Returning to the living room, Klein picked up a letter cutter, opened the seal, and took out the letter from Isengard Stanton.

The famous detective wrote in his letter:

"Your ideas have been of great help to us. Please allow me to express my gratitude here first."

"After receiving your letter, we immediately organized personnel to check some key areas, and indeed found corresponding clues. Many stray animals that often appeared nearby and were remembered by residents have disappeared one after another."

"During this process, we also noticed an interesting thing. In the serial murder case four years ago, yes, the target was a single prostitute with a child. Many people living near the crime scene mentioned that the most suspected teenager was lonely and vicious, but he was quite loving to animals, especially a large black dog."

"After the teenager died in a gang fight, people around him never saw the dog again."

"I'm curious, who is its current owner? Is he the murderer of an unsolved serial murder case from a long time ago?"

"The above matters were all proven to a certain extent at the scene of the 12th murder, and played a key role in allowing the police to initially identify the suspect. If everything goes well and the criminal is arrested, we will be able to obtain most of the reward."

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

…

Isengard Stanton seemed to suspect that I knew the truth about the "devil", so he deliberately hinted at something? Klein put down the letter and muttered silently.

However, this letter also made him feel relieved:

The official Beyonders didn’t choose the wrong target!

If the devil dog didn't get any additional help, it was only a matter of time before it was captured and killed.

As for Isengard Stanton's speculation that the other party had a master, Klein lacked sufficient evidence to confirm it, and could only say that there was a certain probability.

"Anyway, my mission ends here. What follows is the work of the Nighthawks, the Mandated Punishers, and the Mechanical Heart team." Klein pulled out a brand new piece of paper, picked up a round-bellied fountain pen, and wrote a humble letter to Isengard Stanton. He ignored his subtle hints, just like a real private detective.

After cutting out another paper figurine and sending the letter, Klein walked to the public carriage waiting area and thought with a relaxed look:

"Then you can wait to collect the money..."

"Leppard said he wants to visit the Roselle Memorial Exhibition for three consecutive days. I have to wait until Saturday to see him and pay the final payment. I hope the patent for the bicycle will have been applied for by then. Alas, the efficiency of the Backlund Patent Office seems to have always been low."

Klein had just thought of today's arrangements. Since the Beyonder gathering could not be held and he could not buy the corresponding items, he suddenly had some free time and did not need to be busy for a short period of time.

"In the morning, I'll go to the Krag Club to practice shooting and practicing my extraordinary abilities. I'll also have lunch there. Then I'll find a better circus and watch the magicians perform to see if I can get some inspiration." He took out his gold-cased pocket watch and took a look at it, then boarded the public carriage in a good mood.

…………

Hillston, Cragg Club.

Because Klein came at least twice a week, the waiters all remembered him and no longer needed him to show his membership certificate and the White Frost Constellation Badge.

It was Wednesday morning, and most of the members of the Cragg Club belonged to the relatively well-off middle class, with regular and respectable jobs. It was difficult for them to come if it wasn't Sunday, annual holiday, or afternoon tea time.

The spacious and bright hall seemed unusually empty, with only a few people sitting on the coffee table and sofa in the corner.

After glancing over there, Klein saw an acquaintance, so he went up to say hello:

"Talim, the weather is so great today, you should be at the racecourse."

That acquaintance was none other than Talim Dumont, the aristocratic equestrian instructor who had introduced him to the club at the request of Mrs. Mary. He had also brought Klein a business deal, which was to protect Mike Joseph, a reporter from the Daily Observer, to conduct an investigation at the Golden Rose.

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

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

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

"I'm helping the police investigate the serial murder case. Although there may not be any reward, the reward is tempting enough. Besides, it is very important for us private detectives to establish a good relationship with the police department."

All of the above is bragging, I am just an insignificant character who was summoned... He joked to himself in his heart.

Several members sitting in the sofa area behind them were discussing the latest Western Railway stocks and East Balam Plantation stocks under the guidance of a man who seemed to be a stockbroker.

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

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

After a few pleasantries, he gradually fell into a thoughtful state.

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

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

“Well, you can charge a consulting fee.”

“This order is free. Also, 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 have. How should I deal with this situation?"

Although I have always believed that when asking similar questions, "I have a friend" is equivalent to "myself", Talim's emotional color shows that it is not himself. He is very embarrassed, but he can't see the slightest pain... Klein, who has activated his spiritual vision, leaned back slightly and clasped his hands together and said:

"I'm sorry, but I'm not a psychiatrist, nor am I one of those experts in newspapers and magazines who are good at solving emotional problems."

"My only advice is, don't break the law."

"Haha, this is just a joke. First of all, we need to figure out what the 'shouldn't' come from? Is there a hatred between the two families?"

Talim glanced at him and said helplessly:

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

Hearing the other party's answer, Klein seemed to hear an illusory whisper in his ears:

Author: Roselle Gustave... Author: Roselle Gustave... Author: Roselle Gustave...

He shook his head, apologized to Mr. Sha, and said with a smile:

"Emperor Roselle's work is such a classic. Whenever I mention inappropriate love, I will think of it."

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

Talim was silent for a few seconds and said:

"I have to keep it a secret. Sorry, just pretend I never asked."

Keep it a secret? He is a very prestigious person... Falling in love with the same sex? Falling in love with a blood relative? Klein suppressed his strong curiosity and spread his hands:

"Then I can only give you one more suggestion. Read more best-selling books with rich emotions, such as Stormy Heights and Love and Jealousy."

Talim moved his lips a few times, sighed and said:

"Well, this can only be a last resort. In my opinion, the relationships in those best-selling stories don't seem to happen between normal human beings."

“I think so too!” Klein agreed.

After exchanging a smile with Talim, he stood up and headed to the underground shooting range to practice his shooting and extraordinary abilities. It was almost noon when he returned to the first floor and headed straight for the cafeteria.

He had noted that today's limited offering was foie gras fried in red wine, served with apple slices and butter-soaked bread.

After getting the food, Klein carried the plate and walked towards the table where Talim was. At this moment, besides Talim, there was another acquaintance of his, the surgeon Allen Kress, who also served as a guarantor and introduced him to the club.

Just after he put down his plate and before he could sit down, Klein suddenly noticed a crutch leaning against the chair of the famous surgeon.

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

Alan, who was tall and thin, with a cold look and wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, tapped his right leg and said:

"No, don't mention it. This is really unlucky! I fell down the stairs and had a serious bone fracture. I can only use plaster to fix it."

“I’m so unlucky.” Klein sighed in agreement, cut a piece of foie gras, dipped it in the sauce and put it in his mouth. The aroma of the fat continued to spread, stimulating every taste bud as it melted as soon as it touched.

"I've been unlucky for a long time." Alan raised his hand to push the frame of his glasses and rubbed his forehead.

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

"Mr. Moriarty, have you ever, ever..."

"What?" Klein asked, looking up.

Alan lowered his voice and said:

"You are a famous detective, so you must know a lot of people, right?"

“Not bad.” Klein said perfunctorily, not understanding what the other party meant.

Alan looked at Talim again, took a breath and said:

"Do you know anyone like a village witch doctor? No, I mean, a fortune teller or a mystic enthusiast with some skills. I think, I feel that my recent bad luck is too abnormal..."

"I know that those are probably fake and a scam, but I can't find any other way to get rid of the bad luck. I tried to pray in church, donate, and attend mass, but nothing worked."

Some skilled fortune tellers or mystic enthusiasts... You seem to be talking about me... Klein pondered:

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

Talim beside him also nodded:

"Don't worry. Although I am a believer in the Lord, I am not opposed to mystical things."

Alan sighed in distress:

"Many, many things, such as mistakes in surgery, a steam train accident while traveling, a thief broke into my house when I got home, and I fell down the stairs when I went to the hospital... Do you think someone is cursing me?"

Well, I've heard Allen mention something similar before... Klein frowned slightly.

As a former Nightwatchman, it was easy for him to associate this description with a sealed object:

Doom puppet!

Similar items? He activated his spiritual vision and asked seriously:

"Alan, think carefully, before those unlucky things happened one after another, did you or your family, um, did your family also encounter bad luck?"

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