The wheels pressed on the tracks, and the horses pulled the carriage, moving forward heavily but steadily, and soon left the street where nothing had happened.

Klein held his cane with a normal expression, and did not get off the tram until it had passed two stops. He walked around for a long time and slowly returned to the place where the demon dog was killed.

He was not looking for the extraordinary characteristics extracted by the other party. The top masters of the church could not have been unaware of this and must have taken it away long ago. He was not investigating the source of the previous hum. So much time had passed, and carriages were running on the streets and people were coming and going. How could there be any clues left? Even if he used divination, he would not get the answer.

Klein's goal was to learn from the subtle details left around the street the characteristics of the seal that could create a strange combat environment, so as to prepare for possible encounters in the future.

This is the performance of the "magician"... He walked under the gray sky, along the street divided by gas lamps, and sighed silently.

The reason why he had to wait two stops before getting off the bus and took a long detour back was because he was worried that there were official Beyonders secretly cleaning up the battlefield at the time, so he tried his best to avoid meeting them.

Klein, who was dressed respectably, holding a cane and wearing a golden watch chain on his lapel, took some time to finally return to the "demon dog's death scene", but there were no corresponding traces left on the street, and passers-by obviously had no idea that a fierce supernatural battle had taken place here.

"That seal is truly magical. It's even more powerful than large-scale hypnosis." Klein activated his spiritual vision and slowed down his pace, like a gentleman who was out for a picnic instead of doing business.

It took him more than half an hour to go through this circle, but his clairvoyance did not yield any results, and there was nothing unusual in the target block.

However, Klein's inspiration still detected something, that is, scope and boundaries.

"When I entered the block and left from the other direction, I had a subtle sense of illusion, as if I had entered from one world into another. In other words, the influence range of the seal can reach at least one block. The upper limit is not clear for the time being. Well, one thing can be confirmed, that is, it only works on extraordinary people." Klein stood outside the target street and nodded thoughtfully. Then he returned again, found a relatively upscale cafe, ordered a cup of Southwell coffee, and sat down by the window.

While drinking the fragrant coffee, he looked at the increasingly bustling streets outside, wondering if there would be any other changes here as time went by.

Unfortunately, what he expected did not happen.

Of course, he did not gain nothing. At least he confirmed one thing, that is, "magicians do not perform unprepared performances" is indeed one of the rules of the performance.

He felt as if the subtle characteristics in his body were being slightly disturbed.

When evening came, Klein stopped observing and took the tram back to Minsk Street.

At this time, the gas street lamps on both sides of the road have all been lit, and the blue flames illuminate the slightly wet concrete ground and the roadside trees with yellow and withered leaves.

Klein, holding a cane, passed outside Attorney Jurgen's house and strolled toward the house at number 15.

As he walked, he suddenly thought of something, that is, the ingredients at home had been used up, and he would not be able to make dinner when he returned!

Um, should I go to the butcher shop, the vegetable shop, or the fruit shop, or find a restaurant to fill my stomach first? Klein hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to be lazy tonight and eat ready-made food.

Although many dishes in this world are quite simple and quick to prepare, and you don't have to spend an hour cooking and five minutes eating, it still requires a certain amount of labor, and you have to wash the plates and knives and forks yourself.

After touching his wallet, Klein turned around and headed in the direction where there were more restaurants in his memory.

He passed by Lawyer Jurgen's house again.

Jurgen stood behind the open bay window, looking at the confused Detective Moriarty, and raised his voice:

"Mr. Moriarty, you, I mean, you forgot to bring your keys again? Or, did you lose your keys?"

Why do you say again? Klein responded with a laugh:

"No, it hasn't."

Jurgen nodded very seriously:

"Why don't you come to my house as a guest?"

"Wait until after dinner, when it's completely dark, before going back."

…Klein hesitated for a second and smiled:

"It's my pleasure."

When he entered, the black cat Brody was licking his paws in the corner. Jurgen went into the kitchen without much greeting.

When Klein hung up his coat and hat, put away his black cane, and walked into the restaurant, food was already on the table, including black steaks and mashed potatoes of the same color.

He was not surprised by this, as this was the cooking style of Lawyer Jurgen's grandmother, Mrs. Doris, when she got older. The food didn't look good, but it was delicious enough.

She is a great chef... Klein sat opposite Jurgen and greeted him with a smile:

"Are you preparing to eat?"

"Yes, before eating, I have the habit of looking at the scenery outside and letting my thoughts run wild without boundaries." Jurgen spread the napkin and picked up the knife and fork.

Klein looked around in confusion and said:

"Where's Mrs. Doris?"

Jurgen sighed and replied seriously, "The weather is getting colder and her old lung problem has reappeared. She has to stay in the hospital for a while."

“May God bless her.” Klein unskillfully drew the triangular holy emblem of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery on his chest.

Then he cut a piece of steak, picked it up with a fork and prepared to put it into his mouth.

At this moment, he suddenly thought of a question and said quickly:

"So, this is the dinner you prepared?"

"Of course, it was done a few minutes ago," Jurgen replied succinctly.

If it wasn’t the cooking of Chef Mrs. Doris, then the appearance… Klein’s mouth twitched. He suppressed the fear in his heart and bit off the small piece of steak on the silver fork, chewing it slowly.

His brows furrowed a little bit, and he finally swallowed the food with all his strength, forcing a smile on his face:

"Why did you prepare two copies in advance?"

"One copy is for my grandma at the hospital." Jurgen looked up at Klein and said, not thinking there was anything wrong with it, "I'll prepare another copy later."

“…So that’s how it is.” For the sake of politeness, Klein took a deep breath and finished the food in front of him in a fighting posture.

When he finished eating, Jurgen still had half of his meal left. The senior lawyer put down his knife and fork temporarily, picked up the tall glass next to him, took a sip of red wine, and asked expressionlessly:

"How do you feel?"

“What’s your favorite dish?”

"I know there is still a big gap between my skills and my grandmother's, but it shouldn't be too exaggerated."

Mr. Lawyer, I suspect that in addition to facial nerve disorders, you also have taste problems... Can't you understand yourself correctly? Klein smiled and moved his head left and right.

“White bread is not bad.”

"That was bought from Dodge Bakery." Jurgen lowered his head again and finished the remaining food.

After drinking the remaining red wine, he thought for a moment and said:

"Detective Moriarty, I want to ask you for a favor. It's a very simple favor."

“What?” Klein continued to drink water.

The mashed potatoes were too salty!

"My grandma is in the hospital recently. Sometimes I may not be home because of a case, so Brody will go hungry." Jurgen looked at the black cat and said, "I would like you to feed Brody, clean his toilet, and play with him for a while when I am not home. He likes people to scratch his chin the most. Well, every night at 10 o'clock, if there is no light in my house and it is dark, you can come in. It will cost 2 soli each time until my grandma comes home."

Klein saw a hint of tenderness on the face of the stern and serious lawyer Jurgen, so he raised the corner of his mouth and said:

"It's a very simple task with a relatively generous reward. I have no reason to refuse."

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at the black cat Brody and smiled at it.

Black Cat Brody slowly turned around and faced him with his back.

Klein's smile froze on his face.

…………

After drinking a lot, Klein said goodbye and left Jurgen's house. He walked slowly back to the house he rented on the street where darkness had completely fallen.

At this time, people who had finished work had returned home and were enjoying their own dinner. There were few pedestrians and carriages on the road, and it was quite quiet.

Walking under the light of the gas street lamp, Klein, who had no urgent desire to go back, walked slower and slower, and the same was true for the black shadow beside his feet.

When he passed by Summer's house, he saw through the bay window that the lights were bright inside, people were walking back and forth, and the sounds of conversation and laughter could be heard faintly.

And right next door, at No. 15 Minsk Street, it was dark and silent.

Klein sighed, quickened his pace, took out his key, and opened the door.

Before going in, he habitually looked at the mailbox and found another letter inside.

Who sent it? Klein took out the letter and glanced at it under the light of the street lamp.

There was no stamp... The handwriting looked like Isengard Stanton's... He nodded slightly, went into the house, closed the door, turned on the light and opened the letter.

In the letter, the great detective Isengard said:

"…I am happy to tell you that the murderer has been found and shot dead on the spot."

"The police department believes that our work is worth at least half of the reward, and it should be sent to me this week. When the time comes, I will invite you and other friends to come over and share the reward."

…

Did Isengard receive the news so quickly? He has a close relationship with the Backlund police department... Well, there is no stamp, which means he asked someone to deliver it directly. The postal system of the Kingdom of Loen is not so efficient. How could a letter sent in the afternoon arrive in the evening? Klein exhaled, put down the letter, and prepared to change his clothes to go out.

The serial murder case was solved, and Backlund's situation eased. He could try to do something.

For example, go to the Brave Bar to find Caspers, contact Maric, and see if this extraordinary person who controls zombies and Miss Sharon have any books in the field of mysticism.

If my guess is correct, they should be defectors from the Rose School. They were formally organized before, so they must know a lot of mystical knowledge. And I have enough money to buy it now! Klein touched his wallet, thinking with some anticipation.

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