On Tuesday morning, Klein, who woke up naturally after sleeping, prepared two slices of toast, a piece of butter, a piece of bacon, and a cup of coffee for himself, and read the newspaper leisurely while having breakfast.

With the terrible charm of "Foul Words", he was relieved a lot, and he was no longer as tense as before.

Wow, Klein finished flipping through the "Becklund Post", picked up the "Tasoke News", and saw a piece of news on the second page: "At two o'clock in the morning today, a fierce gun battle took place in Red Brick Lane in the East District. According to the police According to the report, this may involve a conflict between two gangsters, one of which is the notorious Zmanger party."

The Zmanger Party...Red Brick Lane in the Eastern District...Klein suddenly had an idea, left the dining table, and found Backlund's map.

He just glanced at it, and found that Red Brick Lane was not far from White Rum Street, and Ian Wright used to haunt the telegraph office on White Rum Street.

Red Brick Lane is where Ian Wright hides? Is it the military special department and the intelligence personnel of Intis that are in fierce conflict? I don't know what the result will be... Klein forked the last piece of bacon, put it in his mouth, and chewed it slowly.

He only "informed" the two parties about the divination situation yesterday morning, and they locked Ian's position that night, which is not inefficient.

After taking a sip of coffee, Klein put down the newspaper and fell into deep thought.

Suddenly, he heard the doorbell jingling, echoing continuously.

"Who?" Klein wiped his mouth with a napkin, and walked towards the door suspiciously.

Is it a new commission? I have been running around for the past few days because of Ambassador Intis. I don�t know how many commissions I have missed, how many potential customers I have lost... It�s a waste of my advertising money... If this continues, my financial situation will be stretched. Already... Klein thought of a lot at once, and opened the door with his hand.

There were two ladies standing outside. One was Mrs. Somer, who was quite formal in her morning gown. Her face was painted with exquisite makeup, and she was more beautiful than at home. She couldn't tell that she was about thirty. She wears a wide-brimmed hat of fine checkered black gauze, and the dress is darker and more fluffy.

"Detective Moriarty, I have friends who want your help." Starling Summer held the gauze cap in her hand, and there was no smile in her blue eyes.

"Please come in." Klein pointed to the living room area. Taking the opportunity of turning around, he fastened the top button of his shirt and straightened his black vest.

Starling nodded slightly, without speaking again, and led the lady covered in black veil into the room.

She was very familiar with this place, and without Klein's reminder, she easily found the sofa and sat down.

Klein was about to ask the question immediately, but after thinking about Starling Summer's style, he asked with a smile, "Coffee, or black tea?"

In his eyes, Mrs. Summer is a lady who pursues the quality of life and wants to show a sense of superiority in every way.

"No need." The other woman took off her wide-brimmed black muslin hat.

Her facial features look good alone, but the combination is disappointing. In addition, her cheekbones are too high, and her appearance looks much older than her actual age.

A little anger, a little sadness, a little hesitation, a little fear... Klein read the lady's emotions.

It's not that he suddenly possesses the audience's ability, but that the other party's performance is too obvious.

"Yes, neither coffee nor black tea can solve the problem." Starling imitated the posture in the magazine, trying to make herself sit more gracefully, "This is Mrs. Mary Gale, she is Shareholders of the Coim Corporation."

"Mrs. Gail, what do you want to entrust?" Klein sat on the single sofa, leaning forward slightly, with his arms resting on his lap.

"Don't call me Mrs. Gale, just call me Mary." Mary Gale pursed her lips and said, "I hope you can track down my husband to see if he has a mistress, and it's best to get real evidence. "

Because of the active promotion of the Evernight Goddess Church for many years, the Loen Kingdom is more radical in marriage laws than Fusac, Intis, Lunburg and other countries, stipulating that those who betray their marriage must pay a monetary price for it, that is In other words, property division will be at an absolute disadvantage.

I heard that for other private investigators, at least four out of ten commissions were to investigate extramarital affairs... I didn't expect that I would also meet them... Klein thought about it and said, "It's not easy to obtain substantive evidence."

"I will lend you a newest portable camera first." Mary replied without hesitation, "As long as you can get the evidence, I will pay you 10 pounds. If it is just to confirm whether there is a mistress, Then you can only get pounds."

Do you mean the so-called portable camera that is two-thirds the size of my head? 10 pounds, this price is not low... Klein has been paying attention to starting a business recently, and he also knows something about the latest cameras.

He hesitated for two seconds and said, "Okay." JrNovels.com