Mystery: Who has seen my brother?

Chapter 171 Boy
It turns out that Fors is a little white mouse... Ruirui lowered her head and licked her paw, thinking silently in her heart.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was the sound of the pen tip sliding across paper, and the crisp "click" sound continued to overflow from the metallic pen tip.

Ruirui kicked off with her hind legs, jumped onto the desk and came close to Eve's hand, watching her write beautiful words one by one.

"...Dear Miss Fors, although I am willing to answer your questions, you should know that this comes at a price. Please carefully consider the price you are willing to pay. Once you have confirmed it, write to me again and I will come to see you. Of course, if you want to advance something in advance, I am also willing to do so..."

Ruirui watched Eve draw the last punctuation mark, blew gently twice, and waited until the ink was completely dry before putting it in an envelope and sending it to Fors.

"If the experiment is successful, we can further study how to protect the Abraham family without recruiting anyone else," Eve said with a grin. Ruirui could see that she was truly looking forward to it. "It can also be considered as a way of repaying the coordinates that Bethel gave me."

Eve has always been willing to help Abraham's family who stayed in Bethel.

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Backlund North District
Klein walked leisurely on the road to the station as usual.

Go home first. My sister should be at home right now. After transforming into Sherlock Moriarty, go to No. 15 Minsk Street. I left a piece of paper and pen outside the door yesterday. I wonder if they have received any commissions.

Klein pondered as he walked, his eyes fixed straight ahead, paying attention to the situation on the road.

The stone road was clean and tidy. Klein's silver-inlaid cane made a gentle clinking sound every time it fell. Various shops lined the road, and the red-roofed European-style buildings retained a sense of simplicity and antiquity.

Because it was getting off work, the number of pedestrians on the road far exceeded usual. Klein, holding his cane, walked through the crowd step by step, his eyes sweeping over the shops on both sides of the road.

Jack's Cloakroom, Backlund Department Store, Anna's Cake Shop...

Klein caught a glimpse of Anna's Cake Shop to his left and paused for a second.

He knew this cake shop because it was close to where he worked and he had seen his colleagues buying desserts from this cake shop.

It is said that the owner of "Anna's Cake Shop" was once a noble pastry chef who specialized in serving the nobility. The truth of this story is questionable, but it is obvious that this has earned "Anna's Cake Shop" a good reputation and is very popular among the middle class.

The desserts at Anna's Cake Shop are inflated in price but are indeed delicious, which makes middle-class gentlemen and ladies believe that the owner is an aristocratic pastry chef.

Klein looked at the cake shop window for two seconds, then turned and walked towards the cake shop.

He had already received the bounty and was not short of money. Although he couldn't spend the bounty recklessly, he could still use a small portion. After all, no one knew how much savings he had taken with him when he left home. Klein was not worried about being discovered.

Jingle Bell--

The wind chimes on the door chimed clear and melodiously, alerting the owner to the arrival of guests.

"Good afternoon, sir."

The owner of "Anna's Cake Shop" is an old lady who looks very kind. The wrinkles at the corners of her eyes become more obvious as she smiles, making her look even more kind. Her white hair and a few strands of light golden hair hidden in it are all neatly tied behind her head, which looks neat. She wears a yellow rose hair accessory in her white hair, which adds a bit of elegance.

"Is there anything you need?" The old man asked softly with a kind smile and old voice.

Klein's eyes flicked around, observing the interior. The cake shop wasn't large. Three steps from the entrance stood three glass counters, displaying a variety of exquisite desserts. Ice cubes were placed at the bottom of the glass counters to prevent them from melting in the scorching sun. On either side of the entrance sat two small round tables. At the right table sat a little boy with silver hair, enjoying an ice cream cone.

Silver-white hair... the rare color made Klein take a second look at the boy, but he quickly retracted his gaze and turned to the cupboard. "Can you recommend some for me?" Klein asked, his hat in hand, his eyes fixed on the exquisite pastries in the glass counter.

"Of course, sir, do you have a preference?"

"I also can."

The old man tapped the counter lightly with his finger and said with a smile, "This is Queen's Bread. You should have heard of it. It's very popular even among the nobility and has always sold very well."

She pointed to the cabinet on her left and said, "That's where they store the ice cream. It's the most popular item right now. After all, who can resist ice cream in the hot summer?"

After saying that, the old man chuckled again and looked at the little boy with silver hair and said, "I think my ice cream will not disappoint you. That little gentleman has already eaten three. Hmm... Although I feel honored, I am also worried that his mother will confiscate his pocket money when he returns home."

Hearing this, Klein glanced at the boy again.

Three, didn’t you have a stomachache?

He thought silently in his heart, then turned around and said to the owner: "Two ice creams, please."

The owner is right. It is very difficult and requires perseverance to refuse ice cream in the summer.

"Which one would you like, sir?" The shopkeeper, still smiling kindly, took out two containers of ice cream from the cabinet behind him. "Each one has a different flavor. Of course, you can try all of them."

There are six flavors in total, and each portion contains three balls, so there are exactly six flavors to try...

"Try them all," Klein said.

The owner nodded, picked up a spoon, and prepared to scoop out a scoop of each flavor of ice cream.

"Another ice cream, please."

Just as the store manager reached into the cabinet with his spoon, Klein heard a child's voice behind him.

This is the fourth one. Will he really get a stomachache? Klein complained in his heart and turned to look at the boy.

The boy had already put down the spoon in his hand and picked up the ice cream cup and placed it on the counter.

"Oh my God, this is the fourth one, little sir. Believe me, your mother will beat you."

The store manager took the cup but did not immediately add more ice cream to the boy's glass.

"It's okay, believe me." The boy said indifferently, then lowered his head, took out a piece of paper from the pocket of his overalls and began to fold it.

Klein saw the small square piece of paper transformed into a beautiful paper crane under the boy's nimble hands. He thought of the handicraft skills inherited from Eve and himself, and couldn't help but admire the boy.

It was obvious that magicians had increased their manual dexterity, but Klein's manual skills hadn't changed much.

(End of this chapter)