Chapter 2 Mrs. Summer

"Did you see a teenage boy? Wearing an old overcoat!" One of the men who rushed into the car said, looking at the flight attendant viciously.

From the corner of his eye, Klein saw that the other party was thin and lean, his complexion was dark as if he had been exposed to the sun for a long time, and his eye sockets were much more sunken than normal people of the Loen Kingdom.

Plateau people? Or mixed race? He nodded thoughtfully.

In the middle of the North Continent, at the beginning of the Hornages Mountains, is a plateau with a dry climate. Most of it belongs to the Kingdom of Feneport, the west part is attributed to the Republic of Ties, and the east side is occupied by the Kingdom of Loen. The aborigines are thin Being barbaric but brave and good at fighting has been one of the most troublesome problems for the three countries for a long time in the past. However, with the improvement of gunpowder weapons and changes in the form of war, these plateau people finally recognized the reality and surrendered completely.

A large part of them left the plateau, entered Backlund, entered Trier, entered the city of Feneporte, and entered various prosperous cities and ports in the northern continent. Some became workers, and some became the fresh blood of local gangsters. , Dare to fight and kill, not afraid of big things.

The flight attendant was a man in his twenties. He shrank his body when he heard the words, pointed in the direction of the third-class carriage and said:

"I saw...he went there."

The man in a black coat and half-top hat nodded invisibly, led a few accomplices, and rushed towards the third-class carriage, without any scruples about the eyes of the surrounding passengers.

If I were that boy, I would have already got off the third-class carriage by this time... Klein thought while reading the newspaper.

More than a minute later, the siren sounded "Woo", and the carriage door slowly closed.

Bang bang bang bang, the steam train began to run from slow to fast, but at this moment, Klein suddenly felt something, and looked up at the doors leading to other second-class carriages.

The one before that wore an old coat and a bowler hat,

A fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy with a dilapidated satchel walked into the carriage slowly.

He has a young face, delicate features, and bright red eyes are serious and serious.

"...Amazing, did you get off from the third-class car, and come back to the first-class car after a circle? Afraid that the pursuers and accomplices are waiting in the subway station?" Klein was slightly surprised, and felt the The big boy's way of handling things is quite mature and cautious, much better than many people in their twenties.

Tapping his left teeth, he quietly activated his spirit vision, and glanced at the big boy, only to see that his body was in a state of exhaustion, his mood was tense and depressed, but he still maintained the blue color of calm thinking.

Not easy... In terms of age... Klein muttered silently, and continued to look down at his newspaper.

The big boy didn't realize that he had been scrutinized by the Extraordinary, so he went to the third-class compartment again,

The rest of the journey was steady and peaceful, and Klein arrived at one of the three subway stations in the Jorwood district after more than 20 minutes.

After riding in a taxi for another ten minutes, he finally found Minsk Street. According to the description in the newspaper, he came to No. 17 next to No. 15 and rang the doorbell.

Cuckoo! Cuckoo!

With the reverberation of the bell in the house, an unattractive mechanical bird popped out of the door. It was only the size of a palm and made of gears and other parts. It kept nodding its head and made a sound like a cuckoo.

It's a pretty good toy, but the workmanship is a bit rough... Klein made a pertinent comment.

Ten seconds later, the dark door was opened, and a young woman in a black and white maid skirt looked at Klein warily and said:

"What's your business?"

Klein smiled and raised the newspaper wrapped around the head of the cane and said:

"I'm here to find Mrs. Summer to rent out the house, probably, it hasn't been rented out yet, right?"

The full name given in the newspaper was Starling Summer.

"No. Wait a moment." The maid bowed politely.

She hurried in and informed the hostess, and after a while, she came out again, led Klein into the room, and helped him put his stick and suitcase in the hallway, and hung his coat and top hat on the coat rack in the same place superior.

Warm air waves hit head-on, dispelling the coldness that Klein brought in. He swept his eyes and saw the fireplace with a unique structure first, saw the red pieces inside, and saw the burning smokeless charcoal.

The living room of the Summer house is quite large, almost equal to the entire first floor of the Moretti house. In some places, there are decorative carpets and landscape oil paintings.

The maid brought Klein to the sand area, and said to the hostess in the pale yellow dress:

"Ma'am, the guests are here."

The hostess is about thirty years old, with golden blue eyes, beautiful appearance and well-maintained, holding a palace feather fan inlaid with silver in her hand.

Because she was in her own home, and because the fireplace created a warm environment, she didn't wear high-necked clothes, her chest was white and greasy, and her neck was long and smooth.

"Hello, Mrs. Summer." Klein saluted with his hands on his chest.

Mrs. Summer said with a reserved smile:

"Good evening, please sit down, would you like coffee or black tea?"

Klein sat down on Changsha and replied frankly:

"Black tea, thank you."

"Julian, Marquess Black Tea." Mrs. Summer ordered the maid, and turned her eyes slightly, "What should I call you?"

"Sherlock Moriarty, you can just call me Sherlock." Klein had long thought of a pseudonym.

At this time, he smelled the fragrance from the kitchen and saw the complicated pipelines there.

"Hehe, this is my husband's design. Although his job is the manager of Coim Company, he is a mechanical enthusiast and a member of the Kingdom Soot Emission Reduction Association." Mrs. Summer noticed With a smile in his eyes, Klein explained.

Ma'am, you don't need to introduce it in such detail. I'm not here to go on a blind date with your husband... Klein complained, and said with a smile on his face:

"Ma'am, I wish to lease the house at No. 15."

Mrs. Summer sat with her back straight and smiled gracefully:

"Then I must forewarn you of some things. The house at number 15 has no such plumbing, no such easy chairs, no card table, no mahogany pedestal sideboard, no fine china plates, no silverware. cutlery, no gilded tea sets, no removable rugs..."

She pointed to the things in her house, introduced them one by one, and added at the end:

"It originally belonged to my sister and brother-in-law, but my brother-in-law's business failed and they had to move to the southern continent. They still have a plantation in Balam, but I don't agree with their choice. Nieces aren't fair, there aren't good grammar schools, not even good governesses."

Madam, this is not something I want to know... Klein nodded sincerely and said:

"Except for the weather, there is nothing in the Southern Continent that can compare to Backlund."

His approval made Mrs. Summer very satisfied, and she turned her eyes lightly:

"The house still has a three-year lease. I hope you can pay the one-year rent in one lump sum, 18 soli per week, and 1 soli for the use of furniture. I can only charge a small deposit, a total of 50 pounds."

Klein shook his head and smiled:

"Mrs. Summer, you should be able to see that I just arrived in Backlund, and I don't know what will happen next. Paying 50 pounds at a time will reduce my ability to resist risks. My limit is half a year. Twenty-five pounds."

He also plans to rent another one-room room in Backlund's East District, which will be used for changing clothes, disguising, and getting rid of tracking—this is an essential preparation for the things he intends to do.

Starling Summer nodded slightly, then asked:

"Did you go to grammar school?"

Klein chuckled lightly and said:

"Yes, I later taught myself history."

"Do you have an ID card?" Starling asked casually.

"I'm sorry, I left home in a hurry and forgot to bring it with me. Hehe, I forgot to introduce you just now. I'm from Jianhai County." Klein deliberately used the accent that classmate Welch used to.

As soon as he said the word "forget", he thought of Captain Dunn Smith, and the smile on his face became brighter.

At this time, the maid Julian came over with a cup of black tea. The enamel of the cup was pure white, with classical patterns and some parts were plated with gold.

Klein took it and took a sip, only to find that the fragrance was long-lasting, moderately sweet and sour, obviously much better than the Xibo black tea he was used to drinking.

"Very pure marquis black tea." He praised it with an unmistakable description.

The corners of Mrs. Starling Summer's mouth curled up slightly:

"Then let's rent it for half a year, 25 pounds."

Klein thanked him, and chatted with the other party for a few minutes, until another maid rummaged through the standard contract from the study.

After each signed their names, Klein counted out 25 pounds in cash with heartache, and pushed it to Mrs. Summer.

Starling spread out and calculated silently, then raised her chin slightly and said:

"Mr. Moriarty, you should be looking for a job in Backlund, right?"

"Yes." Klein replied a little blankly.

The corner of Starling's mouth hooked slightly:

"Then I can give you some advice. It is very difficult to live in the Jowood area with a weekly salary of less than 3 pounds. Your rent, food expenses, tap water, gas and charcoal costs, transportation expenses, etc. add up to at least 2 pounds 5 soli , believe me, this is Backlund, and the rest has to be considered for 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, consider hiring a chef for 6 pounds, add a male servant for 7 pounds, and hire an additional maid for 8 pounds..."

Mrs. Summer, I think you are showing off... I used to earn 10 pounds a week... Klein kept his smile and listened seriously.

At this time, the door suddenly opened, and a burly man walked in. He was wearing a black double-breasted long dress, leather gloves of the same color, and had two beautiful mustaches on his lips.

"Luke, this is Mr. Moriarty. He is our neighbor now." Starling Summer greeted him and introduced him.

Luke, who was obviously the master, took off his coat, handed it to the servant who followed him, and said with a polite smile:

"Mr. Moriarty, would you like to accept the invitation to dinner?"

This is what the manager of Coim Company, a member of the Loen Kingdom Soot Emission Reduction Association... Klein said with a smile:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Summer, but I ate it on the steam train, although the taste was impressive."

After exchanging pleasantries, Klein, led by the maid Julian, left Summer's house and entered the next door to No. 15.

The layout here is very similar to that of the neighbor next door. There is a large living room on the first floor, a well-lit dining room, two guest rooms, a bathroom, a basement, and a kitchen extending to the back. There are four bedrooms and a living room on the second floor. , a solarium, a study, two bathrooms, and a large balcony.

"Madam said, you can rent out part, but you can't give it to those workers, and you can't make it too noisy and crowded, um... clean quilts, sheets, and pillowcases, I will bring them later." The maid Julian confessed He returned to the Summer home.

After tidying up, Klein finally settled down in Backlund.

Sitting in the empty living room, he suddenly felt lonely, so he forced himself to think about what to do next.

Whether he is willing or not, neither revenge nor promotion can be accomplished in the blink of an eye, so he must have a job that can generate income to avoid financial crisis.

However, work cannot restrain him and affect his actions and arrangements, that is to say, there must be enough freedom.

After careful consideration, after excluding unsuitable occupations, Klein only had three options left:

One is to plagiarize and become a writer, but his identity is sensitive, the higher the popularity, the more deadly he is, so he can only reluctantly give up.

The second is to be a journalist. This is a fairly decent job in the contemporary era. To apply for a job, you need documents such as academic certificates. Klein can only express helplessness about this.

Ultimately, he chose a third career:

private detective!

This is also the purpose of his previous pseudonym.

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