"Go, bathroom..." Yatru replied in a low and erratic voice.

His face seemed paler, his lips more purple.

Just as Stuart was about to speak, he saw Sherlock Moriarty standing up, nodding to himself and saying, "I'll follow him."

"Okay." Stuart secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

With his hands in his pockets, Klein walked one step behind Yatru, and followed him to the bathroom door two rooms away.

Just as Yatru was about to close the door, he suddenly saw a figure flash in.

"I can't let you out of my sight. Heh, just do what you have to do, as if I don't exist." Klein leaned against the corner with a smile.

Yatru remained silent, his eyes glanced unfocused, and he looked at the bathroom mirror.

He turned on the faucet and let the water flow down.

At this time, Klein took out a box of matches and lit one quickly, as if he wanted to smoke.

However, he didn't do that, and took a light breath to turn the match into an extinguished state.

Snapped!

Klein casually threw the match in front of him and took out another item.

Yatru, who was facing away from him, suddenly straightened his posture, and the figure in the mirror was as pale as a dead body.

Woo! In the bathroom, the wind was howling. Yatru didn't move his waist or legs, and turned around just like that, staring fixedly at Klein's left hand, and at the delicate copper whistle that was constantly being thrown up and caught.

Woo!

A gust of cold wind suddenly blew towards Klein's face.

He smiled unchanged and snapped his fingers.

Suddenly, a flame rose from the ground, igniting the invisible figure.

The figure just struggled twice before completely dissipating, and the flame went out.

Klein put away the Azik copper whistle in his hand, and calmly looked at Yatru, whose eyes gradually became more focused.

Yatru seemed to have had a long nightmare, and finally woke up at this time.

He dazedly saw a young man wearing a white shirt, dark trousers and gold-rimmed glasses standing a few steps away, and saw him leaning against the wall, smiling.

Then, he heard a gentle voice: "What happened to you?"

"What exactly happened?"

Yatru muttered this question in a low voice, but couldn't recall what he had done in the past few days.

He looked around like sleepwalking, and asked in fear, panic, and confusion: "Who are you?"

"This is where?"

"This is your bathroom, don't you recognize it? I'm the private investigator in charge of protecting you." Klein looked at the big boy opposite who hadn't figured out the situation, and said with a low smile.

"My family...the detective protecting me...what happened..." Yatru looked around in astonishment and murmured to himself. JrNovels.com