Mystery: The Extraordinary Journey Starting from an Angel

After completing the Tarot session, Klein returned to reality, slept for an hour, and then hurried out.

He needs to acquire something that can disguise him as a detective.

For example, gold-rimmed glasses, wigs, and various beards that can be attached or pulled off.

These are his needs to disguise later.

For the next two days, he experimented with performing rituals and making spells using only his own spirituality, without praying to the goddess.

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The bell jingled, and the bell was pulled by the rope and kept shaking.

The sound spread throughout the spacious and somewhat empty living room.

Klein, who was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper and researching investment opportunities, stood up. He was wearing a white shirt and a black vest without a tie, and he looked very casual at home.

My first commission in my detective career? However, I can't always wait at home and wait for tasks to come to me.

Klein planned to get a guestbook for the door, complete with a pen.

This way customers can write down when they will come back again.

But Klein is a bit self-deprecating.

For a new detective who has just entered the industry and has no reputation, this basically means there will be no next time...

Hey, I can only bother you a little bit for the time being. Every morning, I will divine whether there is a commission on that day and what time period it will be, so I can make arrangements...

Klein thought as he walked to the door. Without going through the peephole, the image of the visitor outside naturally appeared in his mind:

One was a middle-aged man wearing a black double-breasted gown popular among Backlund's gentlemen. His face was deeply wrinkled and his skin was a little yellow.

But he is very energetic, looks very neat, and has a bookish air.

His temples were completely white, but his black eyes were quite lively.

At this time, he motioned to the young man next to him and pulled the doorbell again.

The young man was about seventeen or eighteen years old. He was wearing a crisp white shirt and a pair of black pants. He had a bookish look on his face and was holding a painting in his hand.

Using the "Joker's" premonition ability, before the bell swung again, Klein turned the handle, opened the door, and greeted with a smile:

"Good morning, gentlemen, today is a good day. I have seen the sun for five minutes so far."

He talked about the weather in a slightly exaggerated way, which was a popular conversation topic in Backlund for hundreds of years.

"Yes, it has always been behind the fog and clouds and refused to come out." The old man nodded in agreement.

Then he asked again:

"Are you Detective Sherlock Moriarty?"

"Yes, do you have anything to entrust? Please come in and we'll talk on the sofa."

Klein turned sideways, moved out of the way, and pointed to the guest area.

"No, no need." The young man said excitedly, "I don't want to waste a little time, I want to see her again."

"she?"

Klein was a little confused.

Could it be that his first mission is to find someone?

This gave him a very bad feeling.

This middle-aged man dressed very gentlemanly nodded and said:

"My name is Dariank and he is my son's name is Senqi."

"'She' is my son's fiancée. My son mentioned her to me many times. He even said that they attended his birthday party together."

"However, at the birthday party, I did not see the female companion that my son mentioned. I took my son to see a doctor, and it turned out that my son was very healthy."

"Simply, my son is an art student at Hoy University, and he drew her appearance."

"I'd like you to help us find her. We live at the end of the street. I'd like to pay ten pounds for it."

Looking for someone?

The reason why you entrusted me is because it is on the same street, which is very convenient...

Klein felt that this was not the detective he imagined.

The clown is actually myself...

Well, you can’t turn down the first business that opens the door. This is the point of view from a fortune teller...

He took the portrait and looked at it.

The woman in the portrait is beautiful. She is in a sea of ​​flowers. She is wearing a white dress and looks very pure and flawless.

The corners of the mouth are slightly raised, giving people a charming feeling.

Even though he was wary by nature, his heartbeat could not help but skip a beat.

hiss!

She is even more beautiful than the witch she met.

Klein quickly adjusted, pondered for a few seconds and said:

"Can you describe it in detail?"

Senqi’s eyes were blurry:

"She likes flowers very much and has a pair of beautiful blue eyes. We met in school. I call her Aya and she calls me Ah Xing."

"We agreed to be each other's angels."

"But, just a few days ago, I couldn't find her. I couldn't even find her in the sea of ​​flowers where we first met."

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The corners of Klein's mouth twitched slightly:

"I'm satisfied with your description, Mr. Senkey."

"I accept this commission."

"Okay, now let's look for clues and find traces. You should know very well that the core of reasoning lies in the details."

Mr. Dariank nodded immediately without consulting his son's opinion:

"Okay, I hope you can find this person."

Klein stood up and sent Dariank and his son Senqi out the door.

It took a while until the two customers left.

Klein put on his coat and hat, picked up his cane and walked out.

Unlike Tingen, many roads in Backlund have been rebuilt with cement or asphalt. Even if it rains, they will not be so muddy.

Klein walked down the street holding the portrait of his fiancée.

In this relatively empty place, he stood up and held the silver-inlaid cane with the hand holding the portrait.

Klein's eyes turned deep, and he silently recited the divination sentence.

His hand quietly left the cane head but did not completely detach, so that Jurgen and Doris could not notice the fact that the cane was standing on its own.

Then, the black silver-inlaid cane shook, but did not point to anywhere.

Klein was a little confused.

This situation can only mean that the person has been checked.

Or she is a high-sequence extraordinary person.

Klein hesitated, he didn't know whether to investigate further.

He looked deeply at the portrait again.

Turned back to his home.

...

In the spacious living room, Klein looked at the painting in his hand and didn't speak for a long time.

He didn't know whether to tell Dariank directly that there was no such person, or to continue to check.

After all, this was his first customer.

In the end, Klein decided to go to the gray fog for another divination.

He went to the bedroom, locked the door, drew the curtains, and used "holy night powder" to create a spiritual wall.

He walked four steps backwards and came to the gray fog. Klein sat on the high-backed chair of the Fool.

He manifested the portrait, leaned back on the chair and entered the dream.

In the dream, Klein saw the woman who was pure and charming.

He could not see the surrounding environment, but knew that her surroundings were very bright.

She seemed to be throwing something on her jade hand.

When he wanted to see clearly, the blue eyes seemed to be able to look at him through the heavy fog.

Klein was startled and quickly exited the dream divination.