Klein forced himself to hold back the strange numbing sensation caused by the warm breath on his ears and neck, and pretended to be nonchalant as he pulled away from her:

"...Please don't be too gay to be gay, thank you."

At least please change your appearance again and say these words to me...

Seeing this, Arthur Watson laughed and shook his head, straightened up and began to straighten the rolled up shirt cuffs:

"How come you just feel like you can't take it anymore?"

"It's different. I think it's a matter of principle." Klein declared to her seriously to emphasize his orientation.

"But," she raised her eyebrows in amusement, "the emotions I feel are not rejection and resistance, but I seem to enjoy them. I mean what I say... I say no, but my instincts and emotions are very honest.

Is this the situation you are referring to?”

"...Don't make trouble, that's not how this idiom is used."

Klein stood up with his forehead in hand, decided not to cooperate with her playful word games, and consciously began to put away the tableware and dishes on the table.

Of course, the aristocratic young master "Watson" who didn't have the slightest hint of fireworks would not accompany him in housework. He waved his hand to indicate that he wanted to go upstairs without any psychological burden.

On the second floor, only half of the hall was left with dim sunlight and the young detective cleaning the dining table.

In Backlund, the time when you can see the sun is always so short, and it won't be long before clouds and hard-to-disperse fog block the light, causing the weather to return to haze.

This is Backlund's normal state.

After finishing the housework, Klein returned to the living room and was about to sort out the newspapers stacked on the coffee table. He planned to find out the relevant accounts of the "Crossroad Massacre" from the reports in recent days and post clues on the investigation wall. In the afternoon

Go out again and conduct on-site inspections of several known crime locations.

You know, the reward of 100 pounds that can be obtained just for providing valid clues to the police... Judging from his current financial situation, which is not a good one, this is undoubtedly a very valuable income.

In addition, when he went to collect the identity certificate before, Klein also learned from the sun believer Lionel that the citizen number on his certificate had been certified by the local Civil Affairs Bureau of Jianhai County and was a genuine and valid certificate. There was no need to worry about using it.

its safety hazards.

Of course, Klein performed a divination on his own afterward, and also went to the Backlund Civil Affairs Bureau in the Jowood District to go through a small procedure, thus confirming that the "Sherlock Moriarty" certificate in his hand was indeed not a false certificate.

.

This is undoubtedly good news for him.

With this authentic and valid ID, he can deal with the police with more confidence, and he no longer has to trouble Alice to come forward for him, submit case clues to the police, or collect the reward!

Uh, well, of course, the premise is that the police station he is dealing with is not under the jurisdiction of the Church of the Night Goddess...

However, even if useful clues can be deduced, how to select them is still very difficult.

First of all, the "Crossroad Massacre" is very well-known. I am afraid that all the police and detectives in Backlund are staring at this series of vicious incidents. And now, nearly a month has passed since the first tragedy occurred.

The clues that can be drawn through inference should have been dug up long ago. How could a new arrival like him find the problem?

Secondly, although as an extraordinary person, he can conclude that there are definitely extraordinary factors at work in the "Crossroads Massacre", and the three righteous churches must have invested the power of Nighthawks, Punishers and Mechanical Hearts in the investigation, he cannot

Either openly submit clues related to the Extraordinary's crime to the police, or else they will openly deliver it to others, expose their identity as a wild Extraordinary, and then give it to them for free.

...that would be stupid.

Klein shook his head and cursed a few words, sighing secretly that it was not easy to make money. He picked up the newspaper and sat on the sofa to read through it.

But after just watching for a while, he heard footsteps walking into the living room and approaching him. He couldn't help but look up and saw Arthur Watson, who was wearing a white tuxedo formal jacket and a calm indigo bow tie.

He came here, carrying a small suitcase in his hand, looking like he was ready to go out.

Almost no man from the Kingdom of Loen would be willing to wear a white formal suit, because it does not look as stable and solemn as wearing a black formal suit, and it is also easier to highlight the fat and thin outline of the person's body, making him appear slim.

Not so decent and beautiful; but the person in front of me managed this outfit with an impeccable appearance and figure, and a noble temperament in every gesture, with half-length light golden hair and blue eyes that seemed to have lingering affection.

His eyes can even make people intuitively believe that the prince charming in romantic literature should look like this, walking towards the innocent girl who yearns for a beautiful love in the gentle and silent gaze.

Klein did not dare to put too much into the girl's mood in his imagination. He took a few glances at Watson's bright and high-profile straight formal suit and couldn't help but complain:

"Are you going to a club to apply for a job as a waiter dressed like this? For example, an afternoon tea salon that is mainly open to ladies..."

He has frequently browsed the advertising sections of major newspapers in recent days, and he has gained some understanding of Backlund's industrial structure. He knows that there are various types of clubs throughout this city of hope, many of which include the leisure activities he mentioned.

Entertainment place.

Of course, the reason for remembering this miscellaneous information is actually very simple. He once saw a recruitment notice posted by a club called "Funsilanti" on the advertising page, and asked male job seekers a lot of questions such as facial features and temperament.

Outstanding, not less than a certain height, no bad habits, good at communicating with women and other requirements, and at the same time offered an attractive return of a minimum weekly base salary of 8 pounds.

And this is more than double the starting salary he received when he joined the Nighthawks and became a civilian employee.

Even if you only use your cerebellum to think, you can guess that 80% of the jobs are not too serious and can make people stand up straight and talk about their profession, so they need to offer generous salaries to recruit employees with excellent conditions...

"As you can see, I want to go out," Arthur Watson said with a chuckle, not caring about the jokes of his cohabitants, "to make some preparations for the future work."

"Okay, I guess you are going to try to challenge a new career again." Klein said in his heart. If Alice really intends to implement Watson's vest setting, then the only choice she will make is-

"If you want, you can add the word "doctor" when introducing me to others in the future. However, my customer group may be a little special, and maybe not everyone will recognize my identity as a doctor..." As she said that, she smiled slightly

Shaking his head, he casually changed the subject, "By the way, I want to give you some things to note. Come with me, and we'll go to the bedroom on the second floor to talk."

Klein folded the newspaper and put it back on the table, followed her footsteps, and asked curiously:

"Notes? Notes about what?"

The handsome young man walking in front did not answer him immediately. Instead, he stepped up the stairs, opened the bedroom door, and walked into Alice's private space. She quietly came to the bedside and leaned over the girl who seemed to be sleeping with her eyes closed.

He tidied the broken hair on his forehead.

"To put it simply, my body will be in a bad state these days... Although I have deployed protective spells, which can effectively prevent malicious and hostile third parties from approaching, in the end I cannot shorten the negative impact.

The duration of the effect can only maintain the current state of inability to move..."

"Incapacitated?" Klein, who followed him into the girl's boudoir, was stunned. He immediately stopped thinking about politeness and impoliteness. He walked to the other side of the bed in a few steps and looked at the pretty face.

Her face was so pale that it was almost transparent, and there was no trace of blood on her lips.

"Ah, don't be too nervous, it's just a side effect of the alchemy potion."

Seeing Klein's expression change, he subconsciously reached out with the back of his hand to feel the temperature of her forehead. Arthur Watson smiled helplessly and closed his eyes, immersing his consciousness in the mysterious and unspeakable trickle of the soul, passing through the layers like lightning.

The illusory web that had been sealed for many layers came to life in another cold body.

Alice slowly opened her eyes, and in her hazy vision she could vaguely see a face very close to hers, full of worry, and an uneasy feeling instantly flooded her senses.

Under the influence of this emotion, she tried to raise her spirits. Her movements were as heavy as a rusty machine. She slowly raised her hand and held his trembling right hand that was testing her breath:

"It's just an accumulation of side effects. After all, I took 9 special medicines in a row this time. It's normal for the body to react to the negative energy substances in the raw materials of the medicine... It will recover after a little while, just lie down for five or six days. This

The body temperature, heart rate and respiratory rate will remain low for several days. It is impossible to die so easily..."

Listening to her weak breath, she whispered so softly that he could barely hear the words. Klein moved closer and carefully identified every pronunciation. He tightly wrapped his palms around the fragile little hand that had lost its temperature and was as cold as a corpse.

The lower voice asked:

"...Is there anything I can do?"

"There are...extraordinary people who can recover faster if they get more sun exposure...but they can't find the way of the 'sun', that kind of...artificial light and heat, purely positive, positive power...for the present

For me, the stimulation is a bit too strong..." She said this, slightly raising the corners of her mouth, showing a pale and weak smile on her face, "But it's okay even if I leave it alone...I will gradually recover.

Came here."

Arthur Watson did not know when he had regained his movement and consciousness, and took over the words:

"Taking one or two ghost potions alone won't actually cause such a big reaction. This time the situation is special. I used it a little more to know that it would end up like this."

"Where are your spells? Can't you use those healing spells to find a solution?" Klein was almost speechless at this guy who was seriously lacking in tension.

"There has been no need to use my main body recently, so wouldn't it be nice to just keep lying down? Well, by the way, I can also create a sister who is frail and sick, so my brother aspires to become a doctor. Perfect."

Pulling out the pocket watch along the watch chain, Arthur Watson glanced at the time, snapped the cover shut, turned around and walked out with the box in hand.

"It's time for me to go. I'd like you to take care of my beloved sister Alice when you have time." She waved her hand casually and said in a tone of asking her roommate to take care of the potted plants. "If the weather is nice, you can take her to sunbathe."

Will it be the sun, or any other time...well, just don't do anything weird."

Don't insist on such a request! How could I possibly do anything weird!

Klein defended himself loudly in his heart.

...But since she expressed her position like this, it means it shouldn't be a big deal, right...Well, in this regard, her judgment is always more professional than mine.

Thinking like this, Klein turned around and looked at the sleeping beauty lying on the bed, with his hands naturally folded on his chest. He felt that his mood and spirit were slowly calming down and relaxing, as if he had just touched the piece of cold jade-like porcelain.

The person whose heart nearly stopped when his skin was exposed was not himself.

After confirming that the girl's condition was indeed stable, he covered her with a quilt, tucked the corner of the quilt, and then returned downstairs to continue his original plan.

Since the case information that could be collected from the reports was limited, Klein quickly sorted out the locations and corresponding times of the recent three "crossroads massacres" on the newly opened clue investigation wall in the living room, and listed them on the investigation wall.

A blood-red circle was drawn with a marker on the surface of the Backlund map posted above.

"Well, this makes me look a little bit like a detective..."

He walked a few steps back and admired the survey wall with thumbtacks holding clipped newspapers and city maps from a distance. He nodded slightly and muttered to himself.

"Except for the information disclosed to the public, I have very little first-hand information, and it is even more difficult to see the commonalities between the cases. But if I remember correctly, the most recent 'crossroads tragedy' was in this series.

The sixth case of a series of vicious incidents. The time interval between the fifth and sixth cases was significantly shorter than the interval between the fourth and fifth cases. The interval between earlier cases was said to be one week. I don’t know about this change.

Is there any pattern behind it..."

He thought about the clues he had sorted out, untied the silver pendulum chain wrapped in his sleeve, drafted sentences and tried divination several times, but still encountered a wall due to insufficient prerequisites.

Okay, let’s go to the crime scene for a field trip. After returning home in the afternoon, if the weather clears up, take Alice to the tanning room that was converted into a piano room for some sunbathing...

Klein quickly made a decision, disguised himself with a fake beard and glasses in the bathroom, put on a black double-breasted dress, put the map, pencil, wallet and other items that had been folded three times into his pocket, and

Don’t forget to bring “Holy Night Powder” and your usual divination props.

After confirming that nothing was missing, he took off the silk top hat from the coat rack and flicked up the shiny gold coins to confirm whether the client would come to the door while he was out today.
Chapter completed!