In the half-length mirror in the bathroom, a lady wearing a soft hat, blond hair and blue eyes, as delicate as a doll, quietly looked at Klein, who had his hands in mid-air, and nodded slightly.
"water."
The ethereal voice echoed in the small space of the bathroom, awakening Klein, whose thoughts had wandered to where he didn't know.
"Ah..." Klein, who was staring blankly at the mirror, felt confused and a little at a loss. When he felt the coldness of the water, he hurriedly retracted his hands under the faucet, leaving only
Ice-cold water also flowed from the fingers.
The fatigue accumulated during the night was swept away. Klein stared at those blue eyes for two seconds before looking away as if he was running away.
"MI9 came to search this place...you didn't leave?"
Integrated into the rippled mirror like a pond, the expressionless bodyguard lady floated out of it silently, her translucent body falling, and she stopped moving until she was eye level with Klein.
"They left directly after not discovering the body of the 'Puppet Master'." The bodyguard lady floating in mid-air slowly floated out of the bathroom, her eyes swept across the empty room, and her voice
Misty.
It seems that the purpose of MI9 is to obtain possible intelligence on Rosago... They did not leave a monitor here, probably because Prince Edsac said hello in advance...
...Klein gave up on washing up and slowly followed the bodyguard's footsteps and walked out of the bathroom together.
In the apartment where the sound insulation is not very good, you can already hear the various sounds of the surrounding residents, the clanking of iron products, and the muffled sound of doors opening and closing.
It is now eight o'clock in Backlund time, which is the time when most senior workers and employees of small companies in the Jowood District go to work.
Most of the residents in the apartments here are single, and most of them are from other provinces who have moved in from other areas. Their daily routines are relatively uniform.
Klein, who casually collected the fragments of decorative vases scattered beside the sofa, massaged the dizziness coming from his temples and felt a little unsteady in his steps.
"I think I may need to take a break. The time to protect me is until today, right?"
"I will continue to protect you until 12 o'clock tonight." Like a real doll, the bodyguard lady with an indifferent expression thought for a while and responded softly.
Her blue eyes were like the bottom of a deep lake, transparent and clear, reflecting Klein's figure. There seemed to be some kind of illusory shadow lingering in her eyes.
From her perspective, part of Klein's spirit body was an unhealthy orange-yellow color, and his head was vaguely covered with a light gray-white shadow, which seemed to block the reality.
The bodyguard lady suspended in the air moved slightly closer to the sofa, and her ethereal voice became relatively real.
"You need rest."
What? Klein, who was a little drowsy on the sofa with his eyelids constantly fighting, trembled, and a trace of surprise appeared on his listless face.
This is the first sentence the bodyguard has said that has nothing to do with the mission since Maric accepted the bodyguard mission on his behalf!
Looking at Klein's surprised look, the bodyguard lady wearing a black palace dress suddenly raised her body, her figure became thinner, and her voice was as ethereal as ever.
"It's easier to be killed when you're physically tired."
Listening to the frugal speech that was characteristic of a bodyguard lady, Klein was stunned for a few seconds before he realized what the other party meant.
Although I have paid the money, if I die under the protection of the bodyguard, even if it is due to my own reasons, may I still break some of the rules she abides by?
But isn’t the sequence she’s in a “ghost spirit”? If it’s to suit the acting method, it would be more appropriate to take away people’s lives and occupy other people’s bodies like a real ghost, right?
But if it wasn't for acting, why did she do this? She seems to care about restraint in handling some things?
She didn’t even ask me why I was invited by the prince…
Klein's divergent thoughts were mixed with various questions, but these questions based on different ideas disappeared without a trace when he fell on the single bed in the apartment under the pull of gravity.
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The various noises and movements outside the room continued, but Klein closed his eyes at this time and no longer responded at all.
The sun has risen, it has really climbed to the top of the mountain, and its genial warmth dominates the earth. In front of the window with golden light, the figure is thin, as if the illusory bodyguard lady bowed slightly, and once disappeared from the field of vision, silently
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"Mr. Evans, the president is already waiting for you."
The waiter in the "Daily Observer" newspaper office carefully guided the gentleman who had registered his visiting time at the front desk a few days ago. He walked straight ahead and walked through each area of the newspaper office familiarly.
Amidst the slightly noisy chatter and the melodious rhythm of the standard typewriter, the guests were brought to the door of the president's office.
He held his right hand empty and knocked lightly a few times. It wasn't until he heard a powerful "come in" coming from the office that he opened the door lightly and reached out sideways.
Dunn, who had been following the waiter, nodded, and then walked slowly into the president's office, which was filled with various documents and materials and was not luxuriously decorated.
"Good morning, Mr. Rosen." Louis Evans, who wore a pair of gold glasses on the bridge of his nose and had a strong bookish air, took the initiative to extend his right hand in the eyes of Mr. Rosen, the president of the "Daily Observer" newspaper.
greeted.
The president, who had an out-of-shape figure and a lot of fat accumulated on his abdomen, smiled and, like a common old man in some villages in Disi Bay, hurriedly took hold of Dunn's outstretched right hand.
"Good morning Mr. Evans, I saw your registration a long time ago, but the Ripper case and the damn rotting corpse have been bothering us recently, and I really haven't made time."
His fat body kept shaking his hands across the relatively spacious desk, and his movements were quite reluctant.
If they were other members of the newspaper, they would be very surprised to see their president like this in front of Detective Evans, because the last time Mr. Rosen took such initiative was when Mr. Hibbert Hall invested in the newspaper.
When injecting funds.
Dunn, whose right hand was tightly held, smiled a little reluctantly. Although he had the status of a senior inspector in the police station through the relationship with the Nighthawks, even so, he had never been treated so warmly.
Compared to this kind of life, I am more accustomed to the straight-forward approach in the streets... He sighed inconspicuously, and the corners of his mouth raised as he said:
"Mr. Rosen, I think since you have been so busy recently, it is better for us to solve the current matter quickly."
As he spoke, Dunn, whose expression was already somewhat stiff, calmly took out his right hand from Rosen's hand, and under the guidance of the other party, they sat down together on the free sofa in the office.
The reason why he was treated so warmly was not only because of his recent reputation with Mr. Babbage, but also because he took the initiative to reveal the identity of a member of the Evans family when registering.
It took a while for Dunn to gain some fame as Louis Evans in Backlund. In recent weeks, he has been trying to digest the potion through pretending, because he felt that he had been throbbing since his resurrection.
When the "darkness" showed signs of calming down, he decided to really try to take revenge.
Although with his own strength, he definitely cannot kill Ince Zangwill and Lanerwus now, but Dunn believes that he must at least grasp the general whereabouts of the two people so that he can truly carry out revenge after being promoted in the future.
Rather than hiring gangsters to find out information, Dunn was more familiar with official channels, so he took the initiative to contact the president who was in charge of most of the affairs of a newspaper through the identity of the Evans family.
On the soft sofa, well-placed cushions supported Dunn's body, giving him the illusion of actively relaxing.
Since my resurrection, I can distinguish dreams and reality more clearly... Dunn thought for no reason, but it only lasted for a moment, and the divergent thoughts were extinguished.
"Mr. Rosen, can I become a copy reporter for your newspaper while maintaining my status as a private detective?"
"Don't worry, I'm not asking for a salary."
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Klein, who did not take off his formal clothes and was sleeping soundly on his stomach on the single bed, reluctantly turned over, and the drool dripping from the corner of his mouth stained the quilt.
Boom, boom, boom!
There was an unfriendly knock on the door without any control at all. The closed door shook constantly, particles of dust existed in the cracks, and unnoticed dust fell with the vibration.
Hiss, it hurts, it hurts... I feel like I have no feeling in my left hand...
Klein, who was struggling to get out of bed and sleepy, held his head and felt a ringing in his ears. The world in front of him seemed to be stained with a black veil, making it impossible to see clearly.
In his mind, the thumping sound of blood rushing continued to echo. Although he no longer felt the slightly painful emptiness on both sides of his temples, an inexplicable swelling and heaviness lingered and lingered.
Who is it...Klein has already stepped off the bed, his left hand is unsystematically smoothing out the wrinkles on his formal suit, and his right hand is randomly taking out a pocket watch from the inside of his jacket. Klein's steps are a bit frivolous.
He briefly glanced at the time displayed on his pocket watch, and then his face became darker, but his body still staggered forward.
At twelve o'clock at noon, he slept for more than three hours in total.
Click.
With a sluggish expression, Klein opened the door and immediately cheered up, with a faint light flashing in his ice-blue eyes.
The person who disturbed him at this time was none other than his landlord, the manager of the apartment here, Mr. Agron.
Klein, who had not opened the envelope given by Prince Edsac since he came back, felt guilty. He coughed subconsciously, then pulled himself together and asked:
"Mr. Aiglon, what's the matter?"
This gentleman's current mental state is also not good. Although he has not reached Klein's less spiritual state, there is still a faint bloodshot in his eyes.
He took a deep look at Klein and took the initiative to turn sideways, revealing the waiter in red uniform who had been standing on the side of the wall.
Miller Carter's temporary butler, Angelo looked at Klein who was in poor condition. Although he was a little surprised, he still followed his employer's requirements and said seriously:
"Excuse me, are you Mr. Sherlock Moriarty?"
"My master, Mr. Miller Carter, saw your advertisement in the newspaper and has a commission for you to complete."
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On the Backlund Bridge, a carriage with a relatively luxurious interior was galloping quickly.
In the car that was not bumpy, Klein had shaken off his sleepiness, but could still feel throbbing pain in his temples. He was clutching his stomach and feeling listless.
From last night to now, he has not eaten anything for nearly twenty hours.
"So, Mr. Carter wants me to help him investigate whether there is any danger lurking in the basement?" Klein asked hesitantly as he sorted through the information he just heard from Angelo in his mind.
After all, judging from the other party's description, the basement beneath the mansion purchased by Mr. Carter looks very much like the place where bloody crimes occurred in some horror works.
I should have carefully divined before getting in the car. I was too sleepy at the time to divine the danger of this commission... Klein, who was leaning against the cushion, closed his eyes tightly, and then opened them again.
Angelo, who was sitting across from him with bloodshot eyes, felt uneasy.
Angelo looked at the detective in front of him who was constantly flipping a gold coin in his hand. Although he had some doubts about his level, he still maintained the most basic etiquette due to his master's instructions and nodded lightly:
"Yes, in order to ensure the safety of workers, Mr. Carter deliberately stopped the renovation project of the basement. However, this house is very important to Mr. Carter and the renovation work must be completed recently, so I entrusted you to investigate the situation in the basement.
"
He did not mention that he had entrusted Detective Evans to prevent Detective Moriarty from thinking about the incident they encountered not long ago and bringing a bad name to his employer.
Snapped.
The sound of gold coins falling caught Angelo's attention. He looked at Klein, who was not very flexible and let the gold coins fall from his fingers. He couldn't help but sigh with restraint and leaned forward on his own initiative.
Compared with Detective Evans, this Mr. Moriarty did not appear to be reliable... He bent his upper body and said proactively:
"Detective Moriarty, let me help you."
As he spoke, a hand with relatively delicate skin quickly stretched out and brushed the fingertips of Angelo's hanging right hand.
"No, I can do this little thing myself." Sherlock Moriarty, who had "clumsily" dropped the gold coin just now, lowered his body and fumbled for a while. It took him a full ten seconds to finally change from unknown to unknown.
Gold coins were picked up from some bumpy carriages.
He smiled slightly with traces of age and a hint of fatigue on his face. He shook the gold coins in his hand exaggeratedly like a child, as if he was showing off some trophy.
The rigorous Angelo couldn't help but feel surprised.
Only the blue eyes that shine like gems appear on the car window at some unknown time, watching all this calmly.
Unlike the audience watching the "Joker" performance in the carriage, she saw clearly the pattern after the gold coin fell just now. Fortunately, it was the other side.