Chapter 9 The First Order

Tinkling, the bell being pulled by the rope kept shaking, and the sound spread throughout the spacious but relatively empty living room.

Klein, who was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper and researching the investment opportunities, stood up. He wore a white shirt and a black vest without a bow tie, and he looked casual at home.

The first commission of my detective career? However, I can't always wait at home, waiting for the task to come to the door, um... I have to get a guest book and hang it at the door, with an absorbent pen, so that customers can write down the time of their next visit, so that I made preparations in advance... But for a new detective who has just entered the industry and is not well-known, it basically means that there will be no next time... Hey, it can only be a little troublesome for the time being. Every morning, whether there is a commission on the day of divination, and about what time period , arrange it in this way... Of course, this may miss the task that the client is a powerful Extraordinary, um, if you miss it, you will miss it, it is a good thing with a high probability...

As Klein thought about it, he walked to the door. Without going through the cat's eyes, the image of the outside visitor naturally appeared in his mind:

One is an old lady wearing a black plush soft hat. Her back is slightly bent, her face is deeply wrinkled, and her skin is dry and yellow. However, her dark dress is formal and decent, and she looks very neat.

Her temples were completely white, but her blue eyes were quite lively. At this time, she was looking at the young man next to her, beckoning him to pull the doorbell again.

The young man was in his twenties, with eyes similar to those of an old lady. In the increasingly cold weather, he was wearing a black double-breasted frock coat popular among the gentlemen in Backlund, and a half-height silk top hat. Wearing a bow tie like attending a banquet, it seems that at any time and in any scene, he will not relax his requirements on himself.

With the help of "Joker"'s premonition ability, before the bell rang again, Klein turned the handle, opened the door, and greeted with a smile:

"Good morning, ma'am and sir, today is a fine day, and I have seen the sun for five minutes so far."

He talked about the weather in a slightly exaggerated way, which was a topic of conversation that had been popular in Backlund for hundreds of years.

"Yes, it usually hides shyly behind the fog and clouds, and has been refusing to come out." The old lady nodded in agreement.

And the young man asked:

"Are you Detective Sherlock Moriarty?"

"Yes, what do you need to entrust? Sorry, please come in, let's talk on the sofa." Klein turned his body sideways, moved out of the way, and pointed to the reception area.

"No, no need." The old lady said in a sharp voice, "I don't want to waste any time, my poor Brody is still waiting for me to rescue him!"

"It?" Klein noticed the most important pronoun, and suddenly had a bad feeling.

The very formally dressed young man nodded affirmatively and said:

"Brody is a cat of my granny Lady Doris, it got lost last night, I want you to help us find him, we live just down the street, I'd pay 5 sous for it Le's remuneration, of course, if you can finally prove that you spent more time and energy than this range, I will compensate you additionally."

Looking for a cat? The reason why he entrusted me is because it is on the same street, which is very convenient... Klein feels that this is not the detective career he imagined.

This makes me look like a clown... Well, the first business you open can't be rejected, this is from a fortuneteller's point of view... He pondered for a few seconds and said:

"Can you describe it in detail?"

The old lady Doris said before the young man could speak:

"Brody is a lovely, lively black cat, he is very healthy, has a pair of beautiful green eyes, and likes to eat cooked chicken breasts, Goddess, he just went away like that last night, no, he must be Got lost, I put a lot of chicken breasts in his bowl and he didn't want to come back and take another look."

... Klein's mouth turned up and he said:

"I am very pleased with your description, Mrs. Doris."

"I accept this commission, okay, go to your home now, I need to find clues,

When traces are found, you should be very clear that the core of reasoning lies in details. "

Mrs. Doris nodded immediately without consulting her grandson and said:

"You are the most actionable detective I have ever seen, deal!"

Klein put on his coat and hat, picked up his cane, and followed Ms. Doris and her grandson to the street.

Unlike Tingen, the roads in many areas of Backlund have been rebuilt with cement or asphalt, and even if it encounters rainy weather, it will not be so muddy.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of the old lady walking ahead to lead the way, his grandson moved closer to Klein and said in a low voice:

"I hope you will do your best to find Brody."

"It's been one of the pillars of my grandma's life since my grandpa and my parents passed away."

"After Brody disappeared, my grandma had mental problems and even had auditory hallucinations. She always told me that she heard poor Brody screaming."

Klein solemnly nodded and said:

"I'll try my best. By the way, I still don't know what to call you?"

"Jurgen, Jurgen Cooper, a senior solicitor." The young man replied. .

Soon, they came to No. 58 Minsk Street and entered the gray-toned house.

"This is Brody's bowl. This is his favorite box. He always sleeps in it." Doris' wrinkled face was full of worries and expectations.

Klein squatted down and found several black cat hairs from the box.

He straightened up, holding the silver-encrusted cane with the hand that was pinching the cat's fur.

Klein's eyes darkened, he pretended to look around, and silently recited the divination sentences.

His hand quietly left the head of the cane but not completely, so that neither Jurgen nor Doris could notice the fact that the cane was standing on its own.

Immediately afterwards, the black silver-encrusted cane tilted sideways and forward, and the falling speed was very slow and the amplitude was very small.

Klein held the staff head again, looked in that direction, and observed it carefully for more than ten seconds.

Then, he took a step, walked over, and came to an old cabinet.

"Have you noticed any signs of Brody leaving?" Jurgen asked with concern, and the old lady Doris was also waiting for an answer.

Klein didn't answer, squatted down, and opened the door at the bottom of the cabinet.

Woohoo!

A black cat jumped out of it, its tail raised high, and it ran towards its bowl.

"Brody... when did you get into the cupboard? How did you get locked in the cupboard?" Mrs. Doris shouted in surprise and confusion.

Jurgen turned his head in astonishment, and glanced at Klein:

"How do you know it's in the cupboard?"

Klein smiled, and replied in a low voice:

"That's reasoning."

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Klein, who had gained the friendship of Mrs. Doris and Lawyer Jurgen, and was paid 5 soli, returned to No. 15 Minsk Street, where he rented, in the dark weather.

Before he got close, he saw a figure hovering at his door.

Have a new business? Klein stared and saw that the visitor was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy wearing an old overcoat that did not suit his age and a round hat.

he? Klein instantly recognized the other party as the big boy he met on the steam subway the day he first came to Backlund who was being chased.

The maturity and calmness he showed at that time left a deep impression on Klein.

Will there be something entrusted... With a mutter, Klein walked over and said with a smile:

"Excuse me, are you here to see me?"

The big boy was taken aback and turned around hastily, with the fear that could not be concealed in his bright red eyes.

He settled down, hesitated and said:

"Are you Detective Sherlock Moriarty?"

"Yes." Klein looked around, "What's the matter, let's go in and talk about it."

"Okay." The big boy didn't refuse.

After entering the house, Klein didn't take off his coat, but just took off his hat and put away his cane.

He led the big boy to the reception area, pointed to the long sofa and said:

"Please sit down, what should I call you? Is there anything you want to entrust?"

"You can call me Ian." The big boy looked around and was silent for a few seconds before saying, "I was hired by another detective, Mr. Zariel Victor Li, to help him collect some news and intelligence .”

Klein sat down, clasped his hands and said:

"Your commission is related to your former employer?"

"Yeah." Ian nodded solemnly, "A few days ago, I suddenly found that I was being followed by people with malicious intentions, so I thought of a way to get rid of them, uh... I think Mr. Moriarty, you should have witnessed After seeing this scene, as soon as I saw you, I recognized you as the gentleman who looked at me several times on the subway that day."

...This observation ability is not much worse than that of "spectators"... Could it be that they are born with a special type? Or is it Extraordinary? Klein turned on his Spirit Vision and glanced at Ian, but found nothing strange.

He nodded and replied frankly:

"Your response impresses me."

Ian didn't bother with this matter, and continued:

"I suspected that what happened to me had something to do with Mr. Zuriel, so I went to visit him at his residence, and found that it looked normal, but many hidden small mechanisms that hinted that someone had sneaked in were touched."

"Since that day, I have never seen Mr. Zuriel again. I suspect that something happened to him."

"I tried to call the police, but he had not been missing for the required number of days. I tried to ask other detectives I knew for help, but they all turned me down. The reason was that they had just met Mr. Zuriel at a party of colleagues. superior."

"This surprised me very much, because I contacted Mr. Zuriel through the agreed method but did not get any response."

"I still stick to my judgment and plan to ask for help from a detective that Mr. Zuriel doesn't know. Well, in this way, I don't know anyone. I don't know who to turn to. I can only find out through the newspapers, so I found you, Sherlock Mr. Moriarty."

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