Klein could feel that his alert level was almost reached by the cry for help outside the door.

And when he recalled the specific image corresponding to this sound, his hand had already grasped the doorknob, and the specific picture of premonition emerged in his mind:

Ian Wright, wearing an old coat and carrying his old satchel, stood beside the street with gas street lamps and a hazy red moon, looking so tired that he looked as if he hadn't slept for several days.

Just like the scene he saw in the dream divination, it was a symbol of the coming crisis.

...Obviously, even if there is no warning, Ian's request for help is enough to explain some problems.

Klein let go of the doorknob, his face tightened with a serious expression of thought, and he said as if talking to himself:

"This voice sounds a bit familiar, but I'm sure I haven't met the person outside the door a few times. Doesn't he know that asking me for help will only arouse my vigilance... If I encounter danger after opening the door, please be sure to protect me

Ok, I."

The bodyguard lady, who was hiding somewhere, showed no response, and it was unclear whether she had tacitly agreed to her employer's instructions or was simply too lazy to answer.

Klein turned the handle before the next knock on the door, then quickly took two steps back and looked out the door warily.

After actually meeting Ian, he read more hidden messages and questions from the other person's status.

The clothes on his body were stained with dust and mud in many places, and there were many scratches and flaws on his joints. He looked as embarrassed as if he had rolled on the ground. His posture was very tight, with one hand protecting his cross-body backpack and the other holding it tightly.

The knuckles on the shoulder strap of the shoulder bag were a little white due to excessive force; he looked as tired and urgent as in the premonition picture, and his red eyes were filled with the feeling of a drowning person seeing the last straw.

Qi Yi is far from his usual mature and steady appearance.

"Great, Detective Moriarty, I, I'm still wondering what I would do if you weren't at home..."

Ignoring the boy's confusing logic, Klein took the lead and asked in confusion:

"Ian? Why are you here and specifically asking me for help? If you encounter difficulties, I think you should go to the police and seek protection from the police."

As he said that, he did not forget to "kindly" point to the other end of Minsk Street. As long as you walk along the road in that direction for five or six minutes, you can reach a neighborhood with frequent police patrols. It would be faster if you use running.

"Police... no, no, no, I can't be caught by the police, absolutely not, otherwise I will definitely be..." Ian clutched his backpack tightly in fear, shook his head as hard as he could, and seemed to have taken several deep breaths in succession before he could barely stabilize himself.

His voice no longer trembled excessively, "Detective Moriarty, I know I have brought you trouble, and I am really sorry for that -"

"The way you expressed your apology was to come to my house and knock on the door to ask for help? Don't you think there is no necessary logic between your words and your actual actions?" Klein frowned, not because of this big mistake.

The boy's expression of uneasiness and fear made him soft-hearted.

After all, what he has experienced these days can be said to be that he was involved in a huge dangerous whirlpool just because he accepted Ian's missing person commission.

He pretended not to see the hope that was gradually dimming in Ian's eyes:

"Moreover, why would you want to come to me? You should know that I am just a private detective with no reputation. I don't have that much ability to help you get out of trouble. I can barely even protect myself. Why do you think I have the ability to save you?"

You? Who asked you to come to me?"

"No, no one asked me to come to you..."

Seeing that the detective in front of him had put his hand on the edge of the door frame, as if he was about to close the door to see the guest away, Ian gritted his teeth and took a step forward, stretched out his hand against the door, and stared into his eyes pleadingly:

"These days... these days when I'm evading capture, I see some strange and incredible pictures from time to time, which makes me feel like I'm running around in a long and unreal dream... I'm serious!

Please believe me, I really have no other choice. Only by coming to you can I have a chance to live... By the way, by the way, I will tell you everything I know! And this! I too

I can leave it to you!”

Klein took two steps back warily, avoiding the satchel handed over by Ian that had been tightly protected before, and took it without taking it for granted:

"What's in this bag?"

Don't let it be said that Ian was actually a pawn bribed or controlled by the attacker. He stuffed a whole bag of explosives in his bag to carry out a suicide attack... The picture was so beautiful that people couldn't bear to look at it! He tried hard to shake it off

The mushroom cloud I imagined in my mind.

Ian seemed to be stunned for a moment, then realized what he was doing and cleverly closed the door for the homeowner. Then he opened the satchel without any further delay, allowing the detective to see clearly the items inside - several items neatly folded into cubes.

Clothes, a lead-grey peaked cap, three tool bags with different labels, and a number of miscellaneous items including several newspapers and a thick book-covered notebook.

Since the owner of the satchel packed his belongings very neatly by type and size, and the contents could be seen almost at a glance, Klein was able to dispel any doubts that there were dangerous items hidden in the bag.

But in this case, what would be the thing that Ian said could be given to me?

Klein stared at the opening of the satchel for a few more times, and suddenly he had a strong premonition that Ian would pick up the notebook wrapped in newspaper as a book cover and hand it to him!

The next second, Ian carefully held up the notebook with obvious signs of hand binding, and murmured in a weak and unconfident voice:

"Detective Moriarty, this is a very valuable item. The turmoil you and I were involved in was basically caused by it... and for some unexpected reasons, I got it in the end, but I can

Swear, swear to any god, I really don't remember how I did this, and I'm not sure how I escaped from MI9 and the Zmang Party... I even feel, I feel like I just

I hid in the corner of the bed in the safe house and slept, and when I woke up, I had this... this important note in my bag."

Amnesia? No, even if you have to make up an excuse, you shouldn’t choose such an excuse that is difficult to believe.

Or is Ian's experience influenced by extraordinary factors? Needless to say, the Zimang Party, MI9, should refer to that special department of the military...

Klein's mind kept flashing with various speculations, but his face remained alert, refusing to take the hot potato from the young man's hand:

"I have no interest in such troublesome things, and you haven't answered my previous question - why did you come to me? Do you think I can afford to offend two troublesome forces at the same time?"

"But!"

Ian shouted anxiously, as if he wanted to fight for a few more words for himself, but his movements and expressions suddenly stopped, and his eyes showed deep fear, and the arm that was trying to put the notes back into the bag became as rusty as

The mechanical equipment is also slow and slow, playing frame by frame like a slow-motion playback.

Klein was subconsciously startled, and almost instinctively recalled the "stagnation phenomenon" that he had seen and even experienced personally. It was almost the same as the puppet of the Antigonus family and the sealed artifact "2-049".

Slow performance!

The Antigonus family controls the "Soothsayer" path, and the ability that now affects Ian is obviously very similar to the sealed artifact "2-049"... Ambassador Backlund's mid-sequence assistant is the "Soothsayer"

Way, he is already nearby...

Realizing that his thoughts were not affected, Klein was puzzled and immediately made a decision, pretending not to be aware of it and pushing Ian's shoulder:

"What were you going to say just now? Why did you suddenly become silent?"

Ian was awakened by his push. He immediately stuffed the notebook back into his bag, quickly buttoned the opening, hugged the bag tightly, and whispered in a trembling voice:

"Here they are... they found me, the time is up, I don't want... I don't want to die yet, Detective Moriarty..."

Klein couldn't help but frown with a headache. Just when he was about to debate whether he should look for the attacker first or calm down Ian's emotions, he heard the doorbell start to ring.

Outside the door...?!

Klein realized the problem. The position where he and Ian were standing at this time was close to the entrance door, and they could reach the outside of the house with just a few steps. So naturally, with his current "Magician" sequence level, he could

Spiritual vision can see the color of the aura of the living being behind the door. There is no reason that the mid-sequence "divineer" path extraordinary person cannot do this...

While quietly speculating, he had turned on his spiritual vision, and sure enough, he saw a slightly blurry color staying outside the door. Judging from the outline shape, he was probably raising his arm to pull the rope connected to the doorbell.

To be honest, Klein didn't want to open the door at all. However, unfortunately, Ian had never fiddled with the door lock when he came in before. The people outside the house seemed to be aware of this, and they only rang the doorbell symbolically once before putting down their hands.

, pressed on the doorknob.

Pressing down the handle, the door opened back silently, revealing a face with a short brown beard and a black-and-white checkered police uniform with three V-shaped epaulettes.

"Are you Detective Sherlock Moriarty?"

The visitor had a weird smile on his face that made Klein extremely uncomfortable. He looked him up and down a few times, and then slowly looked at the big boy Ian who was hiding behind him.

"Okay, please cooperate with our work and hand over this little thief who stole confidential documents." The unfamiliar policeman opened his ID and showed it, then pointed at Ian who was shrinking, "Maybe you don't understand

This cunning boy is an intelligence officer trained by a Fusac spy. He has betrayed countless important information to other countries over the years. As a good citizen, you should not cover him."

Klein learned from the ID produced by the other party that the name on the police officer ID of the person in front of him was John Farthing and his position was sergeant. There seemed to be nothing suspicious about it.

But that's not right.

Something fundamental is wrong, and it's just a mysterious and strange force that maintains a semblance of normalcy.

The viscosity and tightness flowing in the air can almost choke a person's throat, and even breathing requires courage, swallowing the sharp and sharp cold air while the heartbeat is silently accelerating.

Is Ian an intelligence officer trained by Feysac spies? By the way, when I accepted the commission to find Detective Zerrell, this big boy once mentioned that he was an assistant collecting information for Zerrell... and at that time, in order to complete the commission, I

, by the way, to satisfy his curiosity, after leading Ian to the sewer where Zerrell's body was, he carefully turned back and saw Ian taking a denture from Detective Zerrell's body, so he passed.

Divination confirmed that there is a lot of hidden secrets behind this matter... The note that Ian said he would give to me before should be the important item that caused the fight between the Loen military and Ambassador Intis... Klein

I instantly realized some doubts that I had never figured out before.

He paused for a few seconds, as if he was digesting Sergeant Fassin's kind advice, but in fact he was adjusting his breathing rate at a gentle rhythm, preparing the mood for speaking:

"Mr. Sheriff, if this young man has really committed espionage and treason, of course I will cooperate with the police in the arrest operation and fulfill my civic obligations..."

Before he finished speaking, Sheriff Fassin in front of him suddenly twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled, and the muscles that made up his facial features began to squirm strangely, melting and reorganizing into another face.

It was a somewhat familiar face, with a stiff and serious expression. Over the weekend, as a patrol policeman, he had just visited the house at No. 15 Minsk Street with two thugs from the Zmang Party.

Klein couldn't help but froze. He opened his mouth slightly and almost forgot the next words.

"When I came to your house last time, it didn't seem to be as lively as today." The cold-faced patrolman raised the corners of his mouth and raised a weird and uncoordinated smile, revealing his pale teeth. "But it's not all bad news.

At least the whereabouts of Ian and the manuscript can be determined, right?"

"You are..." Klein was stunned and instinctively glanced at Ian behind him, realizing that he had once again fallen into the weird sluggish state before.

"Don't think too much, I just came to say hello to you."
To be continued...