Her temples were completely white, but her blue eyes were quite lively. At this time, she was looking at the young man next to her, beckoning him to pull the doorbell again.

The young man was in his twenties, with eyes similar to those of an old lady. In the increasingly cold weather, he was wearing a black double-breasted frock coat popular among the gentlemen in Backlund, and a half-height silk top hat. Wearing a bow tie like attending a banquet, it seems that at any time and in any scene, he will not relax his requirements on himself.

With the help of "Joker"'s premonition ability, before the bell rang again, Klein turned the handle, opened the door, and greeted with a smile: "Good morning, ma'am, sir, today is a good day, so far, I have seen Five minutes of sun."

He talked about the weather in a slightly exaggerated way, which was a topic of conversation that had been popular in Backlund for hundreds of years.

"Yes, it usually hides shyly behind the fog and clouds, and has been refusing to come out." The old lady nodded in agreement.

And the young man asked, "Are you Detective Sherlock Moriarty?"

"Yes, what do you need to entrust? Sorry, please come in, let's talk on the sofa." Klein turned his body sideways, moved out of the way, and pointed to the reception area.

"No, no need." The old lady said in a sharp voice, "I don't want to waste any time, my poor Brody is still waiting for me to rescue him!"

"It?" Klein noticed the most important pronoun, and suddenly had a bad feeling.

The very formally dressed young man nodded affirmatively and said: "Brody is a cat raised by my grandma, Ms. Doris. It got lost last night. I hope you can help us find it. We live on this street. I am willing to pay 5 soli for this, of course, if you can finally prove that you have spent more time and energy than this, I will compensate you additionally."

Looking for a cat? The reason why he entrusted me is because it is on the same street, which is very convenient... Klein feels that this is not the detective career he imagined.

This makes me look like a clown... Well, the first business you open can't be rejected, this is from a fortuneteller's point of view... He pondered for a few seconds and said, "Can you describe it in detail?"

The old lady Doris said before the young man could speak: "Brody is a lovely, lively black cat. He is very healthy, has a pair of beautiful green eyes, and likes to eat cooked chicken breasts, Goddess." Ah, it just went away like that last night, no, it must have lost its way, I put a lot of chicken breasts in its bowl, and it doesn't want to come back to take another look."

�The corner of Klein's mouth turned up, "I'm very satisfied with your description, Mrs. Doris."

"I accept this commission, okay, go to your home now, I need to find clues,

When traces are found, you should be very clear that the core of reasoning lies in details. "

Mrs. Doris didn't ask her grandson's opinion, she nodded immediately and said: "You are the most effective detective I have ever seen, deal!"

Klein put on his coat and hat, picked up his cane, and followed Ms. Doris and her grandson to the street.

Unlike Tingen, the roads in many areas of Backlund have been rebuilt with cement or asphalt, and even if it encounters rainy weather, it will not be so muddy.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of the old lady walking ahead to lead the way, his grandson moved closer to Klein and said in a low voice, "I hope you can do your best to find Brody."

"It's been one of the pillars of my grandma's life since my grandpa and my parents passed away."

"After Brody disappeared, my grandma had mental problems and even had auditory hallucinations. She always told me that she heard poor Brody screaming."

Klein nodded solemnly and said, "I will try my best. By the way, I still don't know how to address you?"

"Jurgen, Jurgen Cooper, a senior solicitor." The young man replied. .

Soon, they came to No. 58 Minsk Street and entered the gray-toned house.

"This is Brody's bowl. This is his favorite box. He always sleeps in it." Doris' wrinkled face was full of worries and expectations.

Klein squatted down and found several black cat hairs from the box.

He straightened up, holding the silver-encrusted cane with the hand that was pinching the cat's fur.

Klein's eyes darkened, he pretended to look around, and silently recited the divination sentences.

His hand quietly left the head of the cane but not completely, so that neither Jurgen nor Doris could notice the fact that the cane was standing on its own. JrNovels.com