Chapter: 727
boom!
A gunshot was heard suddenly, and Stuart rolled forward without thinking, while Kaslana and Lydia quickly left the sofa and each found a place to hide.
Logo and the servants beside him were surprised and bewildered, not understanding what happened, Yatru still lowered his head, trembling.
After seeing clearly that Klein was only holding a black cane in his hand and realizing that nothing happened, Kaslana and the others regained their composure, and asked with a frown, "What happened just now?"
"Ever since I picked up a pistol and handed it in, I've been learning the technique of simulating sound, and it seems to work pretty well." Klein replied half-jokingly.
"This is not an interesting thing, Detective Moriarty." Kaslana said in a deep voice.
I just want to show you a magic trick... Klein complained, handed the cane to the maid, and nodded solemnly: "I will pay attention."
Stuart, who was the most embarrassed just now, didn't show any anger. He patted his clothes with great interest, got up and asked, "Mr. Moriarty, why haven't I heard of you? I mean, I'm a detective I know a lot of people in this business, but I didn't know you before."
"I only arrived in Backlund in early September." Klein briefly explained.
"That's it..." Stuart laughed, "Tonight we will be in a team of two, and we will be in charge from early morning to tomorrow morning, is it okay?"
"No." Klein responded with the same smile.
"Okay, after dinner, you all go to rest, and then take turns in the early morning." Kaslana added next to her.
Klein took a deep look at Yatru, who was buried in the trembling head, and nodded seriously.
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Nothing happened all afternoon, and the worried hostess and hostess prepared a sumptuous dinner, but no alcoholic beverages, for Mr. Detective and the security staff.
After eating and drinking enough, Klein and Stuart, a young man with beards on his face, walked to their guest room on the second floor.
Seeing that there was no one around, Stuart shook his head and said, "Sherlock, you should have seen that the problem with Yatru is not that someone wants to take revenge on him."
Brother, you are very familiar... Klein asked back without changing his expression, "How do you say?"
"He looks like he has a mental problem, or, or, according to the country, he is haunted by ghosts and evil spirits. Frankly speaking, I am very afraid of this." Stuart sighed, "Caroman Mister should take him to see a psychiatrist, and if it doesn�t work, find the priests of the Lord of Storms and ask them to sprinkle holy water and perform rituals!�
"You can make this suggestion to him," Klein said pertinently.
"In two days, if Yatru doesn't get better, I will think about it." Stuart glanced sideways at Klein.
Klein smiled and said, "This is your business, I will end the commission tomorrow."
At this time, the two arrived at their destination and entered their own rooms respectively.
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At 1 o'clock in the morning, in Yatru's bedroom.
Klein was sitting on the rocking chair, holding Azik's copper whistle, quietly watching the protected person, while Stuart was drinking coffee at the desk.
The two of them didn't speak for fear of waking Adol who had finally fallen asleep.
Time passed by every minute and every second, and suddenly there was a gloomy and cold feeling in the room.
Yatrujo sat up and opened his eyes.
"What's wrong?" Stuart asked a little nervously. JrNovels.com
A gunshot was heard suddenly, and Stuart rolled forward without thinking, while Kaslana and Lydia quickly left the sofa and each found a place to hide.
Logo and the servants beside him were surprised and bewildered, not understanding what happened, Yatru still lowered his head, trembling.
After seeing clearly that Klein was only holding a black cane in his hand and realizing that nothing happened, Kaslana and the others regained their composure, and asked with a frown, "What happened just now?"
"Ever since I picked up a pistol and handed it in, I've been learning the technique of simulating sound, and it seems to work pretty well." Klein replied half-jokingly.
"This is not an interesting thing, Detective Moriarty." Kaslana said in a deep voice.
I just want to show you a magic trick... Klein complained, handed the cane to the maid, and nodded solemnly: "I will pay attention."
Stuart, who was the most embarrassed just now, didn't show any anger. He patted his clothes with great interest, got up and asked, "Mr. Moriarty, why haven't I heard of you? I mean, I'm a detective I know a lot of people in this business, but I didn't know you before."
"I only arrived in Backlund in early September." Klein briefly explained.
"That's it..." Stuart laughed, "Tonight we will be in a team of two, and we will be in charge from early morning to tomorrow morning, is it okay?"
"No." Klein responded with the same smile.
"Okay, after dinner, you all go to rest, and then take turns in the early morning." Kaslana added next to her.
Klein took a deep look at Yatru, who was buried in the trembling head, and nodded seriously.
����
Nothing happened all afternoon, and the worried hostess and hostess prepared a sumptuous dinner, but no alcoholic beverages, for Mr. Detective and the security staff.
After eating and drinking enough, Klein and Stuart, a young man with beards on his face, walked to their guest room on the second floor.
Seeing that there was no one around, Stuart shook his head and said, "Sherlock, you should have seen that the problem with Yatru is not that someone wants to take revenge on him."
Brother, you are very familiar... Klein asked back without changing his expression, "How do you say?"
"He looks like he has a mental problem, or, or, according to the country, he is haunted by ghosts and evil spirits. Frankly speaking, I am very afraid of this." Stuart sighed, "Caroman Mister should take him to see a psychiatrist, and if it doesn�t work, find the priests of the Lord of Storms and ask them to sprinkle holy water and perform rituals!�
"You can make this suggestion to him," Klein said pertinently.
"In two days, if Yatru doesn't get better, I will think about it." Stuart glanced sideways at Klein.
Klein smiled and said, "This is your business, I will end the commission tomorrow."
At this time, the two arrived at their destination and entered their own rooms respectively.
����
At 1 o'clock in the morning, in Yatru's bedroom.
Klein was sitting on the rocking chair, holding Azik's copper whistle, quietly watching the protected person, while Stuart was drinking coffee at the desk.
The two of them didn't speak for fear of waking Adol who had finally fallen asleep.
Time passed by every minute and every second, and suddenly there was a gloomy and cold feeling in the room.
Yatrujo sat up and opened his eyes.
"What's wrong?" Stuart asked a little nervously. JrNovels.com
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