But obviously, as a jeweler, he had enough money to buy the best quality clothes.

"Detective Moriarty, this is my child Yatru." Logo stopped at the edge of the carpet, pointing to the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy sitting on the single sofa.

Because every fireplace in the house has been lit, and there are metal pipes to transmit the heat, the living room is quite warm, making Klein want to take off only a shirt and a pair of trousers, but the boy is wrapped He was wearing a thick fur coat, and a blanket that looked very hot was covered on his legs.

At this moment, he was lowering his head, hugging himself tightly, trembling constantly, and his dark blue hair seemed to have lost its luster.

Logo glanced worriedly, and shouted in a low voice: "Yatru, this is Detective Moriarty who is in charge of protecting you today and tomorrow."

Hearing these words, Adol raised his head, revealing a pale face, blue lips, and unfocused eyes.

"Protect me, protect me... They're going to kill me! They're going to kill me!" His voice became more and more high-pitched, and at the end, he covered his ears with both hands and shouted loudly.

After several seconds, he gradually calmed down.

During this process, Klein tapped his teeth and quietly activated his spirit vision.

Eh...he held back the surprise that came to his lips, and took another careful look.

He saw that the color of Yatru's aura was dyed with a dark black and green luster!

This is a symptom of being haunted by resentful ghosts, or even possessed!

Yatru's bad friends are already taking revenge on him... Or, there are no so-called bad friends at all. He encountered a resentful soul and had hallucinations... Klein quietly reached out, grabbed Mr. Azik's copper whistle, and Spirituality spread out, and then, he looked away thoughtfully and looked at the other people in the living room.

Near the oriel window, stood a man in a black coat. He was tall, tall, serious, with a bulging waist, and seemed to be hiding a pistol.

This should be one of the six security personnel... Just as Klein was about to look at the other person, Logo Carloman introduced, "Detective Kaslana, her assistant Lydia."

"Detective Stuart."

Having said that, Logo half turned around, pointed at Klein and said, "This is Detective Sherlock Moriarty."

Kaslana, in her thirties, has black hair, blue eyes, and bushy eyebrows. She seemed to be a good beauty when she was young, but now she doesn't look easy to get along with because of the slightly sagging cheek muscles.

Her assistant, Lydia, is a red-haired lady in her twenties, with a very good figure, but rather ordinary looks.

The two ladies were both wearing clothes similar to noble riders' uniforms. They had waist-tight white shirts and trousers that were more fitted and easy to move around. The only difference from men was the pleated shape at the collar of the collars.

In addition, they undisguisedly pinned two revolvers to their waists.

This reminded Klein of what Lawyer Jurgen said, that for private investigators, illegal possession of guns is a problem that can be identified at a glance-the difficulty of obtaining all types of weapon use certificates is not aristocrats, not parliamentarians, Not a senior government employee, it's hard to get it down.

Sitting opposite Kaslana and Lydia, Stuart had a thin face but a large beard, and his pair of light green eyes were extremely energetic.

He should be about the same age as Lydia, and his height is close to Klein's. He is just over 1.7 meters tall and weighs 140 pounds.

Stuart had an underarm pouch containing what was apparently a custom-made revolver.

After greeting each other reservedly, Klein took off his coat and hat, and handed them to the maid next to him, "Put them where I can get them quickly. There are some important items inside."

In fact, he had already transferred paper figurines, sticky notes, charms, matchboxes, etc. into his trouser pockets, and in his coat were only herbal powder, hydrosol essence, wallet keys, and the 206 pound notes in the wallet.

Sitting there, Stuart looked sideways at Klein a few times, and said with a chuckle, "You didn't bring a gun?"

"Gun? This is my gun." Klein smiled and raised his cane.

At the same time, he puffed up his cheeks and simulated pronunciation. JrNovels.com