The figure in the mirror was clear, but the woman in the black court dress was no longer there, as if she had never appeared.

Klein quietly activated his spiritual vision, but found nothing.

I didn't hire a female ghost as my bodyguard, did I? This is even weirder than a female ghost... At least psychic vision can see ghosts... Klein thoughtfully touched the Azik copper whistle in his pocket, only to find that it was still cool and icy, with no additional changes.

It's not affected by the copper whistle... It seems it's not a dead soul... But I can't be sure. The copper whistle was buried with me, but the dead around me didn't show any abnormalities... Because those buried in the cemetery have all been comforted by priests and bishops? When does it work and when doesn't it work... After the ambassador's business is over, if I'm still alive, I'll go to the cemetery to do some experiments and try to figure out the scope and limitations. I can't always carry a time bomb... Klein washed his face and turned to walk out of the bathroom.

He had just picked up the newspaper in the living room and was about to go to the living room or bedroom to read it when he suddenly heard the doorbell ring.

Amid the clanking sounds, Klein suddenly tensed up, put on a coat made of various materials with extreme caution, and walked towards the door.

He clearly remembered that danger would come in the next few days!

After standing behind the door and waiting for a while, Klein's mind naturally emerged with the scene outside.

The red moon was looming in the sky, and the elegant gas street lamps on both sides of the street illuminated the wet road. A boy in an old coat stood there, his bright red eyes deep and a little confused.

Ian Wright? How did he appear? Isn't this the scene I saw in my dream divination? Is this a sign of impending danger? Klein opened the door and took two steps back cautiously.

"Detective Moriarty." Ian took off his brown bowler hat and bowed. "I'm here to say sorry. I'm sorry for getting you involved in such a dangerous incident."

Klein frowned slightly and said:

"The best thing you should do is go to the police station."

Ian looked around and said with his head down:

"I just got out of MI9."

Huh? Is this the name of that special military department? Klein made way and pointed to the living room.

"Maybe we could talk."

I at least need to know what happened that put me in such a passive situation... He sighed in his heart.

Ian didn't hesitate and followed Klein into the living room and sat in the same seat as last time.

Just as he was about to speak, Klein suddenly added:

"If what you want to say will put me in greater danger, then don't say it."

"No, everything is almost over." Ian was calm and composed beyond his age.

Klein breathed a sigh of relief and asked doubtfully:

"So, what happened?"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw a figure appear on the convex window glass opposite the living room: a woman wearing a black court dress, long blond hair tied in a bun, blue eyes, delicate features, and a pale face. It was the woman who had greeted Klein in the wash mirror before.

The woman seemed to have found an imaginary high-back chair and sat down, supporting her right elbow with her left palm and supporting her cheek with her right hand, pretending to listen without any expression.

...Klein didn’t know how to react for a moment.

At this time, Ian, who was silent for a few seconds, whispered:

"In fact, Detective Zrel is a spy for the Feysac Empire. He adopted several homeless children and taught them the skills of gathering intelligence, including me."

So that's how it is... I'm involved in a major espionage case... Klein suddenly realized.

Ian stared at the coffee table and continued:

"We have the advantage of age. We are often not noticed by others, so we can collect a lot of useful information. Two weeks ago, I accidentally found the clue of the Helmothuein manuscript."

"Hermothuin?" Klein felt that the last name sounded familiar.

Ian looked up at him and explained:

"Turani von Helmothuein, the greatest scientist since Emperor Roselle, a mathematician, mechanic, and the father of the second generation difference engine."

It turned out to be him! Klein immediately remembered the relevant introduction:

This is not only a great scientist, but also a crazy scientist. He believes that humans have essential flaws and can only obtain the ultimate truth with the help of machines. He loves eating sweets and seems to use it as his own energy source. He disappeared mysteriously while researching the third-generation difference engine and is an important figure that various countries are trying to find.

"His manuscript? The manuscript involving the third-generation difference engine?" Klein asked tentatively.

The Difference Engine is a mechanical device used for calculations that can effectively improve the efficiency of scientific research and various engineering projects. In Klein's view, this is an alternative computer in the steam age. Of course, it currently only has computing capabilities.

Ian shook his head and said:

"I don't know. I haven't actually seen it. Maybe there are some relevant ideas."

He paused and told the story again:

"I reported this to Detective Zreal, and he was very happy. He asked me to follow up on that clue and he immediately reported it to his superiors."

"It took me some time to finally locate the manuscript, but I was afraid of danger, so I didn't go and steal it directly. I decided to return to Detective Zerel. Then, it happened as I told you. Detective Zerel's home was broken into, and many of the small mechanisms were not restored. He also didn't respond to my contact request, and the Zmanger Party even tried to capture me..."

"With your help, I was able to confirm the death of Detective Zreal and retrieve a denture from his body, um, after we parted ways."

"Detective Zreal told me that there is a way to contact his superiors in an emergency engraved on the inside of that denture, a way that even he himself doesn't know. It will only be removed if an emergency occurs."

Klein nodded slightly and said:

"So you sent the telegram?"

Ian showed a rare look of surprise and said:

"The MI9 people told you?"

"No, a friend of mine happened to see you on White Rum Street." Klein made up an excuse.

"Yeah." Ian nodded dejectedly. "I contacted Detective Zrel's superior in Backlund via telegram, and agreed on the time, place and method of the meeting in cipher text. But soon, I was found by the Zmanger Party. No, to be more precise, it was the intelligence personnel of Intis. This is what the people from MI9 told me."

"Luckily, the MI9 arrived in time and the two sides got into a melee. I took the opportunity to escape."

"But this afternoon when I met with Detective Zreal's boss, I was ambushed by Intis intelligence agents again and was unfortunately captured by them. I was very afraid of death, so I told them everything I knew. However, they did not keep their promise and still wanted to kill me. At this time, MI9 finally came to us."

At times like this, you're just like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy... Klein was just sighing when he suddenly thought of a question from Ian's words:

When he discovered that there were some seemingly important items left on Zreal's body and that they were successfully taken away by Ian, he just thought that the level of the extraordinary person on the other side was not high and his strength was not good enough, and the effect of "spiritual communication" was not good, so he failed to get much useful information, and thus made mistakes.

However, after confirming that the ambassador had a mid-sequence person of the "Fortune Teller" path, the matter became very strange. With such a powerful "spiritual communication", it was impossible for the denture to not be discovered.

The body was dumped in such a remote and hard-to-find place, and it didn't seem like a set trap.

Combined with Ian's description just now, the answer is obvious.

Klein nodded and said:

"Have you ever thought that there are traitors around Zreal's superiors, traitors who have defected to the Intis Intelligence Agency?"

"That's why Zreal was exposed and died after getting the clue to the manuscript, and that's why you were ambushed."

It was precisely because Ambassador Intis knew the situation of Zreal's boss that he didn't pay much attention to the emergency contact information engraved on the inside of the denture!

Zreal’s report to his boss directly led to his accident!

Ian was stunned for a moment, and after a long while he clenched his fists in frustration and tried to remain calm and said:

"I didn't think of that. You are such an excellent detective..."

He exhaled quietly and began to describe:

"I also told MI9 the whereabouts of the manuscript and everything else. They mentioned your experience in passing. Ha, they didn't even suspect that I was lying, nor did they send anyone to watch over me. They all went to grab the manuscript. However, under that kind of pressure, no one could lie."

Having said that, Ian stood up and bowed deeply.

"Please allow me to say sorry again."

"I'm sorry for getting you involved in this matter. Actually, you don't have to hide anything for me."

Klein understood the whole story and smiled:

"No, in this matter, it was mainly my own fault that led to my current situation."

As he listened, he reviewed the whole thing based on Ian's description and his reflections over the past few days and confirmed that he had made two mistakes:

"I found out that Ian's case was a bit complicated, but I still accepted the commission. There was no problem with that. At that time, I just felt that it would involve gangs, and at most one or two Beyonders who dared not be exposed in the shadows. The divination lacked sufficient information, and the result was a failure... This is within the scope of what I can solve. Normally, there won't be any trouble. Maybe I can take the opportunity to contact Backlund's Beyonders."

"After finding Zreal's body and confirming that the water was deep, considering the sensitivity of my own identity, I immediately and decisively withdrew and let Ian handle the follow-up himself. This was even more problem-free and a very prudent choice."

"One of the mistakes I made was that I didn't admit my mistake when Meursault came to my house and told him about Ian. But at the time, I just thought they were gangsters and the Beyonders behind them. Who knew they would involve someone like Ambassador Intis? What I didn't expect was that Meursault was so reckless. After failing to complete the mission, he didn't threaten or intimidate me, didn't follow any other procedures, and went straight to my house to kill and communicate with the spirit. He didn't give me a chance to regret, and my situation worsened as a result."

"So, this is not a very subjective or serious mistake."

"The mistake that really put me in such a passive position was a small mistake at the very beginning. When I rented a house and accepted the commission in the name of Sherlock Moriarty, I did not disguise myself!"

"This is why I didn't dare to run away after my Beyonder identity was exposed to the ambassador. Even if I showed fear and panic, and made MI9 and the police think that my escape was a natural thing, I still didn't dare to run away. I was afraid that the ambassador would not be able to find someone to retaliate against, and would casually mention it to the authorities. Based on my experience as a Night Watcher, most 'law enforcers' are hostile to uncontrolled Beyonders. They will definitely not ignore me just because of my low Sequence and will definitely launch an investigation."

"When the time comes, my appearance will be clear evidence. I will be hunted down by the high-sequence masters of the Goddess Church because I am involved in a Level 0 Sealed Artifact and have resurrected from the dead."

"We can't rely on the other party to suddenly forget or not take it to heart. We must prepare for the worst in advance. If we wait until the ambassador takes some action before responding, it will definitely be too late. Whether it's assassination, finding bodyguards, or buying items, it takes enough time."

"Only if the ambassador dies and his assistant dies as well, or if we shift our focus to investigating the cause of the ambassador's death, can I resolve this hidden danger. His assistant has no official status and cannot have direct contact with the authorities. He will definitely not go to the trouble of reporting a mere Sequence 9, or at most Sequence 8, guy who is nowhere to be found."

"Of course, his death is the best outcome. Then there will be no hidden dangers."

"Compared to asking Mr. Azik for help, being brought back into the sight of 0-08, and being hunted down by high-sequence experts, assassinating the ambassador is the simplest option... If it fails, I can only bear one of these two results..."

"Ah, everything started from a small oversight at the beginning. I just thought that since I was in a metropolis with a population of more than 5 million and no one knew me, and I had to avoid the Nighthawks, there was no need to disguise myself every day. This would make it easier for people to find out the problem. As a result, I had to pay more than 10,000 gold pounds for such a small mistake, and it might not be solved..."

"He's just like a clown. He makes a mistake, which causes a chain reaction. Then he struggles hard to balance himself to please the audience..."

"This is my lack of experience. This is the first time I've been a 'fugitive' in my entire two lives."

"Once this matter is completely resolved, it won't be that dangerous to reveal my identity as a Beyonder. They will only think that I got the potion when I was looking for a bodyguard recently, instead of suspecting my origins. Of course, I have to get used to wearing glasses and growing a beard, so that people around me can gradually get used to my new image. When they ask me about me in the future, they can only think of this image."

After figuring out the whole thing, Klein's smile became more obvious, and it made Ian feel weird.

"I should go now. I'm going to disappear for a while, or I'll probably end up in jail." Ian put on his hat, said goodbye and left.

Klein did not stop him. He watched him disappear into the crimson moonlight. The lady in the oriel window had disappeared without a trace.