This... I'm used to making up stories and solving problems by myself... Klein recalled just now, and laughed twice: "Okay, I will pay attention."

Jurgen didn't say any more, and boarded the carriage.

Klein sat across from him, thinking about the attack on Detective Isengard Stanton.

Thinking about it, he suddenly heard his stomach growl.

It's been half an hour since the normal dinner time... Klein took out his gold pocket watch, opened it and glanced at it.

Instead of wasting energy preparing food, he began to think about which restaurant was worth looking forward to.

At this time, Jurgen raised his eyelids and said, "I have asked my grandma to prepare dinner for three."

"Why is that so embarrassing?" Klein was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, "Mrs. Doris's craftsmanship is always fascinating."

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When the two returned to Minsk Street in Jorwood District, it was completely dark, and the light from the gas street lamp was even brighter than the crimson moon that seemed to be absent in the mid-air.

After having dinner at Lawyer J�rgen's house and stroking the cat, Klein walked back outside the house at No. 15 in the cold and humid air.

He habitually flipped through the mailbox, and took out a "Backlund Evening Post" that had just arrived.

Klein took the newspaper and opened the door to enter the room. Just as he put his cane down, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

His diviner spiritual intuition told him that a stranger had entered his home!

Is it the police who came to collect evidence earlier? Klein looked around vigilantly, and suddenly found a letter on the coffee table.

There should only be newspapers there!

Klein entered the living room on guard against attacks at all times, and moved closer to the coffee table. During the whole process, the surroundings were quiet and there was nothing unusual.

After looking down at the letter for a few moments, Klein took out his black gloves and put them on before picking it up and opening it.

Inside the envelope was a thin piece of letter paper. Immediately after opening it, a dark red color entered Klein's eyes, and a faint smell of blood lingered in his nose.

On the letter paper, a line of words was written in coagulated blood: "You are all going to die!"

This... is really the owner of the devil dog? Is he taking revenge on the related people who caused his subordinates to die? It's really bullying, why don't you go directly to the Nighthawks who are in charge of the removal operation? Klein's heart tightened, and many thoughts flashed through in an instant.

But he quickly dismissed his complaints. It is the most normal choice for revenge to start with those who can deal with it first, just like when he came to Backlund for several months, he never thought of looking for Ince Zangwill, but he pursued Lanwusi relentlessly.

After looking around again, Klein gradually felt that this matter was a bit confusing: "Revenge in such a ostentatious way, aren't you afraid of being guarded by the official strong? Is this his requirement for potion acting?

"Or, because Detective Isengard Stanton escaped, he knew that he could no longer covertly eliminate the targets one by one, so he could only use another method, but this method is meaningless?

"Also, when he was at Detective Stanton's house, he clearly locked me in and kept watching me, why didn't he do it? Would he still be concerned about me, an ordinary private detective?

"No, it's absolutely impossible...he knows I'm a Beyonder? It's possible, because of the side effect of the master key's getting lost, I met the devil dog directly. It saw my appearance and figure, although I didn't do it at the time. A certain disguise, but I don't know if the 'demon' can see through this...

"Maybe, after that incident, it can be presented to its owner in some way...

"However, I couldn't even beat the Devil Dog at the time, so I could only flee in embarrassment. What did he have to worry about? Unless, he also worried about other things, such as Isengard Stanton who was hiding nearby due to injuries?

"He wrote to me very ostentatiously, because he thought that I, a wild Extraordinary, would not dare to seek official help?"

Klein inspected the house with his mind full of doubts, all the way to the second floor. JrNovels.com