Mystery: The Extraordinary Journey Starting from an Angel

On Saturday morning, the air in Backlund was as bad as usual, but there was sunshine.

Because of Olivia's departure, Klein had to cook again.

He was trying to make a kind of pasta that he loved to eat when he was a child. For this, he bought high-quality flour, added water and sugar, and made a thin "paste".

Then, he poured oil into the pot to moisten the surface.

After heating, he scooped up some batter with a spoon, poured it to the edge of the pot, and spread it very thinly.

With a sizzling sound, he spread several pancakes, and the fragrance of flour gradually dissipated.

When it was almost done, he peeled off the soft dough-like pancakes one by one, put them on the plate, and added water to make the remaining ingredients into batter.

As soon as he returned to the restaurant with the pancakes and "paste", Klein couldn't wait to tear off a piece and put it in his mouth.

The pancake only had a strong wheat aroma and a sweet taste that stimulated the appetite. It was simple, plain, but extremely delicious.

It's the taste of memory...

Klein ate quickly, taking a sip of batter from time to time.

It seems that my cooking skills have not been lost because of Olivia these days!

Klein was smug while eating.

Alas!

It's a pity that Lady Olivia can't eat the food I cook.

Klein felt a little disappointed, remembering that he seemed to have never cooked since Olivia moved in.

Yeah!

Decision!

I must show her my skills next time.

Klein made up his mind secretly, and then began to eat happily.

Just when he was almost done eating and began to slow down, the doorbell suddenly rang, and the sound of ding-dong kept echoing.

New commission?

Klein took off the napkin, wiped his hands, stood up and walked to the door.

Before he grasped the handle, the image of the visitor naturally emerged in his mind.

He was a middle-aged gentleman with gray hair, thin face, and outstanding temperament.

That's the private detective Esinger Stanton who was invited by the police!

What did he come to see me for?

Klein opened the door in confusion and asked with a smile:

"Good morning, Mr. Stanton, what's up?"

Esinger took off his half-high silk hat and smiled:

"Good morning, Mr. Moriarty, is Ms. Olivia here? I want to work with her!"

Looking for Lady Olivia?

Klein frowned, not knowing why this great detective came to see her.

"Oh! She moved away a few days ago."

Klein answered truthfully, but she didn't plan to tell this great detective the current address of Lady Olivia.

After all, if there was something important, he should go to the church to ask for Olivia's address.

"That's a pity." Esinger looked regretful and continued:

"Since if, Mr. Moriarty, I want to work with you."

? ? ? ? ?

Klein had a question mark on his face. Shouldn't he say goodbye?

"I think you are an excellent detective. You found the East Balam Dockyard and the Dock Workers' Union purely on your own."

"Cooperation?"

Klein did not hide his surprise.

Esinger nodded his black cane and replied in a deep voice:

"Find the murderer of the recent serial murders."

"The police have offered a reward of 2,000 pounds."

2,000 pounds?

This is enough to drive all the bounty hunters and private detectives in Backlund crazy!

However, Lady Olivia seemed to say that this case was very dangerous.

It was committed by a Beyonder, and she specifically reminded me not to touch it.

Even Olivia, the angel, said it was dangerous, let alone a little Sequence 7.

Although it was a lot of money, it was also very dangerous.

"What is your opinion?"

Seeing that Sherlock Moriarty seemed to be distracted, Isinger asked.

My opinion?

Klein was a little embarrassed for a moment.

A normal private detective would definitely agree, because of the generous reward and the fact that the other party was a well-known detective. Building friendship with Isengard would bring great benefits in the circle.

But the problem was that Klein was not a normal private detective.

He was worried that when investigating clues, he would run into the Nighthawks in charge of the matter, and unnecessary troubles. By then, he would die before he could solve Ins Zangwill.

Then he would really die before he could accomplish his mission.

Not right!

Alas!

If Lady Olivia was still here, it would be fine. I wouldn't have to worry so much. I could just take this angel to investigate the case.

I could leave everything to her, including the Church of the Night and the Demon Extraordinary. That would be foolproof.

But now...

Klein knew that he had grown a beard, wore glasses, and changed his hairstyle. He had completely changed his appearance. Ordinary Nighthawks would definitely not recognize me.

But what if he encountered Ms. Daly?

Klein pondered for a few seconds, smiled and said:

"I just took over a very troublesome case recently, I am afraid I don't have much free time."

Before Isengard Stanton could speak, he added:

"I can participate in the discussion, help look through the materials, and analyze the clues, but I probably won't investigate specifically."

Klein planned to do another divination later to ensure his own safety, and at the same time go to Olivia's new home again to talk about this matter, which would also protect his own safety.

As he spoke, Klein quickly formed an idea.

Essinger, who was holding the black cane, pondered for a moment and said:

"No problem."

"This time I summoned more than a dozen detectives, so I have enough manpower to do the investigation. What I admire most about you is your excellent reasoning and analysis skills. Without as many resources as I do, you actually found Dongbailang. The shipyard has contacted the dock union.”

"If I can catch the criminal and win the bounty, I will distribute the reward reasonably based on everyone's contribution. Believe me, I still have some credibility in this industry."

"Okay, happy working together.

"Klein took the initiative to stretch out his right hand, shook hands with the opponent, and felt the dryness and warmth of Essinger's palm.

It is not easy for a middle-aged gentleman in his forties or fifties to maintain a similar feeling in Backlund in the late autumn. This makes Klein even more suspicious that Isengard is an extraordinary person.

"Happy cooperation." Essinger smiled and nodded.

At this time, Klein realized that he was a little rude and quickly put on a smile and said:

"Sorry, I forgot to invite you in. Let's have a nice chat over coffee and black tea?"

"You're welcome. I made an appointment with the detectives to come to my house at nine in the morning to discuss the case. My assistant is waiting for them there."

Essinger took out a silver pocket watch with complex carvings and mechanical beauty, opened it and took a look and said,

"We have to go over and meet them. No problem?"

"No problem, I'll go to the bathroom and leave right away."

At this moment, Klein felt like he was back when Tingen was a Nighthawk.

In the bathroom, Klein went above the gray fog and used divination to get an answer he could bear.

However, he still planned to go to No. 20 Minsk Street if there was any danger. After all, divination was only the result, not the process.

Who knows whether this divination result includes Olvia as a factor.

After getting these results, he quickly returned to the real world.

Putting on his coat, hat, and cane, he followed Essinger into a taxi and sat on the left and right sides.

Essinger glanced at him and asked as if he was thinking:

"I'm curious, how did you find out that Sibel's murder was related to the East Balam dock and the Dockers' Association?"