On a Tuesday morning, the weather remained cold and gloomy, which was common for this season.
Klein tightened the collar of his coat, put on his hat, and opened the door.
He was going to the mailbox at the end of the street to deliver a letter to Detective Stuart. It wasn't a long journey, so there was no need to dress so neatly and heavily. However, Klein had just recovered from his cold, so to be safe, he wrapped himself up tightly.
Perhaps it was because of the strong winds last night, but the air in Baekeland was unexpectedly good. Klein subconsciously slowed down and enjoyed the rare morning.
As he passed by the Jurgen house, he heard the creak of the oriel window opening. He instinctively turned his head and looked over.
Standing at the window was Mrs. Doris, wearing a black plush hat and a thick grayish-blue scarf. Compared to before, her complexion was a little worse, and her figure was hunched.
"Good morning, Detective Moriarty. Thank you for taking care of Brody all this time. He said that you're a good person, right, Brody?" Old Mrs. Doris bent down and picked up the black cat with green eyes.
Brody used all four of his feet and struggled in her arms. Finally, he jumped down and landed lightly on the windowsill.
However, it didn't leave. Instead, it circled around, using its head and body to rub against Mrs. Doris. It didn't even look at Klein.
Did a cat give him a good guy card? Klein gave a self-deprecating laugh and said sincerely, "It's a happy thing.
And what makes me even happier is that you've finally recovered and been discharged, Mrs. Doris. "
After exchanging a few pleasantries, he bade farewell and continued walking down the street with a smile.
After taking a few steps, he heard Mrs. Doris shout from behind.
"When Jurgen comes back, I'll get him to pay you!"
… Do I look like I took on this mission for the money? The smile on Klein's face suddenly froze. He could only turn his body halfway and wave his hand, indicating that he understood.
When he was far away from the Jurgen house, his expression gradually turned solemn and he sighed faintly.
He had just activated his Spirit Vision to look at the color of Mrs. Doris's aura and realized that her condition wasn't good. This was because of her advanced age, as well as the cold weather and terrible air in Baekeland, which had a negative effect on lung diseases.
Mrs. Doris should be able to survive this late autumn and winter, but it's hard to say for the next one and the one after that … If she wants to live a few more years, I'm afraid she'll have to move south, to the area around Desi Bay … Unfortunately, Lawyer Jurgen probably doesn't have the means … I haven't even been to Desi Bay … Klein mumbled, found the mailbox, and stuffed the letter in.
This will be the prelude to the performance.
In the evening, he would go to the Harvest Church as a detective to make the remaining preparations.
After buying a Desi pie for breakfast, Klein returned the way he came, feeling rather relaxed.
Before he got close to his house, he saw an elegantly decorated carriage parked outside. Two ladies wearing ribbons and black hats were anxiously ringing the doorbell. Maids and bodyguards were scattered around, as if they were guarding against something.
Mrs. Stelyn … Ma 'am Mary … They have something to entrust me with? They look very urgent … Klein held the paper bag containing the Desi pie, leaned over, and chuckled.
"Ma 'am, it should be breakfast time."
When she turned around and saw that it was Detective Sherlock Moriarty, Ma 'am Mary heaved a sigh of relief.
"Mr. Detective, you have to help me."
In Klein's Spirit Vision, her anxiety, nervousness, and fear weren't fake in the slightest. Therefore, he nodded and pointed at the door.
"Let's talk inside."
As he spoke, he glanced at his landlady, Stelyn, and found that she was in a completely different state from two days ago. She had become very depressed and dejected, as if she wasn't interested in anything.
What did they encounter? Although the landlady likes to show off a little, she still loves life … Klein took out his key and opened the door.
After entering, before he could even sit down, Ma 'am Mary impatiently said,
"Detective Moriarty, I received a threatening letter!"
A threatening letter? Klein put down the Desi pie and clasped his hands.
"What's the content of the letter?"
Ma 'am Mary turned her head to look at Mrs. Stelyn. Seeing that she wasn't as enthusiastic as usual, she had no choice but to weigh her words.
"That letter requests that I treat the factory's smoke fairly when conducting an atmospheric pollution investigation and affirm their contribution. Otherwise, I'll end up like the doll that came with the letter …
"The doll's head was removed, and its limbs were broken."
Ma 'am Mary seemed to recall the feeling she had when she opened the letter.
With a trembling voice, she said, "This is the first time I've encountered something like this. I don't know if it will become a reality. I didn't know that becoming a member of the investigation committee would require me to bear such a thing. I didn't know …"
Ma 'am, perhaps Rosell The Great once said that there are only two extreme forms of hatred between people. One is to murder the other party's parents, and the other is to destroy the other party's ability to earn money … Klein nodded with a serious expression.
"My suggestion is to call the police."
From his point of view, Ma 'am Mary was now a member of the Kingdom's Atmospheric Pollution Investigation Committee. Her status was completely different from before, and the police definitely wouldn't take the threat she had suffered lightly.
Furthermore, this involved the formulation of the kingdom's important policies, so it wasn't an ordinary matter. Therefore, the police department would probably hand the case over to the Church's Beyonder organizations, hoping to solve the case as soon as possible.
Due to Ma 'am Mary's identity as a believer of the Goddess, the Nighthawks were an inevitable choice.
This way, even if Klein wanted to get a share of the reward, he wouldn't be implicated.
"I've already done that, but it doesn't make me feel at ease." Ma 'am Mary pursed her lips and said, "Do you know what they said? They said that the threatening letter was made up of newspaper words, and that the doll was the kind that could be bought anywhere. It would be difficult to find the sender in a short period of time! And they only intend to send one police officer to protect me! Goddess, is this how they treat a helpless citizen's request for help? "
Ma 'am Mary paused and looked earnestly at Klein.
"Detective Moriarty, I believe that you can help me. It's not only because of your performance on that matter, but also because of Mike's approval, Allen's praise, and Talim's praise. And I know that you've made outstanding contributions in that serial murder case. Don't worry, I'll pay you handsomely. "
Your words make me happy, but something doesn't seem right …
Unless the police department has been bribed, they'll likely hand the case over to the Nighthawks. And with Beyonder means like divination, there's no way to avoid detection by using a letter made up of newspaper words. The sender has either been caught, or there's a way to interfere with divination … And the latter will cause the Nighthawks to officially intervene on a large scale …
Regardless of the situation, it's different from how it's handled now …
Klein didn't immediately answer Ma 'am Mary as he seriously analyzed the abnormality in this matter.
The living room immediately became abnormally quiet. The silence made Ma 'am Mary and Mrs. Stelyn feel inexplicably uneasy.
At some point in time, Klein took out a coin and made it roll between his fingers. This seemed to be a habit of his when he was focused on thinking.
Suddenly, the coin flew up and landed steadily in the palm of his hand with its back facing up.
Klein was surprised. He had divined if there was any danger in this matter, and it turned out that there wasn't.
If there really was such a threat, even if the sender didn't have much strength, it could still cause a certain level of danger. It can't be that there's no danger at all … It's just a simple threat? Or … Klein suddenly thought of another possibility as he smiled.
He smiled and said, "Ma 'am Mary, don't be nervous. Go back in peace. If someone comes to you in the next two days to discuss this matter in the newspapers, letting the people know the true colors of those factory owners and igniting the anger of the people, then nothing will happen to you."
What Klein had just thought of was that the threatening letter was a trap, a trap set up by his own people to incite the people and use their anger to smoothly carry out the investigation of the air pollution, allowing the subsequent bill to be beneficial to himself.
And this could explain the police department's current reaction.
"… Why do you say that?" Ma 'am Mary asked with a frown.
Klein smiled and replied, "That's my reasoning."
"What if nothing happens in two days?" Ma 'am Mary pressed.
"What if nothing happens in two days?" Madam Marie asked.
"Then, I'll provide protection."
"Then I'll provide protection."
It's not like there's any danger … he added inwardly.
After comforting Ma 'am Mary, he went above the gray fog to confirm it and received the same result as before.
And at that moment, his Desi pie had already turned cold …
...
Ma 'am Mary returned home, feeling a little uneasy and uneasy. She wondered if she should invite Stelyn over to stay for a few days to accompany her.
At that moment, her butler informed her that the eldest son of Earl Hall, the chief secretary of the National Atmospheric Pollution Council, Mr. Hibbert Hall, was visiting.
After both parties entered the living room, before Ma 'am Mary could say a word, the handsome blond gentleman spoke first, "Ma' am Mary, I've heard of your encounter.
"Ma 'am Mary, I've heard of what happened to you. This is a disgrace to Backlund and even the entire kingdom. I'm deeply sorry and sympathetic for this.
"Don't worry. Everyone in the council will stand with you!"
"Thank you for your concern," Ma 'am Mary replied gratefully.
Hibbert Hall deliberated for a moment.
"Madam, I want to find a reporter to cover this matter. I want to tell everyone what happened to you and your despicable actions. I want the people to see how savage the people who polluted Baekeland's air are! There was not the slightest hint of remorse!
"Please agree to my request."
This … is exactly as Detective Moriarty described … Lady Mary was speechless for a moment.
…
After breakfast and a short rest, Klein, who had nothing to do, went above the gray fog and prepared to divine the origins of the Biological Poison Bottle.
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