer ago?"
"The above matters were all proven at the scene of the 12th murder case and played a key role, allowing the police to initially lock onto the suspect. If everything goes smoothly, we will be able to obtain most of the bounty after the criminal is arrested."
"My friend, I clearly remember your contributions, and I will never forget your share."
…
Eichinger Stanton seems to suspect that I know the truth about the Devil, so he deliberately hinted at something? Klein put down the letter and muttered silently.
However, this letter also made him feel truly relieved.
The official Beyonders didn't find the wrong target!
If the giant Devil dog didn't receive any other help, it would only be a matter of time before it was captured and killed.
As for Eichinger Stanton's speculation that the dog had an owner, Klein lacked sufficient evidence to confirm it. He could only say that there was a certain probability.
"In short, my mission ends here. Next is the matter of the Nighthawks, Mandated Punishers, and Machinery Hivemind teams." Klein took out a brand new piece of paper, picked up a fountain pen, and replied to Eichinger Stanton with a humble letter. He ignored his subtle hints, just like an ordinary private detective.
After cutting another paper figurine and sending the letter out, Klein walked to the public carriage waiting area and thought in a relaxed manner, "That's right.
Now, I can just wait to collect the money …
Leppard said that he would be looking at the Rosell Memorial Exhibition for three days in a row. I'll have to wait until Saturday to pay him the final sum. Hopefully, the patent for the bicycle will have been applied for by then. Sigh, Baekeland's patent office doesn't seem to be very efficient.
Klein had already thought of today's arrangements. With the Beyonder gathering unable to be held and unable to buy the corresponding items, he was suddenly free. He didn't need to be busy for the time being.
I'll go to the Quelaag Club in the morning to practice my marksmanship, Beyonder powers, and have lunch there. Then, I'll find a better circus and watch a magician's performance to see if I can get any inspiration. He took out his golden pocket watch and glanced at it before boarding the public carriage in a good mood.
…
Hillston Borough, Quelaag Club.
As Klein came at least twice a week, the attendants all remembered him. There was no need for him to show his proof of membership or his White Frost constellation badge.
It was Wednesday morning, and most of the members of the Quelaag Club belonged to the middle class. They had fixed and rather decent jobs, and it was very difficult for them to come if it wasn't Sunday, annual leave, or afternoon tea.
The spacious and bright hall appeared abnormally empty. There were only a few people sitting on the sofa at the coffee table in the corner.
Sweeping his gaze over, Klein saw an acquaintance, so he went up to greet him.
"Talim, the weather is so great today. You should be at the racetrack."
The acquaintance was the aristocratic equestrian teacher, Talim Dumont, who had introduced him to the club at the request of Mrs. Mary. He had once brought Klein a business deal, which was to protect the Daily Observer reporter, Mike Joseph, when he went to the Golden Rose for an investigation.
Talim looked up, touched his short brown curly hair, and smiled.
"Oh, honorable detective, what have you been busy with recently? I haven't seen you in a long time. "
That's because you haven't been to the club for a few days … Klein smiled as he sat on the sofa beside Talim.
"I'm helping the police investigate that serial murder case. Although I might not be able to get anything out of it, the bounty is tempting enough. Besides, establishing a good relationship with the police is very important for us private detectives."
I'm just bragging. I'm just an inconspicuous character who has been summoned … he mocked himself inwardly.
The members sitting on the sofa behind them were discussing the latest Western Railroad stocks and East Balam Plantation stocks under the guidance of a man who appeared to be a stockbroker.
Talim didn't have any doubts about Klein's answer.
He chuckled and said, "This is indeed something a detective is busy with."
After exchanging a few pleasantries, he gradually entered a thoughtful state.
Just as Klein was about to bid farewell and head to the underground shooting range, Talim suddenly looked at him.
"Mr. Moriarty, can I ask you a question?"
"Yes, you can charge a consultation fee."
"This is free. Also, just call me Sherlock." Klein laughed.
Talim nodded slightly and hesitated.
"I have a friend who fell in love with someone she shouldn't have. How should I deal with this situation?"
Although I've always believed that when asking similar questions, "I have a friend" is equivalent to "myself," Talim's emotional color indicates that it's not him. He's in a dilemma, but I can't see any pain … Klein, who had activated his Spirit Vision, leaned back slightly and clasped his hands together.
"I'm sorry, I'm not a psychiatrist, nor am I one of those experts in the newspapers and magazines who specialize in solving emotional problems."
"My only advice is, don't break the law."
"Hehe, this is just a joke. First of all, we have to figure out what 'shouldn't' is. Is there a grudge between their families? "
Talim glanced at him and said helplessly,
"No, this is not the story of Romeo and Juliet!"
Upon hearing the other party's answer, an illusory whisper seemed to ring in Klein's ears:
Author: Rosell Gustav … Author: Rosell Gustav … Author: Rosell Gustav …
He shook his head and apologized to Grandpa Sha, then smiled and said, "I'm sorry.
"Rosell The Great's work is just too classic. When it comes to love that shouldn't be, I'll think of it."
"Then, why shouldn't they be together?"
Talim was silent for a few seconds.
"I have to keep it a secret. Sorry, pretend I never asked."
Keep it a secret? That's a person of great status … Falling in love with someone of the same gender? Falling in love with someone related by blood? Klein held back his strong curiosity and spread out his hands.
"Then I can only give you one more suggestion. Read more best-selling novels like Stormwind Mountain Villa and Love and Jealousy that are full of emotions."
Talim's lips quivered a few times before he sighed.
"Sigh, this can only be the last resort. In my opinion, the feelings in those best-selling novels don't seem to happen between normal humans."
"I think so too!" Klein echoed in agreement.
After exchanging glances and a smile with Talim, he got up and headed to the underground shooting range to practice his Beyonder powers. When it was almost noon, he returned to the first floor and headed straight for the buffet cafeteria.
He had already noticed that today's limited supply was foie gras fried in red wine, paired with apple slices and buttered bread.
After taking the food, Klein carried his tray and walked to Talim's table. At that moment, apart from Talim, there was another acquaintance, the surgeon Allen Ceres, who had introduced him to the club as a guarantor.
Just as he put down the tray and before he could sit down, Klein suddenly noticed a cane leaning against the famous surgeon's chair.
"Allen, what's wrong?" he asked with concern.
The tall, thin, and cold-looking Allen, who wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, patted his right leg and said,
"No, don't mention it. I was really unlucky! I fell down the stairs and suffered a rather serious bone fracture. All I can do is put on a cast to fix it. "
"I'm really unlucky." Klein echoed with a sigh. He cut a piece of foie gras, dipped it in the gravy, and stuffed it into his mouth. The feeling of melting upon contact caused the fragrance of the fat to constantly spread outwards, stimulating every taste bud.
"I've been unlucky for a long time." Allen raised his hand, pushed up his glasses, and rubbed his temples.
He then looked at Klein, then at Talim, and hesitantly asked, "What's going on?
He hesitantly asked, "Mr. Moriarty, have you, have you …"
"What?" Klein looked up and asked.
Allen lowered his voice and said, "You're a famous detective.
"You are a famous detective. You should know a lot of people, right?"
"I'm alright." Klein didn't understand what he meant and gave a perfunctory reply.
Allen glanced at Talim again and took a deep breath.
"Do you know anyone who's like a village witch doctor? No, I mean, some capable fortune-tellers or mysticism enthusiasts. I think … I think my recent bad luck is too abnormal … "
"I know that it's very likely to be fake and a scam, but I can't find any other way to get out of my bad luck. I've tried going to the cathedral to pray, donate, and attend Mass, but to no avail."
Some capable fortune-tellers or mysticism enthusiasts … You seem to be talking about me … Klein thought and said, "Allen, tell me in detail what happened to you.
"Alan, tell me in detail what happened to you."
Talim, who was beside him, nodded.
"Don't worry. Although I'm a believer of the Lord, I don't reject mysticism."
Allen sighed in distress.
"Many, many things. For example, I made a mistake during surgery, encountered a steam locomotive accident while traveling, found a thief when I returned home, went to the hospital, and ended up falling down the stairs … Do you think someone is cursing me?"
Yes, I've heard Allen mention something similar before … Klein frowned slightly.
As a former Nighthawk, he easily thought of a Sealed Artifact from such a description.
The Misfortune Cloth Puppet!
A similar item? He activated his Spirit Vision and asked seriously, "Allen, think back carefully.
"Alan, think about it carefully. Before those unlucky events happened, did you or your family, hmm, did your family also encounter unlucky events?"
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