Immediately afterwards, the black silver-encrusted cane tilted sideways and forward, and the falling speed was very slow and the amplitude was very small.

Klein held the staff head again, looked in that direction, and observed it carefully for more than ten seconds.

Then, he took a step, walked over, and came to an old cabinet.

"Have you noticed any signs of Brody leaving?" Jurgen asked with concern, and the old lady Doris was also waiting for an answer.

Klein didn't answer, squatted down, and opened the door at the bottom of the cabinet.

Woohoo!

A black cat jumped out of it, its tail raised high, and it ran towards its bowl.

"Brody... when did you get into the cupboard? How did you get locked in the cupboard?" Mrs. Doris shouted in surprise and confusion.

Jurgen turned his head in amazement, and glanced at Klein: "How do you know it's in the cupboard?"

Klein smiled, and replied in a low voice: "This is reasoning."

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Klein, who had gained the friendship of Mrs. Doris and Lawyer Jurgen, and was paid 5 soli, returned to No. 15 Minsk Street, where he rented, in the dark weather.

Before he got close, he saw a figure hovering at his door.

Have a new business? Klein stared and saw that the visitor was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy wearing an old overcoat that did not suit his age and a round hat.

he? Klein instantly recognized the other party as the big boy he met on the steam subway the day he first came to Backlund who was being chased.

The maturity and calmness he showed at that time left a deep impression on Klein.

Will there be something entrusted... With a mutter, Klein walked over and said with a smile, "Excuse me, are you here to find me?"

The big boy was taken aback and turned around hastily, with the fear that could not be concealed in his bright red eyes.

He collected himself and said hesitantly, "Are you Detective Sherlock Moriarty?"

"Yes." Klein looked around, "What's the matter, let's go in and talk about it."

"Okay." The big boy didn't refuse.

After entering the house, Klein didn't take off his coat, but just took off his hat and put away his cane.

He led the big boy to the reception area, pointed to the long sofa and said, "Please sit down, what should I call you? What do you want to entrust?"

"You can call me Ian." The big boy looked around and was silent for a few seconds before saying, "I was hired by another detective, Mr. Zariel Victor Li, to help him collect some news and intelligence .�

Klein sat down, clasped his hands and said, "Your commission is related to your former employer?"

"Yeah." Ian nodded solemnly, "A few days ago, I suddenly found that I was being followed by people with malicious intentions, so I thought of a way to get rid of them, uh... I think Mr. Moriarty, you should have witnessed After seeing this scene, as soon as I saw you, I recognized you as the gentleman who looked at me several times on the subway that day."

...This observation ability is not much worse than that of "spectators"... Could it be that they are born with a special type? Or is it Extraordinary? Klein turned on his Spirit Vision and glanced at Ian, but found nothing strange.

He nodded, and replied frankly: "I am impressed by your response."

Ian didn't bother with this matter, and continued: "I suspected that what happened to me had something to do with Mr. Zuriel, so I went to visit him at his residence and found that it seemed normal there, but many hidden small organs that hinted that someone had sneaked in were blocked. Touched."

"Since that day, I have never seen Mr. Zuriel again. I suspect that something happened to him." JrNovels.com