The gas lamp came on, illuminating the living room. The half-grown boy Ian Wright's blood-red eyes blinked, as if he was not used to the sudden light.
"Why are you looking for me?"
Klein, who was wearing a windbreaker, walked to the long sofa and sat down. He placed the silver-white revolver on the coffee table with a click. He clasped his hands and looked at Ian who was obviously frightened across from him.
Ian looked past the revolver on the coffee table and rubbed the brim of his brown hat with his hands:
"Mr. Moriarty, this matter is related to my former employer. Now those people know about me, so I urgently need to find someone to help me deliver a letter."
"Where are the people around you?"
"They are about the same age as me, and they will be arrested as soon as they enter the bridge area. So I want to find a stranger to help, but people nearby look down on us. Only you, you just arrived in Backlund, and you are
Detective, he was also very kind to us." Ian kept licking his chapped lips, with a bit of grievance and unwillingness in his words.
Klein nodded slightly, he knew this. In the past few days, his landlord, Mrs. Summer, had reminded him several times not to get too involved with Ian and others.
"I will pay you enough, 1 pound, no, 5 pounds! As long as you send a message to Caspars in the Brave Bar, saying that the 'old man' is looking for him." Seeing that Detective Moriarty did not answer, Ian
The hat in his hand had been deformed by his grip. His cheeks tightened and his lips tightened: "I know that five pounds cannot hire someone like you. You can get some more from Caspars."
Someone like me? Extraordinary? He thinks I am extraordinary?
There was no expression on Klein's face, but he quietly tapped his left tooth twice. Under the "spiritual vision", Ian Wright was just an ordinary person, not born with a special type or an extraordinary person.
Did he just read something from my coin divination? But I was very careful with my movements?
Although Ian is not an extraordinary person, he just has outstanding observation skills, but this means that he has at least dealt with extraordinary people. You must know that this commission itself is very simple, it only requires a few errands and does not require 5 pounds at all.
"I'm going to the bathroom."
Klein picked up the revolver placed on the coffee table, ignored Ian's surprised expression, and walked straight to the bathroom nearby. He closed the door, took out the quarter-penny coin in his pocket again, and flicked it up.
when!
The copper coin rolled upwards, and Klein's eyes darkened, silently wondering whether there was any supernatural element in this matter.
Then, he spread out his right hand and tried to catch the falling copper penny.
Dang! The coin passed through his fingertips, fell to the ground, and rolled far away.
This result means that the divination failed.
"It seems that Ian is hiding more things than I imagined... The information is so lacking that even vague divination results can't be obtained..." Klein tightened his lower lip inwards, bent down to pick up the copper coin, and then pressed
The flush button is off.
However, I can definitely find another person to help! Just because Ian can’t find someone, doesn’t mean I can’t find him! But Ian said it was urgently needed, but he didn’t know how urgent it was. If I could wait until daytime, I would agree.
Come down or refuse.
Klein pushed the door open and walked out of the bathroom. From a distance, he saw Ian standing blankly in front of the coffee table, wondering what he was thinking.
"Is this commission urgent?"
"Huh?" Ian looked up and looked at Klein, who was striding over. "No, as long as the notification comes tomorrow morning, it will be fine. If you go to notify now, you will be discovered."
"Tomorrow morning?" Klein breathed a sigh of relief, "When will it be specific?"
"Nine o'clock. The bar opens at nine o'clock. You can go in through the back door at eight-thirty." Ian spoke faster and faster, and the hat in his hand no longer had to be tortured.
Let’s go to nine o’clock! Klein nodded slowly and continued to ask:
"Well, one last question, why don't you just find someone to take the message tomorrow morning?"
Ian lowered his head and adjusted his wrinkled hat:
"I'm not sure if I'm being followed. Kaspars is a good guy and I don't want to get him involved."
Tracking? Looks like I’m going to do another divination!
Klein looked at Ian who lowered his head and frowned slightly:
"So, you want to stay at my place today?"
"May I?"
Seeing Ian slowly raise his head, his red eyes were full of expectation, which made Klein startled. He thought of Old Neil, he curled up the corner of his mouth, and then straightened his face:
"You're sleeping in the living room!"
…
In the early morning, looking at the dark clouds above his head and the faint yellowish mist, Klein, who was wearing a half-high silk top hat, let out a breath. No wonder Roen was going to establish an air pollution investigation committee, but he was very skeptical about the establishment of the committee.
How effective will it be?
After he arrived, he deliberately collected relevant information and found that the person who appeared most frequently on this committee was Hibbert Hall. He was the eldest son of Earl Hall, and he had mixed reputations. Most of the negative news came from another person.
One person: Philip Negan, the only son of Duke Negan and the chief of the Hillstown Police Department.
Therefore, Klein does not have much hope for this matter. As a keyboard politician, he is somewhat aware of the tricks involved. The proposal to establish the committee was only made available at the beginning of the month, but Hibbert came up with it in mid-August.
Relevant proposals began to come out; and Lord Philip seemed to have picked it up off the shelf. After the Hillston Police Department lost its independent qualification due to the Nozick case, Philip was urgently transferred back to directly serve as deputy chief, and was directly promoted to the position at the beginning of the month.
Director, but I heard that the previous director left him a mess.
Shaking his head, he clicked on his gold watch. At 7:42, Klein pushed his hat down, walked out of No. 15 Minsk Street with a cane, and stopped a public carriage to go to the bridge.
District. Whether we need to hire someone to deliver the letter will be decided after we get to the Bridge District.
More than half an hour later, the carriage slowly approached the vicinity of Iron Gate Street. Klein got out of the carriage, glanced around as if looking for a direction, and then walked in a direction away from Iron Gate Street.
On another street near Iron Gate Street, Klein slowly walked into a small restaurant and ordered an 8-pence Fenebout pasta, which was paired with a 3-pence cup of hot milk. After ordering, he picked up the
He stood aside and read carefully a newspaper from three days ago:
"The Air Pollution Investigation Committee bill has triggered discussions in the House of Lords and the House of Commons. Where will Backlund go from here tomorrow?"
Klein's attention was not on the newspaper. He had read the report three days ago. The corner of his eye rested on a police officer outside wearing a police uniform with a V-shaped shoulder patch.
The police officer, who was probably in his early twenties, kept looking at the pedestrians passing by, as if they might be hidden criminals.
The acting looks very similar, but how can a police officer hide his gun?
Klein lives in the Jowood district where the middle class gathers. There are often police patrols. Unlike Tingen, the police here have a revolver in addition to the baton, but they are all carried in a gun bag on the waist. They are not like
Like the police officer outside, he uses an armpit gun pouch. Moreover, his stance seems to have an obvious military style, which is obviously different from that of the police.
As a former inspector and having received military training from Gawain, Klein was confident in making this judgment. Are they here to arrest Ian? Has his arms trafficking been discovered?
The person pretending to be a police officer can stand arrogantly on the street and has the shadow of a soldier on his body. Naturally, he cannot be fake. He is most likely someone from the army or MI9.
Klein quietly took out a coin, bounced it upward slightly and reached out to catch it. The upward facing number represented negation. Didn't you come to find Ian? It bounced upward again, the coin fell to the ground, and the divination failed.
Seeing the police officer looking towards the store, Klein took out a few coins and placed them on the table, then picked up the fallen coins...
Things seem to be getting more and more complicated. He just failed to divine the relationship between the police officer and Ian... Klein picked up the Fenebaud pasta on the plate, mixed the meat sauce evenly, and quietly looked at the door through the dense heat.
police officer's actions.
He was carefully observing everyone passing by, focusing on those men, and seemed to stay longer on those with darker skin. The color of his aura was blue, very calm...
Klein, who was severely lacking in intelligence, could not make any effective inferences even if he could observe a lot of things. After all, he was just a metaphysical detective, and his reasoning relied entirely on divination. However, he temporarily gave up on delivering the message in person and decided to hire someone temporarily.
…
Klein passed by the door of the Brave Bar, and in his peripheral vision, a decadent man smelling of alcohol walked into the bar. He hired him for two soles after divination to confirm that he could bring the message to Caspars.
Only selected.
Although he only walked halfway through Iron Gate Street, Klein felt that many people on this street were not normal. Although they were not extraordinary people, they were observing everyone on the street.
Looking at the bumpy cement pavement on the street, Klein became more and more certain that the previous gas explosion on Iron Gate Street must have involved extraordinary people. This is Backlund, where millions of people live, the capital of Mandu, where extraordinary people are hidden.
It is definitely much more than Tingen, a small town with a population of 200,000 to 300,000.
Quietly avoiding the people who were secretly following him, Klein disappeared into an alleyway in the bridge area. Ten minutes later, Klein, who was already dressed in another costume, hired a carriage and drove out of the bridge area.
Inside the carriage, Klein looked out of the carriage window and frowned slightly. He always felt that something was wrong, but he was sure that no one was following him behind the carriage. He tossed a coin with the number facing up. No one was following him.
.
Holding his cane tightly, Klein leaned against the wall of the carriage. The current situation simply did not allow him to reverse the four steps and head above the gray fog. While the carriage was moving, he used coins to divination several times in succession, and only relaxed after getting the same result.
Take a breath.
After getting off the carriage on Minsk Street, Klein saw no one around and climbed into his home through the window. He was afraid that there were people watching on Minsk Street. Although his movements were very light and he made almost no sound, he could
Ian Wright, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room, immediately turned his attention to him.
Taking off the peaked cap on his head, he took out the folded and twisted half-height silk top hat from the pocket of his windbreaker. Klein glanced at Ian's brown dome hat. There were no wrinkles on the hat anymore, and he said in a deep voice:
"If you want to bring it, I've already brought it."
"Oh well."
Ian was stunned for a moment, and then took out a thick stack of banknotes from the left pocket of his ill-fitting old coat. They seemed to be stacked in strict order from largest to smallest denomination, very neatly, and handed it to
Klein.
Seeing that the other party had arranged the banknotes neatly, and even the portraits of several kings had to be with their heads facing up, without any mistakes, Klein suddenly became a little irritated.
This is the late stage of obsessive-compulsive disorder... He breathed out silently, took the reward from the other party, and glanced at the denomination of the banknote, which was exactly 5 pounds. A smile appeared on his lips and he put the money in his pocket:
"Aren't you afraid that I will lie to you?"
"Detective Moriarty, I believe you, you are a good man." Ian adjusted his hat and pointed to the window, "Can I get out from there?"
I don’t want a half-year-old to hand out good guy cards! The smile on Klein’s lips disappeared and he nodded silently.
Before Ian had taken a few steps, he suddenly stopped and turned to look at Klein:
"Detective Moriarty, can I entrust you with another mission?"
No, I don’t want to have anything to do with you anymore. Although I don’t know what incident Ian was involved in, Klein can feel with inspiration that this matter should not be trivial. But before he could refuse, Ian
He spoke again:
"I would like to ask you to help me take care of my friends. I asked them to stay at No. 58. Although there is food there, it is only enough for two or three days. If possible, can you buy some food and send it over?
"
Klein was silent for a while, and nodded despite Ian's anxiety. When he continued to walk towards the window, Klein said:
"Wait a moment."
Seeing Ian turn his head in confusion, Klein took off his round hat, put his peaked cap on his head, and patted his shoulder:
"I don't have any clothes here that suit you. Go buy one. Your clothes will be too obvious if someone is following you."
Ian put his peaked hat on straightly and bowed slightly towards Klein, with some redness around his red eyes:
"Detective Moriarty, you are a good man."
"Go ahead and be careful."
Watching Ian climb out of the window, Klein walked to the window and looked at his leaving figure. The smile that originally hung on the corner of his mouth gradually disappeared. Ian's movements on the street were not quite right. He behaved like someone.
It's like talking to him.
After returning to the bedroom, Klein took four steps backward and arrived above the gray fog. He wanted to make sure that what he had just felt was right.
Above the gray fog, Klein slowly fell asleep leaning on the back of a bronze chair. In the hazy picture, he saw the Brave Man Bar again. He had just walked about forty or fifty meters away from the bar when a figure appeared beside him out of thin air.
, it was a woman wearing a small black soft hat and a Gothic palace dress.
In the carriage, a woman with light blond hair and blue eyes held her chin slightly. She had a rather delicate appearance, but her face was unusually pale. She looked at Klein who was using coins for divination with interest, but Klein was not interested at all.
He didn't notice it, but you must know that he had spiritual vision at that time!
The woman in the palace dress followed Klein to No. 15 Minsk Street, and then left with Ian.