Early Tuesday morning, the weather remained as chilly and gloomy as is common for this season.

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

He was going to the mailbox at the end of the street to deliver a letter to Detective Stuart. The journey was not far, so there was no need to dress so neatly and thickly. However, Klein had just recovered from a cold, so to be on the safe side, he wrapped himself up tightly.

Perhaps because of the strong wind last night, the air in Backlund was unexpectedly good. Klein subconsciously slowed down his pace and enjoyed this rare morning.

When he passed by Yurgen's house, he heard the bay window creaking open and instinctively turned his head to look over.

Standing at the window was Mrs. Doris, who was wearing a black plush hat and a thick gray-blue scarf. She looked worse than before and her figure became more hunched.

"Good morning, Detective Moriarty, thank you for taking care of Brody during this time. 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, he jumped down and landed lightly on the windowsill.

But it did not leave. Instead, it circled around there, rubbing its head and body against Mrs. Doris without even looking at Klein.

Was this a cat that gave him the nice guy card? Klein laughed at himself and said,

"This is a happy thing, and what makes us even happier is that you, Mrs. Doris, have finally recovered and been discharged from the hospital."

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

He had only taken a few steps when he heard Mrs. Doris shouting behind him:

"When Jurgen comes back, I'll ask him to give you the reward!"

...Do I look like I took this mission just for the money? Klein's smile suddenly froze. He could only half turn around and wave his hand, indicating that he understood.

As they got away from Jurgen's house, his expression gradually became solemn, and he sighed faintly.

He had just used his psychic vision to look at the color of Mrs. Doris's aura and found that the situation was not very good. This was because she was older and also because Backlund's cold climate and bad air had a very bad effect on lung diseases.

Mrs. Doris should be able to survive this late fall and cold winter, but it’s hard to say what will happen to the next one, or the one after that... If she wants to live a few more years, she’ll probably have to move south, to the area around Disi Bay... It’s a pity that Lawyer Jurgen probably doesn’t have the conditions yet... I haven’t even been to Disi Bay yet... Klein muttered a few words, found the mailbox, and stuffed the letter in.

This will be the prelude to the show.

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

After buying a Dixie pie for breakfast, Klein returned the same way, quite leisurely.

Before he even got close to the door of his house, he saw an elegantly decorated carriage parked outside. Two ladies wearing black hats with ribbons were anxiously ringing the doorbell, while maids and bodyguards were scattered around, as if they were on guard against something.

Mrs. Starling...Mrs. Mary...Do they have something to ask for? It seems urgent...Klein took the paper bag of Dixie's pies, moved closer, and laughed:

"Ladies, this should be breakfast time."

Turning around and seeing that it was Detective Sherlock Moriarty, Lady Mary was obviously relieved:

"Detective, you have to help me."

In Klein's spiritual vision, the other party's anxiety, nervousness, and fear were not false at all, so he nodded and pointed at the door and said:

"Let's talk inside."

While speaking, he glanced at the landlady, Starling, and found that her state was completely different from the previous two days. She became very depressed and seemed to have no interest in anything.

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

After entering, before she even sat down, Lady Mary couldn't wait to say:

"Detective Moriarty, I received a threatening letter!"

Threatening letter? Klein put down the Dixie pie and clasped his hands together.

"What was the content of the letter?"

Madam Mary glanced at Mrs. Starling and saw that she was not as enthusiastic as usual, so she had to think for herself and said:

"That letter asked me to treat the factory smoke fairly and acknowledge their contribution when conducting an air pollution survey. Otherwise, I would end up like the doll that came with the letter...

"The doll's head had been removed and its arms and legs were broken off."

Lady Mary seemed to recall the feeling when she opened the letter, and said in a trembling voice:

"This is the first time I have encountered something like this. I don't know if it will become a reality. I don't know what it means to be a member of the investigation committee. I don't know..."

Madam, perhaps Emperor Roselle once said that there are only two extreme kinds of hatred between people. One is to murder the other person's parents, and the other is to destroy someone else's ability to make money... Klein nodded seriously and said:

"My advice is, call the police."

In his opinion, Lady Mary is now a member of the Kingdom's Air Pollution Investigation Committee, and her status and position are completely different from before. The police department will certainly not take the threats she has suffered lightly.

Moreover, this involves the formulation of important policies of the kingdom, which is not an ordinary matter, so the police department will most likely hand the case over to the church's Extraordinary Organization, in an effort to solve the case as quickly as possible.

Based on the identity of a believer of the goddess Lady Mary, the Night Watchman is the inevitable choice.

This way, even if Klein wanted to get a share of the reward, he wouldn't be involved.

"I've already done that, but it doesn't make me feel at ease." Lady Mary pursed her lips and said, "Do you know what they said? They said the threatening letter was made up of words cut from newspapers, and the doll was the kind that can be bought anywhere, so it would be difficult to find the sender in a short time! And they only planned to send one policeman to protect me! Goddess, is this how they treat a helpless citizen asking for help?"

Madam Mary paused, 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, and Talim's compliments. And I know that you have also made outstanding contributions in that serial murder case. Don't worry, I will pay you a generous enough reward."

Your words make me feel happy, but something seems wrong...

Unless the police department has been bribed, they should transfer the case to the Night Watchers. With extraordinary means such as divination, the letter made up of words from the newspaper cannot evade detection at all. The sender has either been caught or has a way to interfere with divination... and the latter will lead to the formal and large-scale intervention of the Night Watchers...

In either case, it is different from the current treatment...

Klein did not answer Madam Mary immediately. He carefully analyzed the abnormality of this incident.

The living room suddenly became unusually quiet, and the feeling of silence made Madam Mary and Mrs. Starling inexplicably feel uneasy.

Klein took out a coin at some point and let it jump and tumble between his fingers. This seemed to be his habitual action when he was concentrating on thinking.

Suddenly, the coin flew up, then fell steadily into the palm of my hand, with the back facing up.

Klein was surprised. He had divined whether this matter was dangerous, but the answer was no.

If there really was such a threat, even if the sender had almost no power, it could still cause some danger. It wouldn't be completely... just a simple threat? Or... Klein suddenly thought of another possibility and smiled:

"Mrs. Mary, don't be nervous. Just go back without worry. If someone comes to you in the next two days to discuss putting this matter in the newspaper, so that the public can recognize the true face of those factory owners and ignite the public's anger, then you will be fine."

What Klein was thinking just now might be that this threatening letter incident was a trap, a trap set by himself in order to incite the people and use their anger to make the investigation of air pollution go smoothly and make the subsequent bill beneficial to himself.

And that explains why the police department is reacting the way it is.

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

Klein responded with a smile:

"That's my reasoning."

"What if what you said doesn't happen within two days?" Lady Mary asked.

Klein said sincerely:

"Then I will provide protection."

There’s no danger anyway… he added in his mind.

After comforting Madam Mary, he went above the gray fog to confirm and got the same result as before.

By this time, his Dixie pie had gone cold...

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Madam Mary returned home feeling somewhat nervous and uneasy, wondering whether she should ask Starlin to come over and stay with her for a few days.

Just then, her housekeeper told her that Mr. Hibbert Hall, the eldest son of Earl Hall and chief secretary of the Air Pollution Investigation Committee, was visiting.

After both parties entered the living room, before Lady Mary could speak, the handsome gentleman with brilliant blond hair spoke first:

“Madam Mary, I heard about your experience. This is a shame for Backlund and even the entire kingdom. I am deeply sorry and sympathetic.

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

"Thank you for your concern," Lady Mary responded gratefully.

Hibbert Hall considered for a moment and said:

"Madam, I want to find a reporter to interview this matter, and tell everyone about your experience and your despicable deeds, so that the public can see how rampant those who polluted Backlund's air are! There is no remorse at all!

"Please agree to my request."

This... is exactly the same as what Detective Moriarty described... Lady Mary was speechless for a moment.

…………

After breakfast and a short rest, Klein, who had nothing else to do, went above the gray fog and prepared to divine the origin of the biological toxin bottle.

This time, he didn't delay at all.

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