When the doorbell rang, Crane was sleepy-eyed and helpless chatting with a lady in a carriage through the railing in the back garden.

After staying up late last night, he wanted to take a revenge today and sleep until noon to make up for the lost sleep, but the sudden customer pulled him out of the quilt early.

"Yes, ma'am, trust me, I'll start investigating today. But the exact progress depends on your husband's itinerary if he goes to a place that is not easy to track...... Please don't confront each other alone! Talking to him too much will only increase his alertness..... no! Don't go to the company to find his female employees either! Don't let your daughter go! ”

He stared at the complicated stained windows of the carriage, and repeatedly emphasized with the lady on the other side.

Apparently, this customer has tormented him.

The white handkerchief was crumpled in his hand.

"No, no, listen to me, you will only suffer yourself if you confront you without evidence, you can consult your lawyer in this matter, I believe they will give a more professional answer...... No! It's not that I don't care about your commission! “

Crane's expression was on the verge of collapse, and he covered his face in pain.

The client, Mrs. Coin, was one of several ladies who came to her door last weekend to ask for rape and was commissioned to investigate her husband's infidelity and gather evidence. Mrs. Coin is a bold person, and the price is reasonable, the only problem is that she cares too much about the progress of the case.

He received four telegrams from her within three hours yesterday afternoon.

Actually, this is fine, but what is even more difficult is that he heard that the lawyer hired by the wife is communicating with her about the shortcomings in the handwritten letter to the judge that she strongly requested.

Klein is heartily glad that he is neither a lawyer nor a 'lawyer' in the occult.

It was at this time that the doorbell rang at the door to save him from fire and water.

"Don't worry, I'm going out to collect evidence for you today, but it will take time to collect it..... I'm so sorry I need to leave my doorbell rings! Good bye! “

Crane couldn't wait to say goodbye, turned around and quickly left the back garden, breathing a sigh of relief.

He walked towards the door.

He was heartily grateful to those who were now knocking on the door, and to be honest, he had been feeling the telegraph ringing in his bathroom at home lately.

Anyone can do it, even the dreaded Mr. Bishop.....

Opening the door, Crane's smile stiffened for a moment.

....... also, I don't really want to see it.

"Morning, good morning."

"Good morning." Crane nodded. "See you again, Mr. Sherlock. Sorry for the early morning interruptions, but I remember you said yesterday that you were a detective, right? ”

"I'd like to ask you for two commissions."

The goddess is on top, and he has recently been allergic to commissions.

However, Klein could only resist the urge to cover his face again: "That's right, no problem, I just happened to be up." Come in. ”

He has no right to say no to the demigods.

Fortunately, this demigod is much easier to communicate with than Mrs. Coin.

The two sat down on the sofa in the living room.

"What exactly do you want to entrust?" Klein handed Yager a cup of tea.

His living room is decorated in a classic style, with sofas and coffee tables carefully selected by Mrs. Summer's sisters, and still compares with the luxury style of the Minsk office.

This is also a big reason for the recent increase in Klein's customer base.

"No thanks, I'll be going to work right away." Sitting on the dark green sofa with delicate leather, Yager declined to drink tea, "The commission has something to do with the purpose of my trip to the East End yesterday. ”

The purpose of yesterday's trip to the East End?

The cat pricked up its ears curiously.

He had been curious about what the bishop was doing in the East Side since they met yesterday, and even walked with the ordinary people of the East Side, and finally warned the other party not to reveal it to others.

At that time, during the Q&A with the church, the bishop asked about the reason for being expelled from the pawn shop.......

Ahem, he'd love to know. What pawn shop dares to fire a demigod?

It's a pity that Yager won't mention his black history of unemployment.

"I went to the Eastern End yesterday to investigate a recent case, I don't know if you know about Viscount Clint who was arrested at the East Bailang Pier."

"The Viscount who murdered his friend?" Klein remembered the report he had read two days earlier.

"Yes," Yager bowed, "but I don't quite agree with that judgment. ”

"I suspect that Lenze was actually kidnapped by the notorious Caping of the Eastern End, and that it was because of the persecution of his political enemies that he was placed on the head of Viscount Clint."

"So I want you to help investigate the information about Kapin and his gang."

"The commission fee is deducted from the portion you owe me."

"No problem." Klein agreed.

Yesterday he finally decided to pay the bishop fifteen hundred pounds, which was the largest amount he could come up with so far, and relatively reasonable for the hiring of a demigod.

In addition to this, he had to pay Miss Sharon nine hundred pounds, as well as save money for potion materials.

It's overstretched.

So every dollar you can save now counts.

"It is worth noting that under my observation yesterday, there are many extraordinary people in Capin's mansion, but the sequence is not high, so remember not to be discovered when you investigate." Yager added.

"Okay."

Klein vaguely remembered that Kapin was the leader of a gang similar to the Zmanger Party, and it was not surprising that there were several extraordinary people.

I just don't know who the forces behind them are?

To be able to gain a foothold in the East End and become a gangster, having a backer is the most common.

He was speculating in his mind.

After seeing that he had no objections, Yager on the other side continued: "There is another commission, which is also in the East District. ”

"Yesterday you used MI9 as a safe house, and its original owners were wanted by a wanted church man named Bill Rudolph and his mother."

"But you don't have to worry about the church," Yager shook his head and said in time when he saw the detective's expression, "I want you to investigate the disappearance of his mother and the disappearance of the little daughter of an East Side woman named Liv next door to the old house." ”

"I think the process of these two pieces is very similar, you can start with the one from Liv's house."

Yager went on to describe a number of details.

In the spacious and translucent living room, the more Klein listened, the more solemn his face became.

Compared with Viscount Clint's political struggle, the intuitive living conditions of the East End people obviously had a greater impact on him.

"Thirteen or fourteen years old", "going to school", "relying on laundry to save tuition", just a few words make the difficult situation of an East Side family particularly stark.

"I'll be sure to find out the results carefully." Klein solemnly assured.

"Okay." Yager was a little surprised by Crane's seriousness, but he thought it was understandable when he thought of the tragic situation at Liv's house yesterday.

They deserve a better future.

He stood up.

"Oh, yes." Before leaving, Yager remembered the report he saw this morning, "Ambassador Intis was also assassinated last night, and it was the Aurora Society that did it, do you know about this?" ”