"I tried to call the police, but he had not been missing for the required number of days. I tried to ask other detectives I knew for help, but they all turned me down. The reason was that they had just met Mr. Zuriel at a party of colleagues. superior."

"This surprised me very much, because I contacted Mr. Zuriel through the agreed method but did not get any response."

"I still stick to my judgment and plan to ask for help from a detective that Mr. Zuriel doesn't know. Well, in this way, I don't know anyone. I don't know who to turn to. I can only find out through the newspapers, so I found you, Sherlock Mr. Moriarty."

After listening carefully, Klein asked back, "So, you suspect that the Zreal that the detectives saw was someone else's disguise?"

Holding his brown bowler hat, Ian replied thoughtfully: "This is a possibility, but I think it's too difficult, so high that you need to bear great risks. The party is at night, and the lights really It�s not bright, but most of the people who can participate are detectives, detectives with keen observation skills, it�s hard to hide them from their eyes only with fakes, beards, cosmetics, etc.�

Maybe some kind of extraordinary ability can do it... Just like what "Squirming Hunger" has... Klein's question just now has a small trap. I want to learn from the content of the big boy Ian's answer, the expression on his face and his body. Using the language to judge whether he has contacted Extraordinary people and whether he has a certain understanding of the mysterious field.

The preliminary answer is no.

Seeing Detective Moriarty nodding slightly, Ian agreed with his reasoning, so he continued: "I believe that what those detectives saw was Mr. Zuriel, but he is not free, he is under the strict control of others, and cannot Sending a message for help, the reason why he didn't respond to my contact is to make me alert and let me find someone to help rescue him."

"A reasonable explanation." Klein let go of his clasped hands and sat back a little, making himself look more relaxed and more confident.

Ian was silent for more than ten seconds, and said solemnly: "I want to entrust you to investigate Mr. Zuriel and confirm his current situation. You just need to confirm."

Considering that the other party is a semi-professional who collects intelligence and news for the detective, Klein wanted to make friends and said with a smile: "Then how much do you plan to pay? You should be very clear that this matter may be very dangerous."

Ian secretly looked down at the pocket of his old coat, and said after deliberation: "There are two ways, one is that I will give you enough reward directly, a reward that satisfies you, and then no matter whether the task is easy or difficult , it�s all the same amount, unless you have suffered a relatively serious injury.�

"Secondly, I will pay 5 pounds in advance, and after you complete the commission, I will add additional fees depending on the difficulty of the matter, but this will easily cause disputes, even if there is a contract."

Klein pretended to be thinking, and after nearly thirty seconds, he said in a low voice, "Maybe it's okay? You pay 5 pounds in advance, and after the task is over, you can do three things for me. Don't worry, it won't be difficult." Everything is within your ability, and it will not make you feel too embarrassed, which can be agreed in the contract."

Ian frowned, then stood up immediately, leaned forward, stretched out his right hand and said, "Okay!"

Klein shook hands with him, took out a standard contract that he had prepared long ago from the coffee table, picked up a round-bellied pen, added all the details discussed just now, and pressed his fingerprints for confirmation.

After signing the contract, he gave the big boy Ian a stack of blank paper and watched him write information about Detective Zreal.

After a while, while flipping through the materials, he casually asked, "If there is an emergency, or if I have confirmed Zreal's condition, how should I contact you?"

Ian pursed his lips and didn't speak for a long time. It wasn't until Klein looked up that he replied stiffly: "You don't need to contact me, I will show up when the time is right."

Without further words, he took out a stack of thick banknotes from the pocket of the old coat. They seemed to be stacked in strict order of denomination from largest to smallest, very neat.

Ian first took out 3 1-pound banknotes from the bottom, then counted 6 5-soli banknotes, and finally 10 1-soli banknotes.

Seeing that the banknotes were neatly arranged by the other party, and even the portraits of several kings had to face upwards without any mistakes, Klein suddenly felt a little annoyed.

This is the late stage of obsessive-compulsive disorder... He breathed out silently, and accepted the reward pushed by the other party.

According to his visual estimation, Ian's remaining cash will not exceed 3 pounds.

I guess I brought all my savings with me... If I asked for more rewards just now,

Will he run away in the end? He doesn't look like that kind of person, but people can't be judged by their appearance... Klein casually folded the banknotes and stuffed them into his pocket, not caring whether they were neat or not, so he managed to see Ian's expression slightly distorted .

"I will try to complete the investigation as soon as possible." Klein stood up and stretched out his hand, as if to see off the guests.

"Thank you for your help." Ian sincerely thanked him, because the other party gave him a "discounted price".

Watching the big boy who was much more mature than his real age leave, Klein touched his chin, and said silently to himself thoughtfully: "The water of this matter is very deep."

"Ian never mentioned from the beginning to the end what Detective Zreal is investigating recently, and what kind of information he was ordered to collect..." JrNovels.com