Riding in a hired carriage, Angel came to Minsk Street in the Jowood district.

It was a small street in a residential area, flanked on the same side as the Red Rose Street where she lived, and to be exact, similar to the side of the Red Rose Street facing the Tasok River, with rows of two-story houses, with convex bellied windows on both sides of the first floor and large balconies on the second floor.

There is a small mailbox at the entrance of 15 Minsk Street, with sticky notes and pencils hanging next to it, which should be prepared so that the detective can go out without missing a commission.

Angel knocked on the door first, but there seemed to be no movement behind the door, she sighed unlucky, picked up the sticky note next to the mailbox and prepared to leave a message.

At this moment, the door opened, and a man with a thick beard, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses that did not match this rugged beard, a short-brimmed hat on his head, and a white shirt and black waistcoat poked his head out, looking curiously at Angel holding a sticky note and pencil under the steps of the main entrance.

The latter was surprised to find that he had seen the detective.

Rather, I've seen it many times.

"Mr. Sherlock Moriarty?"

"It's me," replied the lucky one, who had repeatedly appeared at the Eyes of Wisdom gathering, claiming to have dealt with the enemies of the Medium Order for 400 pounds, "may I ask you what you have to entrust?" ”

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Angel, who entered the living room at the invitation of Mr. Moriarty, quickly looked at the interior furnishings, this house does not look big from the outside, but the interior is larger than the width of the front and back, so the actual area is not small, the living room and dining room are very well lit, there is a kitchen, washroom and guest rooms at the rear, and there are at least three or four bedrooms on the second floor, well, and the large balcony that can be seen from the street.

Assessing the private detective's financial resources and income, Angel went to a corner of the living room, and at Moriarty's invitation, she sat down on the single couch by the convex belly window, and the other party brought a teapot and a teacup and sat down across from her.

After a brief self-introduction and greetings, the two quickly got to the point.

"Miss Irene, please tell me about your commission."

Politely pouring a cup of tea for the guest, he took off his short-brimmed hat, revealing his short black hair underneath, and his eyes showed curiosity and inquiry, looking at Angel and asked.

He looked three or four points familiar...... Well, if the hairline is a little back and the beard is shaved, it will be very similar to Mr. Benson, they have the same hair color and eye color, and the curvature of their cheeks is the same......

After a few seconds, realizing that it was not polite for him to stare at the other party, Angel looked away, looked at the black tea in his hand, and replied:

"Actually, I'm here to find one of your customers, do you remember Mr. O'Neill? Jason O'Nell is looking for his daughter, Emily. ”

Onell, Emily.

Moriartim read the two names, his eyes lost focus for a few seconds, and then nodded, his gold-rimmed glasses that didn't fit his face swaying, making Angel almost think it would fall into the teacup below.

"I remember him, Jason O'Neill entrusted me with the search for his kidnapped daughter, and on the evening of October 5, this gentleman found me through a referral from another person, and then I went with him to several places that he provided to confirm that the kidnappers had passed through to investigate."

With that, the detective stood up, walked briskly to the bookshelf separating the living room from the dining room, flipped through a map, returned to the bay window, and handed it to Angel.

The latter could tell at a glance that this was the same map of Bakeland that Ornell had memorized the route of the kidnapping when she sought help with divination.

"After analyzing the relevant clues, I quickly determined the location of the kidnappers' final hideout, found the gangsters who were guarding Mr. O'Neel's daughter, Emily, and because Mr. O'Neill was afraid that calling the police would trigger their unscrupulous retaliation, I used some negotiation skills to get them to let Emily go. Of course, I still called the police afterwards, which is my duty as a law-abiding citizen. ”

Speaking of "negotiation skills," Moriarty grinned at the back of his beard, reminding Angel of the incomprehensible smile he had at the Eyes of Wisdom party.

I almost forgot that after that call for help at the "Eyes of Wisdom" party, and his miraculous solution to a huge crisis, the detective is now an extraordinary person. His so-called negotiation skills, most likely through violence or extraordinary ability, took down the gangsters and snatched Emily back, which is also in line with what Mr. O'Neill said......

I just don't know if he remembers the first time he and I went to the party, although I wore a hood and had the effect of a crazy ring that made it easy to forget my appearance, but my height and hair color could easily reveal my identity.

With these thoughts quickly running through her mind, Angel nodded and replied, "Thank you, can you tell me where Emily was found?" ”

"Why? I'm sorry, but it's not my privacy. ”

Although there is a small hope, the detective is still quite a work ethic......

Angel sighed and told the detective about his part-time job at the divination club, Ooneel's request for help, and the location and route of the kidnapping through analysis.

Of course, the part involving extraordinary abilities is all about the past that she uses "analysis and conclusion" to obfuscate the past.

Then, she took out the newspaper she had with her, handed him the one with the O'Neill family's obituary, and watched his face turn from curiosity to seriousness and a hint of anger.

"Do you think this is a normal suicide?"

Putting down the newspaper, Moriarty's tone was very different from before.

"Of course not, I only met Mr. O'Neill last weekend, and he paid me a large sum of extra money, saying that he was going to leave Beckland and take the family to live in Makai County for a few years, leaving this familiar environment that frightened my daughter, I don't think this is what someone who plans to commit suicide would do."

"Extra pay...... Well, that's not the point, you're right, there's something strange about his death," Moriarty replied with a frown, "The man who just rescued his daughter and planned to move out of Beckland can't commit suicide by jumping into the river with his family, unless...... Someone coerced them, or simply 'did it for them'. ”

"However, the police should investigate this kind of thing, I read that the obituary said that the family left a suicide note, if the handwriting is forged, there is a problem at the suicide scene, the police should be found. Now that the obituary has been issued, it proves that the police also believe that it was a suicide. ”

The detective looked at Angel with an inquiring gaze.

Alas, would a private investigator like you really believe so much in the abilities of the Civelas Field? Or do you recognize me and are talking to me?

After staring at him for a few seconds, Angel smiled.

"Alright, I'm guessing you recognize me, and since we're all extraordinary and have been to the Wisdom Eye' gathering, stop going around in circles and saying things that test each other. I determined through divination that the O'Neil family committed suicide, but that was the biggest problem, there were extraordinary people who hid the truth through their abilities, perhaps for revenge, or for the purpose of extermination. ”

Moriarty first looked at Angel with surprise, then a smile flashed in his eyes behind his glasses.

"Yes, 'Lady Dog Mask', well, the medicine man called you that, I did recognize you at the door, but I didn't break it because I didn't know what you were coming from, sorry."

Looking at the somewhat familiar brown eyes, Angel was stunned for a moment, and then felt unhappy because of the other party's name.

"By the way, you say 'confirmed by divination,' is that kind of divination in the occult sense?" As if aware of Angel's emotions, Moriarty quickly changed the subject, "I thought the divination club you mentioned was just an ordinary enthusiast club. ”

"Clubs are the usual kind, but I ......"

Angel was wearing an unobtrusive rune-style dress today, with long sleeves that covered both wrists, at which point she pulled up the leg of mutton sleeves to reveal a citrine pendant on her right wrist.

“…… But a master of divination. ”

(End of chapter)