Klein met Jurgen Cooper in an office at the Rice Police Station, the young senior affairs lawyer still dressed very formally, as if he was always ready to attend a high-class dinner.

The police were very polite to him with a double-breasted black dress, a hard-collared white shirt, a huge bow tie and a bright leather boot.

Jurgen held a half-height silk top hat and looked at Klein with blue eyes:

"The procedures are completed, you can leave after paying 10 pounds bail."

"Thank you." Klein didn't say much, following the good-looking but old-fashioned lawyer Jurgen came to the finance room of the police station next to him, took out his wallet, and drew two 5 pounds bills.

At this time, he was particularly glad that he had brought all the cash of 95 pounds with him, otherwise he might have to borrow from his good neighbor Jurgen.

Of course, the most serious thing is that if the cash is left at home and the police searches on the spot, how much will be left in the end? Klein really has no confidence, but he cannot put it in the fog, because he might have to escape by bribery in the end.

At present, many newspapers and magazines have been slandering the police, believing that they lack supervision, act rudely, and are corruption, and often blackmail and vicious. Klein dares not believe it all, but he dares not believe it either. After all, the money on Meurso is likely to be cheaper than the people in this police station.

After paying the bail, Klein followed Jurgen out of the police station and was trembling by the wet and cold wind blowing towards him.

"After the case is closed, your bail will be returned to you. Of course, you can't expect them to come and notify you, well... in a week, if no one comes to get you back to the police station, you can come here to ask for bail. In theory, you can get the corresponding compensation in the end, from the other party's estate, if there is any." Jurgen walked towards a carriage parked next to him.

The continuous rain during the day finally stopped until the night, but the red moon was still covered by dark clouds, and there was only the light of gas street lights on the street.

"Okay." Klein almost thought that the 10 pounds would not be back.

He couldn't help but calculate Ian's commission, which was 5 pounds, but the room was damaged by a lot of furniture and tea sets. He had to buy new ones, or find someone to repair them. In addition, the materials consumed, the cost of the carriage and the subsequent repair expenses of clothing, it seemed that it might be a loss...

If the 10 pound bail cannot be recovered, it will be a big loss! Well...Merce...Merce's extraordinary characteristics left by Mersau are worth a lot of money...Klein got on the carriage and frowned slightly.

He always thought that a private detective who used his residence as an office site would not be entrusted at most and would not lose money. As a result...

Klein turned his head and looked at the right-sitting lawyer Jurgen, and said sincerely:

"Thank you, thank you for taking the initiative to bail me. How much should I pay you for this?"

Jurgen nodded formally and said:

“This order is free.”

"I heard from Sheriff Farsin about you, and I believe we still have many opportunities to cooperate in the future."

There are still many opportunities for cooperation in the future... Klein laughed:

"Secretary Jurgen, I think you are cursing me."

Yuergen shook his head solemnly:

"No, it's not what you think. It's normal for a private detective to have a fixed partner attorney."

Sir, you really don’t have a sense of humor… Although you look very young… Klein said with a few words in his heart and smiled:

"I just happened to find a lawyer to help me draw an investment contract."

"Investment contract?" Jurgen asked in surprise.

"I know this is not a private detective's amateur, but I happened to encounter a good investment opportunity." Klein explained briefly, "Attorney Jurgen, according to your charging standards, how much does it cost to pay for such a contract."

"It is generally determined based on the total amount and difficulty of the contract." Jurgen replied rigorously.

"The total amount is 100 pounds, and the required terms are..." Klein described his needs in detail, including priority subscription, negation rights, etc.

Jurgen thought carefully for a few minutes and said:

"2 pounds, I'll give it to you on Monday morning."

"Okay." Klein didn't talk about this matter anymore, but instead asked about the news about the case tonight that Jurgen found.

All the way back to Minsk Street, Klein took the initiative to pay 3Suler's taxi car, bid farewell to the young but serious lawyer, and walked towards his house.

When he opened the door and entered, he saw a messy scene. Klein felt tired.

The beginning of his private detective turned out to be a loss.

Just as Klein took off his coat and buried himself in cleaning up the mess, the doorbell suddenly rang.

He opened the door in confusion and saw Julian, the maid next door in a black and white dress.

"Hello, Mr. Moriarty, Mr. Summer and Mrs. want to invite you to come over and talk about what happened before," said Julian with a little fear.

Here comes...the issue of compensation...Klein smiled and said:

"OK."

He changed into a clean and clean coat and followed the maid to the next door. Luke Summer and his wife Starling Summer were waiting in the sofa area of ​​the living room.

Luke, who is tall and beautiful with two beautiful mustaches, stood up and reached out and laughed in a low voice:

"Good evening, Mr. Moriarty, I actually realized that you are a private detective. As a neighbor, you are really unqualified."

"No, it's my own problem, because I don't know if I'm suitable for this industry, maybe I'll find another job at any time." Klein shook hands with the host and said, "I'm sorry for what happened tonight, I'll compensate me."

"It's just an accident." Luke comforted.

Starling, with her beautiful blonde hair and blue eyes, asked curiously:

"You really killed an invader? Haha, I know you want black tea, right?"

Klein nodded:

"Maybe it's just a thief."

He did not say that the matter was due to the commission he accepted, so as not to have any grudges in his heart.

Since the police didn't tell them, there was no need for me to do it again... Krain added silently.

Luke Summer smiled:

"You must have excellent fighting skills. As a neighbor, I feel very safe. Maybe we will have something to entrust you in the future."

Klein laughed at himself half-truely:

"I was almost killed."

"Anyway, you will be the winner," Luke said.

After chatting about this topic for a few words, Starin picked up the white porcelain-inlaid teacup and took a sip:

"I'm curious, how much commission can a private detective have in a week and how much revenue will it be?"

Klein did not hide it, and laughed:

"It depends on the situation, just like when there are bumper harvests and bad harvests in the farmland. I earned 5 pounds and 5 sul last week, but with what happened last night, maybe I will lose money."

Starling didn't seem to hear the next sentence from him and said to herself:

“If you can maintain this income, 5 pounds per week will give you a pretty good life in the Joewood district in Beckland, no need to sublet the room, be able to hire a maid to do chores, listen to concerts every other week, or watch a drama opera, play tennis or squash once a week, attend a book salon once a week, and go to a good restaurant… Of course, if you are already preparing for marriage, you need to save a little bit, and a weekly salary of 5 pounds is a little bit short of real decent.”

"How much does it take to earn a real decent salary?" Klein asked in cooperation.

"7 pounds, at least 7 pounds." Starling raised her chin slightly.

Klein turned to Luke and said casually:

"I heard from your wife that you are working in Coim Company, and I don't know what your main business is?"

"Anthracite and charcoal." Luke replied with a smile.

No wonder you can be a member of the Soot Reduction Association... Klein pondered: "How much is the manager-level salary in Beckland? I rarely mention this when I read newspapers and magazines."

"Haha, it depends on what industry and company it is, and the specific position. The annual salary of the first manager of Beckland Bank is 5,000 pounds, and I only count the bonus, it is only between 430 and 440 pounds." Luke said casually.

That is, he looks like he earns 8 pounds a week... No wonder... Before Klein could speak, Starling Summer complained:

"Actually, we can live in the suburbs, and I will have a garden and a lawn, and Luke will also get a stable, buy the brand new carriage and two young horses he had thought about for a long time, but it will waste too much time on the way to and from get off work, which is even more precious."

A new carriage with horses is about 100 pounds... The weekly salary of 8 pounds is really amazing, but unfortunately, not long after I increased my salary... Klein could only smile and be right.

After a few more greetings, he said goodbye and left, and sighed in his heart:

Mr. Summer and his wife are essentially good people. If they were mean landlords, they would have deducted the fees and refunded the money after going tonight, so they told me to get out of here...

When he returned home, Klein began to work, and did not rush to go to the gray fog to examine the previous work of the warm current, nor did he rush to do divination, because he was worried that the special military department was still staring at him secretly.

He decided to go to the bar Ian described tomorrow night to buy guns to deal with potentially risky attacks by some people.

Klein even planned to use this to find a channel to hire bodyguards, extraordinary bodyguards, and powerful extraordinary bodyguards. This is to take the opportunity to contact the extraordinary circle without exposing himself. Second, he is afraid that the follow-up attacker found by the ambassador will be able to hide from special military departments.

Although it is a bit funny thing for an extraordinary person in Sequence 8, a secret "revenge evil spirit" who needs to find a bodyguard, for Klein, safety is the most important thing.

If the price is too expensive, I will blow the copper whistle to find Mr. Azke. Of course, this may be even more dangerous... I don't know enough about the seal "0-08"... In the cleaning of the room, Klein muttered silently.

…………

After the purification ceremony, the man wearing a white hard-shelled mask said to Xiu and Forsi:

"No matter what evil spirit is, it has been driven away by me. Haha, if it reaches the level of an evil spirit and makes it unable to drive it away, then it will respond just now, but it did not."

While speaking, he poured the water droplets condensed from the sun badge into a small metal bottle and handed it to Xiu:

"Go back and sprinkle it in the room and eliminate all remnants."

"Thank you." Xiu paid with distress, but he felt much more at ease.

As soon as she and Fors returned to the living room, a waiter sent a note:

"Miss 'arbitrator' who purchased the 'Shelf' formula, would you like to chat in the study? I might have what you need."
Chapter completed!