"Have you seen a teenage boy wearing an old coat!" One of the men who rushed into the carriage looked at the flight attendant viciously.

Klein saw the other party from the corner of his eyes, with a thin, delicate skin color as if he had been exposed to sunlight for a long time, and his eye sockets were much sunken than normal people in the Ruan Kingdom.

A plateau man? Or a mixed-race? He nodded thoughtfully.

In the central northern continent, at the beginning of the Hornaches Mountains, it is a plateau with a dry climate. Most of it belongs to the Kingdom of Fenerport, and is westwardly attributed to the Republic of Tees, and is occupied by the Kingdom of Ruin near the east. The indigenous people are thin, barbaric, brave and good at fighting. For a long time, they have been one of the most troublesome problems in the three countries. However, with the improvement of gunpowder weapons and the changes in the form of war, these plateau people finally recognized the reality and completely surrendered.

A large part of them left the plateau, entered Beckland, entered Trier, entered the city of Fenerport, entered the prosperous cities and ports of the Northern Continent. Some became workers, and some became the fresh blood of local gangs, daring to fight and kill, and not afraid of big trouble.

The flight attendant was a man in his twenties. He shrank his body and pointed to the direction of the third-class carriage:

"I saw...he went there."

The leader in the black coat and a half-high top hat nodded slightly, led a few accomplices and rushed towards the third-class carriage without any concern about the gaze of the passengers around him.

If I were that boy, I would have gotten off the third-class carriage by this time... Klein was thinking with dissatisfaction as he looked at the newspaper.

More than a minute later, the "woof" whistle sounded and the door of the car slowly closed.

Clang clang, the steam subway started to run from slow to fast, but at this moment, Klein suddenly felt touched and looked up at the door leading to other second-class cars.

The fifteen-year-old boy who had worn an old coat, a dome hat and a worn-out shoulder bag walked slowly into the car.

His face was green, his facial features were delicate, and his bright red eyes were condensed and serious.

"…………It’s amazing. I got off the third-class carriage, went around and came to the first-class carriage. I was afraid that the chasers and accomplices would wait in the subway station?" Klein was a little surprised, and felt that the big boy in front of me had a very mature and cautious way of dealing with things, much better than many people in their twenties.

He tapped his left tooth gently, quietly turned on his spiritual vision and glanced at the big boy. He saw that his body was in a state of exhaustion, his mood was tense and low, but he still maintained a blue color of calm thinking.

Not simple... In terms of age... Klein muttered silently and continued to look down at his newspaper.

The big boy didn't realize that he had been looked at by the extraordinary person and walked to the third-class carriage again.

The following journey was stable and calm, and Klein arrived at one of the three subway stations in Joewood District in more than twenty minutes.

He took a taxi carriage for nearly ten minutes and finally found Minsk Street. According to the description in the newspaper, he arrived at No. 17 next to No. 15 and rang the doorbell.

Cuckoo! Cuckoo!

As the ringtone echoed in the house, a mechanical bird that was not as beautiful as a model appeared on the door. It was only the size of a palm, composed of parts such as gears, and kept nodding, making a sound similar to a cuckoo.

Very good toy, but the workmanship is a bit rough... Klein commented pertinently.

More than ten seconds later, the dark door was opened, and a young woman in a black and white maid's skirt looked at Klein with caution and said:

"What's wrong with you?"

Klein smiled and raised the newspaper wrapped in a cane-stick head and said:

"I came to Mrs. Summer to rent the house. I probably haven't rented it out yet, right?"

The full name given in the newspaper is Starling Summer.

"No. Please wait a moment." The maid bent politely.

She hurried in and informed the hostess. After a while, she came out again, led Klein into the house, and helped him put his cane and suitcase in the foyer, and hung his coat and hat on the coat rack in the same place.

The warm air waves came towards us, dispelling the coldness brought by Klein. He glanced at him and saw the unique fireplace, the red pieces inside, and the burning smokeless charcoal.

The living room of the Summer's house is quite large, almost the entire floor of the Moretti's house. Some places are covered with decorative carpets and landscape paintings are hung.

The maid took Klein to the sofa area and said to the hostess in a light yellow dress:

"Madam, the guest is here."

The hostess is about thirty years old, with blonde hair and blue eyes, beautiful appearance and well-maintained, holding a silver-inlaid palace feather fan in his hand.

Because it was at her own home and the fireplace created a warm environment, she did not wear high-neck clothes, her chest was white and greasy, and her neck was slender and smooth.

"Hello, Mrs. Summer." Klein pressed his hand on his chest and bowed.

Mrs. Summer smiled reservedly:

"Good evening, please sit down. Do you want to have coffee or black tea?"

Klein sat on the couch and replied calmly:

"Black tea, thank you."

"Julian, Marquis' Black Tea." Mrs. Summer ordered the maid, and her eyes turned slightly, "What should I call you?"

"Sherlock Moriarty, you can call me Sherlock directly." Klein had already thought of a pseudonym.

At this time, he smelled the scent from the kitchen location and saw the complex pipes there.

"Haha, this is my husband's design. Although he is a manager of Coim, he is a mechanic enthusiast and a member of the Kingdom Soot Reduction Association." Mrs. Summer noticed Klein's gaze, smiled and explained.

Madam, don't introduce it in such a detailed way, I'm not here to go on a blind date with your husband... Klein complained, and said with a smile on his face:

"Mrs. I hope to rent that house No. 15."

Mrs. Summer smiled gracefully with her waist and back straightened, and said:

"Then I must remind you something in advance. The house No. 15 has no such pipes, no such easy chairs, no card tables, no sideboards with mahogany bases, no good ceramic dining trays, no silver knife and fork, no gold-plated tea sets, no removable carpets…"

She pointed to the things in her room and introduced them all the same, finally adding:

"It originally belonged to my sister and brother-in-law, but my brother-in-law's business failed and had to move to the South Mainland. They had a plantation in Bailang, but I didn't agree with their choice. It was not fair to my poor nephew and nieces, where there was no good grammar school or even good tutor."

Madam, this is not something I want to know... Klein nodded sincerely:

“There is no place in the Southern Continent that can compare to Beckland except the weather.”

His echo made Mrs. Summer very satisfied, and his eyes turned:

"There is a three-year lease for that house. I hope you can pay a one-year rent for one year, 18 sul per week, 1 sul per week, and 1 sul per furniture fee. I can only charge a little deposit for a total of 50 pounds."

Klein shook his head and said with a smile:

"Mrs. Summer, you should see that I just arrived in Beckland and I don't know what will happen next. Paying 50 pounds at a time will reduce my ability to resist risks. My limit is half a year, 25 pounds."

He also plans to rent another one-bedroom room in the East of Bakerland for changing clothes, disguising and getting rid of tracking. This is an essential preparation for what he intends to do.

Starling Summer nodded slightly and asked:

“Have you attended grammar school?”

Klein chuckled:

"Yes, I later taught myself history."

"Do you have proof of identity?" Starling asked casually.

"I'm sorry, I left home in a hurry and forgot to carry it. Haha, I just forgot to introduce it. I'm from Jianhaijun." Klein deliberately used the accent that his classmate Welch was used to.

As soon as he said the word "forget", he remembered Captain Dunn Smith, and the smile on his face became brighter.

At this time, the maid Julian came over with a cup of black tea. The cup was white with white porcelain glaze, classical patterns, and some parts were covered with gold.

Klein took a sip and felt that the fragrance was distant and the sourness was moderate, which was obviously much better than the Siberian black tea he used to drink.

"Very pure Marquis black tea." He praised with a description that he could not make mistakes.

Mrs. Starling Summer said with a slightly raised mouth:

"Then let's rent it for half a year, 25 pounds."

Klein thanked him and chatted with him for a few minutes until another maid searched the standard contract from the study.

After signing their own autographs, Klein counted out 25 pounds of cash in pain and pushed it to Mrs. Summer.

Starling spread her mind and calculated silently, then raised her chin slightly and said:

"Mr. Moriarty, you should be looking for a job in Beckland, right?"

"Yes." Klein replied a little confused.

Starling's mouth curled slightly:

"Then I can give you some advice. It is difficult to live in Joewood District for a weekly salary of less than 3 pounds. Your rent, food expenses, tap water, gas, transportation costs, etc. add up to at least 2 pounds. 5 pounds. Believe me, this is Beckland. The rest of the money also has to consider new clothes and good tableware and tea sets... A weekly salary of 3 pounds is a very barely bottom line."

"If you can get 5 pounds a week, you can hire a maid, 6 pounds to consider hiring a chef, 7 pounds plus a male servant, 8 pounds to hire an additional maid..."

Mrs. Summer, I think you are showing off...I used to earn 10 pounds a week... Klein kept his smile and listened seriously.

At this time, the door suddenly opened and a burly man walked in. He was wearing a long black double-breasted dress, leather gloves of the same color, and two beautiful mustaches on his lips.

"Luke, this is Mr. Moriarty, he is now our neighbor." Starling Summer greeted him and introduced.

Luke, who was obviously the male owner, took off his coat and handed it to the male servant who was following behind, and smiled politely:

"Mr. Moriarty, would you accept the invitation to dinner?"

This is what the manager of Coim Company, a member of the Ruan Kingdom Soot Reduction Association... Klein smiled:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Summer, I've eaten it on the steam train, although it tastes impressive."

After a few greetings, Klein, led by the maid Julian, left Summer's house and entered No. 15 next door.

The layout here is very similar to the next door. There is a large living room on the first floor, a dining room with good lighting, two guest rooms, a bathroom, a basement, and a kitchen that extends backwards. There are four bedrooms on the second floor, a living room, a sun room, a study room, two bathrooms, and a large balcony.

"Mrs. said, you can rent out the part, but you can't give it to the workers, and you can't make it too noisy and crowded. Well... the clean quilts and sheets, pillowcases, I'll get it later." The maid Julian explained and returned to Summer's house.

After some cleaning up, Klein finally settled in Beckland.

He sat in the empty living room and suddenly felt lonely, so he forced himself to think about what he wanted to do next.

Regardless of whether he wants it or not, revenge and promotion are not something that can be accomplished in the blink of an eye, so he must have a job that can gain profits and avoid the emergence of a financial crisis.

However, work cannot restrain him and affect his actions and arrangements, that is, he must have enough freedom.

After deliberating and eliminating the inappropriate career, Klein has only three options left:

First, he plagiarized and became a writer, but his identity was sensitive and his popularity was more fatal. He could only give up.

The second is to be a journalist, which is a very decent job in contemporary times. Applying for a job requires academic certificates and other documents. Klein can only express helplessness.

In the end, he chose a third career:

Private detective!

This is also the purpose of his previous pseudonym.
Chapter completed!