Daisy nodded, and was not surprised to see Mr. Sherlock Moriarty appear beside her.

With a bushy beard and gold-rimmed glasses, the great detective looked exactly as she remembered him.

After the black-haired and blue-eyed police officer took a deep look, Daisy didn't know when he left, nor why the mother and sister in the room suddenly disappeared.

She ran around the East District, looking for a familiar figure, and finally woke up in strong depression and sadness, staring at the dark ceiling of the school dormitory, and was stunned for several seconds.

Daisy didn't make a sound, turned her body sideways, and buried most of her face in the pillow.

On the edge of the pillow, the traces of wetness gradually expanded.

It was Leonard Mitchell who entered Daisy's dream. Although he investigated the commonality of the two cases just to have his own time to do something, he still did not forget the superficial perfunctory. In the end, he really found out There is a problem.

"In both the Ranrus case and the Capin case, the private detective named Sherlock Moriarty and his friend Mike Joseph reporter appeared... Although they were only hovering on the edge of the matter, but It's also a direction of investigation, heh, that Sherlock Moriarty looks familiar, which wanted criminal could it be?" Leonard recalled what he saw in his dream, put on red gloves, and entered St. Samuel's Church bottom of.

As soon as he greeted the team leader Soest, he saw a companion approaching and handed over two thin pieces of paper: "The situation of the red-eyed man in the Harvest Church you want to investigate is here."

"Thank you, do you want to have lunch together?" Leonard asked with a smile.

The Nighthawk shrugged his shoulders and said, "No, as long as you don't make me have nightmares."

"Deal." Leonard accepted the documents with a smile.

He stood there, didn't sit down in a hurry, and flipped through it casually: "Emlyn White, a vampire, currently belongs to the Church of the Mother of the Earth... He has been missing for a while, and his parents have entrusted a private Detectives are looking for it, and according to a gentleman named Stuart, this matter was finally solved by great detective Sherlock Moriarty."

The smile on Leonard's face gradually settled and became quite serious.

"Sherlock Moriarty?" He repeated the name in his mind.

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Klein was not in a hurry to find opportunities for real acting, and wandered around the port city of Oravi Island as a traveler, looking for short-term relaxation in a tense life with no gaps.

This city is dominated by new immigrants from Loen. The food style is not much different from the east coast of the kingdom. The difference is that there are fresh and rare fruits and various seafood here, which can be considered a bit unique.

Here is rich in natural resources, and it is at the key point of the safe waterway. People's lives are pretty good. Even farmers in the suburbs can save a certain amount of savings through orchards.

This is not to say that there are no poor people or lower classes in Olavi, but that this class is mainly served by the original slaves - the Loen Parliament has already passed the bill to abolish slavery.

Swallowing the juicy and sweet pulp, Klein looked at the darkening sky, turned the corner of the street, and entered a bar called "Sweet Lemon".

It is one of the most famous gathering places for adventurers in Oravi, where Klein intends to combine the two remaining auxiliary materials of the "Master of Puppets" - the more common dragon tree bark and the golden spring water of Sonia together.

At this time, the bar was already quite lively. There were many people around the boxing ring holding cups and cheering loudly. Around the tables, people who seemed to be adventurers exchanged various rumors in low voices.

Klein was about to squeeze towards the bar when he suddenly heard his name.

"...I'm Gehrman Sparrow. You should know who I am. I got a treasure map and need to hire some helpers. It's not because I'm afraid, but because I can't lift so much treasure by myself... �" A green-eyed man in his thirties held half a glass of spirits and said to two men and two women who were businessmen or adventurers in the corner.

Your name is also Gehrman Sparrow? The treasure map...why does it sound like a hoax... The story of me hunting the "Speaker" came here from Bayam? Well, it should be through telegrams and passengers, so many people know my name and deeds, but they don�t know my appearance... Then some crooks seized this opportunity and pretended to be me to deceive people... Klein suddenly realized close to the past.

The green-eyed man took a sip of his spirits, slammed his glass on the table and said, "I don't mind whether I refuse or agree, but I hate people making me wait!

"Don't you want to be like 'Talkers'?"

A young man on the opposite side said with some fear: "I know you are a powerful adventurer..."

"So?" The green-eyed man interrupted the other party's words. JrNovels.com