The bells pulled by ropes kept shaking, spreading the sound throughout the spacious but relatively empty living room.

Klein, who was sitting on the sofa reading newspapers and studying investment opportunities, stood up. He was wearing a white shirt and a black vest without a bow tie, and he was a bit casual at home.

My first commission in my detective career? However, I can't always wait at home and wait for the task to come to my door. Well... I have to get a message book and hang it at the door, with a water-absorbing pen. In this way, customers can write down the time to visit again and prepare me in advance... But for new detectives who have just entered the industry, there is basically no next time... Alas, I can only have a little trouble for a while, divining whether there is a commission on the day of the day, and at what time, to arrange it... Of course, this may miss the task of the client being an extraordinary person. Well, if you miss it, it is likely to be a good thing...

Klein thought and walked to the door. Without passing through the cat's eyes, the image of the outside visitors naturally emerged in his mind:

One is an old lady wearing a black plush hoodie. Her back is slightly hunched, her face is very wrinkled, and her skin is shriveled and yellow. However, the dark dress is formal and decent and looks very neat.

Her temples were already completely white, but her blue eyes were quite vivid. She was looking at the young man next to her and signaling him to pull the doorbell again.

The young man was in his 20s and had eyes similar to the old lady. In the increasingly cold weather, he wore a long black double-breasted dress popular in the Beckland gentleman class, a half-height silk top hat, and a bow tie that looked like a banquet. It seemed that he would not relax his demands on himself at any moment or any scene.

With the help of the "Joker"'s premonition, before the bell shakes again, Klein twists the handle, opens the door, greets with a smile:

"Good morning, ma'am, sir, today is a good day, and so far I've seen the sun for five minutes."

He talked about the weather in a slightly exaggerated way, which was the topic of greetings that Beckland had been popular for hundreds of years.

"Yes, it always hid shyly behind the fog and clouds, and refused to come out." The old lady nodded in agreement.

And the young man asked:

"Are you Detective Sherlock Moriarty?"

"Yes, what do you need to entrust? Sorry, please come in and we will talk to the sofa." Klein turned his body sideways, moved out of the passage, and pointed to the hospitality area.

"No, no need." The old lady said in a slightly sharp voice. "I don't want to waste a little time. My poor Brody is still waiting for me to rescue it!"

"It?" Klein noticed the most important pronoun and suddenly had a bad premonition.

The young man dressed very formally nodded and said:

"Brody is a cat raised by my grandmother, Ms. Doris. He got lost last night. I hope you can help us find it. We live at the end of the street. I am willing to pay 5 Sulle for it. Of course, if you can finally prove that you have spent more time and energy than this, I will compensate you for it."

Looking for a cat? The reason I entrust me is because it is on the same street, which is very convenient... Klein feels that this is not the detective career he imagined.

This makes me look like a clown... Well, the first order business cannot be pushed out, this is the point of view from the diviner... He pondered for a few seconds and said:

"Can you describe it in detail?"

The old lady Doris said before the young man said:

"Brody is a cute, lively black cat. It is very healthy, with a pair of beautiful green eyes. She likes to eat cooked chicken breasts the most. Goddess, she ran away like that last night. No, she must have lost her way. I put a lot of chicken breasts in its bowl, and it was unwilling to come back and take a look."

...Klein said with his lips curled up:

"I'm very satisfied with your description, Mrs. Doris."

"I accept this commission, OK, go to your home now. I need to find clues and find traces. You should be very clear that the core of reasoning lies in the details."

Mrs. Doris nodded immediately without asking for her grandson’s advice:

"You are the most actionable detective I have ever met, and the deal is completed!"

Klein put on his coat, hat, picked up his cane, followed Ms. Doris and her grandson to the street.

Unlike Tingen, many areas of Beckland have been rebuilt with cement or asphalt, and even when it rains, it will not be so muddy.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of the old lady walking in front of her, his grandson came to Klein and lowered his voice:

"I hope you can do your best to find Brody."

“Since my grandfather and my parents passed away one after another, it has become one of the pillars of my grandma’s life.”

"After Brody was lost, my grandma had mental problems and even had auditory hallucinations. She always told me that she heard poor Brody screaming."

Klein nodded solemnly:

"I will do my best, by the way, I don't know what to call you yet?"

"Jurgen, Jurgen Cooper, a senior affairs lawyer," replied the young man.

Soon, they arrived at No. 58 Minsk Street and entered the house with a dark tone.

"This is Brody's bowl, it's its favorite box, it always sleeps here." Doris' wrinkled face was filled with two emotions of worry and expectation.

Klein squatted down and found several black cat hairs from the box.

He straightened his body and held the silver-inlaid cane with his hands holding the cat's hair.

Klein's eyes turned deep, pretending to observe around, and silently recited the divination sentences.

His hands quietly left the head of the stick but did not completely leave, making it impossible for Jurgen and Doris to notice the fact that the stick was standing on its own.

Immediately afterwards, the black silver-inlaid cane tilted to the front, and the tilting speed was very slow and the amplitude was very small.

Klein held the head of the stick again, looked in that direction, and observed carefully for more than ten seconds.

Then he took a step forward, walked over, and came to an old cabinet.

"Are you found signs of Brody's escape?" Jurgen asked with concern, and the old lady Doris was also waiting for the answer.

Klein did not answer, half-squatted down and opened the door on the bottom floor of the cabinet.

Ao Wow!

A black cat rushed out of it, and its tail was raised high toward its bowl.

"Brody...when did you get into the cabinet? How could you be locked in the cabinet?" Mrs. Doris shouted in surprise and confusion.

Yuergen turned his head in shock and looked at Klein:

"How do you know it's in the cupboard?"

Klein smiled and replied in a low voice:

“That’s reasoning.”

…………

Klein, who has gained the friendship between Mrs. Doris and Jurgen, has received 5 rewards from Suller, returned to No. 15 Minsk Street where he rented it in the dark sky.

Before he got close, he saw a figure wandering at his door.

There is a new business? Klein looked at him and saw a visitor wearing an old coat of age and a dome hat. He was a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old.

He Klein immediately recognized the other person as the big boy he had met on the steam subway that he had just arrived in Beckland.

The maturity and calmness he showed at that time left a very deep impression on Klein.

What will be entrustment... Grudge, Klein walked over and smiled:

"Are you here to find me?"

The big boy was startled and turned around in a hurry, with unconcealed fear in his bright red eyes.

He calmed down and hesitated and said:

"Are you Detective Sherlock Moriarty?"

"Yes." Klein looked around and said, "If anything, let's go in and talk about it."

"Okay." The older boy did not refuse.

After entering the house, Klein did not take off his coat, but just took off his hat and put his cane on.

He led the big boy to the hospitality area and pointed to the long sofa and said:

"Please sit down, what should I call you? Do you have any things you want to entrust?"

"You can call me Ian." The big boy looked around and was silent for several seconds. "I was previously employed by another detective, Mr. Zeril Victor Lee, to help him collect some information and information."

Klein sat down, held his hands together and said:

"Your delegation has something to do with your former employer?"

"Yeah." Ian Zheng pointed, "I suddenly found myself being followed a few days ago, and was following me maliciously, so I thought of a way to get rid of them. Uh... I think Mr. Moriarty, you should have witnessed this scene. As soon as I saw you, I recognized you as the gentleman who looked at me several times on the subway that day."

...This observation ability is no worse than the "audience"... Could it be that he is born with a special type? Or is it an extraordinary person? Klein turned on his spiritual vision and looked at Ian a few times, but he didn't find anything strange.

He nodded and replied calmly:

“I was impressed by your response.”

Ian didn't worry about this matter and continued:

"I suspected that my experience was related to Mr. Zerrel, so I visited him at his residence and found that it seemed normal, but many hidden small mechanisms that reminded someone to sneak into were touched."

"I have never seen Mr. Zerre again since that day, and I suspect something happened to him."

"I tried to call the police, but the days he had disappeared had not met the requirements. I tried to ask other detectives I knew, but they all refused me, because they had just met Mr. Zerrell at a party of his travels."

"This surprised me very much because I contacted Mr. Zerrell in the agreed method but received no response."
Chapter completed!