Someone sneaked in? Klein didn't sit up immediately. He just turned sideways, put his right palm under the pillow, and quietly grasped the "Death Knell" revolver. At the same time, he slowly stretched out the five fingers of his left hand, allowing the "Creeping Hunger" to be activated.
Knowing that it would be difficult to find food for the "Creeping Hunger" after returning to Backlund, he sneaked into the prison in Conant City in Desi Bay in advance, found a death row inmate, confirmed the crime, and fed the glove.
The people from the Rose School have targeted me? No, it can't be that fast. Besides, if it were them, they would definitely not rush to my door, but wait for an opportunity to strike when I pass a remote place, so as not to alert the official forces of Backlund... I donated too much at the Moon Mass, and was targeted by criminals? Well, a wealthy foreigner who has just come to Backlund and is generous is indeed easy to become a target... Of course, it could also be that the Nighthawks are doing routine inspections... As Klein was thinking about this, he heard a small noise coming from the large balcony of the semi-open room next door.
Then, the lock core made a slight sound and the floor-to-ceiling window was opened almost silently.
Klein listened carefully and detected footsteps passing through the semi-open room and entering the corridor.
After a slight pause, the footsteps moved towards the master bedroom, then passed by and turned the doorknob of the valet's room.
Did he go to the wrong place? Or was he here to find Richardson? Klein's mind moved, and he loosened his grip on the Death Knell revolver and reached for the iron cigarette box not far away.
After he removed the "spiritual wall", an illusory figure wearing a dark red coat and an old tricorn hat instantly appeared beside him and walked into the full-length mirror.
When Senior, the "ghost" doll, jumped onto the glass window of Richardson's room, he just saw a figure with brown skin, soft features and black hair walking out of the room, while Richardson sat silently on the edge of the bed, leaning forward with his back arched, as if blending into the darkness.
His expression was sometimes fearful, sometimes embarrassed, sometimes showing weakness, and finally fell silent.
Sure enough, he came to look for Richardson... His appearance and characteristics are similar to those of the southern continent... He is agile and skilled, so he should not be an ordinary person... Is this a friend that Richardson met when he was in the manor in the southern continent, or is it a relationship on his mother's side? Richardson is just a personal servant with an annual salary of 35 pounds. Is there anything he can help with? Klein made guesses in his mind while observing with the help of Senior's perspective.
At this moment, he suddenly understood why Richardson was good at observation and liked to look at the passers-by on the balcony.
He was afraid of being found by someone!
I hope it’s not a big problem and won’t affect my plan... I’ll do a divination later... If Richardson can’t always solve the problem, I’ll have to find an excuse to fire him... Klein saw that the valet had lay down again, so he took back the “Grievous Soul” doll.
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At the same time, Leonard Mitchell, who lived at 7 Pinster Street, once again entered the sleeping Backlund shrouded in fog.
He had previously questioned Mike Joseph, a reporter from the Daily Observer, in his dream and concluded that Sherlock Moriarty was not actively involved in the Lanevus incident, but was hired to participate. This made the other party's suspicion drop sharply.
If this great detective had not appeared on the edge of the Capin incident and had a close relationship with Emlyn White of the Harvest Church, Leonard Mitchell would have wanted to give up the investigation and continue to track down Ince Zangwill's whereabouts.
Because Sherlock Moriarty didn't have many good friends in the Krag Club, one had died in the Prince Edsac incident, and the other was reporter Mike Joseph, so Leonard's current target was only one: Dr. Alan Chris.
"From the internal information, this doctor was also involved in an extraordinary incident involving a 'monster' path... After the items were swapped, he no longer had bad luck and nightmares, and his life returned to normal... Oh, most of the people Sherlock Moriarty knows are involved in extraordinary things. This detective must be no simple person..." Leonard thought as he rang the doorbell that symbolized Alan Criss' dream.
Entering the dream, he found a sofa and sat down at random, looking at Dr. Allen opposite him and said:
"Please tell me in detail how you and Sherlock Moriarty met."
Alan in the dream did not hide anything. He started from when Mrs. Mary introduced Sherlock Moriarty to join the Krag Club and he was invited to be the recommender, and continued until the great detective suggested that he tell the bishop of the Church of the Goddess of Night about the unusual things he encountered.
Just as described in the information, Sherlock Moriarty was very friendly to the official forces and had the endorsement of Isengard Stanton... Leonard glanced at the bearded Sherlock manifested by Dr. Allen, retracted his gaze, and continued to listen.
Allen finished explaining the relevant matters in detail and said at the end:
“He went on holiday south and never came back, and I was always worried.
"However, he is a wise and caring detective. I think nothing will go wrong with him. I hope he can make it to the celebration party after my child is born."
“Maybe…” Leonard suspected that Sherlock Moriarty would never return to Backlund.
He then politely said his goodbyes and walked out of Dr. Allen's dream.
After walking a few steps forward, he subconsciously looked back and saw that in the house with a garden, hazy light balls representing dreams were intertwined and filled the entire space. There was no problem at all.
Is it my illusion? I always feel that something has changed in me... Leonard whispered and turned to fly towards Pinster Street.
As far as he could see, the fog below was thick and the gas street lamps were dim and pale.
Suddenly, Leonard stopped flying and turned his gaze towards a building.
Inside the house, five or six hazy balls of light were floating quietly, no different from the other surrounding buildings.
However, in Leonard's inspiration, there seemed to be a black mass in the room that absorbed all the light.
And he found that he didn't recognize this neighborhood or this street.
He felt a palpitation in his heart and wondered if he had seen something he shouldn't have seen. He quickly retracted his gaze and prepared to leave here and rush to where his body was.
At this moment, a teasing voice sounded from the ordinary-looking building:
"Why don't you come in and have a cup of tea?"
All the thoughts in Leonard's mind exploded instantly, and he flew at high speed without thinking.
In his mind, the townhouses and garden buildings behind him grew bigger one by one, and the doors and windows turned into mouths, biting towards him!
The iron-black gas lamp poles nearby grew upwards, turning the surroundings into a steel jungle, as if trying to block Leonard.
Leonard did not stop or look back, he just felt the chill on his back becoming more and more obvious and intense!
His body gradually became stiff, as if it was being grasped by countless invisible hands.
Just when he thought he could not hold on any longer, the familiar houses, familiar windows and familiar lights all came into his sight.
Leonard held his breath, fell suddenly, and fell into his own dream!
Huh... He woke up suddenly, covered in cold sweat.
"Old man, what on earth did I just encounter?" Leonard asked fearfully, retracting his legs from the edge of the desk.
The slightly old voice in his mind responded after a few seconds:
"I don't know."
Leonard's eyes half dropped and he didn't ask any more questions.
He immediately looked out the window, and saw Backlund was lit up everywhere at night, peaceful and quiet.
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160 Böklund Street, inside Dwayne Dantes' residence.
"Sir, Ms. Vahana Haysen is here." Richardson entered the room and said to Klein.
Hearing this, Klein put down the newspaper, raised his head, and glanced at his personal valet. He found that he was still taciturn, silent, introverted, and timid, without any abnormality.
If it weren't for the divination result, it would be fine... Firing him rashly would easily arouse suspicion... Klein muttered silently, stood up as if nothing had happened, and asked Richardson to help him put on his coat.
A quarter of an hour later, he hugged his etiquette teacher Vahana Haisen and learned another dance commonly used in social occasions.
"I feel like I'll be out of a job in a few days." After a while, Wahana implicitly praised Dwayne Dantès' progress and said, "But you're still a little reserved. Although you don't need to be as close to ladies as Intis men, you don't have to keep a certain distance all the time. Occasional contact is normal. You look too stiff and rigid now."
Klein pulled the other person closer and responded with a smile:
"I'm afraid of being disrespectful."
Does this mean that getting too close to a lady is impolite? Does it also mean that I am very attractive and he will be embarrassed if I get too close? This is a subtle compliment... Wahana thought about it and smiled:
"You've learned well."
The dance continued. Klein glanced at Wahana Haisen's face and asked gently as if he was chatting casually:
"Ma'am, you seem troubled?"
Vahana lowered her head and smiled:
“It’s not a big problem, my husband is a businessman and he had a little trouble with some people recently, but we were able to work it out.
"Well, your question just now was too direct. Before you both have established a friendship, try not to ask someone what happened to them, unless she has already made it very obvious."
Compared to you, who have been in and out of different upper-class families and know many ladies, the wealthy businessman who just arrived in Backlund really doesn’t have many connections... Klein nodded slightly and said with a smile:
"I thought we were no longer strangers."
He immediately changed the subject and talked about his own experiences and the neighbors around him. Wahana listened and responded a few words, allowing Klein to better understand the characteristics and preferences of his neighbors.
After Wahana left, Klein stood at the door for a long time, then turned his head and said to the butler:
“Walter, find out what trouble Ms. Wahana is in. If she can’t solve it, we will provide help in time.”