The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 222's

Ding! dong!

A rope was being pulled, causing the doorbell and the sound it made to constantly clink and send its voice echoing throughout the spacious but relatively empty living room.

Klein, who was sitting on the couch reading the newspaper to study various investment opportunities, stood up. He was wearing a white shirt and a black vest without a bow tie, as people would wear at home.

First job in my career as a detective? But I can't always be at home, waiting for the mission to arrive. Yes.. I need to put a notice on the door, along with a pen, so that clients can write down the time of their next visit and allow me to prepare in advance, for a new detective in this profession, without fame, doing so would essentially be the same as not having "next time, I could only go through the trouble of doing the divination in the morning to see if I would accept any work for the day. And if so, what time to make a plan.Of course, maybe also I will lose the mission of the powerful Beyonders. Well, let it be, it might be a good thing …

He walked to the door, and without looking through the peephole, the shadow of the visitors outside appeared in his mind:

One of them was an old lady with a black luxurious hat. His back was slightly bent, and his face was heavily wrinkled. Her skin was wrinkled and pale, but her dark dress was very formal and neat.

The temples are completely white, but the blue eyes are quite lively. He looked at the young man beside him, gesturing for him to pull the doorbell again.

The young man was in his twenties, with eyes similar to those of the old woman. In the increasingly cold weather, he wore a double-breasted black suit, half-hat, and bow tie like he was going to attend a banquet, it was as if he would not relax his demands on himself at all times.

With the help of the Clown's premonition, Klein turned the handle, opened the door, and greeted his visitors with a smile before the bell rang again.

"Good morning, Mom, sir. What a beautiful day, at least until now I've seen the sun for five minutes."

He talks about the weather in a slightly exaggerated way, a small talk that has been popular in Backlund for over a century.

"Yes, it's always shy and doesn't come out from behind the fog and dark clouds." The old woman agreed.

Beside him, the young man asked, "Are you Detective Sherlock Moriarty?"

"Yes, and what can I do for you? Sorry, please come in. Let's sit down and talk." Klein turned his body to the side, making way for his guest as he pointed to the guest area.

"No, there's no need. I don't want to waste time. My poor Brody is still waiting for me to save him!" said the old woman in a rather sharp voice.

"Him?" Klein noticed the most important pronouns and suddenly got a bad feeling.

The very formally dressed young man nodded and said, "Brody is my grandmother's cat, Madam Doris. She went missing last night, and I hope you can help us find her. We live down this street, and I'm willing to pay you 5 soli for it. Of course, if you can prove that you've spent more time and effort than that, I'll make it up to you."

Find cats? The reason why you entrusted this job to me was simply because of the comfort that comes from how we live on the same path.Klein felt that this was not the detective career he had envisioned.

It made me look like a clown. Well, I couldn't turn down my first business deal. This was the viewpoint of a seer .. He pondered for a few seconds and asked, "Can you describe it in detail?"

Grandma Doris spoke before the young man could open his mouth.

"Brody is a cute and agile black cat. It is very healthy, has beautiful green eyes, and likes to eat cooked chicken breast. Goddess, last night, she just ran away. No, he must be lost. I've put a lot of chicken breast in his bowl, but refused to go back to see it.

… Klein's lips curled upwards and said, "i'm very satisfied with your description, Mrs Doris."

"i accept this request. All right, let's go to your house now. I need to look for clues and find traces.You should be clear that the basis of my reason lies in the details." Mrs Doris did not consult her granddaughter as she nodded and said, "You're the most proactive detective I've ever seen. It's deal!"

Klein put on his coat and hat, took his cane, and followed Madam Doris and her granddaughter to the street.

Unlike Tingen, roads in many parts of Backlund have been rebuilt with cement or asphalt. Even when it rains, the road is not too muddy.

While the old woman took the lead, her grandson approached Klein and said in a low voice, "i hope you will do your best to find Brody. It was one of the pillars of my grandmother's life since my grandparents died."

"After Brody went missing, something went wrong with my grandmother's mind, so she started hearing something. He kept telling me that he heard poor Brody meowing sadly."

Klein immediately nodded and said, "I will do my best. Right, I still haven't got your name."

"Jurgen, Jurgen Cooper, a senior lawyer," the young man replied.

Soon, they reach 58 Minsk Street and enter a dark house.

"This is Brody's bowl. This is his favorite box. He's always sleeping here." Doris' wrinkled face was filled with worry and hope.

Klein crouched down and found a few strands of black cat fur inside the box.

He straightened his body and gripped his silver stick with the hand that held the cat's fur.

Klein's gaze turned deep as he pretended to be observing his surroundings as he silently recited the divination sentence.

His hand quietly slipped off the end of the stick but did not leave it completely. It only made it harder for Jurgen or Doris to notice that the stick was standing on its own.

Klein gripped his wand again, looked in that direction, and observed it for over ten seconds.

Then, he walked into the old closet.

"Is there any sign of Brody running away?" Juergen asked with concern. The old lady, Doris, was also waiting for an answer.

Without answering, Klein knelt down and opened the door at the bottom of the closet.

Meow!

A black cat darted out, tailed high, and ran for his bowl.

"Brody... When did you get into the closet? How did you get locked in there?" Mrs. Doris was crying, shocked and confused.

Jurgen looked in shock and looked at Klein.

"How did you know it was in the closet?"

Klein smiled, and replied in a deep voice, "Conclusion, my good friend."

…

After getting the 5 soli gift from Mrs. Doris and Jurgen, as well as their friendship, Klein returns to 15 Minsk Street under bleak weather.

Before he even got close, he saw a body wandering in front of his door.

And more business? When Klein looked up, he saw that the visitor was a fifteen or sixteen year old boy, wearing an old coat and a round hat that did not match his age.

That her? Klein soon recognized him as the boy he met on the steam train the day he arrived in Backlund. Back then, he was being chased, but his maturity and calmness at that moment had left a deep enough impression on Klein.

As she wondered, Klein walked over and smiled.

"Excuse me, are you looking for me?"

The teenage boy was startled as he quickly turned around, his bright red eyes filled with a fear that could not be hidden.

He calmed down and asked hesitantly, "Are you Detective Sherlock Moriarty?"

"Yes." Yeah." Klein looked around and said, "Let's talk inside."

"Good." The teenager did not refuse.

Inside, Klein did not take off his coat, but he took off his hat and put down his cane.

He took the teenage boy to the living room, pointed to the long sofa and said, "Please, sit down. How can I call you? What kind of job do you have for me?"

"You can call me Ian," the teenage boy scanned his surroundings and was silent for a few seconds. "I was previously hired by another detective, Mr. Zreal Viktor Lee, who helped me gather some news and information."

Klein sat down, clasped his hand, and said, "Does the job have anything to do with your former employer?"

"Yes," Ian nodded solemnly. "A few days ago I suddenly found myself being followed, by someone with bad intentions; therefore, I thought of a way to lose their tail … I'm sure you saw this scene yourself, Mr. Moriarty. I recognize you as that man. who judged me on the metro that day as soon as I saw you."

… This level of observation skill is no worse than a Spectator.. Could it be that he was born with a special ability? Or is he a Beyonder? Klein activated his Spirit Vision and looked at Ian, but he did not find anything strange.

He nodded and calmly replied, "Your response left an impression on me."

Ian did not take issue with the topic and continued, "i suspected my meeting had something to do with Mr. Zreal, so I went to visit him at his place.I found the place to be seemingly normal, I found it was, but there are many clues that suggest that someone has infiltrated and triggered all the little mechanisms.

"i haven't seen Mr. Zreal since that day.I suspect something has happened to him.

"i tried to call the police, but the period of his disappearance had not reached the number of days it took to make a request. I tried to ask for help from other detectives I knew, but all of them rejected me, on the grounds that they had just met Mr. Zreal at a fellow detective's party.

“It surprised me because I did not receive any response from Mr. Zreal when I contacted him using the agreed method.

"i still stand by my judgment and intend to enlist the help of a detective that Mr. Zreal does not know. Well, as such, it means it will be someone I don't know either. I don't know who to look for either. Therefore, I can only search in the papers and finally find you, Mr. Sherlock Moriarty."