Green Park Street, West End.

Klein, who had a light beard around his mouth, wore gold-rimmed glasses, held a half-top hat and a black cane. He followed Logo Carloman into the spacious and bright living room.

A huge crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling here, and the walls, corners and tables are decorated with various golden reliefs and ornaments, making the overall look gorgeous, exquisite and luxurious.

“As expected of a jeweler, a jeweler living in the West District…” Klein glanced at the oil paintings next to him and sighed inwardly.

Every time Logo took a step, the fat on his body would shake, making people maliciously guess when his clothes and pants would tear.

But it was clear that as a jeweller he had enough money to buy the finest quality clothing.

"Detective Moriarty, this is my child, Atlus." Logo stopped at the edge of the carpet and pointed at the boy of about fifteen or sixteen sitting on the single sofa.

Because every fireplace in the house had been lit and metal pipes were used to transmit heat, the living room was quite warm. Klein wanted to take off all his clothes except for a shirt and a pair of trousers. However, the boy was wrapped in a thick fur coat and had a blanket on his legs that looked very hot.

At this moment, he was lowering his head, hugging himself tightly, shivering constantly, and his dark blue hair seemed to have lost its luster.

Logo glanced at him anxiously and whispered:

"Atrus, this is Detective Moriarty who will be protecting you today and tomorrow."

Hearing this, Atrus raised his head, revealing his pale face, blue lips, and unfocused eyes.

"Protect me, protect me...They are going to kill me! They are going to kill me!" His voice became shriller and shriller. In the end, he covered his ears with his hands and screamed loudly.

After several seconds, he gradually calmed down.

During this process, Klein tapped his teeth lightly and quietly activated his spiritual vision.

Eh... He suppressed the surprise that was about to pop up in his mouth and looked at it carefully again.

He saw that Atlu's aura was tinged with a deep black and green luster!

This is a sign of being haunted by a vengeful spirit or even possessed!

Atlus’ bad friends were already taking revenge on him... or maybe, there were no such bad friends at all. He had encountered a vengeful spirit and was hallucinating... Klein quietly reached out and grasped Mr. Azik’s copper whistle, which gave off a spiritual aura. Then, he looked away thoughtfully and looked at the other people in the living room.

Near the oriel window stood a man in a black coat. He was tall and burly, and stern, with a bulge around his waist that seemed to reveal a pistol.

This should be one of the six security guards... Just as Klein was about to look at the other person, Logo Carloman introduced him:

"Detective Kaslana, her assistant Lydia."

"Detective Stuart."

Having said this, Logo half turned around and pointed at Klein and said:

"This is Detective Sherlock Moriarty."

Kaslana, in her thirties, with black hair, blue eyes and thick eyebrows, seemed to be a good beauty when she was young, but now she looks difficult to get along with because of problems such as slightly sagging cheek muscles.

Her assistant, Lydia, was a red-haired lady in her twenties with a great figure but a rather average appearance.

Both ladies are wearing clothing similar to that of aristocratic riders, with a waist-hugging white shirt and close-fitting trousers for easy movement. The only difference between them and men is the pleated design at the cuffs of their collars.

In addition, they openly wore two revolvers on their waists.

This reminded Klein of what Attorney Jurgen said, that is, for private detectives, illegal possession of firearms is a matter that can be easily verified. Given the difficulty of obtaining a full range of weapons permits, it would be difficult to apply for one unless you are a noble, a member of parliament, or a senior government employee.

Stuart sat opposite Kaslana and Lydia. He had a thin face but a large beard, and his light green eyes were unusually bright.

He should be about the same age as Lydia, and his height is close to Klein, just over 1.7 meters, and weighs about 140 pounds.

Stuart had an underarm pouch containing a revolver of obvious custom manufacture.

After politely greeting each other, Klein took off his coat and hat, handed them to the maid next to him and said:

"Put it where I can get to it quickly. There are some important items in it."

In fact, he had already transferred the paper figures, notes, talismans, matchboxes, etc. into his trouser pockets. In his coat there were only herbal powders, hydrosol essences, wallet keys, and the 206 pounds of banknotes in his wallet.

Stuart sat there, looked at Klein from the side, and laughed:

"You didn't have a gun?"

“Gun? This is my gun.” Klein raised his cane with a smile.

At the same time, he puffed up his cheeks and imitated the pronunciation.

Bang!

A gunshot was heard suddenly, and Stuart rolled forward without thinking, while Kaslana and Lydia quickly left the sofa and found a place to hide.

Logo and the servant beside him were surprised and confused, not understanding what was going on. Atlus still kept his head down and trembled.

After seeing clearly that Klein was only holding a black cane and realizing that nothing had happened, Kaslana and the others regained their composure and asked with a frown:

"What happened just now?"

"Ever since I picked up a pistol and turned it in, I've been learning the technique of simulating vocalization, and it seems to be working pretty well." Klein replied half-jokingly.

"This is not a fun thing, Detective Moriarty," Kaslana said in a deep voice.

I just wanted to show you a little magic trick... Klein complained, handed the cane to the maid, and nodded solemnly:

"I'll pay attention."

Stuart, who was the most embarrassed just now, did not show any anger. He patted his clothes with interest, stood up and asked:

"Mr. Moriarty, how come I haven't heard of you? I mean, I know a lot of people in the detective business, but I didn't know you before."

"I only arrived in Backlund in early September." Klein explained briefly.

"I see..." Stuart said with a smile, "Tonight we will form a team of two and be responsible for the work from early morning to tomorrow morning. Is that okay?"

“No.” Klein responded with the same smile.

"Okay, after dinner, you go to rest, and then take turns in the early morning." Kaslana added.

Klein looked deeply at Atreus, who was trembling with his head down, and nodded seriously.

…………

Nothing happened the whole afternoon, and the worried host and hostess prepared a sumptuous dinner for the detective and security personnel, but without alcoholic beverages.

After eating and drinking, Klein and Stuart, a young man with a beard, walked to their guest room on the second floor.

Seeing that there was no one around, Stuart shook his head and said:

"Sherlock, you should have seen that Atrus' problem is not that someone wants revenge on him."

Brother, you are very outgoing... Klein asked back without changing his expression:

"What do you mean?"

"He looks like he has a mental problem, or, or, as the country people say, he is haunted by ghosts and evil spirits. Frankly speaking, I am very afraid of this." Stuart sighed, "Mr. Carloman should take him to see a psychiatrist. If that doesn't work, find the priests of the Lord of Storms and ask them to sprinkle holy water and perform rituals!"

“You can make this suggestion to him,” Klein said pertinently.

“If Atreus doesn’t get better in two days, I’ll consider it.” Stuart turned his head and glanced at Klein.

Klein smiled and said:

"This is your business. I will finish the commission tomorrow."

At this time, the two arrived at their destination and entered their respective rooms.

…………

At 1 a.m., in Atlu's bedroom.

Klein sat in a rocking chair, holding the Azik copper whistle, quietly looking at the person he was protecting, while Stuart drank coffee at the desk.

The two of them didn't speak, for fear of waking up Atrus who had finally fallen asleep.

Time passed by minute by minute, and suddenly a chill swept through the room.

Atulu suddenly sat up and opened his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Stuart asked a little nervously.

"Go to the bathroom..." Atrus answered in a low and erratic voice.

His face seemed to be getting paler, and his lips were turning more purple.

Just as Stuart was about to speak, he saw Sherlock Moriarty stand up and nod to him:

"I followed him."

"Okay." Stuart secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Klein put his hands in his pockets and walked one step behind Atreus, following him to the bathroom door two rooms away.

Just as Atreus was about to close the door, he suddenly saw a figure flash in.

“I can’t let you out of my sight. Ha, just do whatever you need to do and pretend I don’t exist.” Klein smiled and leaned against the wall.

Atlu remained silent, his eyes scanning without focus as he looked at the wash mirror.

He turned on the faucet and let the water flow.

At this time, Klein took out a box of matches and quickly lit one, as if he wanted to smoke.

However, he did not do so. Instead, he blew lightly, causing the match to go out.

Bang!

Klein casually threw the match in front of him and took out another item.

Atreus, who had his back to him, suddenly straightened up, and the figure in the mirror was as pale as a corpse.

Woo! In the bathroom, the wind was howling. Atrus turned around without moving his waist or legs. His eyes were fixed on Klein's left hand, on the exquisite copper whistle that was being thrown up and caught repeatedly.

Woo!

A gust of cold wind suddenly blew towards Klein's face.

He kept smiling and snapped his fingers.

With a loud bang, a flame rose from the ground and ignited the invisible figure.

The figure struggled only twice before completely disappearing, and the flames went out.

Klein put away the Azik copper whistle in his hand and looked calmly at Atreus, whose eyes were gradually regaining focus.

Atreus seemed to have had a long nightmare and finally woke up.

He looked blankly at a young man wearing a white shirt, dark trousers and gold-rimmed glasses standing a few steps away. He saw that the man was leaning against the wall with a smile on his face.

Then he heard a gentle voice:

"What on earth happened to you?"

ps: Will update in advance at midnight