Early Tuesday morning, the weather kept the cold that was common this season.

Klein tightened the collar of the tweed coat, put on his hat, and opened the door.

He was sending a letter to Detective Stuart to the mailbox at the end of the street. The distance was not far away, so there was no need to dress so neatly or so thickly. But Klein just had a cold, so he still wrapped himself tightly on the safe side.

Perhaps because of the strong winds last night, Beckland's air was unexpectedly good, and Klein subconsciously slowed down and enjoyed this rare morning.

When he passed by Yuergen's house, he heard the sound of the creaking window creaking, and instinctively turned his head and looked over.

Standing at the window was Mrs. Doris wearing a black plush hat and a thick gray-blue scarf. Compared to before, her face was a little worse and her figure became more and more hunched.

"Good morning, Detective Moriarty, thank you for taking care of Brody during this period. It said you are a good person, right, Brody?" Old Mrs. Doris bent down and picked up the black cat with green eyes.

Brody used all four legs and struggled hard in her arms. Finally, it jumped down and landed lightly on the windowsill.

But it did not leave, but was circling around there, rubbing his head and his side constantly on Mrs. Doris, without even looking at Klein.

Is this a good person card sent by a cat? Klein laughed at himself and said with a sincere smile:

"This is a happy thing, and what's even more gratifying is that you have finally recovered and discharged from the hospital, Mrs. Doris."

After a few greetings, he said goodbye and continued to walk to the end of the street with a smile.

Just after walking a few steps, he heard Mrs. Doris shouting from behind:

"It's like Ergen comes back, I'll let him give you the reward!"

...Is it like I took on this task for money? The smile on Klein's face suddenly froze, and he could only half turn his body, waved his hand, and signaled that he knew.

When he got away from the Yuergen family, his expression gradually calmed down and he sighed faintly.

He had just seen Mrs. Doris' aura color, and found that the situation was not very good, because the other party was older, and because Beckland's cold climate and poor air had a very bad effect on lung diseases.

Mrs. Doris should be able to survive this late autumn and cold winter smoothly, but it is hard to say next time, next time... If you want to live a few more years, you may have to move to the south and move to the area of ​​Disi Bay... Unfortunately, lawyer Jurgen should not have the conditions yet... I have not been to Disi Bay yet... Klein muttered a few words, found the postal box, and stuffed the letters in.

This will be the prelude to the performance.

And he will go to the Harvest Church as a detective this evening to make the rest of the preparations.

After buying a Disi pie for breakfast, Klein returned the same way, which was quite leisurely.

Before he could get close to the door, he saw an elegantly decorated carriage parked outside. Two ladies wearing black ribbon hats were anxiously pulling the doorbell, while the maids and bodyguards were scattered around, as if they were guarding against something.

Mrs. Starling...Mrs.Mrs.Mrs.Miss.My..What a urgency...Clain took the paper bag containing the Disi pie and walked over, laughing:

"Two ladies, this should be breakfast time."

When she turned around and saw that it was Detective Sherlock Moriarty, Mrs. Mary was obviously relieved:

"Mr. Detective, you have to help me."

In Klein's spiritual vision, there was no falsehood in the other party's anxiety, nervousness and fear, so he nodded and pointed at the door:

"Let's talk about it when you go in."

While speaking, he glanced at the landlord's wife Starling and found that the other party's condition was completely different from the previous two days. He became very low and depressed, and seemed to be not interested in anything.

What happened to me? Although the landlord likes to show off a little, he still loves life very much... Klein took out the key and opened the door.

After entering, before she could sit firmly, Mrs. Mary couldn't wait to say:

"Detective Moriarty, I received a letter of threat!"

Intimidation letter? Klein put the Disi pie and shook his hands and said:

"What is the content of the letter?"

Mrs. Mary looked at Mrs. Starling, and saw that she was not as active as usual, so she had to consider it herself:

"The letter asked me to treat the factory's smoke fairly and affirm their contributions when conducting air pollution investigations, otherwise I would make me the same as the doll sent with the letter...

"The doll's head was removed and his hands and feet were broken."

Mrs. Mary seemed to recall the feeling of opening the letter, and said with a trembling voice:

"This is the first time I have encountered something similar. I don't know if it will become a reality. I don't know that being a member of the inquiry committee will have to endure such a thing. I don't know..."

Ms., maybe Emperor Rossell once said this: There are only two extremes of hatred between people: one is to murder the other's parents, and the other is to destroy others to make money... Klein nodded with a serious expression:

“My advice is to call the police.”

In his opinion, Mrs. Mary is now a member of the Kingdom Air Pollution Investigation Committee, and her status is completely different from before. The police department will definitely not take it lightly for the intimidation she suffered.

Moreover, this involves the formulation of important policies of the kingdom, which is not an ordinary matter, so the police department will likely hand over the case to the extraordinary organization of the church, in order to solve the case as soon as possible and resolve it as soon as possible.

Based on the identity of Lady Mary as a believer in the goddess, the night watcher is the inevitable choice.

In this way, even if Klein wants to get a reward, he will not be involved.

"I have done this, but it doesn't make me feel at ease." Mrs. Mary pursed her lips and said, "Do you know what they said? It is said that the threatening letter is made up of cut newspaper words, and dolls are the kind that can be bought everywhere, and it is difficult to find the sender in a short time! And she is planning to send a policeman to protect me! Goddess, this is how they treat a helpless citizen for help?"

Mrs. Mary paused and looked at Klein earnestly and said:

"Detective Moriarty, I believe you can help me, not only because of your performance in that matter, but also because of Mike's recognition, Allen's praise, Talim's praise. And I know that you have made outstanding contributions in that serial murder case. Don't worry, I will pay you a generous enough reward."

Your words made me happy, but things seemed a little wrong...

Unless the police department has been bribed, they should transfer the case to the night watchman. With extraordinary means such as divination, the letters made of words in the newspaper cannot be avoided by exploring the investigation. The sender will either have been caught or have a way to interfere with the divination... The latter will lead to the night watchman's formal and large-scale intervention...

In either case, it is not the same as the current situation...

Klein did not immediately answer Mrs. Mary and carefully analyzed the abnormalities shown in this matter.

The living room suddenly became extremely quiet, and the silence made Mrs. Mary and Mrs. Starling inexplicably uneasy.

Klein took out a coin at some point and let it jump and roll between his fingers, which seemed to be his habitual action when he was concentrating on his thoughts.

Suddenly, the coin flew up and fell steadily again, landing on the palm of the palm, with the back facing up.

Klein was surprised now. He was divining whether this matter was dangerous, but the result was no.

If there is such a threat, even if the sender has almost no strength, it may cause certain dangers, and it will not be completely without... Just a simple threat? Or... Klein suddenly thought of another possibility and smiled:

"Madam Mary, don't be nervous. Go back with confidence. If someone asks you to discuss this matter in the newspaper these two days, so that the public can recognize the true faces of the factory owners and ignite the public's anger, then you will not have anything to do."

What Klein thought of just now might be that this intimidation letter incident was a bureau, a situation set by himself, in order to incite the people and use their anger to make the investigation of air pollution smoothly and make subsequent bills beneficial to themselves.

And this can explain why the police department is currently responding.

"...Why do you say that?" Mrs. Mary asked with a frown.

Klein responded with a smile:

"This is my reasoning."

"What if what you said didn't happen in two days?" asked Mrs. Mary.

Klein said sincerely:

“Then I will provide protection.”

There is no danger anyway... He added in his mind.

After comforting Mrs. Mary, he went to the grey fog to confirm and got the same result as before.

And at this time, his dissey pie was already cold...

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Mrs. Mary returned home with some anxiety and anxiety, thinking whether to invite Starling to stay here for a few days and accompany her.

At this moment, her housekeeper told her that the visit of Count Hall's eldest son, Chief Secretary of the Air Pollution Inquiry Committee, Mr. Hibert Hall.

After both parties entered the living room, before Madam Mary could speak, the handsome blonde and brilliant gentleman said first:

"Mrs. Mary, I heard about your experience, which is a shame to Beckland, and even the entire Kingdom, for which I deeply apologize and sympathize.

"Don't worry, everyone in the committee will stand with you!"

"Thank you for your concern." Mrs. Mary responded gratefully.

Hibert Hall thought about it and said:

"Madam, I want to ask a reporter to interview this matter, tell everyone about your experience, your despicable bad deeds, and let the people see how rampant those who pollute Beckland's air are! There is no repentance at all!

"Please be sure to agree to my request."

This...is exactly the same as Detective Moriarty described...Mrs. Mary couldn't speak for a moment.

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After breakfast, I took a break for a while, and Klein, who was idle, entered the gray fog, preparing to divine the origin of the biotoxin bottle.
Chapter completed!