Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 128 Ian
"Is it already a Beyonder?"

Philip squatted down, picked up Xiaobai, looked at the other party's whole body, and finally couldn't help but ask.

"Don't underestimate the 'Beast Tamer'. You should have more trust in me." The pharmacist stood up and clapped his hands. "If you have any questions that shouldn't be asked, you can come to me. I will most likely be in Backlund for the next period of time."

In other words, you will leave later?

Philip keenly perceived the hidden message in the other party's words, nodded slightly in response, then pulled his hood down and left the place under the escort of the waiter.

This time, Philip walked around the alleys twice, which was rare. Xiaobai in his arms raised his head, staring at him with blue eyes, and called softly:
"Meow~"

Ok?
Philip lowered his head, shifted his attention to it, and touched its head. The latter tilted its head, closed its eyes and enjoyed it silently, as peaceful as the night.

Extraordinary Pets
It should be able to speak, right?

It couldn't be that I really bought a fake product. If I go to the pharmacist to return it, there is no way he can ask him to spit out the medullary crystal of the Elf Spring to cancel the transaction. Tsk. Philip comforted himself in his heart, maybe it was because the little guy hasn't adapted yet, doesn't want to talk or hasn't learned to speak human language yet.

While thinking this, Philip breathed a sigh of relief, then quickened his pace, completely left the alley, came to the street outside, and began to walk towards the one-bedroom apartment he rented in the bridge area.

By the way, the money I spend on renting a horse-drawn carriage every time I go out is enough to cover my living expenses for a week. It’s a bit extravagant. It would be great if there was a better way to travel.
As he thought about this, he sighed slightly, preparing to ask the Hanged Man or Sharon about this extraordinary ability later, and then calmed down and enjoyed the long night.

Backlund's rental carriages usually started to disappear after eleven or twelve o'clock at night. Before that, Philip didn't have to worry about not being able to get a taxi.

Thursday, January 9, morning.

Jingle Bell--!
The sound of the doorbell made Philip, who was sitting on the sofa, raise his eyebrows slightly. He exchanged glances with Klein beside him, then stood up and walked silently upstairs to the bedroom.

After confirming that Philip had closed the door, Klein quietly put away the newspaper and placed it on the coffee table. Then he stood up and opened the door.

"Hello, who are you looking for?"

The visitor was a boy of fifteen or sixteen, dressed in an old, worn overcoat inappropriate for his age and a bowler hat. His bright red eyes held unconcealable fear and terror.

At this point, he had already taken a few steps back and half-turned, which made Klein feel that if he had delayed for another ten seconds, the other party might have already left.

This shows that this guy has no confidence in me and doesn't even want to choose me. But there is no other choice. Klein subconsciously analyzed it, but quickly gathered his thoughts and returned to reality.

Forget it. Instead of taking on some shocking case like the protagonists in those fictional works, it is better to believe that the boy in front of me is looking for Jane Charlotte, also known as Philip.

Maybe you are a fan of "Sherlock Holmes"?

However, how the other party knew the address was very intriguing. If this was the case, Klein could only semi-force the other party into the house and inquire about the whole story.

The older boy composed himself and hesitantly asked, "Are you Detective Sherlock Moriarty?"

Well, it's to me.

"Yes." Klein breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly perked up. He looked around and said, "If there's anything, let's go inside and talk."

"Okay." As if he had prepared himself mentally, the boy's expression gradually calmed down. He didn't refuse Klein's request and followed him into the house. He then followed Klein's lead to the reception area and sat on the long sofa.

"What should I call you? What do you want to entrust me with?"

Klein, who already had relevant experience, asked skillfully.

"You can call me Ian." The older boy looked around and was silent for several seconds. "I was previously hired by another detective, Mr. Zreal Victor Lee, to help him collect some information and intelligence."

Um, not familiar
Klein also sat on the sofa. He didn't proactively ask for details about the other party, treating him as an ordinary colleague. "So your commission is related to your former employer?"

"Yeah." Ian nodded solemnly and was about to continue speaking.

At this moment, Philip, or Jane Charlotte, who had changed her clothes, came down from the second floor wearing a light blue dress.

Noticing the confusion in Ian's eyes, Klein introduced her, "Jane Charlotte, my landlord. Perhaps you're more familiar with another identity: the author of Sherlock Holmes."

The older boy's eyes widened, and he asked in surprise, "So the protagonist of that novel, the prototype of Sherlock Holmes, is you?"

"No no no no!"

Klein's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately waved his hands in denial, even shaking his head twice. "It's just a coincidence. I just met Miss Jane this month and moved in here. I have nothing to do with Sherlock in the book."

"Honestly, I have nothing to do with Sherlock in the book. I was shocked at first, but there's no need to change my name just because of this coincidence, so I just treat it as a coincidence of fate."

"That's it." Ian nodded, not knowing whether it was because he had more important things to do or he was really not interested, and he didn't say anything more about it.

"A few days ago, I suddenly realized that I was being followed by someone with bad intentions, so I thought of a way to get rid of them."

"I suspected my experience was related to Mr. Zreal, so I went to visit him at his residence. I found that although the place seemed normal, many hidden little mechanisms that hinted at someone's infiltration had been triggered."

"I haven't seen Mr. Zreal since that day. I suspect something happened to him, but the detectives I know said that Mr. Zreal recently appeared at a gathering of his colleagues."

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

"Ah, huh?" An excited smile suddenly appeared on Philip's delicate face. He patted Klein on the shoulder and said, "Sounds good. Looks like I can finally follow you and experience a slightly more normal case."

"."

After two or three seconds of silence, Klein shook his head and said with a helpless smile, "This isn't normal. It's hard to imagine someone being able to perfectly disguise themselves as someone else under the noses of a bunch of detectives."

Unless it's the "Faceless Man".

Philip responded in his heart.

　I still owe you one chapter, I will definitely pay it back, if nothing goes wrong it will be tomorrow

　　
　
(End of this chapter)