Mystery: Who has seen my brother?

Chapter 187 Meursault

After sending Xio back, Klein did not leave Sefirah Castle in a hurry. Instead, he used the Sefirah Castle's perspective to observe for a while and confirmed that Xio did not dare to tell the official Sefirah Castle because of his identity as a wild Beyonder. Only then did he leave Sefirah Castle.

However, just in case, he still needed to contact the lady as an official Beyonder.

As he thought about this, Klein lay back, his spirituality enveloping his body, simulating the feeling of falling. He left Sefirah Castle and returned to his beloved bed, until he was awakened by a knock on the door.

The knock on the door was so loud that it seemed as if it was going to tear Klein's door down.

He opened his eyes drowsily and glanced out the window. The crimson moon was still hanging in the sky. Although it was showing signs of setting, it still dominated the sky.

Who is it?

It's the middle of the night... You'll get complained about for being so loud...

In the dim moonlight, Klein glanced at the clock—it was a little after four twenty, and he immediately became even more dissatisfied.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
Boom!Boom!Boom!
The knocks on the door came one after another, like waves that never stopped. The sound became more and more urgent, indicating the limit of the patience of the person outside the door.

wrong!

Why so urgent?
Klein's mind slowly came to, and he frowned, noticing something unusual.

Not many people knew "Sherlock Moriarty," and when the client had urgent matters, he wouldn't prioritize a private detective like him, a relatively unknown individual who had just arrived in Backlund. He could only think of Ian as the person to look for him so anxiously. But Ian didn't seem like someone who would treat his door this way. Furthermore, Klein was worried that Ian was trying to drag him down by looking for him at this time.

Klein put on his coat and walked quickly towards the door. At the same time, he cautiously reached for the tarot cards in his pocket, pulled out a card at random, and held it between two fingers, ready to throw it out at any time.

He opened the door a little and saw the person coming through the gap.

It wasn't Ian, but a man from the plateau with dark skin and deep eye sockets.

According to the results of his psychic communication, the man was called Meursault, the "executioner" of the Zimanger party, and a leader of high status.

"You are Sherlock Moriarty."

Although it is a question, the tone is extremely affirmative.

Before Klein could answer, Meursault continued, "I want you to find someone."

This gentleman seemed to have absolutely no idea what "low-key" meant. Whether knocking on the door or talking loudly, Klein couldn't help but worry that it would attract the nearby police and cause unnecessary trouble.

Of course, it is also possible that this is this gentleman’s “low-key” mode, but this “low-key” is still very high-profile.

"The person I'm looking for is called Ian, Ian Wright. He has bright red eyes, is about fifteen or sixteen years old, and likes to wear an old brown coat and a matching bowler hat. I think you should know him."

As expected, Ian's matter is quite troublesome... Klein thought with a headache.

But of course Klein couldn't sell Ian out, as this violated the professional ethics of a private detective. If others knew that "Sherlock Moriarty" had given his client's information to others, then his career as a private detective would be over.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about." Meursault stared at Klein with no expression on his face, but perhaps because of his face, he always gave people a ferocious feeling.

The tall plateau man didn't say anything and turned away without hesitation, which surprised Klein.

Are you trying to sneak attack me?

Klein was secretly alert and looked around.

On the second floor of No. 17 Minsk House, he saw a strange man's face hidden behind the curtains, looking at him cautiously.

That should be Mrs. Summer's husband... Klein guessed in his heart... As expected, Meursault still attracted the attention of the neighbors. I hope they won't call the police.

Klein withdrew his gaze and confirmed that no one was watching nearby except the landlord and his wife before returning to the room. But even so, he didn't dare to let his guard down and go back to sleep. Meursault left so quickly that he always felt uneasy.

He turned on the light in the living room, rummaged around in the living room and bedroom, and found some old newspapers to pass the time.

The crimson moon gradually dimmed its light, and the dazzling sun could not wait to rise into the sky.

The sunlight shines through the window and falls on the words.

Klein looked up from his newspaper, casually ate some bread and milk, and left 15 Minsk Street, taking a detour back home.

The first thing he saw when he entered the house was Eve and Ruirui having breakfast in the living room. He asked with a little surprise, "What's going on today?"

Eve moved her mouth twice, swallowed the food in her mouth, and said, "Tell me what's going on first, and then I'll decide if I have anything to do today."

"I just saw you got up early," Klein muttered softly, then added inwardly, somewhat unsurely, "Although something does happen."

Eve tilted her head and pointed one ear at Klein, looking as if she was listening attentively.

"A little after four in the morning, Meursault, the executioner of the Zmanger Party, knocked on the door of 15 Minsk Street," Klein paused, organizing his words, and continued, "He wanted me to provide information about Ian, but I refused."

"Then he left. Meursault left so abruptly that it always felt wrong to me."

"So..." Eve raised her eyebrows and spoke in a long voice, motioning for Klein to continue. But her understanding expression clearly showed that she already knew Klein's thoughts.

"So, I hope you can stay at 15 Minsk Street as 'Sherlock Moriarty' while I'm at work." Klein didn't care and naturally took over Eve's words, continuing, "I speculate that Meursault or other members of the Zmanger Party might come to me again, but I don't have time to stay at 15 Minsk Street for a long time. I'm worried that they might notice something unusual or implicate my neighbors. It would also be difficult for the 'Sherlock Moriarty' identity to continue operating in the long term."

It would be very suspicious if "Sherlock Moriarty" only appeared for a short period each day in the afternoon.

"If there's a commission, you can just take it and I'll complete it. You don't need to do anything. Just like at home, read a book or newspaper." Klein knew exactly how lazy his sister was and continued to persuade Eve, trying to get her to agree.

"Hmm..." Eve hesitated for two seconds, then slowly extended a finger and tapped her chin, again and again, with a strange rhythm. "I've heard of the Zmanger Party."

"If it's just this matter, then I still have time."

(End of this chapter)