At night, a full red moon hangs high in the sky, casting a quiet and peaceful crimson brilliance in the light mist in the night.

It’s the night of the full moon once again in January.

When Arthur Watson, who declined the Marquise's invitation to have dinner and made some decorations outside, returned to the townhouse on Minsk Street, it was already past the normal meal time for ordinary people. Even walking on the street, he never

Walking past the brightly lit windows, you can no longer smell the pleasant aroma of food.

Let’s make do with food creation and black tea as usual tonight. Well, after reaching a partnership with the Marquise, the source and quality of the black tea are guaranteed... The meal expenses for Klein are probably about to bottom out. Eve has recently

I'm on vacation again, should I hire a dedicated chef to cook at home... Well, but it is estimated that Klein will be concerned about the physical evidence at home that can easily reveal his identity as an extraordinary person, and will most likely reject the proposal to hire a chef...

She thought endlessly about the arrangements of her daily life, carrying a thick brown paper bag, and walked step by step towards the house No. 15, stepped up the steps leading to the entrance of the foyer, paused briefly amidst the faint sound of cheerful chatter, and then

He took out the key from his trousers pocket and pushed the door open.

Her footsteps seemed to go nowhere as she walked through the hall, turned into the living room, and saw her roommate and a young man sitting on the sofa set, discussing around a document spread out on the low table.

A scene of friendly and harmonious relationships.

There was suddenly someone else in the living room. Naturally, the two people sitting on the sofa set could not continue talking as if nothing happened. They all invariably turned their attention to the tall and tall figure in a pure white formal suit.

"I seem to have disturbed you?" Arthur Watson smiled, took the initiative to calm down the atmosphere, and made a please gesture, "You continue, don't pay attention to me, I just happened to come back and heard some noises."

After all, he was someone who had spent some time with Alice. Klein came to his senses without being distracted for long by that extreme face that could easily cause a slight dizziness just by looking at it.

He looked at lawyer Jurgen, who was sitting on the single sofa on his left side, and briefly introduced:

"As I mentioned to you before, my assistant...er, friend who also provides sponsorship, Arthur Watson, is a doctor by profession. He is usually busy during the day, so you may not have met him yet."

Because he was a guest in someone else's home, even when he was taking off his silk top hat and double-breasted gown by a warm fire, the young lawyer was still meticulously dressed, with a straight shirt without wrinkles paired with a dark vest, and an upright waist.

There was no contact with the back of the sofa at all, and it was as rigorous as if he had applied oil on his hair and combed his hair back.

But Klein did not miss the slight change in Lawyer Jurgen's expression as he opened his mouth slightly, revealing a hint of confusion.

His observation only lasted for less than two or three seconds, and was forcibly interrupted by lawyer Jurgen himself, who reacted and turned his head in confusion, as if he was adjusting his emotions.

...What the hell should I say? Should I lament that a certain witch has the charm to kill both men and women even if she only uses a clone, or should I complain about my neighbor who is suspected of being gay?

Klein twitched the corner of his mouth stiffly, stood up and briefly mentioned to Alice the process of how lawyer Jurgen and he got to know each other.

"Looking for lost pets..." After hearing this, she rolled her eyes and teased him with a chuckle, "It is said that every great detective's fame is accumulated through the accumulation of commissions for finding cats and dogs in the early stage and catching extramarital affairs.

It seems you are no exception. Come on, I believe you can do it."

After saying that, she glanced at the paper documents spread out on the low table and said casually:

"But from the looks of you, it doesn't look like there was any dispute over the commission... What are you doing?"

Jurgen, who had returned to his normal serious look, sorted out the scattered papers in front of him, then stood up and took over the words:

"I am reading a business contract, or should I say I have already finished reading it. Detective Sherlock Moriarty hopes to get some professional legal advice and guidance. He also wants to find someone to consult and formulate the pricing of such a contract.

How much does it cost approximately to charge?”

The conclusion is that if I ask lawyer Jurgen to make such a business investment contract, I can probably save a fraction of the 5 soles... No, 5 soles is not a small amount of money, and the reward for finding a cat is only 5

There are so many sulers, although I completed the entrusted task without much effort... Well, relax, at least lawyer Jurgen said that the terms stipulated in this contract are very clear and reasonable, and it also effectively reduces the risk of investment.

The labor fee was well worth it...

But next time, I will still choose to find a cheaper lawyer... Klein rubbed his forehead and said secretly in his heart.

"Business contract? Well, that's a coincidence. I have just concluded a business deal and am in the initial stage of reaching a consensus with my partner." Arthur Watson smiled and politely said that if the cooperation enters the business investment stage, he

You may ask lawyer Jurgen to help you refer to the relevant contract documents.

"No problem. If you need anything, you can contact me directly at No. 58 at the end of this street." Jurgen replied as he walked over and shook hands with the friendly doctor.

Although Klein suspected that this calculating witch was just saying this out of pure politeness, seeing that Jurgen nodded solemnly and accepted the verbal promise, he decided not to comment further.

But what he didn't expect was that the witch wearing the skin of a high-quality handsome man would then turn the topic to himself:

"By the way, Sharry, we were able to negotiate this deal this time thanks to your previous participation, so we can talk about sharing the spoils later... Well, a slip of the tongue, it's about dividing the profits, dividing the profits."

Dividends? This is a good feeling! Wait, when did I participate in your business plan?...Forget it, it’s not a big problem. It sounds like there is a bonus that can be distributed to me. I don’t know how many gold pounds it will be.

…

Klein's worries about his dangerous situation were almost diluted by this sudden good news.

"Detective Sherlock, so back to the topic when I walked in, my grandma, Ms. Doris, would like to invite you to my house for breakfast tomorrow morning. Do you have any thoughts on this?" Put down your right arm for shaking hands,

Jurgen glanced at the handsome blond doctor without trace, as if he wanted to add something, but finally closed his mouth and didn't ask any more questions.

Klein was a little confused at first, thinking that he had clearly agreed to the other party's invitation, so why was he asking again now. But he soon noticed the little movements of lawyer Jurgen, and realized that he was almost expressing his explicit euphemism to the side.

Arthur Watson extended an invitation.

...Well, when it comes to invitations on such occasions, you definitely shouldn't leave your assistant and friend who live under the same roof and go to someone's home alone, right?

Klein nodded and replied with a smile:

"Of course, I mean, if Ms. Doris doesn't mind having two guests come together."

"I will inform her about the change in the number of visitors." Jurgen glanced in the direction of Arthur Watson again, but this time he took the initiative and asked, "Arthur... Doctor, are you a professional doctor?

"

"It doesn't look like it?" Arthur Watson smiled slightly, "It depends on how you define the word 'profession'. If you think that a person with a general medical license can be called a professional doctor, then I

Indeed."

"General...Thank you, I understand."

Lawyer Jurgen nodded slowly, then politely bid farewell to the two of them. Under the reception of Detective Sherlock, he returned to the foyer, took off the long coat and hat hanging from the coat rack, and dressed neatly again.

After watching lawyer Jurgen leave, Klein locked the door again. The smile on his face gradually became lighter and lighter. Finally, he walked straight into the living room with a slightly heavy expression, without paying any more attention to the living room.

Case.

Because he knew that Alice would move her steps to the living room, to... her body.

This was also the reason why he did not choose a more entertaining living room to entertain the visitor, Lawyer Jürgen, in the living room.

"I was afraid that an accident would happen and I wouldn't be able to take care of you, so I brought you...your sister to the living room." Klein spoke first and walked over to defend his decision-making behavior without permission. "I lit the fireplace.

The living room should be warmer than upstairs."

The girl who was sleeping peacefully was leaning on the comfortable soft seat of the sofa, covered with a thin wool blanket. It seemed that just by looking at her sleeping face, she could feel the tranquility and peace of the years.

"Actually, there's no need to be too nervous." Arthur Watson leaned over to tidy up the hair on her forehead for that pretty face with her eyes closed, and said in a casual tone, "I observed it when I came back and removed it.

Except for the three ordinary gang members who were hiding in a distant corner to monitor the situation, no special extraordinary methods were found... At least you don't have to worry about being overheard in our current conversation."

"Are there only three gang members who are not extraordinary people? They should be subordinates of the Zmange Party..." Klein nodded, then his face changed slightly, and he couldn't help but worry about the other neighbor visitors he had just said, "Oops

Well, they must have seen the scene when Lawyer Jurgen came to visit me, could it be..."

"Only ordinary gang members were sent to monitor you, which means that the extraordinary person who discovered the abnormality has not regarded you as the most suspect candidate, but he does not want to rule out the possibility that you are related to the mysterious person behind the scenes. There are many tricks.

Just get ready." Arthur Watson straightened up and raised his lips slightly, "As for the lawyer, it's probably just bad luck that he chose such a sensitive time to knock on the door of this house...

"

Klein took a deep breath, suddenly turned slightly sideways, with his back to the living room window, and used his body to block the action of bouncing the coins in his hand.

It wasn't until he saw the number on the gold coin facing up that it negated the divination statement's assumption that "Lawyer Jurgen's family will be harmed by the Zimenger Party tonight", he felt a little relieved.

It's okay for the time being... No, what I got from divination is just a symbol. I can't blindly rely on and trust the results. What's more, I also limited the premise to "tonight" and the "Zmange Party", so I can't guarantee that there will be no more

Trouble happens...

Klein tightened his lower lip, his expression gradually becoming serious.

He has already realized the problem - the intersection between himself and Meursault is the old boy Ian who came to entrust him to find Detective Zerrell, whose full name is Ian Wright.

If he had honestly confessed Ian's information from the beginning, if Meursault had not chosen the extreme method of murdering a psychic after being rejected, if he had chosen to call the police and pass on the intelligence of the suspected Ambassador Intis to

Military department...

No, the last assumption cannot prevent things from reaching the current situation, and it will even put him at risk of being exposed to the eyes of the military. No one can say whether a portrait will be left as a result, and those who were taught by the Night and him will

Nighthawks who had met each other realized something was wrong:

This Sherlock Moriarty actually looks exactly like a certain dead Nighthawk from Tingen City! The only difference is his beard and glasses!

Once the secret of resurrection from the dead is discovered, Klein believes that he will probably spend the rest of his life in prison, or in a human laboratory that is even more terrifying than prison.

Although reporting to the military will have corresponding benefits, for example, under the control of the other party, the ambassador who controls the operation of the Zmange Party behind the scenes will have some scruples and is unlikely to choose to deal with such a small person immediately.

A detective, but as soon as the protection period of his "witness" status expires and the military department begins to relax its surveillance on him, his life will be completely in the hands of others and allowed to be slaughtered...

At least, the current situation is not too bad. He has not been regarded as a threat by the Extraordinary who is loyal to Ambassador Intis.

Yes, it's just not too bad.

Because sooner or later, the Extraordinary who is wary of the mysterious forces and the Ambassador Intis behind him will re-examine the source of the conflict between Meursault and Detective Sherlock, and even for the very important item on Ian's body,

Use tactics again to force him to reveal information. By then it will be too late!

The conclusion finally led to the result of his careful consideration in the afternoon.

After a brief silence, Klein raised his eyes to look at the handsome young man who had taken off his coat and was wearing only a black shirt.
To be continued...