The Lord Of The Mysteries

The Chapter 367

Tuesday morning, the weather remains as cold as ever this season.

Klein tightened the collar of his woolen coat, put on his hat, and opened the door.

He was heading to the end of the road, where the mailbox was located, to send a letter to Detective Stuart. Since the distance was not too far away, there was no need to dress neatly or heavily, but Klein had just recovered from his flux, so he wrapped himself thickly just in case.

Maybe because of the strong wind last night, but it turns out the air in Backlund is very good. Klein involuntarily slowed down his pace and enjoyed this rare morning.

As he passed by Jurgen's house, he heard the oriel window open and instinctively turned to look.

Standing at the window was Lady Doris, wearing a black plush hat and a thick grayish blue scarf. He looked worse than before, and his body was even more bent.

"Good morning, Detective Moriarty. Thank you for taking care of Brody. He said you were a good man, didn't he, Brody?" Old Grandma Doris leaned over and picked up the green-eyed black cat.

Brody used all four of his limbs and struggled in his arms. Finally, he jumped down and lightly landed on the window sill.

But instead of leaving, he circled around, nudging Mrs. Doris with her head on one side, without even looking towards Klein.

Is he categorized as a friend by cats? Klein laughed self-deprecatingly and smiled sincerely.

"It's a happy deed, and the even more exciting news is that you've recovered and been discharged from the hospital."

After exchanging pleasantries, he said goodbye and continued walking down the street with a smile on his face.

He had only taken a few steps when he heard Mrs. Doris called.

"When Jurgen comes back, I'll ask him to pay you!"

… Do I look like I'm taking this mission for money? The smile on Klein's face suddenly froze. He could only half turn around and wave his hand, showing that he understood.

When he was away from Jurgen's house, his expression gradually turned serious, and he sighed softly.

He had just activated his Spirit Vision to look at Madam Doris' aura and found that the situation was not very good. Not only because of his old age but also because of the cold weather and bad air in Backlund. All of this had a very bad effect on his lung disease.

Mrs Doris should be able to get through the end of this fall and winter, but it would be hard to say for the next one, or the next one, the next one … If he wanted to live for a few more years, he would have to move south, to the area around Desi Bay… Even I had never been to Desi Bay. Klein muttered, came to the mailbox, and entered the incoming mail.

This is the beginning of his appearance.

And tonight, he's going to Harvest Church as a detective and doing other preparations.

After buying the Desi cake for breakfast, Klein returned through his original path and felt quite calm.

Before he approached the house, he saw an elegantly decorated carriage parked outside. Two women in black hats and a ribbon anxiously pulled the doorbell, while the servants and bodyguards scattered, as if they were on guard against something.

Ms. Stelyn... Ms. Mary... Do they have anything to entrust to me? With a paper bag of Desi pies in hand, Klein approached and said with a laugh, "Mrs, it's time for breakfast."

When they turned to look at Detective Sherlock Moriarty, Mistress Mary looked relieved.

"Detective Sir, you have to help me."

In the Vision of Spirit Klein, there was nothing false about his anxiety, nervousness, and fear. Therefore, he nodded his head, pointed at the door and said, "Let's talk inside."

As he spoke, he glanced at his landlady, Stelyn, and he noticed that his condition was completely different from the past two days. He became very low and sad, as if he had no interest in anything.

What the hell happened to him? Although her landlady liked to show off a little, she was someone who loved life very much.

After entering, before she could sit still, Mistress Mary impatiently said, "Detective Moriarty, I received a threatening letter!"

Threat letter? Klein put down the Desi pie, clasped his hand and asked, "What is the content of the letter?"

Sister Mary glanced sideways at Bu Stelyn, and seeing that she was not as active as usual, she said after some consideration, "The letter asked me to handle the factory smoke impartially when I was doing the atmospheric pollution investigation and to acknowledge their contribution, or I would end up like a puppet that came with the letter…

"The doll's head was torn apart, her hands and legs were broken."

Miss Mary seemed to recall the feeling when she opened the letter, and she said in a trembling voice, "This is the first time I've experienced something like this. I don't know if it's going to come true or not. . I didn't know that I had to experience such a case when I was a member of the investigative board. I don't know … "

Ma'am, perhaps Emperor Roselle once said that there are only two main forms of human hatred. One was to kill the other person's parents, and the other was to destroy the other person's way of earning money. Klein earnestly nodded his head and said, "My advice is to report it to the police."

From her point of view, Ms. Mary is now a member of the National Atmospheric Pollution Council. His status was completely different from before, and the police would definitely not take the threat he received lightly.

In addition, it involves the development of important government policies and is not a matter of course, so there is a high chance that the police department will hand the case over to the Church's Beyonder organization to resolve the case as soon as possible.

This way, even if Klein wanted a part of the reward, he did not want to involve himself in it.

"i've done it, but it doesn't convince me." Miss Mary pursed her lips and said, "Do you know what they are saying? They said the threatening letter was formed by cutting out the words from the newspaper, and the doll could be bought from anywhere. It will be very difficult to find the sender. in a short time! And they only sent one cop to protect me! Goddess, is this how they treat the cry for help from the helpless citizens?"

Mistress Mary paused for a moment, looked at Klein solemnly and said, "Detective Moriarty, I believe you can help me, not only because of your performance in that regard, but also because of Mike's approval, I believe you can help me, aaron's praise, and Talim's praise. And I know you made a big contribution to that serial murder case. Don't worry, I'll pay you well enough."

Your words make me happy, but something seems to be wrong…

Unless the police have been bribed, they will probably transfer the case to the Nighthawks, and with Beyonder means such as divination available, it is impossible for a letter consisting of words from a newspaper to avoid detection. The sender may have already been caught, or they will have the means to interfere with the prophecy ..The latter will only lead to formal and large-scale intervention by the Nighthawks …

No matter what the situation is, it will be different from how the situation is handled now …

Klein did not directly answer Lady Mary, but he carefully analyzed the abnormality of the matter.

The living room suddenly became very quiet. The feeling of silence made Sister Mary and Miss Stelyn somewhat uneasy for unknown reasons.

At one point, Klein had taken out a coin and made it bounce and roll between his fingers, as if it was his habit to focus his mind.

Suddenly, the coin flew upwards and then fell steadily onto his palm, his back facing upwards.

Klein surprised. He foresaw whether the matter involved danger, but it turned out to be nonexistent.

If such a threat really existed, even if the sender did not possess considerable capability, it would still result in a certain degree of danger. It was impossible not to have it. Was it just a simple threat? Or.. Klein suddenly thought of another possibility while smiling and saying, “Mist Mary, don't worry.You can go home quietly. If someone comes to you in the next two days to discuss the matter to publicize it, let the citizens know the true intentions of the owner of that factory to incite anger among the public, then you'll be fine."

The possibility that Klein had just thought of was that the threat was a trap set up by the council to incite the public to use their anger, he said, enabling atmospheric pollution investigations to be conducted smoothly and leading to the next Bill that could benefit them.

This would explain why the police responded in this way.

"… Why are you saying that?" ask Miss Mary while frowning.

Klein smiled and replied, "That's what I concluded."

"And if what you claim doesn't happen in two days?" Miss Mary's pressing.

Klein said sincerely, "Then I will give you protection."

After all, there is no danger he added inwardly.

After consoling and sending Miss Mary, she went over the gray fog to confirm the matter and received the same result as before.

At that moment, his Desi pie had turned cold …

…

Mistress Mary returns home in fear and uneasiness, wondering if she should invite Stelyn to stay with her for a few days.

At the time, his housekeeper informed him that Count Hall's eldest son, the chief secretary of the National Atmospheric Pollution Council, Mr. Hibbert Hall, had arrived.

After the two entered the living room, even before Sister Mary had even opened her mouth to speak, the handsome blonde man spoke first.

"Mrs Mary, I've heard about what has happened to you. This is a disgrace to the Backlund, and even to the whole kingdom, and I deeply regret it.

"Don't worry, everyone on the committee will support you!"

"Thank you for your concern" Mary replied thankfully.

After a moment of consideration, Hibbert Hall said, "Mom, I'd like to ask a reporter to interview you about this incident. I want to tell everyone about what happened to you and how despicable this action is. I want to let everyone see how outrageous the people who have polluted the Backlund air are! No sign of repentance!

"Please agree to my request."

Just as Detective Moriarty described.

…

After breakfast, Klein rested for a while. Since there was nothing better to do, he went over the gray fog in preparation to find out the origin of the Biological Poison Bottle.

This time, he did not delay at all.