He has a young face, delicate features, and bright red eyes are serious and serious.

"...Amazing, did you get off from the third-class car, and come back to the first-class car after a circle? Afraid that the pursuers and accomplices are waiting in the subway station?" Klein was slightly surprised, and felt the The big boy's way of handling things is quite mature and cautious, much better than many people in their twenties.

Tapping his left teeth, he quietly activated his spirit vision, and glanced at the big boy, only to see that his body was in a state of exhaustion, his mood was tense and depressed, but he still maintained the blue color of calm thinking.

Not easy... In terms of age... Klein muttered silently, and continued to look down at his newspaper.

The big boy didn't realize that he had been scrutinized by the Extraordinary, so he went to the third-class compartment again,

The rest of the journey was steady and peaceful, and Klein arrived at one of the three subway stations in the Jorwood district after more than 20 minutes.

After riding in a taxi for another ten minutes, he finally found Minsk Street. According to the description in the newspaper, he came to No. 17 next to No. 15 and rang the doorbell.

Cuckoo! Cuckoo!

With the reverberation of the bell in the house, an unattractive mechanical bird popped out of the door. It was only the size of a palm and made of gears and other parts. It kept nodding its head and made a sound like a cuckoo.

It's a pretty good toy, but the workmanship is a bit rough... Klein made a pertinent comment.

Ten seconds later, the dark door was opened, and a young woman in a black and white maid skirt looked at Klein warily and said, "May I ask what you want?"

Klein smiled and raised the newspaper wrapped around the head of the cane and said, "I'm here to find Mrs. Summer to rent out the house. It should not be rented out yet, right?"

The full name given in the newspaper was Starling Summer.

"No. Wait a moment." The maid bowed politely.

She hurried in and informed the hostess, and after a while, she came out again, led Klein into the room, and helped him put his stick and suitcase in the hallway, and hung his coat and top hat on the coat rack in the same place superior.

Warm air waves hit head-on, dispelling the coldness that Klein brought in. He swept his eyes and saw the fireplace with a unique structure first, saw the red pieces inside, and saw the burning smokeless charcoal.

The living room of the Summer house is quite large, almost equal to the entire first floor of the Moretti house. In some places, there are decorative carpets and landscape oil paintings.

The maid brought Klein to the sand area, and said to the hostess in a pale yellow dress, "Madam, the guests are here."

The hostess is about thirty years old, with golden blue eyes, beautiful appearance and well-maintained, holding a palace feather fan inlaid with silver in her hand.

Because she was in her own home, and because the fireplace created a warm environment, she didn't wear high-necked clothes, her chest was white and greasy, and her neck was long and smooth.

"Hello, Mrs. Summer." Klein saluted with his hands on his chest.

Mrs. Summer said with a reserved smile: "Good evening, please sit down, would you like coffee or black tea?"

Klein sat down on Changsha and replied frankly, "Black tea, thank you."

"Julian, Marquess Black Tea." Mrs. Summer ordered the maid, and turned her eyes slightly, "What should I call you?"

"Sherlock Moriarty, you can just call me Sherlock." Klein had long thought of a pseudonym.

At this time, he smelled the fragrance from the kitchen and saw the complicated pipelines there.

"Hehe, this is my husband's design. Although his job is the manager of Coim Company, he is a mechanical enthusiast and a member of the Kingdom Soot Emission Reduction Association." Mrs. Summer noticed With a smile in his eyes, Klein explained.

Ma'am, you don't need to introduce it in such detail. I'm not here to go on a blind date with your husband... Klein complained, and said with a smile on his face, "Madam, I hope to rent the house on No. 15."

Mrs. Summer sat with her back straight and smiled gracefully: "Then I must warn you about something in advance. The house at No. 15 has no such plumbing, no such easy chair, no card table, and no mahogany foundation. no good china plates, no silver cutlery, no gilt tea sets, no removable rugs..."

She pointed to the things in her house, introduced them one by one, and finally added: "It originally belonged to my sister and brother-in-law, but my brother-in-law's business failed, so he had to move to the southern continent. They still have a Plantation, but I don't approve of their choice, it's not fair to my poor nephew and niece, there's no good grammar school, not even a good governess." JrNovels.com