At 10 o'clock in the evening, a drizzle began to fall in Backlund again. The light mist made the light of the gas street lamps have a hazy beauty.

Isengard Stanton's assistant Bowen inspected the ground floor and walked to the oriel window, preparing to close the last window.

At this moment, a black shadow jumped in and landed steadily on the protruding wall.

This is actually a blue short-haired stray cat!

Bowen saw the other party's big, round yellow eyes looking at him, and couldn't help but chuckle:

“There’s no food here.”

Because detective work can easily lead to retaliation and involves many secrets that need to be hidden, the cooks and servants in Isengard Stanton's home are all hourly workers who only come for a fixed few hours every day and do not prepare too much food at one time, which makes it difficult for them to retain food after dinner.

The blue short-haired cat opened its mouth, but did not make a meowing sound. Instead, it spoke like a human:

"My name is Sherlock Moriarty, and I want to see Mr. Isengard Stanton.

“……” Although Bowen is an extraordinary person trained by the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, his own sequence is not very high and he does not have much experience. This is the first time he has encountered a talking cat. He is inevitably shocked and dazed for a moment.

After several seconds, he regained consciousness and recalled what the blue short-haired cat had just said:

It said...it said it was Sherlock Moriarty?

This great detective is really not a simple person!

He can actually turn into a cat, no, control a cat!

This ability is so weird and terrifying!

Bowen quickly calmed down, did not directly answer the blue short-haired cat, and reached out to close the glass window.

After doing all this, he lowered his voice and said:

"Come with me."

The blue short-haired cat immediately jumped down from the platform behind the bay window, and walked swiftly behind Bowen with its tail raised, following him all the way to the second floor and watching him knock on the door of Isengard Stanton's bedroom.

"What's the matter?" Eisinger, who was wearing light-striped pajamas, opened the door and asked.

He was enjoying a bedtime tobacco.

Bowen pointed cautiously at the blue short-haired cat squatting beside him and said:

"Mr. Sherlock Moriarty is looking for you."

Isengard, with gray hair on his temples and a thin face, raised his eyebrows slightly, looked down, took two steps back, and let the blue short-haired cat swagger into his bedroom.

"Go back to your room and sleep. Get up on time tomorrow. We still have a case to investigate." Isengard instructed Bowen as if nothing had happened.

After the assistant left, he closed the door, turned his head to look at the blue short-haired cat squatting next to the armchair, and chuckled:

"I didn't expect you to have this extraordinary ability. I was worried that you would come directly over."

"I noticed the exclamation mark." The blue short-haired cat said with a smile.

I have to say that this expression on a cat's face is quite incongruous, and it will make the witness feel a chill down the spine and the hair stand on end.

Isengard did not react unusually to this. He took a puff of his pipe, sat down in the armchair, slowly exhaled the air with enjoyment, and said with a smile:

"I trust your wisdom."

"Thank you for the compliment." The blue short-haired cat politely extended its paw and saluted.

Isengard looked at it, stroking his pipe and smiling as he said:

"You should already understand what happened.

"Although that group of people dare not monitor very strictly, fearing that I would discover them and tell the Church of Night and the Church of Steam, hehe, once they are exposed, they will also be in big trouble. But I believe that there must be demigods among them. This is both my reasoning and the conclusion that some feedback has told me. After all, I have lived on this street for many years.

"So, humans and animals will not be prevented from entering my house. You have already thought of this. But when you leave, they will inevitably be followed. How can you get rid of them? Well... the amount of money is not small. It will be very conspicuous to take it out.

"Let me think about it. Are you planning to communicate with me and have me deposit the money into a designated bank account, and then have you find a number of people to withdraw the money in batches and simultaneously at different locations outside of Backlund?"

At this point, Isengard laughed at himself and said:

“This is the best solution I can think of, but it will be very cumbersome to operate.”

The blue short-haired cat did not give a direct answer, but laughed softly:

"I just need you to lend me an empty room and three candles."

"No problem." Isengard Stanton did not ask any further questions, but instead said, "The price of this share transfer is 12,000 gold pounds. The buyer is Earl Hall's daughter Audrey. Well, it cost a total of 600 pounds to hire a lawyer and an accounting team and place an advertisement. In addition, 0.5% stamp duty and 20% Class D income tax were paid, leaving 8,940 pounds."

Category D taxes refer to income taxes on commercial, financial and specialized industry income.

I still have to pay taxes... More than two thousand pounds are gone in an instant... The blue short-haired cat's expression was a little dull for a moment.

Klein used to be a night watchman, and his salary did not need to pay personal income tax. Later, he became a private detective, and his income was difficult to monitor, so he never took the initiative to report taxes. Later, he became an adventurer, because there were preferential bounties on pirates, and he did not need to pay taxes, and he had no awareness of this. Therefore, even though Isengard Stanton mentioned the issue of taxes last time, he did not take it to heart, and did not think it would be much. As a result, reality gave him a hard blow.

As for why no tax was paid on the last equity transaction, it was because the Loen government encouraged initial investment in inventions and creations and provided corresponding tax exemptions.

After a brief silence, the blue short-haired cat's whiskers twitched twice and said:

“Okay, you give me the cash and, uh, move it to the empty room.

"Is the cash all right?"

"I've checked. They won't do anything tricky in this regard. This is an insult to my intelligence." Isengard stood up with his pipe and said, "Remember to send me a signed confirmation of the transaction and mail it to me later."

"It's on the way." The blue short-haired cat responded preparedly.

Isengard then walked to the safe in the master bedroom, opened it with the combination and key, then pulled out stacks of cash and stuffed them into different briefcases.

Then, he took the briefcases, left the master bedroom and entered the guest bedroom diagonally opposite.

"Count them," Isengard said to the blue short-haired cat that followed him as he put down the briefcases filled with cash.

"I believe you." said the blue short-haired cat after looking at it for a few seconds.

Isengard nodded and pointed to the cabinet.

"There are candles in it."

After saying this, he retreated to the door, grabbed the handle, and said with a smile:

"I'm really curious about how you'll leave... I think it will be a wonderful 'magic'."

With a click, Isengard Stanton closed the door, making the guest bedroom quiet and deserted again.

A figure wearing a dark red coat and an old tricorn hat quickly appeared next to the blue short-haired cat. It was Klein's secret doll, the "ghost" Senior.

He took out a candle and quickly set up a simple altar, skipping all the preparatory steps and directly chanted in a low voice in Elvish:

"The patron of the sea and the spirit world, the protector of the Rorsted Archipelago, the ruler of the creatures on the seabed, the master of tsunamis and storms, the great Kalvetuva.

“Your faithful servant begs for your gaze;

“I pray that you will accept his offering;

“Please open the gates of your kingdom.”

The sound of the wind in the spiritual wall suddenly became violent. Senior quickly scratched the skin on the back of his hand with his fingernails, splashing out drops of blood.

As a Sequence 5 "Ghost", everything on him is equivalent to a material rich in spirituality!

The strong wind sucked away the blood and poured it into the candle flame that symbolized the "Sea God" Kalvetuwa, causing it to expand and transform into an illusory door full of magical signs and symbolic symbols.

After about ten seconds, the door made a heavy creaking sound and slowly opened little by little.

Senior immediately picked up the briefcases containing cash one by one and threw them into the illusory gate.

When there was nothing left, a gold coin in his body flew out and fell onto the altar.

The figure of this "ghost" then disappeared and projected onto the smooth part of the gold coin.

The gold coins staggered and flew up, following the briefcase in front of it, and entered the illusory sacrificial door.

Silently, the mysterious door closed and the three candles returned to normal.

At this moment, the blue short-haired cat seemed to have found itself again. It looked around blankly and made meowing sounds.

After a while, Isengard opened the door and found that the briefcases containing the banknotes were all gone. Only three candles were left burning quietly, and only the blue short-haired cat was left with its back arched vigilantly.

While he was staring at this scene, a horse-drawn van drove past the fork in the street at a moderate speed.

…………

On the same night, inside a building in Cherwood District.

Xio returned home in the drizzle. While wiping his hair with a towel, he said to Fors:

"Your letter has been sent."

Fors said "hmm" and secretly wondered when the teacher would reply.

At this time, Xio put down the towel and said casually:

"There's news about Mr. X's party. It's at the same place as before, on Friday night."

Very good, I can tell Mr. World now! I don’t know how much I need to pay for it… Fors’ eyes lit up when she heard this.

Before she could ask for details, Xio added:

"Mr. X also gave me a task that is said to be well-paid. Um, tell him about the people you know who have abnormal luck."

"Someone with abnormal luck?" Fors whispered doubtfully, "Is there something wrong with this gentleman's brain? Who would reveal the situation around him at a party like this? It would be easy for people to discover his true identity."

"Who knows? Maybe he's really a madman." Xio didn't know anyone with abnormal luck, so he responded nonchalantly.

Fors thought about it carefully for a while, but still didn't understand the real purpose of this task. He could only put it aside and wait for Xio to take a shower. Then he would pray to Mr. Fool and pass the corresponding information to Gehrman Sparrow of The World.