Chapter 112

Back in the living room, Klein picked up the letter cutter, opened the seal casually, and took out the letter from Essinger Stanton.

The famous detective wrote in the letter

"Your ideas have helped us a lot, please allow me to thank you here first."

"After receiving the letter from you, we immediately organized manpower to check some key areas. Sure enough, we found corresponding clues. Many stray animals that often haunted the neighborhood and were remembered by the residents have disappeared one after another."

"During this process, we also noticed an interesting thing. In the serial murder case four years ago, yes, the target was a prostitute who was single and had a child. Many people lived around the crime scene. As I mentioned before, although the most suspected boy is withdrawn and vicious, he is very caring towards animals, especially a big black dog."

"After the teenager died in the gang fire, the people around him never saw the dog again."

"I'm curious, who is its current owner? Is it the murderer of an unsolved serial murder case a long time ago?"

"The above things have been proved to a certain extent at the scene of the 12th murder case, and played a key role in allowing the police to initially lock the suspect. If all goes well, after the criminal is arrested, we will be able to get most of the rewards." gold."

"My friend, I remember your contribution well, and will not forget your share."

...

Essinger Stanton seems a little suspicious that I know the truth about the "demon", so he deliberately hinted at something? Klein put down the letter and muttered silently.

However, this letter also made him really relieved.

The official Extraordinary did not find the wrong partner!

If the giant demon dog hadn't received additional help, it would be a matter of time before he was captured and killed.

As for Essinger Stanton's guess that the other party still has a master, Klein lacks enough evidence to confirm it, so he can only say that there is a certain probability.

"In short, my mission ends here, and the next thing is the Nighthawks, Punisher, and the Heart of the Machine team." Klein took out a brand new paper, picked up a round-bellied pen, and returned the letter to Essinger Stanton Letters full of modesty, and dismissing his subtle hints, like a real ordinary private eye.

Cut another paper man, and after he left to post the letter, Klein walked to the stage where the public carriage waited, thinking with ease.

"Then you can wait to collect the money..."

"Repard said that he wants to see the Russell Memorial Exhibition for three consecutive days. I have to wait until Saturday to find him and pay the final payment. I hope that the patent for the bicycle has been applied for by then. Hey, the Backlund patent It seems that the Bureau’s work efficiency has not been high.”

Klein had already thought about today's arrangements just now. When the Extraordinary party couldn't be held and the corresponding items couldn't be bought, he suddenly became free and didn't need to be busy for a while.

"Go to the Kragg Club in the morning, practice guns, practice extraordinary abilities, and have lunch there, then find a better circus, watch the magician's performance, and see if you can get some inspiration." He took out a gold-cased pocket watch After taking a look, he boarded the public carriage in a good mood.

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Hillston District, Cragg Club.

Because Klein came here at least twice a week, all the waiters remembered him, and he didn't need to show his membership certificate and Hoarfrost constellation badge.

It was Wednesday morning at this time, and most of the members of the Kragg Club belonged to the middle class with relatively high status, and they were engaged in fixed and decent jobs. It was not Sunday, annual leave, or afternoon tea time, so it was difficult to come here.

The spacious and bright hall looked extremely empty, with only a few people sitting in the coffee table and sofa area in the corner.

Glancing over there, Klein saw an acquaintance, so he went up to say hello

"Talim, the weather is so good today, you should be at the racetrack."

That acquaintance was Talim Dumont, the aristocratic equestrian teacher who introduced him to the club at the request of Mrs. Mary.

He also once brought Klein a business, which was to protect "Daily Observer" reporter Mike Joseph to "Golden Rose" for investigation.

Talim raised his head, touched his short brown curly hair, and said with a smile

"Oh, dear detective, what have you been up to lately? I haven't seen you for a long time."

That's because you haven't been to the club for several days... Klein smiled and sat on the sofa next to Talim

"Helping the police investigate the serial murder case, although there may not be any rewards, but the reward is attractive enough, and it is very important for us private investigators to establish a good relationship with the police department."

All of the above is bragging, I am just an inconspicuous character who was called up... He teased himself in his heart.

Several members sitting in the sofa area behind them were guided by a man who seemed to be a stockbroker, discussing the latest Western Railway stocks and East Balam Plantation stocks.

Talim didn't have any doubts about Klein's answer, he laughed and said

"It really is the big detective's busy work."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, he gradually entered a thoughtful state.

Just when Klein was about to leave for the underground shooting range, Talim suddenly looked at him and said

"Mr. Moriarty, may I ask a question?"

"Well, you can charge a consulting fee."

"This order is free, and just call me Sherlock." Klein laughed.

Talim nodded slightly, hesitatingly said

"I have a friend who fell in love with someone who shouldn't be loved. How should I deal with this situation?"

Although I have always believed that "I have a friend" is equal to "myself" when asking similar questions, but Talim's emotional color shows that he is not himself, he is very embarrassed, but he can't see the slightest pain... Open Klein, who had his spiritual vision, leaned back slightly, clasped his hands and said

"Sorry, I'm not a psychiatrist, and I'm not one of those experts in newspapers and magazines who are good at solving emotional problems."

"My only advice is, don't break the law."

"Hehe, this is a joke. First of all, we have to figure out what the 'should not' stem from? Is there a hatred relationship between the families of both parties?"

Talim glanced at him and said helplessly.

"No, this is not the story of Romeo and Juliet!"

Hearing the other party's answer, Klein seemed to hear an illusory whisper in his ear

Written by Russell Gustav...by Russell Gustav...by Russell Gustav...

He shook his head, apologized to Mr. Sha, and smiled.

"Emperor Roselle's work is too classic. Whenever I mention undeserved love, I will think of it."

"Then why shouldn't we be together?"

Talim was silent for a few seconds and said

"I have to keep it a secret, sorry, just pretend I didn't ask."

Confidential? That is a person of great status... in love with the same sex? In love with a blood relationship? Klein held back his strong curiosity, and spread his hands

"Then I can only give one more suggestion, read more emotional best-selling novels such as "Storm Mountain Villa" and "Love and Jealousy."

Talim moved his lips a few times, sighed and said

"Hey, this can only be the last resort. In my opinion, the feelings in those best-selling novels don't seem to happen between normal human beings."

"I think so too!" Klein echoed with deep sympathy.

After smiling at Talim, he got up and went to the underground shooting range to practice his extraordinary abilities. It was almost noon before he returned to the first floor and went straight to the cafeteria.

He had noticed before that today's limited supply is foie gras fried in red wine, served with sliced ​​apples and bread dipped in butter.

After taking the food, Klein took the plate and walked towards the table where Talim was. At this moment, besides Talim, there was another acquaintance of his who also served as a guarantee to introduce him to the club. Surgeon Alan Kress.

As soon as he put the dinner plate away, before he could sit down, Klein suddenly found a crutch leaning against the famous surgeon's chair.

"Alan, what's the matter?" He asked with concern.

Tall, thin and indifferent, Allen, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, patted his right leg and said

"No, don't mention it, this is really unlucky! I fell down the stairs, and there was a serious bone fracture, which could only be fixed with plaster."

"It's really unlucky." Klein sighed in agreement, and cut a piece of foie gras, stuffed it into his mouth with the dipping sauce, and the feeling that it would melt as soon as he touched it caused the aroma of the fat to continue to expand, stimulating everyone. taste buds.

"I've been unlucky for a long time." Allen raised his hand and pushed down the frame, rubbing his forehead.

He then looked at Klein, then at Talim, and asked hesitantly

"Mr. Moriarty, have you, have you..."

"What?" Klein raised his head and asked.

Allen lowered his voice

"You are a well-known great detective, you should know quite a few people, right?"

"It's okay." Klein didn't understand what the other party meant, perfunctory.

Allen glanced at Talim again, took a breath and said

"Do you know anyone who is similar to a village witch doctor? No, I mean, some kind of fortune teller or occultist. I think, I think, my recent bad luck is too abnormal..."

"I know that those are probably fake and deceitful, but I can't find any other way to get rid of the bad luck. I tried going to church to pray, donate, and attend mass, but nothing worked."

A fortuneteller or occultist with some skills... You seem to be talking about me... Klein thought about it

"Alan, tell me in detail what happened to you."

Talim next to him also nodded

"Don't worry, although I am a believer in the Lord, I don't reject mysticism."

Allen sighed in distress.

"There are many, many things, such as mistakes in surgery, steam train accidents while traveling, finding thieves in the home, going to the hospital, and falling down the stairs... Do you think someone is cursing me?"

Well, I heard Alan mention similar things before... Klein frowned slightly.

As a former Nighthawk, he could easily associate this description with a sealed item

Doom Muppet!

Similar items? He activated his vision and asked seriously

"Alan, think about it carefully. Before those unlucky things came one after another, you or your family members, um, did your family members also encounter unlucky things?"

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