The Lord Of The Mysteries

The Chapter 299

West Borough, Grimm Garden Street

Klein, with a sufficient beard around his mouth, wore gold-framed glasses while carrying a hat and a black stick. He follows Rogo Colloman into a spacious and bright living room.

There was a large crystal lamp hanging on the ceiling. The walls, corners, and tables are decorated with all sorts of gold carvings and ornaments. The entire area looked beautiful, beautiful, and luxurious.

As expected of a jeweler, a businessman living in the West Borough .. Klein observed the oil painting beside him and sighed.

With each step Rogo took, the fat on his body trembled. It makes one wonder wickedly when his clothes and pants will break.

However, as a jewelry entrepreneur, he has enough money to buy the best quality clothes.

"Detective Moriarty, this is my son, Adol." The logo stops at the edge of the carpet and points to a 15 or 16-year-old boy sitting on a sofa.

Since all the fireplaces in the house were lit, and there were metal pipes to drain the heat, the living room became somewhat warm. It even made Klein feel like taking off his clothes until he only had a shirt and trousers left. However, the boy was wrapped in a thick fur coat and had a blanket that looked burning hot on his feet.

At that moment, he lowered his head, hugging himself tightly as he shivered nonstop. His dark blue hair seemed to have lost its luster.

Rogo looked at her with concern and raised his voice slightly, "Adol, this is Detective Moriarty. He'll protect you for today and tomorrow."

Hearing these words, Adol lifted his head, revealing his pale face, bluish lips, and unfocused eyes.

"Protect me, protect me. They will kill me! They want to kill me!" His voice became sharper and sharper. In the end, he covered his ears with his hands and shouted.

After a few seconds, he slowly calmed down.

During this process, Klein had knocked on his molar and had secretly activated his Spirit Vision.

He held back the shock that crept into his mouth and carefully examined it again.

He saw that the color of Adol's aura had been dyed with a blackish-green sheen!

This is a sign of being haunted by ghosts, a sign of possible possession!

Adol's evil friends have already taken revenge on him. Or perhaps, there is no such thing as a "bad friend" at all. Klein quietly reached out, holding Mr. Azik's copper whistle, and let his spirituality spread. Then, he seriously took his eyes off Adol and looked at the others inside the living room.

Near the window of the oriel stood a man in a black suit. He was tall and sturdy, not smiling, and his waist was protruding as if he was hiding a gun.

This was supposed to be one of the six bodyguards. Klein was about to judge others when Rogo Colloman introduced, "Detective Kaslana; his assistant, Lydia.

"Stuart's detective."

At this point, Rogo turned around and pointed towards Klein.

"This is Detective Sherlock Moriarty."

Kaslana was in her thirties, had black hair and blue eyes, and thick eyebrows. She might have been beautiful when she was young, but now, because of her sagging cheek muscles, she seemed not very friendly.

Lydia, her assistant, was a red-haired woman of about twenty years old. His figure was very good, but he had an average appearance.

The two women were wearing something similar to what aristocratic riders wore. The white shirt they wear is tight on the waist that matches the tighter pants making it easier to move. The folds are the only thing that sets their clothes apart from men's.

Moreover, they did not hide the two revolvers on their waists.

This reminded Klein of a saying from Lawyer Jurgen that illegal possession of a weapon is a sure thing for a private investigator. This is because—except a nobleman, Member of Parliament, or senior civil servant— is very difficult to obtain a mixed-use weapons permit.

Stuart sat across from Kaslana and Lydia. He had a thin face, but he was growing a thick beard. Her light green eyes were unusually lively.

She was about the same age as Lydia, and almost as tall as Klein, slightly above 1.7m and weighing 140lb.

Stuart had an underarm holster, and inside, there was clearly a specially designed revolver.

After exchanging pleasantries, Klein took off his coat, took off his hat, and handed it to the servant next to him.

"Put it where I can get it fast. There's some important stuff in it."

In fact, he had already moved the paper figurines, notes, talismans, matchboxes, etc into his pants pocket. The only ones left in his coat were the herbal powder, the essence, the key, and his wallet. There was a total of 206 pounds of banknotes in his wallet.

Stuart, who was sitting there, turned to measure Klein and chuckled. "You didn't have a gun?"

"Gun? It's my gun." Klein smiled and raised his wand.

At the same time, he puffed his cheeks to stimulate the voice.

Bang out!

Gunshots rang out, and without thinking, Stuart rolled over, while Kaslana and Lydia quickly got off the sofa, each looking for a place to hide.

Rogo and the waiter beside him were both shocked and confused by what was happening. Adol continued to lower his head as he shivered.

When they saw that Klein was just holding a black stick and realized that nothing had happened, Kaslana and her comrades calmed down. They frowned and asked, "What just happened?"

"Since I handed the revolver I took over to the police, I've learned how to imitate his voice. It seems quite effective," Klein replied half in jest.

"That's not funny, Detective Moriarty," Kaslana said in a heavy voice.

I just want to do magic for you. Klein scoffs. He handed his cane to the servant and solemnly nodded.

"I'll remember it."

Stuart, who was in his saddest state just a moment ago, did not seem to be angry at all. He patted his clothes with interest, got up and asked, "Why haven't I heard about you, Mr Moriarty? I mean, I know a lot of people in the detective business, but I've never heard of you in the past."

"i just came to Backlund in early September" Klein explained briefly.

"No," Klein replied with the same smile.

"OK, after dinner, you rest and take over your shift in the morning" Kaslana added.

Klein stared long at the trembling Adol and nodded seriously.

…

Nothing had happened that entire afternoon, and the worried hosts of men and women prepared a delicious dinner for the detectives and bodyguards, but no alcoholic beverages were provided.

After eating and drinking to the fullest, Klein and Stuart, a young man with a bushy beard, went to their room on the second floor.

Seeing no one around, Stuart shook his head and said, "Sherlock, you should have noticed that the matter with Adol is not about revenge."

Bro, you are really friendly. Klein's expression did not change as he asked, "Why are you saying that?"

"He is more likely to have mental problems, or, according to the rural population, he is haunted by ghosts and evil spirits. Frankly, I'm afraid of it." Stuart sighed. "Mrs. Colloman must take him to a psychiatrist, and if that doesn't work, ask the priestess of the Lord of Storms to sprinkle holy water and perform the ritual."

"You can suggest it to her," Klein said objectively.

"If Adol doesn't improve, I'll consider it in a few days." Stuart glanced sideways at Klein.

Klein laughed and replied, "As far as you are. My mission will be finished tomorrow."

At that moment, the two of them had arrived at their destination and entered their respective rooms.

…

One morning, in Adol's bedroom.

Klein sat on a rocking chair, holding Azik's copper whistle, silently watching his surroundings. Stuart sipped his coffee on his desk.

The two of them did not speak, afraid that they would wake Adol who was sleeping.

As time went on, the cold swept through the entire room.

Adol sat down and opened his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Stuart asked somewhat nervously.

“Ke... washroom..” replied Adol in a soft and dreamy voice.

His face looked even paler, and his lips turned purple.

Stuart was about to speak when he saw Sherlock Moriarty standing up and nodding at him.

"I'll follow him."

"Good." Stuart breathed a sigh of relief.

Placing his hands into his pocket, Klein stayed one step behind Adol and followed him to the entrance of the restroom two rooms away.

Just as Adol was about to close the door behind him, he saw a figure appear.

"I can't get you out of my sight. Heh, do whatever you have to do, and pretend that I don't exist." Klein smiled and leaned against the wall.

Adol remained silent, his eyes unfocused as he looked in the mirror.

He turned on the tap and let the water flow.

At this moment, Klein took out a box of matches and lit a match, as if he wanted to smoke.

But he didn't do it. He blew in the air and let the match out.

Pa!

Klein casually threw a match in front of him and took out another item.

Adol, whose back was facing him, suddenly stood up. The figure in the mirror was so pale that it looked like a corpse.

Whooshing sound! In the bathroom, a cold wind howled. While keeping his lower body fixed, Adol turned around and glared at Klein's left hand, at the fine copper whistle that was thrown up and down.

Whooshing sound!

A gust of cold wind blew on Klein's face.

He kept smiling and snapping his fingers.

With a loud explosion, flames emerged from the ground, triggering an invisible figure.

The figure struggled for a while before completely dispersing. As a result the fire was extinguished.

Klein put away Azik's copper whistle and looked at Adol calmly, whose eyes began to focus.

Adol seems to have finally woken up from a long nightmare.

He saw a young man standing a few steps away. The man was wearing a white shirt, dark trousers, and gold-framed glasses. He leaned against the wall with a smile on his face.

Then, he heard a soft voice.

"What happened to you?"