Mystery: Who has seen my brother?

Chapter 178 Ian
The Red Gloves training wasn't difficult for Klein, especially the theoretical knowledge. Klein was certain that many High-Sequence Experts didn't have as much extraordinary knowledge as he did.

After "get out of class", Klein took a car back home, changed into Sherlock Moriarty's appearance, and then went to No. 15 Minsk Street, which he rented.

There was no writing on the notebook placed at the door. Klein picked it up with some disappointment, pinching the edge and flipping through it quickly.

Hua Hua Hua——

Along with the sound of pages flipping, a streak of black ink unexpectedly caught his eye. Klein immediately extended his finger forward a few centimeters, pressing down on the rapidly passing page, and then flipped back a few pages.

"Brave Bar"

The handwriting was illegible, with only a location and no agreed time. It was clear the person had been writing in a state of emergency. It didn't seem like a message a legitimate citizen would leave; it was most likely an urgent matter that couldn't be resolved through formal channels.

Klein's gaze repeatedly lingered on the words "Brave Bar."

As an official, he feels more at ease handling such matters himself. If it involves illegal crimes, he can even act as an undercover agent.

But there was no agreed time… Klein closed the notebook with a calm expression, took it in his hand, opened the door, and casually placed it on the table.

Then he lay down on the sofa casually, closed his eyes, and muttered in his heart:

"The person who left a message in the notebook today."

"The person who left a message in the notebook today."

……

"The person who left a message in the notebook today."

Klein used meditation to quickly enter a dream. In the dream, Klein saw a thin, youthful-looking boy wearing an extremely ill-fitting old coat and a round hat, walking towards No. 15 Minsk Street with his head lowered.

The boy knocked on the door twice, his eyes always alertly watching his surroundings. After making sure that there was no one in the house, he hurriedly opened his notebook and left a message.

The boy's appearance reminded Klein of the kid selling magazines that day.

Could it be that the Southern Continent resistance forces hiding in Backlund have come looking for me?
But...isn't this review time too short? According to Eve, it should take at least a month.

Klein was confused. He slowly opened his eyes, covered his stomach with one hand, supported himself on the sofa with the other, quickly stood up from the sofa, and rushed to the bathroom.

Although Klein didn't notice anyone around, the boy's identity was obviously sensitive, and he couldn't guarantee that there wouldn't be any peepers around his residence because of the boy.

Klein hurried to the bathroom, closed the door behind him, and pulled out his citrine pendulum from his coat pocket. He also took out the pen and paper he had hidden in the bathroom, wrote down his divination, and let the pendulum drop naturally until it touched the surface of the paper.

After the pendulum stabilized, Klein muttered to himself, "The boy who left a message in my notebook today is a member of the resistance."

"The boy who left a message in my notebook today is a member of the Resistance."

……

"The boy who left a message in my notebook today is a member of the Resistance."

In Klein's sight, the topaz pendulum began to spin rapidly counterclockwise.

No, it has nothing to do with the resistance.

Klein felt somewhat disappointed. He held the pendulum with his hand and waited until it was completely still before silently reciting, "The boy who left the message is not in the Brave Bar right now."

"The boy who left the message is not in the Brave Bar right now."

... "The boy who left the message is not in the Brave Bar right now."

The Citrine Pendulum began to spin again, but this time it was spinning clockwise.

Sure enough, he's not here...

The boy's message might also be seen by the people chasing him, so it is very likely that he reported a false location to mislead the other party.

Klein exerted a slight force on his wrist and lifted his fingers upward. The topaz pendulum drew an arc and landed steadily in the palm of his hand.

He retracted his pendulum, placed his hand on the bathroom door handle and pressed down slightly.

"Click——"

"Boom boom boom——"

The sound of the door unlocking and knocking rang out simultaneously. Klein immediately took two quick steps, left the bathroom, and opened the door. His gaze drifted out and landed on the person outside.

Outside the door was a boy wearing an old, ill-fitting coat and a bowler hat.

This is the boy who left the message!
The figure he had just seen in his dream was still present in Klein's mind, allowing him to recognize the boy at a glance.

He wouldn't have stayed away...

Klein turned sideways to give the boy enough space to pass through. The moment Klein turned sideways, the boy immediately got into the house.

"Excuse me, are you Detective Sherlock Moriarty?" the boy asked immediately after entering the room.

"Yes," Klein said, pointing to the long sofa in the reception area. "Please take a seat. What should I call you? What can I do for you?"

You can call me Ian." The boy sat down on the sofa and immediately looked Klein up and down. He then habitually glanced around and was silent for several seconds before saying, "I was previously employed by another detective, Mr. Zerrel Victor Lee, to help him gather some information and intelligence."

It doesn't sound like something illegal, and it's normal for a detective to have a few enemies...

Klein silently speculated in his mind and said, "Is your commission related to Mr. Zreal?"

"Yes." Ian nodded and continued, "A few days ago, I suddenly found myself being followed by a group of people with bad intentions. I suspected that this 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 traps that hinted at someone's infiltration had been triggered."

"Since that day, I haven't seen Mr. Zreal again. I suspect something happened to him."

"I tried to call the police, but he hadn't been missing for the required number of days. I tried asking other detectives I knew for help, but they all turned me down, saying they had just seen Mr. Zrel at a party with his colleagues."

"This is incredible!"

At this point, Ian's voice rose slightly.

"Those are detectives with top-notch observation skills. It's almost impossible to pretend to be someone else in front of them."

Some extraordinary abilities can do this... Klein added in his mind. If it is an extraordinary ability, then this matter also involves extraordinary people, which happens to be within the scope of the Nighthawks' business.

Ian didn't know what Klein was thinking, so he continued:

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

"I still stand by my judgment and plan to ask for help from a detective Mr. Zreal doesn't know. Well, since I don't know anyone either, I don't know who to turn to. I can only find out through the newspapers, and that's how I found you, Mr. Sherlock Moriarty."

(End of this chapter)