The jingling, rope-pulled bells shook constantly, sending the sound through the spacious but relatively empty living room.

Sitting on the couch reading the newspaper, Klein, who was studying those investment opportunities, stood up, his white shirt and black vest untied bow tie, very homely and casual.

The first commission of my detective career, though, I can't always wait at home, waiting for the assignment to come to me, eh...... I had to get a guestbook to hang up at the door with an absorbent pen so that the customer could write down when they would come back and let me get ready...... But for new detectives who have just entered the industry and are not well-known, it is basically equivalent to no next time...... Hey, I can only trouble it for the time being, whether there is a commission on the day of divination every morning, and what time period is it, so as to arrange it...... Of course, this may miss the task of the delegator who is a powerful extraordinary, well, if you miss it, it is probably a good thing......

Klein walked to the door as he thought, and without going through the cat's eye, the image of the visitor outside naturally appeared in his mind:

One is an old lady wearing a black plush soft hat, her back is slightly rickety, her face is very wrinkled, and her skin is shriveled and yellowish, but her dark dress is formal and decent, and she looks very neat.

Her sideburns were all white, but her blue eyes were quite attentive, and she was looking at the young man next to her at this time, motioning for him to pull the doorbell again.

The young man in his mid-twenties, with eyes similar to those of an old lady, wore a long black double-breasted gown popular among the Bakerland gentlemen, a half-height silk top hat, and a party-like bow tie in the increasingly cold weather, and seemed to be unrelenting in his demands at any time and in any scene.

With the help of the "Joker's" hunch ability, before the bell shook again, Crane twisted the handle, opened the door, and greeted with a smile:

"Good morning, ma'am, sir, today is a good day, by now I have seen the sun for five minutes. ”

He spoke in a slightly exaggerated manner about the weather, a topic of conversation that had been popular in Bakeland for hundreds of years.

"Yes, it used to hide shyly behind fog and clouds, and refused to come out. The old lady nodded in agreement.

The young man asked:

"Are you Detective Sherlock Moriarty?"

"Yes, what do you have to entrust? Sorry, please come in, let's talk on the couch. Crane turned to the side, out of the way, and gestured to the hospitality area.

"No, no. "I don't want to waste a little time, my poor Brody is still waiting for me to rescue it!"

"It?" Klein noticed the most important pronoun and suddenly had a bad feeling.

The young man, who was dressed very formally, nodded affirmatively:

"Brody is a cat of my grandmother, Lady Doris, who got lost last night, I hope you can help us find it, we live at the end of this street, and I am willing to pay 5 soles for it, and of course, if you can prove in the end that you have spent more time and effort than that, I will compensate you extra. ”

The reason why I was entrusted with the cat is because it is on the same street, which is very convenient...... Klein didn't feel like he had imagined his career to be a detective.

It makes me look like a clown...... Well, the first business cannot be pushed away, this is from the opinion of the soothsayer...... He muttered for a few seconds and said:

"Can you elaborate on that?"

The old lady Lisy preempted the young man before he could speak, and said:

"Brody is a lovely, lively black cat, he is very healthy, he has a beautiful pair of green eyes, he likes to eat cooked chicken breasts above all, Goddess, he ran away like that last night, no, he must have been lost, I put so many chicken breasts in his bowl, and he did not want to come back to see it again. ”

...... The corners of Crane's mouth turned up:

"I am pleased with your description, Mrs. Doris. ”

"I accept this commission, okay, go to your house now, I need to look for clues, find traces, you should know very well, the core of reasoning lies in the details. ”

Mrs. Doris did not consult her grandson, but nodded her head at once:

"You're the most action-packed detective I've ever seen, deal!"

Crane put on his coat, hat, and cane, and followed Ms. Doris and her grandson out into the street.

Unlike Tingen, many of the roads in Beckland have been rebuilt with cement or asphalt, making them less muddy even when it rains.

Taking advantage of the opportunity for the old lady to lead the way in front of him, his grandson leaned over to Klein and said in a low voice:

"I want you to do your best to find Brody. ”

"Ever since my grandfather and parents passed away, it has become one of the pillars of my grandmother's life. ”

"After Brody went missing, my grandmother had mental problems and even auditory hallucinations, always telling me that she heard poor Brody screaming. ”

Klein solemnly said:

"I'll do my best, by the way, I don't know what to call you yet?"

Jürgen, Jürgen Cooper, a senior solicitor. The young man replied.

Soon they came to 58 Minsk Street and entered the houses with a dark tone.

"This is Brody's bowl, it's its favorite box, and it's always sleeping in it. Doris's wrinkled face was filled with worry and anticipation.

Crane crouched down and pulled several strands of black cat hair out of the box.

He straightened up and grasped the silver-encrusted cane with his hand pinching the cat's hair.

Crane's eyes deepened, and he pretended to look around, silently reciting the divination sentence in his mouth.

His hand quietly left the tip of the staff, but not completely, so that neither Urgen nor Doris could notice the fact that the staff was standing on its own.

Immediately afterwards, the black silver-encrusted cane leaned forward to the side, and it fell very slowly, with a small amplitude.

Crane held the head of the staff again, looked in that direction, and looked carefully for more than ten seconds.

Then, with a step, he walked over to an old cupboard.

"Did you find any signs of Brody's escape?" asked Ürgen with concern, and the old lady Liss was waiting for an answer.

Crane didn't answer, half-crouched down and pulled open the door to the lowest level of the cupboard.

Whew!

A black cat sprang out of it, its tail cocked high and running towards its bowl.

Brody ...... When did you get into the cupboard? How did you end up in the cupboard?" cried Mrs. Doris in surprise and confusion.

Jürgen tilted his head in astonishment and glanced at Klein:

"How do you know it's in a cupboard?"

Klein smiled and replied in a low voice:

"That's reasoning. ”

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

Having gained the friendship between Mrs. Doris and lawyer Jürgen, and receiving a reward of 5 sühlers, Klein returned to his rented Minsk street 15 in the dark sky.

Before he could get closer, he saw a figure hovering at his door.

New business? Klein stared at the visitor, and saw that the visitor was a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in an old coat of age and a bowler hat.

He, Klein, immediately recognized the other party as the big boy he had met on the steam subway on the day he first arrived in Beckland.

The maturity and calmness he showed at the time made a considerable impression on Klein.

What will be done...... With a grunt, Klein walked over and smiled:

"Excuse me, are you here for me?"

The big boy was startled and hurriedly turned around, with unconcealed fear in his bright red eyes.

He froze and hesitated:

"Are you Detective Sherlock Moriarty?"

"Yes. Crane looked around and said, "If there's something, let's go in and talk about it." ”

"Okay. The big boy didn't refuse.

Once inside, Crane didn't take off his coat, but just took off his hat and put his cane.

He led the big boy to the hospitality area, pointed to the long sofa and said:

"Please, what shall I call you, and what do you want to entrust?"

"You can call me Ian. The older boy looked around, was silent for a few seconds, and said, "I was hired by another detective, Mr. Zerel Victor Lee, to help him gather some information and intelligence. ”

Klein sat down, clasped his hands and said:

"Your commission is related to your former employer?"

"Hmm. Ian nodded solemnly, "I suddenly found myself being stalked the other day, and I was following them with bad intentions, so I thought of a way to get rid of them, eh...... I think Mr. Moriarty should have witnessed this, and as soon as I saw you, I recognized you as the gentleman who had looked at me on the subway several times that day. ”

...... This observation is not much worse than that of the "audience...... Could it be that he was born with a special type, or is it an extraordinary person? Crane turned on his vision, looked at Ian a few times, and found nothing strange.

He nodded and replied calmly:

"I'm impressed with your response. ”

Ian didn't dwell on the matter, and continued:

"I suspected that what had happened to Mr. Zerrell, so I visited him at his quarters, and found that it seemed normal, but many of the hidden little mechanisms that suggested someone had infiltrated were touched. ”

"I haven't seen Mr. Zerrell since that day, and I suspect something has happened to him. ”

"I tried to call the police, but he hadn't been missing for as long as he wanted, and I tried to ask for help from the other detectives I knew, but they all turned me down on the grounds that they had just met Mr. Zerrell at a party of peers. ”

"This was very surprising to me, because I had contacted Mr. Zerrell in the agreed way and received no response. ”

"I still hold on to my judgment, and intend to ask for the help of a detective whom Mr. Zerrell does not know, well, and I do not know who to turn to, only through the newspapers, and I have found you, Mr. Sherlock Moriarty. ”

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