Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 110 The Fool's New Home
Ten p.m.

On the streets of Cherwood.

Philip was holding a paper bag in his hand, walking around in the thin mist created by the evening rain and the cover of the night, while his other hand was holding a small piece of sausage, trying to attract his target.

Three hours, no, two hours is the limit. There are many things to deal with. There is no need to spend time here. I can take my time later. He walked in the shadows, scouting his surroundings with the keen intuition of an extraordinary person.

Just now.

A black figure jumped out from not far away, thin, agile, and cautious.

With the help of the street gaslight, Philip observed for a few seconds with his eyesight, which was terrifying compared to that of ordinary people. After failing to find anything, he directly determined the other party's fur color in his mind.

black.

It seems a bit small.
Philip narrowed his sapphire eyes slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up subconsciously. He did not alert the snake, but after confirming that the little guy noticed him, he silently put down the piece of sausage in his hand and took a few steps back.

Meow~
A cute voice that is enough to soften the hearts of cat lovers rang out, and the kitten stared straight at the direction of the sausage, and the right front paw stretched forward indicated that it was ready to make a move.

But faced with this situation, the cat was still naturally wary. It remained in a stalemate for more than ten seconds. After seeing Philip take two steps back, it flapped its legs and quickly rushed forward to pick up the small piece of sausage.

Seeing that the other party did not run away, Philip couldn't help but laugh. Then he reached into the paper bag and took out another piece of sausage that had been cut into small pieces. He murmured in the night:
"Little guy, you're lucky, but you're a little small now. I guess I can't rely on you for the time being. I have to ask that guy to see if it's okay."

Tuesday, October 9th.

In the morning, in front of 17 Brown Street.

Klein adjusted his formal suit and, after confirming that there was nothing faulty about it except for the exaggerated beard, he walked forward and rang the doorbell of the house in front of him.

Philip did not mention a specific time, and his wallet was a little empty. Without sufficient funds, it would be unrealistic for him to look for gatherings of extraordinary people, members of the secret society, or even work as a private detective.

After all, in order to carry out one's work, one must place advertisements in newspapers. Even if it is not the most famous newspaper, even if it is only for one month and there is only an almost negligible mention in the margins, it will cost nearly 30 pounds!
If you can't even afford this, I'm sorry, except for a kind neighbor who may ask you for help with something, it's not your responsibility to even find a cat or dog.

After more than ten seconds, the door opened.

The blonde girl in a light blue dress came into Klein's sight. Even though he possessed the Joker's ability to control his facial expressions, Klein was caught off guard and froze for a moment. He began to wonder if he had made a mistake.

On the other hand, the moment he saw the man in front of him, Philip dared to assert that if this guy in front of him was not someone in disguise, then he was definitely Klein Moretti!
As she thought this, she raised her eyebrows slightly, opened her thin lips, and uttered words that made Klein's heartbeat suddenly accelerate:

"Cline Moretti?"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

A few dry coughs drowned out the words.

Klein no longer had any doubts. He took off his hat and saluted. Then he said, "Hello, miss. My name is Sherlock Moriarty. I saw the ad in the newspaper and hope to rent your room."

"Sherlock Moriarty?"

Philip's tone was drawn out, her chin pinched, her sapphire eyes fixed on the other person. Seeing his slightly evasive look, she shook her head and said, "How interesting." After a few seconds of silence, without giving Klein time to wonder, she asked:

"By the way, do you have any identification?"

Philip's seemingly casual question prompted Klein to bring out his prepared words: "Sorry, I was in such a hurry when I came to Backlund that I forgot to bring it with me."

However, he thought he could just brush off the question, but in return, Philip raised his eyebrows meaningfully:
"No identification?"

Klein's heart skipped a beat.

He originally thought that the girl in front of him was most likely Philip's companion, and that this matter could be dealt with in a haphazard manner. However, looking at the situation now, it doesn't seem good.

However, what unfolded next was somewhat beyond his expectations. Philip led Klein into the room and said to himself, "This will be very troublesome. I'll help you with the identification. Of course, you owe me 12 pounds now."

what?
Klein suddenly felt that stepping into this room was a wrong decision. He even prepared to send a letter to Philip again to ask what kind of hellish place he had recommended to him.

Although he felt a little helpless, after careful consideration, Klein realized that this wouldn't do him much harm and the price was indeed fair, so he nodded and agreed. He then began to negotiate the rental contract with the other party.

The rent was 5 soli per week, with no furniture usage fees required, and even the deposit was only 10 soli. However, in return, Klein had to clean the entire house at least twice a week, which was equivalent to paying rent in exchange for work.

After signing two copies of the standard contract and both parties had kept them, Philip, who had finally had enough fun, finally spoke:

"No, Mr. Sherlock, I wonder if you are interested in magic?"

magic?

Klein, who was about to turn the topic to the relief funds, opened his mouth to say something, but he saw the girl in front of him silently walk to the second floor. A few minutes later, she returned in the form of Philip.

"you"

Based on the girl's words and his memories of Tris, Klein pointed at Philip, his expression suddenly becoming a little strange. "You became a 'witch'?"

Witch, your grandma's legs!
Philip resisted the urge to speak Chinese, holding back his words in his heart, and couldn't help but complain: "Don't think of this subconsciously, forget it, let's talk about business, how much money do you want to borrow."

"Um, 50 pounds?"

Klein thought about the possible expenses and the embarrassing situation of the private detective in the early days, and spoke a little embarrassedly.

When Philip heard the amount, he didn't feel any turmoil. After all, it only cost 50 pounds to hire a reliable roommate and laborer. Ahem, in short, he still trusted Klein's character.

"Meow~"

At this moment, a cat's meow was heard.

Klein, holding five bills, looked in the direction of the sound and saw a pitch-black head in the cat's nest in the corner. It was staring at him with blue eyes and shouting with its mouth open.

When did Philip get a cat?
(End of this chapter)