Back in the living room, Klein picked up the letter cutter, opened the sealing, and took out the letter sent by Aisinger Stanton.

The famous detective wrote in the letter:

"Your ideas have greatly helped us, please allow me to thank you here first."

"After receiving the letter you sent, we immediately organized people to check some key areas. Sure enough, we found corresponding clues. Many stray animals that often appear nearby and are remembered by residents have disappeared one after another."

"In this process, we also noticed an interesting thing. In the serial murder case four years ago, the prostitute who targeted a single child, many people living around the scene once mentioned that the most suspected teenager, although withdrawn and vicious, was quite loving to animals, especially a larger black dog."

"After the boy died in a gangster fire, people around him never saw the dog again."

"I'm curious, who is its current owner, was the murderer of an unsolved serial murder case even longer ago?"

"The above things have been proved at the 12th murderer's scene and played a key role, allowing the police to initially identify the suspect. If everything goes well and the criminal is arrested, we will be able to receive most of the bounty."

"My friend, I clearly remember your contribution and will never forget your share."

...

Isinger Stanton seemed to have a little doubt that I knew the truth about the "demon", so he deliberately hints about something? Klein put down the letter paper and muttered silently.

However, this letter also made him feel relieved:

Official extraordinary people have not found the wrong partner!

If the demon giant dog does not receive any other help, it will be sooner or later to be captured and shot dead.

As for Aisinger Stanton's guess that the other party has a master, Klein lacks enough evidence to confirm it, so it can only be said that there is a certain probability.

"Anyway, my mission has come to this point, and the next thing is the Nightkeeper, the Punisher, and the Mechanical Heart Squad." Klein pulled out the brand new paper, picked up the round-bellied pen, and sent Esinger Stanton a letter full of modesty, and ignored his subtle hints, just like a real ordinary private detective.

After cutting another paper man, after going out to send the letter, Klein walked to the public carriage waiting point, thinking with ease:

"Next, we can wait to collect the money..."

"Repard said he was going to see the Rossell Memorial Exhibition for three days in a row. I have to wait for Saturday before going to see him and pay the last payment. I hope that by then the bicycle patent has been applied for. Alas, the work efficiency of the Beckland Patent Office has always been low."

Klein had just figured out his arrangements today. When the Extraordinary Party could not be held and he could not buy the corresponding items, he suddenly became idle and did not need to be busy for a while.

"In the morning, I went to the Krag Club, practiced his guns, practiced his extraordinary abilities, and had lunch there. Then I found a better circus to watch the magician's performance and see if I could get some inspiration." He took out his gold-shelled pocket watch and took a look, and got on the bus in a good mood.

…………

Hillston District, Kragg Club.

Because Klein comes at least twice a week, the waiters all remember him and don't need him to show his membership certificate and the White Frost zodiac badge.

It was Wednesday morning, and most of the members of the Krag Club were of a relatively high status middle class, engaged in fixed and decent jobs, not Sunday, not annual leave, not afternoon tea time, and it was very difficult to come.

The spacious and bright hall looked extremely empty, with only a few people sitting in the coffee table and sofa area in the corner.

After glanced over there, Klein saw an acquaintance, so he went up and said hello:

"Talim, the weather is so great today, you should be on the racetrack."

The acquaintance was Talim Dumont, a noble equestrian teacher who introduced him to the club at the request of Mrs. Mary. He once brought a business to Klein, which was to protect the Daily Observer reporter Mike Joseph to investigate the "Golden Rose".

Talim raised his head, touched his short brown curly hair, and smiled:

"Oh, dear detective, what are you busy with recently? I haven't seen you for a long time."

That's when you haven't been to the club for several days... Klein smiled and sat on the sofa next to Talim:

"While helping the police investigate the serial murder case may not be rewarded, the bounty is attractive enough, and it is very important for us private detectives to establish a good relationship with the police department."

All of the above are bragging, I am just an inconspicuous character who was called... He teased himself in his heart.

Several members sitting behind them discussed the latest Western Railway stocks and Dongbailang Plantation stocks under the guidance of a man suspected of stockbroker.

Talim had no doubts about Klein's answer and laughed:

"This is indeed a busy thing for the detective."

After a few greetings, he gradually entered a state of thoughtfulness.

Just as Klein was about to leave the underground shooting range, Talim suddenly looked at him and said:

"Mr. Moriarty, can I ask a question?"

"Well, you can charge a consultation fee."

"This order is free, and you can just call me Sherlock." Klein laughed.

Talim nodded slightly and said hesitantly:

"I have a friend who fell in love with someone he shouldn't love. How should I deal with this situation?"

Although I have always believed that when asking similar questions, "I have a friend" is equivalent to "I myself", Talim's emotional color means that it is not him. He is in a difficult situation, but he cannot see any pain... Klein, who opened his spiritual vision, leaned back slightly, and held his hands together and said:

"I'm sorry, I'm not a psychologist, nor the experts in newspapers and magazines who are good at solving emotional problems."

"My only advice is not to break the law."

"Haha, this is a joke. First of all, we need to figure out what 'shouldn' come from? Is there a hatred relationship between the families of both parties?"

Talim glanced at him and said helplessly:

"No, this is not the story of "Romeo and Juliet"!"

Hearing the other party's answer, a illusory whisper seemed to ring in Klein's ears:

Author: Rossel Gustav... Author: Rossel Gustav... Author: Rossel Gustav...

He shook his head, apologized to Mr. Sha, and smiled:

"This work of Emperor Rossell is so classic. When I mention love that shouldn't be, I will think of it."

"So, why shouldn't we be together?"

Talim said silently for a few seconds:

"I have to keep it secret, sorry, just pretend I haven't asked."

Keep it secret? That's a very identifiable person... Falling in love with the same sex? Falling in love with the person with blood? Klein resisted his strong curiosity and spread his hands and said:

"Then I can only give you another suggestion and read more emotional best-selling novels such as "Storm Villa" and "Love and Jealousy".

Talim twitched his lips a few times and sighed:

"Hey, this is only the last resort. In my opinion, the feelings in those best-selling novels do not seem to happen between normal humans."

"I feel so too!" Klein agreed with deep emotion.

After looking at Talim and smiling, he got up and went to the underground shooting range to practice his guns and extraordinary abilities. It was almost noon before he returned to the first floor and headed straight to the cafeteria.

He had noticed before that today's limited supply is, red wine fried foie gras, and served with apple slices and bread soaked in butter.

After picking up the food, Crane took the plate and walked towards the table where Talim was. At this moment, in addition to Talim, there was another acquaintance, who also used as a guarantee to introduce him to the club's surgeon Alan Chris.

Just as he had put the dining plate on, before he could sit down, Klein suddenly found a cane leaning against the chair of the famous surgeon.

"Alan, what's wrong?" he asked with concern.

Alan, tall and thin, cold-looking, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, patted his right leg and said:

"No, don't mention it, this is really unlucky! I fell down the stairs and had serious bone cracks. I could only use plaster for fixing."

"I'm really not lucky enough." Klein sighed, and cut a piece of foie gras and stuffed it into his mouth. The feeling of melting as soon as it touched made the fragrance of fat continue to expand, stimulating every taste bud.

"I've been out of luck for a long time." Allen raised his hand and pushed down the frame, rubbing the forehead.

He then looked at Klein, then looked at Talim, and asked hesitantly:

"Mr. Moriarty, do you have it? Do you have it..."

"What?" Klein asked with his head raised.

Allen lowered his voice:

"You are a well-known detective, you should know a lot of people, right?"

"It's okay." Klein said perfunctorily without understanding what the other party meant.

Allen glanced at Talim again, took a breath and said:

"Do you know someone like a rural witch doctor? No, I mean, some talented diviners or mystics enthusiasts, I think, I think my recent misfortune is too abnormal..."

"I know those who are very likely to be fake and deceptive, but can't find any other way to get rid of their bad luck. I tried to go to the church to pray, donate, and attend the Mass, but it didn't work."

Some talented diviners or mystics enthusiasts...you seem to be talking about me... Klein thought:

"Allen, tell me in detail what happened to you."

Talim next to him nodded:

"Don't worry, although I am a believer of the Lord, I do not reject mystical things."

Allen sighed distressedly:

"Many, many things, such as a mistake in surgery, a steam train accident traveling, and when I got home, I found a thief who went into the hospital, and fell down the stairs... Do you think, could anyone curse me?"

Well, I heard Ellen mention similar things before... Klein frowned slightly.

As a former night watchman, he could easily associate a seal from this description:

Doom puppet!

A similar item? He turned on his spiritual vision and asked seriously:

"Allen, think about it carefully. Before those unlucky things came in succession, did you or your family, well, have you also encountered unlucky things?"

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