Chapter 86: Snapping Fingers

West End, Green Park Street.

Klein, who already had a lighter beard around his mouth, wore gold-rimmed glasses, held a half top hat and a black cane, and followed Logo Carloman into the spacious and bright living room.

A huge crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling here, and all kinds of golden reliefs and ornaments are decorated on the walls, corners, and tabletops, making the overall look gorgeous, exquisite, and luxurious.

"As expected of a jeweler, a jeweler who lives in the West End..." Klein glanced at the several oil paintings next to him, and secretly sighed.

Every time Luo Ge took a step, the fat on his body would shake, making people always maliciously guess when his clothes and pants would burst.

But obviously, as a jeweler, he had enough money to buy the best quality clothes.

"Detective Moriarty, this is my child Yatru." Logo stopped at the edge of the carpet, pointing to the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy sitting on the single sofa.

Because every fireplace in the house has been lit, and there are metal pipes to transmit the heat, the living room is quite warm, making Klein want to take off only a shirt and a pair of trousers, but the boy is wrapped He was wearing a thick fur coat, and a blanket that looked very hot was covered on his legs.

At this moment, he was lowering his head, hugging himself tightly, trembling constantly, and his dark blue hair seemed to have lost its luster.

Logo glanced worriedly, and shouted in a low voice:

"Atru, this is Detective Moriarty, who is in charge of protecting you today and tomorrow."

Hearing these words, Adol raised his head, revealing a pale face, blue lips, and unfocused eyes.

"Protect me, protect me... They're going to kill me! They're going to kill me!" His voice became more and more high-pitched, and at the end, he covered his ears with both hands and shouted loudly.

After several seconds, he gradually calmed down.

During this process, Klein tapped his teeth and quietly activated his spirit vision.

Eh...he held back the surprise that came to his lips, and took another careful look.

He saw that the color of Yatru's aura was dyed with a dark black and green luster!

This is haunted by ghosts and shadows,

Even a sign of possession!

Yatru's bad friends are already taking revenge on him... Or, there are no so-called bad friends at all. He encountered a resentful soul and had hallucinations... Klein quietly reached out, grabbed Mr. Azik's copper whistle, and Spirituality spread out, and then, he looked away thoughtfully and looked at the other people in the living room.

Near the oriel window, stood a man in a black coat. He was tall, tall, serious, with a bulging waist, and seemed to be hiding a pistol.

This should be one of the six security personnel... Just as Klein was about to look at the other people, Logo Carloman had already introduced:

"Detective Kaslana, her assistant Lydia."

"Detective Stuart."

Having said that, Logo half turned around, pointed at Klein and said:

"This is Detective Sherlock Moriarty."

Kaslana, in her thirties, has black hair, blue eyes, and bushy eyebrows. She seemed to be a good beauty when she was young, but now she doesn't look easy to get along with because of the slightly sagging cheek muscles.

Her assistant, Lydia, is a red-haired lady in her twenties, with a very good figure, but rather ordinary looks.

The two ladies were both wearing clothes similar to noble riders' uniforms. They had waist-tight white shirts and trousers that were more fitted and easy to move around. The only difference from men was the pleated shape at the collar of the collars.

In addition, they undisguisedly pinned two revolvers to their waists.

This reminded Klein of what Lawyer Jurgen said, that for private detectives, illegal possession of guns is a problem that can be identified at a glance-the difficulty of obtaining all types of weapon use certificates is not aristocrats, not parliamentarians, Not a senior government employee, it's hard to get it down.

Sitting opposite Kaslana and Lydia, Stuart had a thin face but a large beard, and his pair of light green eyes were extremely lively.

He should be about the same age as Lydia, and his height is close to Klein's. He is just over 1.7 meters tall and weighs 140 pounds.

Stuart had an underarm pouch containing what was apparently a custom-made revolver.

After greeting each other reservedly, Klein took off his coat and hat, and handed them to the maid next to him, saying:

"Put it where I can get it quickly. There are some important items in it."

In fact, he had already transferred paper figurines, sticky notes, charms, matchboxes, etc. into his trouser pockets, and in his coat were only herbal powder, hydrosol essence, wallet keys, and the 206 pound notes in the wallet.

Sitting there, Stuart looked sideways at Klein a few times, and said with a chuckle:

"You don't have a gun?"

"Gun? This is my gun." Klein smiled and raised his cane.

At the same time, he puffed up his cheeks and simulated pronunciation.

boom!

A gunshot was heard suddenly, and Stuart rolled forward and down without thinking, while Kaslana and Lydia quickly left the sofa and each found a place to hide.

Logo and the servants beside him were surprised and bewildered, not understanding what happened, Yatru still lowered his head, trembling.

After seeing clearly that Klein was only holding a black cane in his hand and realizing that nothing happened, Kaslana and the others regained their composure, and asked with a frown:

"What happened just now?"

"Ever since I picked up a pistol and handed it in, I've been learning the technique of simulating sound, and it seems to work pretty well." Klein replied half-jokingly.

"This is not an interesting thing, Detective Moriarty." Kaslana said in a deep voice.

I just want to show you a magic trick... Klein complained, handed the cane to the maid, and nodded solemnly:

"I'll pay attention."

Stuart, who was the most embarrassed just now, showed no anger, patted his clothes with great interest, got up and asked:

"Mr. Moriarty, why haven't I heard of you? I mean, I know a lot of people in the detective business, but I didn't know you before."

"I only arrived in Backlund in early September." Klein briefly explained.

"That's it..." Stuart laughed, "Tonight we will be in a team of two, and we will be in charge from early morning to tomorrow morning, is it okay?"

"No." Klein responded with the same smile.

"Okay, after dinner, you all go to rest, and then take turns in the early morning." Kaslana added next to her.

Klein took a deep look at Yatru, who was buried in the trembling head, and nodded seriously.

…………

Nothing happened all afternoon, and the worried hostess and hostess prepared a sumptuous dinner, but no alcoholic beverages, for Mr. Detective and the security staff.

After eating and drinking enough, Klein and Stuart, a young man with beards on his face, walked to their guest room on the second floor.

Seeing that there was no one around, Stuart shook his head and said:

"Sherlock, you should have seen that the problem with Yatru is not that someone wants to get revenge on him."

Brother, are you very familiar... Klein asked back without changing his expression:

"How to say?"

"He looks like he has a mental problem, or, or, according to the country, he is haunted by ghosts and evil spirits. Frankly speaking, I am very afraid of this." Stuart sighed, "Caroman Mister should take him to see a psychiatrist, and if it doesn’t work, find the priests of the Lord of Storms and ask them to sprinkle holy water and perform rituals!”

"You can make this suggestion to him," Klein said pertinently.

"In two days, if Yatru doesn't get better, I will think about it." Stuart glanced sideways at Klein.

Klein smiled and said:

"This is your business. I will end the commission tomorrow."

At this time, the two arrived at their destination and entered their own rooms respectively.

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At 1 o'clock in the morning, in Yatru's bedroom.

Klein was sitting on the rocking chair, holding Azik's copper whistle, quietly watching the protected person, while Stuart was drinking coffee at the desk.

The two of them didn't speak for fear of waking Adol who had finally fallen asleep.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and suddenly there was a gloomy and cold feeling in the room.

Yatrujo sat up and opened his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Stuart asked a little nervously.

"Go, bathroom..." Yatru replied in a low and erratic voice.

His face seemed paler, his lips more purple.

Just as Stuart was about to speak, he saw Sherlock Moriarty standing up, nodding to himself and saying:

"I followed him."

"Okay." Stuart secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

With his hands in his pockets, Klein walked one step behind Yatru, and followed him to the bathroom door two rooms away.

Just as Yatru was about to close the door, he suddenly saw a figure flash in.

"I can't let you out of my sight. Heh, just do what you have to do, as if I don't exist." Klein leaned against the corner with a smile.

Yatru remained silent, his eyes glanced unfocused, and he looked at the bathroom mirror.

He turned on the faucet and let the water flow down.

At this time, Klein took out a box of matches and lit one quickly, as if he wanted to smoke.

However, he didn't do that, and took a light breath to turn the match into an extinguished state.

Snapped!

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

Yatru, who was facing away from him, suddenly straightened his posture, and the figure in the mirror was as pale as a dead body.

Woo! In the bathroom, the wind was howling. Yatru didn't move his waist or legs, and turned around just like that, staring fixedly at Klein's left hand, and at the delicate copper whistle that was constantly being thrown up and caught.

Woo!

A gust of cold wind suddenly blew towards Klein's face.

He smiled unchanged and snapped his fingers.

Suddenly, a flame rose from the ground, igniting the invisible figure.

The figure just struggled twice before completely dissipating, and the flame went out.

Klein put away the Azik copper whistle in his hand, and calmly looked at Yatru, whose eyes gradually became more focused.

Yatru seemed to have had a long nightmare, and finally woke up at this time.

He dazedly saw a young man wearing a white shirt, dark trousers and gold-rimmed glasses standing a few steps away, and saw him leaning against the wall, smiling.

Then, he heard a gentle voice:

"What happened to you?"

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