"Consignment? The advertisement I published should be discontinued soon..." Klein, wearing a shirt with a straight neckline and a thin and warm sweater, came to the door and held the handle.

At the same time, the image of the visitor naturally appeared in his mind:

It was a man who was nearly forty years old, his body was quite obese, and it seemed quite strenuous to stand there.

His eyes were squeezed very small by the flesh on his face, his skin was rough but fair, he was holding a gentleman's cane in his hand, and he was wearing a very tall, very large top hat on his head.

Although Backlund in October was already considered cold, sweat was obviously slipping from this man's forehead.

Beside him were two attendants in bright red coats, supporting him from left to right.

I don't know... Klein muttered, and opened the door when his own inspiration didn't respond.

"Good afternoon, the weather is really hot." The obese middle-aged man took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

While he was speaking, a gust of cold wind blew past, making the two waiters beside him tremble a few times.

"Good afternoon, what can I do?" Klein asked politely.

"Are you Detective Sherlock Moriarty? I have something I want to entrust." The middle-aged man forced a smile, "I forgot to introduce myself. I am Logo Carloman, a jeweler."

"Please come in." Klein smiled and moved out of the way.

Logo Carloman entered with heavy steps, and sat down on the sofa, making the old furniture groan in resistance.

"What exactly is it?" Klein took out a copper penny and skillfully rolled and twirled it at his fingertips.

Luo Ge sighed: "I want you to protect my child until tomorrow afternoon, he has provoked some crazy people."

"Until tomorrow afternoon? Have you found a solution? Why didn't you call the police?" Klein asked neither too fast nor too slow.

Logo was silent for two seconds and said: "Yatru met a few bad friends and was led by them to do some bad things. Well, it's not too serious, but the kind that will go to prison, isn't it true? Otherwise, I don't want to call the police."

"He had a falling out with those bad friends recently, and his whole body suddenly collapsed, and he kept yelling that those people were coming to kill him."

"I was very worried, so I asked a security company to hire six senior security personnel to guard the perimeter, and then hired four private detectives to take turns following Yatru, even while sleeping."

"But one of the detectives suddenly had an accident at home, and he would not be able to return until tomorrow afternoon, so I had to hire another one temporarily."

"Sorry, I can only hire you for one day."

"Well... the reward is 10 pounds. If I encounter danger, I will add more. It will definitely satisfy you."

That's it... 10 pounds a day is equivalent to more than a week's salary of Mr. Summer next door... Klein preliminarily confirmed from the other party's emotional color that he was not lying.

During the brief silence in the living room, the copper penny that was constantly flipping between his fingers jumped up suddenly, and landed in his palm again with a clang.

Klein glanced at it, bent his fingers, and said with a slight smile, "Deal."

West End, Green Park Street.

Klein, who already had a lighter beard around his mouth, wore gold-rimmed glasses, held a half top hat and a black cane, and followed Logo Carloman into the spacious and bright living room.

A huge crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling here, and all kinds of golden reliefs and ornaments are decorated on the walls, corners, and tabletops, making the overall look gorgeous, exquisite, and luxurious.

"As expected of a jeweler, a jeweler who lives in the West End..." Klein glanced at the several oil paintings next to him, and secretly sighed.

Every time Luo Ge took a step, the fat on his body would shake, making people always maliciously guess when his clothes and pants would burst. JrNovels.com