Klein keenly grasped the key points of the other party's words and felt a little troubled. However, under the powerful control of the "Joker", his expression remained normal and he said:
"Mr. Auceptin, I just came back from outside. I think it would be more convenient for us to go in and talk."
"Of course, I was also quite frozen. You know, Backlund's autumn has always been very torturous." Neville Auceptin, who saw a glimmer of hope, catered to Klein's thoughts and walked in together.
Inside the house.
However, as soon as he entered the house, he was left in the living room by Klein on the excuse of going to the bathroom, sitting alone in an unpopular house.
Click.
The bathroom door was locked. Under the light, Klein pulled off the human skin mask that had been on his face for a day and washed his face with warm water.
After doing all this, seeing that his facial muscles were slightly relaxed, he calmly took off the citrine pendant embellished with a silver chain from his wrist, and said with familiarity:
"The mission Neville Asceptin is entrusting me with is not too dangerous..."
In the windless bathroom, affected by gravity, the straight and drooping citrine pendant slowly rotates, drawing a regular circle in a clockwise direction.
There is indeed not much danger... After confirming the most basic bottom line, Klein put on the human skin mask again, rubbed his black-rimmed glasses with his fingers, looked at the doubt in his eyes in the mirror, and murmured softly.
"If there was no danger, then why was he rejected by a dozen detectives?"
Of course, he does not think that there is any high-level being that interferes with his divination. If there are high-level beings that do not easily reveal their existence involved in this matter, it may explain why no detective will accept a life-threatening case.
However, it is impossible to be a detective and be an extraordinary person!
Sometimes I get a little nervous, and whatever happens to me doesn't necessarily mean trouble... Klein, who turned back into Sherlock Moriarty, slapped his cheek and walked out of the bathroom,
A smile finally appeared on his face.
"Mr. Auceptin, can you tell me now what kind of trouble you have encountered?"
Sitting on the sofa in the living room, caressing his knees with his hands as if he didn't know where to put them, Aucetin turned his head, met the eyes of Klein who was sitting on the sofa opposite him, gritted his teeth, and said nonchalantly.
Something happened.
"At first it was because of my son. My son had some problems with his legs at first. I sent him to the hospital and entrusted him to a doctor with a good reputation."
"You know, businessmen like me usually don't have a son, so when the doctor told me that the situation might not be optimistic, I didn't pay much attention."
"But, but, when my son's condition worsened again and his legs were so swollen that he could no longer walk, a robber came into my house!" Suddenly, Mr. Auceptin seemed to recall some nightmare, fear and panic.
took over his face, and even though Klein tried to comfort him, it could not reduce his deep fear.
"Can you imagine? In the North District, which is not a place like Backlund Bridge or the East District, a robber would openly enter a businessman's house and try to kill someone for money!"
He couldn't help but grab the corner of his clothes with his right hand, and veins popped out on the back of his hand, as if the robber with the gun was still standing in front of him.
"But, what does this have to do with your son?"
Klein pretended to be puzzled, holding his chin and asked softly.
"Of course it is related, of course it is, Will. From the day Will entered the hospital, some strange things always happened to our family. It was only after his condition worsened that the robbers targeted us." Angsai
Mr. Ting stood up straight like a dragon whose scales had been touched.
From what he said, this Will is a child who brings bad luck?
Klein touched his chin, becoming more and more interested.
"Then how did you escape from those robbers?"
"I think they all entered your home, and then you showed up at my place again. What must have happened in between?"
Listening to Klein's calm question, Mr. Auceptin's slightly distorted expression softened a lot, and he recalled:
“I don’t remember much, I just remember that it was a chaotic time, and then just after they put down their guns and prepared to collect my family’s money, the police arrived for some reason. After killing two of their accomplices, those bastards put down their guns.
He said harsh words and said he was going to kill me, then he ran away."
Ran away?
Klein pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and the reflection of the lenses obscured the emotion in his eyes.
He felt from the beginning that the story was full of coincidences.
Why did his son often encounter bad things after he was hospitalized, and was even openly robbed by robbers who had damaged his brain?
Why, after encountering a threat, did the robber lower his guard and then meet the police who just arrived?
Why did several robbers still escape successfully under such circumstances?
It all looks like it was planned!
But the divination results tell me that there is no danger... and if other detectives hear this story, they will only think that there are many coincidences. Although the threat of robbers is indeed more dangerous, as long as the other party bids appropriately,
It’s not like I even applied to more than a dozen people and all were rejected.
So what really makes the other detectives cringe is what happens next?
"What happened after that?"
"Later, I started hiring bodyguards everywhere and arranged for close servants to contact companies in this field." Mr. Aucetin followed Klein's rhythm as he narrated, but the expression of fear and panic on his face once again appeared.
Come up.
"You must not know what I went through. In the afternoon when I sent out my servant, I actually received a mysterious letter, which contained my servant's finger!"
Seeing the hysterical confession of the person in front of him, Klein raised his eyebrows.
Typical detective novel trend, what is this, the fate that the name Sherlock Moriarty must bear?
After a brief moment of losing control, Mr. Auceptin, who exuded a gloomy aura, regained his composure, and at Klein's request, continued to tell about his subsequent experiences.
"Because of the threats I received, after discussing with my wife, I started to find reliable detectives for protection in places with good security such as Jowood District and North District in a carriage."
"But every time I visit, I always fail to see those detectives. Sometimes they reject me because they are in charge of other cases, sometimes because they are unwilling to take risks. In short, I don't know why I am so unlucky."
An anger that he didn't know was directed at suddenly appeared on his face full of panic, and he hit his knee hard.
"Right now, you are the last detective I can find. To be honest, if I hadn't kept the habit of reading newspapers, I wouldn't have known there was a detective like you in Jowood District..."
You might as well not say this last sentence... Although he suspects that there is indeed extraordinary power involved behind this matter, Klein seems to have discovered another reason why the other party's repeated entrustments to detectives failed.
Sometimes, speaking is also an art.
"So, since you think your son is related to the misfortune you are experiencing now, have you confirmed this, for example, by asking a church priest or visiting your son to see if there is anything abnormal about him?"
Klein tried his best to use gentle words to guide the other party to divert their attention and recall some things that seemed unimportant, but in fact may be inadvertently related to some occult items.
"Visit him, why do you want to visit him?"
Mr. Auceptin screamed strangely, as if he had heard some funny joke.
"Detective Moriarty, I put him in a first-class hospital in Backlund, and now I, my eldest son, and my wife are being threatened, and I still bother to visit him?"
He completely avoided finding the church priest, and when he talked about his youngest son, his tone was filled with disgust.
Sure enough, there is a problem... Klein nodded, raised his voice a little and said:
"Sir, I majored in criminal investigation, and I am very confident in my skills."
Klein put on the air of an English gentleman in movies and TV shows and began to fool around.
"However, although I think those robbers will not be my opponents, I am still afraid of the power of the devil. I need to see your unfortunate son with my own eyes and confirm that he is not cursed by the devil before I can accept your commission.
"
He didn't finish his words. Anyway, when he saw the child, if he really found something troublesome, he could immediately withdraw and find a way to leave the matter to the church.
"Okay, I can take you to see him now." Seeing that his safety was finally guaranteed, Neville Auceptin almost didn't want to stay for a second, and was about to get up.
"I need to remind you that it's night now, and I don't want to go to the hospital to disturb a patient at this time." Klein shook his head gently, without any intention of leaving.
Mr. Auceptin, who couldn't wait and wished he could fly to the hospital now, looked into Klein's eyes. After looking at each other for a long time, he sat down again dejectedly.
What a strange man...
"Okay, it's all up to you. I'll come find you at eight o'clock tomorrow morning. By then, you should be awake even if you're lying in the hospital."
After some discussions, Klein worked hard to delay the time until half past eight, and then Mr. Auceptin returned to his carriage parked outside the door and returned to his home.
...
Backlund time, nine o'clock, Singer Fizik Hospital.
"This is it." Outside the ordinary ward, Mr. Ausetin, who was still dressed in formal attire, pouted in the direction of the room, as if he didn't want to go in.
After giving him a deep look, Klein turned on his spiritual vision and walked into the ward alone.
In the room, there were two figures, one tall and one low. One was standing by the window, and the other was curled up on the bed. The spirit body on the legs was unnaturally twisted, showing a dazzling silvery white color.
Alarmed by the crisp sound of the cane hitting the ground, the doctor who was counseling the child on the bed looked up, with obvious surprise in his eyes.