Klein was wearing a formal tuxedo, a half-high silk top hat, and half of an exaggerated golden watch chain exposed on his chest. He was carrying an exaggerated suitcase commensurate with his size in his left hand and a cane in his right hand as he stepped into the streets of Minsk. Here,
It was the place he chose for himself in Backlund.
Thinking about the contact information left in the newspaper, Klein looked at the house number next to him. It was No. 128. It seemed that he had chosen the wrong direction and should have entered from that end.
Although the "Joker" at Sequence 8 does not have many blessings in terms of strength, there are not many things in Klein's exaggerated suitcase, just like the more ostentatious and exaggerated gold watch he chose, for better
Play the "clown".
This is Backlund, and it is the Jowood District where the middle class gathers. The streets in Minsk are all built with cement. Even if it rains all year round, rainwater can be quickly drained into the sewer. Today’s weather is not very good, and the big block
Connected dark clouds covered the sky, and a sense of depression permeated Backlund, resulting in few pedestrians on the road, except for a few half-year-old children.
However, are these children's clothes a little too shabby?
Klein looked at the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy who had just walked into a dark-colored house. He was wearing an old coat that neither fit nor his age, a round hat, and was carrying a worn-out satchel.
Like the kid who lived in the Jowood area. Before him, there were several kids of the same age and similarly dressed who also walked into the house.
I glanced at the house number of the house, No. 58... Could it be the Baker Street Squad?
Klein remembered his pseudonym Sherlock Moriarty. He had already chosen a new job for himself, that is, detective. He took another look at the house number. Perhaps he could get some corresponding information from these children in the future.
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In front of the warm fireplace at No. 17 Minsk Street, Klein's future landlady Mrs. Summer held a silver-inlaid palace feather fan and swayed it gently. She was not wearing high-collared clothes, and her chest was white and her neck was white.
Slender and smooth.
"Mr. Moriarty, are you looking for a job in Backlund?"
"Yes." Klein replied a little confused.
Starlin's lips curled up slightly and she said:
"Then I can give you some advice. It is difficult to live in Chorwood with a weekly salary of less than 3 pounds. Your rent, food expenses, tap water, gas, charcoal expenses, transportation expenses, etc. add up to at least 2 pounds 5 suler.
, believe me, this is Backlund, the rest has to consider new clothes and good tableware and tea sets... A weekly salary of 3 pounds is a very reluctant bottom line."
"If the weekly salary can reach 5 pounds, you can hire a maid. For 6 pounds, consider hiring a chef. For 7 pounds, you can add a male attendant. For 8 pounds, you can hire an additional maid..."
Mrs. Summer, I think you are showing off... I once earned ten pounds a week... Klein kept his smile and listened carefully.
Mrs. Summer, who had been chattering endlessly, suddenly stopped as if she had remembered something, with a hint of disgust on her face. The palace feather fan in her hand stopped inciting, and she warned:
"However, I don't care what kind of work you do, please don't mess up the house, let alone let some stray little guys come in and out at will."
Klein frowned slightly, pointed outward and replied:
"Are you talking about the children on No. 58?"
"That's right, there were two Cooper grandsons who originally lived there. Jurgen Cooper was a senior solicitor at Backlund's top law firm, with a weekly salary of between 4 and 5 pounds. Now because of the firm's recommendation
, has already gone to study at Lincoln's Inn in Tingen, and it is only a matter of time before he becomes a barrister. By then, Adrian Firm will give him an annual salary of at least one thousand pounds. Even if he is just studying now, he will receive an annual subsidy of 150 pounds.
"
Mrs. Summer obviously knew all this well, her mouth kept moving, and the palace feather fan in her hand began to sway again.
This is a targeted graduate student! Have all law firms now reached this point? No wonder Mrs. Samir said that Adrian Law Firm is a top firm? The annual subsidy is 150 pounds, which is close to that of the "Nighthawk" civilian staff.
Weekly salary!
Adrian Firm... Adrian? This name seems a bit familiar! As a "divineer", Klein quickly recalled this name. It was the barrister Rohr who ruined the political career of the leader of the new party.
Si Adrian?
Klein remembered that there was an introduction to Rolls Adrian in the newspapers at that time, saying that he was the boss of Adrian's firm and the youngest barrister in Backlund.
Mrs. Summer had a bit of arrogance on her face and obvious disgust in her tone:
"It's just that they have moved away now and moved in with a group of half-year-old children. It is said that they used to wander in the East District and Bridge District, and they didn't know where they got so much money to rent that house. They moved here
In a few days, I harassed all the people living nearby and even learned to make business cards."
Klein, who continued to endure the nagging for a while, finally got rid of Mrs. Summer after the arrival of the male host Luke, followed the maid to No. 15 Minsk Street next door, and placed the huge suitcase in his hand next to the sofa.
Sitting on the sofa, Klein looked at the empty living room and breathed a long sigh of relief. This was his home in Backlund.
The bell was jingling, and the bell pulled by the rope kept shaking, spreading the sound throughout the spacious but relatively empty living room.
Klein looked at the door. Was it Mrs. Summer's maid who had come to deliver the bedding?
He stood up and walked to the door. Without going through the peephole, the image of the visitors outside naturally emerged in his mind: two fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys of about the same age, one tall, one short, and one behind, standing in front of the door. There were expressions on their faces.
Old scars, a flattering smile, and the clothes on his body are not new, but they are washed very clean.
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Using the "Joker's" premonition ability, before the bell swung again, Klein turned the handle, opened the door, and greeted with a smile:
"Little guys, do you have anything to do with me?"
The tall young man standing in front had a scar above his left eyebrow. The smile on his face was flattering and cautious. He bit his chapped lips and tried his best to put on a big smile:
Grain sheaves
"Are you a new mover? We are your host and live at No. 58 on this street. You must have just arrived in Backlund not long ago. We have lived here for a long time and are very familiar with this city.
Understand, you can come to us if you want to know anything, but we charge a fee. However, our fees are very cheap. An ordinary consultation only costs two or three soles at most, or just a few pennies."
Looking at the two and a half-year-old children in front of him, Klein's mouth curved, and he stared into the eyes of the boy who was speaking and said:
"Then why did I hear that you just moved here, just a few days earlier than me?"
The tall boy in the front turned a little pale, his lips trembled and could not speak. The short boy standing behind him took a few steps forward:
"Did you hear what Mrs. Summer from No. 17 said? We used to do these things in the East End and Bridge District, and we made a lot of money to rent No. 58. There are many of us, and although we only have a few days, we know enough
The people around him are all around." This boy has obvious scars on his chin, slightly thicker lips, and slightly darker skin color. He should be of mixed race.
Klein's eyes wandered over the two boys, watching their faces gradually reveal expressions of disappointment, the corners of their mouths widening, and he said with a smile:
"Okay, come on in first! Maybe I will really ask you for help?"
The boys' faces showed excitement. They glanced at each other and followed Klein in. Their movements were very careful and their steps were light, as if they were afraid of damaging the floor.
Klein sat on a single sofa and pointed to the couch opposite, motioning for the boys to sit there. The two boys looked at each other and gently sat on the sofa with their hands on their knees.
As soon as the short mixed-race man sat down, he stood up suddenly as if he had been stabbed by a needle, took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Klein opposite:
"This is our business card. You can come to us at No. 58 at any time. There are always people there."
Klein took the business card and waved his hand for him to sit down. He glanced at the business card in his hand. There were no patterns or patterns on it, only two lines of words:
"Children's Home at your service"
“Minsk Street 58”
Klein put his business card in his tuxedo pocket. The two boys opposite looked at each other with smiles on their faces. The mixed-race boy even said directly:
"The Chaerwood area where you live now is generally populated by middle-class people with a weekly income of more than 3 pounds. The nearest police station is the Rice Police Station. But you'd better not go to the police here. They treat tenants and residents very badly.
There is a big difference in attitude. Although they are equally fed up with the residents here, they still choose a better attitude to deal with them.
In particular, several new police stations have been built in Hillston District, and a group of police officers have been transferred to support them. It is even more difficult for the police here to cope with the various demands of residents. But you can come to us, we are willing to take on any job, except for inquiries
We can also help you clean, pick up and send mail, run errands and deliver meals..."
Apparently Klein's behavior just now made the two little guys a little excited, and all kinds of information kept pouring out of their mouths, although a lot of it was not very useful to him.
Seeing that the mixed-race boy was still talking about their business scope, Klein shook his head. Before he could make a stop gesture, the little guy across from him closed his mouth with interest.
He glanced at him in surprise. No wonder he dared to come to the door. His ability to read eyes was so good! Klein imitated the accent of his classmate Welch and said:
"Not bad. Now that you have introduced yourselves, let me introduce myself too. My name is Sherlock Moriarty, from Jianhai County. I am a detective. I may need your help in the future."
The tall boy with the scar on his left eyebrow had a look of surprise on his face:
"You are also a detective. Our boss was employed by a detective before, and then he took us out to work alone after making money."
"Your boss?" Klein raised his eyebrows. He was not surprised by this. He just made money and worked alone. This was probably not something he could do by being hired by a detective.
"Ah, yes! Our boss, Ian Wright." The short boy seemed to admire his boss very much. He looked very proud when he talked about it. He leaned forward, "He has many connections in the Bridge District and the East District, like you
A detective like this must be equipped with a gun! Our boss has channels to buy guns."
Gun? Klein frowned slightly. If he could get a gun, it would probably be a big deal. That Ian Wright probably made money through this. Although he did need a gun, he didn't follow suit.
Went down and asked about what happened to Backlund recently.
"Well..." The mixed-race man scratched his head and picked some major events that the detectives were most concerned about. "There are many things that happen in Backlund every day, and there seem to be many major events, such as the gas explosion in the Bridge District some time ago.
There have been eight serial murders. Each of the victims was a woman, and their internal organs were removed. Also, 'Vice Admiral Hurricane' Chillinges was killed by Duke Negan's guards. Recently, it seems that Hull
Mo Xiuyin's third-generation difference engine manuscript appeared in the Bridge District and the East District; five families disappeared in the suburbs of the West District..."
Klein's brows jumped, what a guy! Backlund is indeed the capital of Loen, and things like this that can make Tingen explode are happening all at once.
Gas explosion case? This method of handling is familiar to Klein, a former member of the "Nighthawks". The 'serial murder case' should be related to the Blood Worship Cult. They control the path of "criminals", and Sequence 7 is a "serial killer";
Not to mention Qilingos, all the money he has now comes from bounties.
Hermoshuen seems to be a Frankenstein, the father of the second-generation difference engine. He disappeared while studying the third-generation difference engine. He is an important figure that various countries are trying to find. When the manuscripts involving the third-generation difference engine appear, it must be
It will attract the attention of intelligence personnel from various countries.
The disappearance case in the West District? It is the main residence of top wealthy businessmen, with excellent security and strict supervision. If a problem occurs in such an area, it will definitely attract the attention of the church, but I don’t know which church is under the jurisdiction of it.
Klein nodded slightly. He was very satisfied with today's consultation. Now that he is not an official Beyonder and cannot rely on the power of the police to collect intelligence, the two children in front of him may be excellent choices. Holmes has a Baker Street team, so I
Why can't Sherlock Moriarty have the Minsk Street Squad?
"By the way! There seem to be a lot of wild beasts in the sewer pipes in the Bridge District, and the homeless people living there have been attacked. Our boss said that something big might happen to the Bridge District, so we gave up on the Bridge District and chose Joe Wood.
district."
Another thing, it's the Bridge District again. It seems that Ian Wright is very smart! He should be one of the local gangsters in the Bridge District. He can buy guns. He probably knows a few extraordinary people.
Klein took out a five-sulu note from his pocket and handed it to the mixed-race man. He watched him take the note with excitement and a little shyness, and said with a smile: "cascoot"
"If possible, you can ask your boss to come over tomorrow. I have something to consult with him. And you can go, Mrs. Summer's maid will be here soon!"