West End, Green Park Street.

Crane, who already had a lighter beard around his mouth, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, a top hat and a black cane, followed Loggo Carroman into the spacious, bright living room.

A huge crystal lamp hangs from the ceiling, and the walls, corners, and desktops are decorated with various golden reliefs and ornaments, making the whole look gorgeous, exquisite, and extravagant.

"Worthy of a jewelry merchant, a jewelry merchant who lives in the West End......" Crane sighed to himself as he swept through a few oil paintings next to him.

With every step Logo, the fat on his body shakes, making people maliciously guess when his clothes and pants will be torn.

But it was clear that as a jewelry merchant, he had enough money to buy the best quality clothes.

"Detective Moriarty, this is my child Atru. Loggo stopped on the edge of the carpet and pointed to the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy sitting on the single couch.

Because every fireplace in the house had been lit, and there were metal pipes to carry the heat, the living room was so warm that Klein wanted to take off only a shirt and a pair of trousers, but the boy was wrapped in a thick fur coat and covered his legs with a blanket that looked hot.

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

Logo glanced apprehensively and cried out in a low voice:

"Atru, this is Detective Moriarty, who is in charge of protecting you today and tomorrow. ”

Hearing this, Atru 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 grew sharper and louder, until at last he covered his ears with his hands and screamed loudly.

It took a few seconds for him to calm down.

And in the process, Klein has tapped his teeth and quietly turned on his vision.

Hey...... He couldn't resist the surprise that popped to his lips, and looked at it carefully.

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

This is a sign that there are resentful spirits haunted by ghosts, and even possessed!

Atru's bad friends are already taking revenge on him...... Or, there is no such thing as a bad friend at all, and he has met a resentful spirit and hallucinated...... Crane quietly reached out and grabbed Mr. Azik's bronze whistle and spread spirituality, then he looked thoughtfully away at the others in the living room.

Near the convex belly window, stood a man in a black coat, tall and unsmiling, with a bulging waist that seemed to hide a pistol.

This is supposed to be one of the six security personnel...... Klein was just about to look at the other people when Loggo Carroman introduced:

"Detective Kaslana, her assistant Lydia. ”

"Detective Stuart. ”

Speaking of this, Loggo half-turned his body and pointed at Klein and said:

"This is Detective Sherlock Moriarty. ”

Kaslana, in her thirties, with black hair and blue eyes, and thick eyebrows, seemed to be a nice beauty when she was younger, but now she doesn't look easy to get along with because of problems such as slightly sagging cheek muscles.

Her assistant Lydia is a red-haired lady, in her twenties, with an excellent figure and a rather average appearance.

Both ladies wore clothes similar to those of aristocratic riders, with white shirts with waists and more form-fitting trousers, with only pleated shapes on the collar to distinguish them from men.

In addition, they unabashedly pinned the two revolvers around their waists.

This reminds Klein of a quote from lawyer Jürgen, that is, for private investigators, illegal gun possession is a matter of immediate detection - it is difficult to obtain a license for the use of all types of weapons, and it is difficult to apply for it without being a nobleman, not a congressman, not a senior government employee.

Stuart sat across from Caslana and Lydia, his fleshless face but a large beard, and his light green eyes unusually bright.

He should be about the same age as Lydia, and his height is close to that of Klein, with a height of 1.7 meters and a weight of 140 pounds.

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

After greeting each other reservedly, Klein took off his coat, took off his hat, handed it to the maid next to him, and said:

"Placed where I could get to it quickly, there were some important items in it. ”

In fact, he had already transferred the paper figures, sticky notes, charms, matchboxes, etc. to his trouser pocket, and all he had in his coat was herbal powder, hydrosol essence and wallet keys, as well as the 206 pound bill in his wallet.

Stuart sat there, glanced sideways at Klein, and smiled:

"You didn't have a gun?"

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

At the same time, he puffed out his cheeks and simulated his pronunciation.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out, and Stuart rolled down without thinking, while Kaslana and Lydia quickly left the couch and found a place to hide.

Logo and the servant beside him were surprised and dazed, not understanding what was happening, and Atru still kept his head down and shivered.

After seeing clearly that Klein was only holding a black cane in his hand and understanding that nothing had happened, Kaslana and the others regained their composure, and at the same time frowned and asked:

"What just happened?"

"Ever since I picked up a pistol and turned it in, I've been learning the art of simulating vocalizations, and it seems to be working pretty well. Crane replied half-jokingly.

"It's not a fun thing to do, Detective Moriarty. Kaslana said in a deep voice.

I just wanted to show you a magic trick...... Klein complained, handed the cane to the maid, and nodded solemnly:

"I'll take notice. ”

Stuart, who was the most embarrassed just now, didn't show any anger, patted his clothes with interest, got up and asked:

"Mr. Moriarty, why haven't I heard of you? I mean, I know a lot of people in the detective business, but I didn't know you before. ”

"I only arrived in Beckland at the beginning of September. Klein explained briefly.

"Well...... Stuart laughed, "we'll work in groups of two tonight, and we'll be in charge of the early morning until tomorrow morning, no problem, right?"

"Nope. Klein responded with the same smile.

"Okay, when you're done dinner, you'll go rest, and then take turns in the early morning. Kaslana added on the side.

Crane glanced deeply at the trembling Atru, and nodded earnestly.

............

Nothing happened throughout the afternoon, and the worried hosts prepared a sumptuous dinner for Mr. Detective and the security guards, but no alcoholic beverages.

After eating and drinking, Crane and Stuart, a young man with a beard on his face, walked to their second-floor guest room.

Seeing that there was no one around, Stuart shook his head and said:

"Sherlock, you should have seen it, Atru's problem is not that someone wants to take revenge on him. ”

Brother, you're very familiar...... Klein asked rhetorically without changing his expression:

"How?"

"He looked like he was mentally wrong, or, or, according to the country, haunted by ghosts, and frankly, I was scared of that. Stuart sighed, "Mr. Karoman should take him to a psychiatrist, and if it doesn't work, find the priests of the Lord of the Storm and let them sprinkle holy water and perform rituals!"

"You can make this suggestion to him. Klein said pertinently.

"In two days, if Atru doesn't get better, I'll think about it. Stuart glanced sideways at Klein.

Klein smiled and said:

"It's your business, I'll end the commission tomorrow. ”

At this time, the two arrived at their destination and entered their respective rooms.

............

1 a.m., inside Atru's bedroom.

Crane sat in a rocking chair, holding the Azk whistle, quietly watching the Protected while Stuart sipped coffee at his desk.

The two did not speak, for fear of waking up Atru, who had finally fallen asleep.

As the minutes ticked by, there was a sudden chill in the room.

Yatrujo sat up and opened his eyes.

"What's wrong?" asked Stuart, a little nervous.

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

His face seemed paler, and his lips became more and more bruised.

Stuart was about to speak when Sherlock Moriarty stood up and bowed to himself:

"I followed him. ”

"Good. Stuart was secretly relieved.

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

Atru was about to close the door when he saw a figure flash in.

"I can't take you out of my sight. Oh, do whatever you have to do, when I don't exist. Crane smiled and leaned into the corner.

Atru remained silent, his gaze swept unfocused, and he looked into the toiletry mirror.

He unscrewed the faucet and let the water flow.

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

But he didn't do that, and blew lightly, causing the match to go out.

Syllable!

Crane casually tossed the match in front of him and pulled out a new item.

Atru, who had his back to him, suddenly straightened up, and the figure in the mirror was as pale as a dead corpse.

In the bathroom, the wind was howling, and Atru's waist did not move, and he turned around like that, staring at Crane's left hand and the delicate copper whistle that was constantly being thrown up and catching.

Woo!

A gust of cold wind slammed into Crane's front door.

He smiled and snapped his fingers.

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

The figure struggled only twice before it completely dissipated, and the flames were extinguished.

Crane put away the Azk bronze whistle in his hand and looked calmly at Atru, whose eyes were gradually focused.

Atru seemed to have had a long nightmare, and at this point he finally came to his senses.

A few steps away, he saw a young man in a white shirt, dark pants, and gold-rimmed glasses, who was leaning against the wall and smiling.

Then, he heard a gentle voice:

"What happened to you?"

PS: It will be updated in advance in the early morning