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Chapter 176 Tower

Chapter 176 Tower

"Meow~"

The sound of a cat's meow interrupted their conversation. Klein looked in the direction of the sound and saw Ruirui passing through the closed curtains and entering the house like a ghost.

The black cat walked past Klein with graceful steps and went straight into the kitchen without looking back at the two of them.

When she approached his legs, Klein clearly felt a cool breeze coming from Ruirui's body, which was very abrupt in the stuffy room.

Ruirui didn't come home at night again...

After a while, Klein saw Ruirui return to the dining table with a bag of cat food in her mouth. She then went back and fetched a small bowl and poured the cat food into the bowl.

It's so convenient to have an extraordinary pet. You don't even have to feed it yourself... Klein sighed in his heart. He was slightly moved and had the urge to raise an extraordinary pet.

An extraordinary pet might have unexpected uses, like Miss Justice's audience dog.

However, when he thought of the high cost, Klein immediately gave up the idea. He didn't even have his own potion.

As he thought about it, Klein quickly finished his breakfast, picked up his cane, said goodbye to Eve, and walked out.

He walked quickly to the mailbox, opened it and took a look. There was only the newspaper Eve ordered, but no letters. Feeling a little disappointed, he turned around and hurried to the station.

With the sound of horse hooves, the gentlemen and ladies waiting in the station knew that the public carriage was about to arrive.

Sure enough, shortly after the sound of horse hooves appeared, the sound of wheels rolling over the road followed, loudly welcoming the passengers.

Klein reached into his coat pocket with his right hand, ready to prepare the fare in advance. As soon as he reached in, he touched a pointy paper object.

Hmm?

Klein was a little confused. He put the back of his hand against the fabric of his clothes to prop up his pocket, and his eyes followed it into the pocket.

A neat and beautiful paper crane suddenly came into his sight.

I almost forgot that it was the paper crane that the kid gave me yesterday, but I didn't even take it out… Klein muttered to himself, but didn't care. He continued to prepare the fare, handed it to the driver, and boarded the carriage with the crowd.

The carriage was not noisy. Although there were some people talking, their voices were very low and did not seriously affect the gentlemen and ladies who were taking a nap.

Klein took the paper crane out of his pocket again and took a look at it. Although it was just an ordinary paper crane, it showed the ingenuity of the maker. There were no wrinkles on the whole crane. It was just that it had been in Klein's pocket for a long time, so the tips of the two wings were curled down a little.

It's pretty, and it's a token of the child's love. It would be a shame to throw it away, so I'll put it on the desk when I get home…

As Klein pondered in his mind, he pinched the tips of the wings with his fingers and tried to flatten them.

He used his fingertips to unfold the curled up part little by little, and immediately pressed down with two fingers after the wing tip was fully unfolded. He released them after a few seconds, and the unfolded wing tip immediately wrapped itself up again like a mimosa.

Klein tried two or three times but failed to flatten the wing tips, so he gave up and put the paper crane back into his pocket. He leaned back on the backrest and closed his eyes. His posture was much more relaxed than before, but he still maintained the manners and demeanor of a gentleman, not wanting to look too frivolous.

Klein prepared to close his eyes and rest for a while to replenish his energy.

The public carriage did not have a strong light-blocking ability. Even if he tried to avoid the sunlight, when he closed his eyes, he was still faced with a light red color and obvious small patches of white.

Klein tilted his head to avoid the sunlight, but was unexpectedly plunged into darkness. In just a moment, all the light was swallowed up.

Hmm?

Klein was startled. Unless he had blinded himself by tilting his head, even if someone sealed all the doors and windows in the car and put a blindfold on Klein, they would not be able to achieve this light-blocking effect.

He tensed his body and raised his eyelids to open his eyes, but the stretching of the skin around his eyes clearly told him that his eyes were always open.

What's going on!

Klein's heart sank. Only then did he realize that he was no longer sitting on the chair as before, but standing in the darkness.

So many changes happened and I didn't even notice it!

I don't know if I am still in the carriage, and I don't know what happened to the passengers in the carriage?

This place was too dark, as if not even a ray of light could penetrate it. Klein could only see a pitch-black expanse, without any sound, and could not see anything around him. He could not even determine the direction. Time and space seemed to have lost their meaning here.

The other party should be at least a demigod... Klein speculated on the other party's strength and purpose in his mind... This is Backlund, even if a demigod takes action, he will have to bear many risks...

The sudden feeling of falling interrupted Klein's thoughts. He did not move, which meant that the ground under his feet suddenly disappeared.

What kind of ability is this?

The violent feeling of falling made Klein's heart tense up, as if a big hand was grabbing him tightly.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

The miraculous thing was that Klein could only feel the sensation of falling, but he had no sense of falling at all, and the darkness and identical surroundings also made it impossible for him to tell whether he was falling or not.

If his body had not changed from vertical to horizontal, Klein would not have been sure whether he was actually falling or was being instilled with the feeling of falling.

Klein looked down and saw only pitch black. He had no idea when the ground would be reached, but based on the time it took him to feel the falling, the height was probably high enough to kill him.

Klein immediately curled up his body to protect some vital parts. His flexible body and balance ability allowed him to adjust his posture at will even though he had no fulcrum in the air.

As long as he doesn't die instantly, he can use a paper man as a substitute to transfer the damage!

Klein protected his head with his arms, twisted his body so that his back was facing the ground, closed his eyes and clenched his teeth to prepare for the impending impact.

But the impact was still not here, and even the feeling of falling was gradually weakening.

Klein was a little surprised, but the feeling of falling was indeed weakened.

He opened his eyes tentatively, and a magnificent and towering castle suddenly came into his sight.

The tower is majestic and ancient. It is white all over, with a cylindrical body and a gray-brown top. A faint warm light emanates from the tower, as if guiding the lost people to return. It is extremely eye-catching.

But the most eye-catching thing is the giant silver-white snake wrapped around the tower.

(End of this chapter)Chapter 177 Dream

Chapter 177 Dream

The silver-white giant snake coiled around the tower, its bright red eyes staring at the visitors, like a mythical beast guarding the gate that would devour every unqualified warrior.

The scales on the giant snake seem to have no substance, and are covered with densely packed mysterious patterns and symbols, which form a series of interconnected wheels, with half of the wheel on the head and half on the tail.

This is... the mercury snake!

The first person Klein thought of was his brother Ouroboros, who was not his brother from either the mystical or scientific perspective.

But he couldn't be sure whether the mercury snake was Ouroboros or any other mercury snake. However, he was sure that the other party would not hurt him immediately, otherwise he would have gone crazy when he saw the mercury snake for the first time.

He raised his head and met the bright red eyes of the Mercury Serpent. Klein could not sense the hostility in the eyes, but he still couldn't suppress the tingling of his scalp and the fear in his heart.

Klein was a little afraid of snakes. Even if he wasn't afraid of snakes, ordinary people would inevitably feel fear when facing such a giant snake.

He pursed his lips and shifted his gaze to the top of the tower. He took a quick glance and quickly retracted his gaze, turning his attention back to the giant snake to prevent any accidents.

But just one glance was enough for Klein to get a lot of information.

The wooden door of the tower was wide open, as if it was not afraid of being peeped at. Looking through the wooden door, Klein saw the candlesticks on the walls inside the high-speed railway emitting a faint light that barely illuminated the interior. The rows of bookshelves looked unusually simple in the warm light. Surprisingly, the interior of the tower seemed to have abnormal gravity, and many books, papers and pens were floating in the air at random.

He also saw a part of a slightly curved staircase, and judging from the exposed part, the staircase should be rising in a spiral.

Where is this place?

As Klein's thoughts raced, the giant silver-white snake on the tower suddenly twisted its body. The huge snake body crawled along the wall, and the upper half of its body left the tower and swam towards Klein.

Klein was startled and felt his heart skip a beat. He subconsciously wanted to step back but stopped abruptly.

Regardless of whether this mercury snake is real or fake, friend or foe, since it has the ability to bring him to this unknown place without any defense, he is definitely not his opponent. Fortunately, the other party has no hostility towards him, so he should try not to anger him and ensure his own safety.

The huge snake head approached Klein little by little. Even though his body did not take a step back, his breathing unconsciously began to become rapid, as if a huge rock was pressing firmly on his heart.

The Mercury Serpent's bright red eyes stared at Klein, and Klein saw his own reflection in his eyes.

The two men's eyes intertwined, but neither of them moved or spoke. For a moment, it seemed that the only sound in the air was Klein's suppressed breathing, and the whole world was silent.

What does he want to do?

Klein was confused, but he couldn't ask directly.

Maybe I could offer some kindness?

Klein pondered for two seconds and took the initiative to speak: "Hello, Mr. Snake... May I ask where is this place?"

It was safer to pretend to be stupid when he didn't know the other party's background. Besides, it was normal for him, a mere Sequence Seven, not to recognize the Mercury Snake.

Klein finished speaking, but there was no response from the other party. The mercury snake on the opposite side once again wrapped its entire body around the tower.

Klein expected no response, but he was not disappointed. He considered whether to continue speaking and tried to disguise himself as an ordinary Sequence 7 follower who didn't understand the conflicts of high-sequences.

Perhaps the life-and-death dilemma had stimulated Klein's potential. He felt his mind was unusually active, and he was constantly and rapidly thinking of possible successful words.

But before he could finish his words, Klein felt a strong sense of falling, which gave him a severe fright.

Klein's body twitched violently and he opened his eyes.

Opened his eyes?

Klein looked around blankly. The familiar carriage and the unfamiliar people seemed... to be the carriage he was riding in?

He lowered his head and looked at his body. Although his posture had changed and was much more casual than when he was awake - his body formed a large angle with the backrest, he only sat on one-third of the seat, with one leg stretched out, but he was still sitting in his seat.

The gentleman sitting next to Klein saw him twitch suddenly and quietly moved a few times, trying to move away from him.

Klein noticed the gentleman's actions, gave him an apologetic smile, supported himself with his hands on the seat, and began to organize his thoughts.

Was that just now... a dream?

And he was awake in the dream, which means someone entered his dream.

Did someone pull me into my dream, or did someone enter my dream after I fell asleep?

And that mercury snake... If this is a dream, then the other party may not be the mercury snake, but it must be related to the mercury snake.

I must tell my elder sister as soon as possible. The other party is obviously a high-sequence expert and I cannot deal with him...

etc!

Klein sat up straight abruptly. His sudden movement obviously frightened the gentleman next to him again, and the gentleman quietly moved to the side.

I should have chanted my elder sister's name in my dream... but I didn't even remember it...

Was it that entity that disturbed my thoughts? The audience? Or was it affecting me in my dream?

Klein pursed his lips tightly. For a moment, he felt extremely upset. He was just a weak Sequence 7, so why was he always involved with these high-sequence events?

Why...

Klein sighed in his heart and looked out of the carriage. The receding trees and people came into his sight. He could hear the small conversations in the carriage. These tiny sounds did not annoy him, but instead made him feel at ease.

Da da da——

The sound of horse hooves stepping on the ground filled the air, and the wheels rolled through the street towards the subway station.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Klein got off the train with the crowd and took the subway to the church. He greeted his colleagues as usual, went to the bathroom during the break after class, and recited Eve's name.

"Disaster incarnate,"

"The master of the mirror world,"

"A symbol of joy and pain."

"I fell into sleep unexpectedly today, and saw a mercury snake in my dream."

After reciting the honorific name, Klein did not leave immediately. He waited in the bathroom for a few minutes and then received a response from Eve.

"Don't worry about it."

Just a short sentence, without any cause or effect.

Klein lowered his eyes, but his mind was full of thoughts.

Judging from the elder sister's attitude, the other party is definitely not Ouroboros, but the mercury snake that Ouroboros has a dispute with.

According to the relationship between Ouroboros and him, he and the mercury snake were opposites. However, no one knew about his relationship with Ouroboros except him, Eve, and Ouroboros. Even if it was a true god, it would be difficult to predict the result if he was not good at divination. The mercury snake should not know. Taking a step back, even if the other party knew, what could a mere sequence seven do in the sequence battle? Moreover,

the elder sister told him not to worry, which meant that he was not in any danger. It might be that the other party had no hostility towards him, or it might be that the elder sister had the confidence to protect herself.

Klein recalled the contents of the dream. He really didn't care about the hostility he felt from the mercury snake, but if it was really the former, why did "He" come to him?

His connection with higher beings... Eve, Ouroboros... Sefirah Castle?

Sefirah Castle's status is also very high. Could it be because of Sefirah Castle?

If it's really for Sefirah Castle, then it's coming for me.

Klein's lower and upper lips were tightly closed, his brows were tightly furrowed, and the messy speculations in his mind made him tired, but fortunately he should be safe.

With Sefirah Castle and the Chaos Witch, it would be strange if I wasn't involved in the high-sequence disputes, but I'm just a weak Sequence Seven.

Klein opened the bathroom door tiredly, turned on the faucet to wash his hands, dried them, and returned to the "classroom" where he was receiving training.

(End of this chapterChapter 178 Ian

Chapter 178 Ian

The Red Gloves training was not difficult for Klein, especially the theoretical knowledge. Klein was sure that many high-sequence masters did not have as much extraordinary knowledge as he did.

After "getting off duty", Klein took a car back home, changed into Sherlock Moriarty's appearance, and then came to No. 15 Minsk Street, which he rented.

There was no writing on the notebook placed at the door. Klein picked up the notebook with some disappointment and quickly flipped through it, pinching the edge of the notebook.

Hualalalal——

Along with the sound of pages turning, a streak of black ink unexpectedly entered his sight. Klein immediately stretched his fingers forward a few centimeters, pressed down the rapidly passing pages, and flipped back a few pages.

"Brave Bar"

The handwriting was very sloppy, with only a location and no agreed time. It was obvious that the person was in a very urgent state when he wrote this line. It didn't look like a message that a legitimate citizen would leave. This was most likely an emergency that couldn't be resolved through formal channels.

Klein's eyes lingered on the words "Brave Bar".

As an official, he feels more at ease doing such things himself. If it involves any illegal or criminal activities, he can even act as an undercover agent.

But there was no agreed time... Klein closed the notebook with a normal expression, took it in his hand, opened the door, and casually placed it on the table.

Then he lay down on the sofa casually, closed his eyes, and said silently in his heart:

"The one who left a message in the notebook today."

"The one who left a message in the notebook today."

…

"The one who left a message in the notebook today."

Klein quickly entered a dream with the help of meditation. In the dream, Klein saw a thin, immature-looking boy wearing an extremely ill-fitting old coat and a round hat, walking towards No. 15 Minsk Street with his head lowered.

The boy knocked on the door twice first, his eyes always vigilantly looking around, and only after making sure that there was no one in the house did he hurriedly open his notebook and leave a message.

The boy's appearance reminded Klein of the kid who sold magazines that day.

Could it be that the Southern Continent resistance forces hiding in Backlund have come after me?

But...isn't this review time too short? According to Eve, it will take at least a month.

Klein was confused. He slowly opened his eyes, covered his stomach with one hand, supported himself on the sofa with the other, quickly stood up from the sofa, and rushed to the bathroom.

Although Klein didn't notice anyone around, the boy's identity was obviously sensitive, and he couldn't guarantee that there were no peepers around his residence because of the boy.

Klein hurried to the bathroom, closed the door with his backhand, and took out the yellow crystal pendulum from his coat pocket. At the same time, he took out the paper and pen he had hidden in the bathroom, wrote down the divination words, and let the pendulum droop naturally until it touched the surface of the paper.

After the pendulum stabilized, Klein said silently in his heart, "The boy who left a message on my notebook today is a member of the resistance army."

"The boy who left a message in my notebook today is a member of the Resistance."

…

"The boy who left a message in my notebook today is a member of the Resistance."

In Klein's sight, the topaz pendulum began to spin counterclockwise rapidly.

No, it has nothing to do with the resistance.

Klein felt somewhat disappointed. He held the pendulum with his hand and waited until it was completely still before he silently said in his mind again, "The boy who left the message is not in the Brave Bar right now."

"The boy who left the message is not in the Brave Bar right now."

…

"The boy who left the message is not in the Brave Bar right now."

The Citrine Pendulum began to spin again, but this time it was spinning in a clockwise direction.

Sure enough, he is not here...

The boy's message might also be seen by the people chasing him, so it is very likely that he reported a false location to mislead the other party.

Klein exerted a little force on his wrist and lifted his fingers upward. The topaz pendulum drew an arc and landed steadily in the palm of his hand.

He retracted his pendulum, placed his hand on the bathroom door handle and pressed down slightly.

"Ka——"

"Boom boom boom—"

The sound of the door unlocking and the knocking on the door rang out at the same time. Klein immediately took two quick steps, left the bathroom, and opened the door. His sight drifted out and fell on the person outside the door.

Outside the door was a boy in an old, ill-fitting coat and a bowler hat.

This is the boy who left the message!

The figure he had just seen in his dream still existed in Klein's mind, allowing him to recognize the boy at a glance.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

He wouldn't have stayed away...

Klein turned sideways to give the boy enough space to pass through. The moment Klein turned sideways, the boy immediately got into the house.

"Excuse me, are you Detective Sherlock Moriarty?" the boy asked immediately after entering the room.

"Yes," Klein pointed to the long sofa in the reception area and said, "Please take a seat. What should I call you? What can I do for you?"

You can call me Ian." After the boy sat on the sofa, he immediately looked Klein up and down, and habitually looked around. He was silent for several seconds and said, "I was previously employed by another detective, Mr. Zerrel Victor Lee, to help him collect some information and intelligence."

It doesn't sound like something illegal, and it's normal for a detective to have a few enemies...

Klein speculated silently in his mind and said, "Is your commission related to Mr. Zreal?"

"Yes." Ian nodded and continued, "A few days ago, I suddenly found myself being followed by a group of people with bad intentions. I suspected that this was related to Mr. Zreal, so I went to visit him at his residence. I found that the place seemed normal, but many hidden little mechanisms that indicated someone had infiltrated had been triggered."

"Since that day, I have never seen Mr. Zreal again. I suspect something happened to him."

"I tried to call the police, but he hadn't been missing for the required number of days. I tried to ask other detectives I knew for help, but they all turned me down, saying they had just seen Mr. Zrel at a party with his colleagues."

"This is incredible!"

At this point, Ian's voice rose slightly.

"Those are detectives with top-notch observation skills. It's almost impossible to pretend to be someone else in front of them."

Some extraordinary abilities can do this... Klein added in his mind that if it is an extraordinary ability, then this matter also involves extraordinary people, which happens to be within the business scope of the Nighthawks.

Ian didn't know what Klein was thinking, so he continued:

"But I contacted Mr. Zreal using the agreed method but received no response."

"I still stick to my judgment and plan to ask for help from a detective that Mr. Zreal doesn't know. Well, in this case, I don't know who to ask, so I can only find out through the newspaper. Then I found you, Mr. Sherlock Moriarty."

(End of this chapterChapter 179 Investigation

Chapter 179 Investigation

Klein understood, leaned back on the sofa, and said, "So, you want me to investigate Mr. Zreal's situation?"

"Yes," Ian nodded and added, "Just need to confirm Mr. Zreal's current condition, confirm."

Klein groaned and said, "How much do you plan to pay? You know, this matter could be very dangerous."

Ian glanced at his coat pocket secretly and said carefully, "There are two ways. The first is that I will directly pay you a satisfactory reward. After that, no matter how difficult the task is, I will not pay you any additional compensation unless you are seriously injured because of the task."

"The second option is for me to pay five pounds in advance, and then pay the rest of the remuneration based on the specific circumstances of the task. However, this is likely to cause disputes, even if there is a contract."

Klein lowered his head, pretending to think seriously. After a long while, he raised his head and said with a smile, "Why don't we try another way?"

"What?" Ian frowned in confusion.

"You pay five pounds in advance, and help me make friends with the detectives in Backlund after the mission is over." Klein explained: "I am a detective who has just arrived in Backlund. I need connections and reputation."

Klein was not in financial distress at the moment. What he needed now was to quickly gain enough fame and connections in Backlund so that he could quickly get in touch with Backlund's upper class society.

The information revealed in Ian's words shows that Ian and Mr. Zreal know many detectives.

Ian nodded knowingly. As an assistant to a professional detective, he clearly understood the importance of reputation and connections to a detective.

"Okay." Ian agreed without hesitation, then stood up and stretched out his right hand.

Klein also stood up and stretched out his hand to shake hands with Ian. He took out the standard contract that had been prepared long ago from the drawer, added the details that had just been negotiated with a pen, and then handed it to Ian.

After signing the contract, Klein handed Ian a stack of white paper and asked him to write down the information he could provide about Detective Zreal. He then casually asked, "If there is an emergency or the mission progresses, how can I contact you?"

Being a detective is only a side job for Klein. He is not in this house most of the time, which will undoubtedly bring some obstacles to the contact between the two.

"Don't contact me, I'll show up when the time is right."

Ian pursed his lips inwardly and lowered his head to continue writing Mr. Zreal's message.

But I may not show up at the right time... Klein complained silently in his heart.

He had already prepared to temporarily live at 15 Minsk Street, but he didn't expect that Ian had no intention of agreeing on a meeting method with him.

But since his employer was not in a hurry, there was no need for Klein to worry about anything. But just in case, it would be safer to do a divination every morning.

Ian took out a neatly arranged banknote from his coat pocket, took out 5 pounds as a reward and gave it to Klein before leaving.

Klein watched the boy leave, stroked his chin, and thought thoughtfully, "This matter may be influenced by extraordinary factors, and Ian never mentioned what Detective Zreal was investigating recently. This is an important clue to investigate Zreal's current situation. As a professional detective's assistant, Ian must know it."

Klein reached into his pocket and took out a copper coin.

Dang! He

silently wondered if there was any extraordinary factor in this matter, while opening his palm to catch the falling coin.

Dang!

The coin slid through Klein's fingers like a slippery water snake, and fell to the ground with two "dang" sounds.

The divination failed...

Klein lowered his eyes and pondered for two seconds. He bent down to pick up the copper coin that fell on the ground, then slowly walked into the bathroom.

After closing the bathroom door, Klein took four steps backwards and arrived at Sefirah Castle.

Klein used the pendulum on Sefirah Castle to try divination again.

After the yellow crystal pendulum gradually stabilized, Klein silently repeated seven times in his mind:

"There are extraordinary factors involved in Zreal's disappearance."

"There are extraordinary factors involved in Zreal's disappearance."

…

"There are extraordinary factors involved in Zreal's disappearance."

After the last voice fell, the pendulum hanging in the air began to rotate slowly clockwise, and gradually accelerated, and finally maintained a medium rotation speed and no longer increased.

As expected, there are extraordinary factors involved... Klein frowned. The boy named Ian concealed a lot of information.

As Klein thought about it, he wrapped the topaz pendulum around his left hand, stepped back to simulate the feeling of falling, and left Sefirah Castle.

After returning to No. 15 Minsk Street, Klein waited in the detective agency for a while before secretly returning home.

What a hassle... Klein sighed silently in his heart.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Sometimes I really want to break myself into two halves so that I can put a "Klein" in the detective agency and don't have to run back and forth like I do now.

Thinking of this, Klein's eyes quietly shifted to Eve on the sofa. Eve was half lying on the sofa, holding a newspaper in her right hand, and stroking the black cat with its eyes closed on her lap with her left hand from time to time. She looked so leisurely and comfortable, which made Klein very envious.

Klein remembered that Eve had a clone, and he had even seen that clone before. By handing over unnecessary tasks to the clone, the original body would be much more relaxed.

The Sequence Five "Master of Secret Dolls" of the Diviner Path can obtain similar extraordinary abilities. With his current promotion speed... Klein speculated that it would not take more than a year for him to be promoted to "Master of Secret Dolls".

Klein's thoughts slowly returned to his senses. He raised his hand and rubbed his temple, then returned to his room and took a nap. He didn't wake up until almost dawn.

He changed into a light blue work suit, with some black beard glued to his mouth and chin. At first glance, he looked barbaric and rough, which was contrary to Klein's image.

In order to avoid disturbing Eve, Klein controlled his steps and walked down the stairs and out of the room without making any sound.

In the bedroom, Eve turned over and looked like she was sleeping soundly, and only opened her eyes when it was almost dawn.

He was wearing a beige nightgown. He sat up with his eyes closed, looking as if he had not yet woken up. He sat motionless on the bed for two or three seconds before he opened his eyes and got out of bed.

Click——

The slight sound of the door opening was unusually conspicuous in the silent house.

Klein, who had just returned home, looked in the direction of the sound and saw Eve lying on the stair railing. Her black hair hung down naturally, and her pair of sea-blue eyes were looking straight at him without any of the confusion she had when she just woke up.

"Is the commission over?" He asked casually.

"Well," Klein nodded, and then added, "But the incident is not over yet. This matter involves extraordinary factors. I plan to write an anonymous letter to the Nighthawks. Ian may not call the police, and the possibility of reporting to the official Extraordinary is even lower."

(End of this chapter)Chapter 180 Triss

Chapter 180 Triss

"That's such a pity," Eve's voice was drawn out, as if she was really very sorry, "I thought I had the next piece of news."

"If the authorities don't block the news, you may still be able to get first-hand reports." Klein said carefully.

Eve shrugged, seemingly disagreeing. She stretched out a finger and tapped the stair railing, saying, "Mr. Ian is on his way to visit you. According to the distance, he will arrive at No. 15 Minsk Street in about fifteen minutes. If you want to notify the Night Watchman, do it as soon as possible."

So fast?

Klein was surprised for a moment, then he gathered his thoughts and began to think about how to inform the Nighthawks.

Ian might destroy the scene, so it is best to let the Night Watchman arrive at the scene before Ian, but it is difficult for the Night Watchman to arrive in time in such a short time.

It looks like the end of the commission will be postponed... Klein lowered his eyes as he pondered.

Klein raised his head, looked at Eve and asked, "Can you disguise your handwriting?"

"certainly."

"Help me write an anonymous letter and deliver it to the Nighthawks. The content is that a body was found in the sewers of the East District." Klein walked upstairs quickly and instructed.

Eve nodded, turned around and went back to the house. She patted Klein on the shoulder as she passed by him. The bookish man turned into a deep and mature man in the blink of an eye.

Klein simply packed up and headed to No. 15 Minsk Street.

Soon after Klein arrived, the house was once again visited by people.

He opened the door and, as expected, saw the familiar figure in the old coat.

"Mr. Ian?" Klein said in a puzzled tone, with a hint of fake weariness in his voice.

"Good morning, Mr. Sherlock," Ian took back his hand that was knocking on the door and greeted him first. He looked around before saying, "Did you get anything? Um... I was just passing by and asked..."

"No," Klein shook his head with a hint of regret, and said, "I went to Mr. Zrel's house to collect clues, but I haven't gained anything so far."

"Well..." Ian said without disappointment: "This is something we can all think of, Mr. Sherlock, there is no need for you to feel disappointed about it. Now it is not even a day before the commission starts."

"Thank you for your comfort, Mr. Ian."

Ian did not continue chatting with Klein. Seeing that he had gained nothing, he quickly ended the topic and left Minsk Street.

…

It was not difficult for Eve to disguise the handwriting. The elegant handwriting on the white paper was completely different from Eve's usual beautiful handwriting.

Eve wrote the letter and solemnly put it into an envelope and sealed it.

He stood up, walked to the bed, and lifted the quilt, revealing the empty bed.

Rarity is not here.

Eve raised her eyebrows, flipped her wrist, pulled the quilt back, turned around, went to the closet, changed into her daily clothes, opened the wooden door and left the room.

Klein had already left, leaving Eve alone in the house. It was completely silent, and the dark curtains blocked the newborn sunlight from the window. The crimson moon had not yet disappeared, hanging vaguely in the sky, but the dominance of the light had long been handed over to the sun.

Eve grabbed the curtains with both hands and opened them a little, and a ray of sunlight slipped into the house through the gap. He looked up at the sky, then put the curtains back and drove the sunlight out again.

He walked slowly to the door, picked up a woman's bowler hat from the coat rack and put it on his head, then pushed the door open and walked down the steps.

The gravel path divides the green courtyard into two areas, and the mailbox stands beside the path like a guard on duty.

Eve shook the letter in her hand and stuffed it into the mailbox. The snow-white letter fell into the empty mailbox, passing through the smooth bottom like a stone into the sea, but disappeared into the mailbox without causing a ripple.

All right, then let's take a walk to the outskirts of the city... Eve curled the corners of her mouth and walked towards the outskirts of the city seemingly quite happily.

…

In a manor on the outskirts of Backlund,

sunlight filtered in through the gaps in the curtains, floating down onto the large bed where a man and woman slept in each other's arms like a loving couple.

The sunlight brushed across the eyebrows of the woman in the man's arms. After a while, the eyelashes of the gentle woman in the man's arms trembled slightly, and then she opened her eyes with a little confusion, and what she saw was the handsome face of the man.

Triss looked at the man in front of her, pursed her lips, and felt a mixture of emotions in her heart, as if a seasoning table had been overturned.

She hated Edessacker's love for her but relied on the protection he gave her. She resented Edessacker and hated herself even more.

Triss pinched her brows, propped herself up, and got out of bed barefoot. The thin silk nightgown outlined her graceful figure.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

She walked to the window, grabbed the curtain with one hand and pulled it inwards, blocking out the sunlight that was coming in.

Triss turned around and saw Edsak sleeping soundly on the bed. His tightly closed brows showed that his sweet dream was not affected by the glaring sunlight at all.

Instantly, a trace of doubt appeared on Triss's beautiful face. Why did she close the curtains for this guy?

Triss felt a little depressed. She hated this feeling. Then she turned around and pulled open the tightly closed curtains. The dazzling sunlight poured in and flashed through the closed eyes of the person on the bed.

Edsak opened his eyes dazedly and looked at Triss who was holding the curtains by the window. His tone was filled with confusion and doubt as if he had just woken up. "Triss?"

"nothing..."

Seeing Edsak wake up, Triss felt inexplicably guilty. She tightened her grip on the curtains and turned around to look out the window as if nothing had happened.

It was just dawn, but the manor had already woken up. Triss saw the maids, butlers and gardeners walking into the manor. She knew that if she left the house and walked around the courtyard, she would meet grooms, coachmen and more people.

Triss glanced at it casually, but her expression suddenly froze.

She saw a woman, an extremely beautiful woman wandering around the manor!

Everyone acted as if they didn't see her and allowed this overly beautiful woman to wander around the manor.

Witch!

Spiritual knowledge will!

Triss's mind went blank for a moment. She was now extremely glad that her mind was so confused that morning that she got entangled with the curtains.

Swish!

Triss quickly pulled the curtains back up and turned back to Edessak.

"What's wrong?" Edsak noticed Triss's abnormality at the first moment, quickly got out of bed, ran to Triss and asked.

(End of this chapter