Mystery: Who has seen my brother?

Chapter 188 Blonde Lady
Eve stretched out a finger and waved it in front of Klein. Under his puzzled gaze, she raised her hand and snapped her fingers. Immediately, the beautiful woman in front of her turned into a mature man.

He hummed twice, put one hand on his waist, and stretched out two fingers with the other hand to make a scissors gesture, slowly passing in front of his eyes. He raised an eyebrow and asked, "How is it?"

Klein felt a chill run down his spine and said with disdain, "Don't do such weird things with my vest."

If it was Eve's original appearance, she would definitely be a pleasing beautiful girl, with a bit of cuteness and cuteness, but "Sherlock Moriarty" is a mature man, and making such an action would only make people feel strange.

It seems he needs to be promoted to Master of Puppetry soon... Klein then thought silently in his heart that if he could be promoted to Master of Puppetry, it would be much easier to handle the relationship between "Sherlock Moriarty" and "Klein Moretti", and he wouldn't need to ask Eve for help.

However, he had been receiving training in the church recently, so Klein had fewer opportunities to act than before, and his progress in digesting the potion had also slowed down a lot.

Eve snorted softly, lowered her hand, and said, "I can't stand this. How am I going to play the Faceless Man from now on?"

"This has nothing to do with playing the Faceless Man," Klein retorted. Without giving Eve a chance to argue, he immediately added, "I have to go to work."

Eve opened her mouth, and the unspoken sophistry rolled around on the tip of her tongue before being swallowed back into her stomach, losing the opportunity to kill everyone.

"Then I'll go to work too," Eve said, "Now, I'm Detective Moriarty."

"Well, Mr. Moriarty," Klein tightened his cane and said, "I wish you a pleasant experience."

Klein changed his clothes, and after saying goodbye to each other, they left the room one after another. Klein left first, and before leaving, he checked the mailbox. There were still no letters from Benson and Melissa. Only a few morning newspapers ordered by Eve were lying quietly in the mailbox.

Klein let out a light breath. Although he had expected this to happen, he still felt disappointed every time he saw it.

What am I thinking...

Klein shook his head in self-mockery and closed the mailbox.

Five minutes after Klein left, Eve, who had finished breakfast, also walked out of 18 Minsk Street. Ruirui lay quietly in his arms, looking unusually well-behaved.

Eve opened the mailbox with one hand, took out the morning paper, and walked around to No. 15 Minsk Street.

When you open the door, you will see a neat and simple living room. The owner of the house has not made any modifications to it, and everything is still the same as when the original owner left.

Eve glanced at him casually for a moment before looking away. Holding the newspaper in her left hand, she lowered her head and touched Ruirui's head with her right hand. She said, "Don't run around today. Stay here with me."

"Meow~"

Ruirui lowered her head, trying to avoid Eve's touch, and seemed to be resisting. She meowed softly, but did not indicate whether she agreed or not.

Eve pressed down her hand and ruffled Rarity's neatly combed hair. Then, ignoring her slightly threatening growl, she carried Rarity to the armchair in the living room. She stretched out two fingers to pick up the newspaper on the table, lay down on the armchair, and placed the black cat on her abdomen.

After landing on Eve's soft belly, the tiny black cat quickly curled up into a ball, its tail tucked close to its body. It raised its head slightly and licked its front paws, combing its tangled fur with them. Its eyes held a hint of resentment, and it occasionally glanced at Eve. Eve chuckled softly and covered Rarity with today's morning paper and the newspaper on the table. The large newspapers immediately buried the black cat, leaving only a pair of triangular ears exposed.

Ruirui didn't resist. The newspapers weren't many, and they didn't feel heavy at all. She also liked the dark environment they created. She shook her ears, shrank inward again, rolled herself into a ball, and hid in the newspaper "blanket."

Eve picked up the topmost newspaper and shook it, revealing a conspicuous dark red circle. She looked at the content encircled by the dark red circle. "A new type of transportation. Further investment. Details to be negotiated..."

Hmm... Zhou Mingrui wants to invest in this means of transportation?
She had seen the ad, which was in yesterday's newspaper. Klein still had it and marked it. The intention was quite obvious.

Is Zhou Mingrui short of money?
Eve thought about the bounties Zhou Mingrui had received during this period, and it didn't seem like he was short of money, but he didn't delve into this issue. Maybe he just wanted to expand his own treasury. After all, no one would dislike having too much money.

Eve stopped her random thoughts and put the newspaper back into the pile. She picked up a few newspapers from Klein's desk and found that they were all old newspapers from yesterday. She lost interest and found her morning paper from the pile and started reading.

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St. Samuel's Church in the northern district of Backlund
As soon as Klein arrived at the church, he saw a short blonde lady sitting in the church praying.

Blonde hair was not uncommon in Backlund, but the frizzy blond hair and short stature reminded Klein of the lady he had dragged to Sefirah Castle at night.

Although obscured by the gray fog, the lady's features were very clear.

They are both sitting, but this lady seems to be taller than the blonde lady, but the possibility of her being in disguise cannot be ruled out.

According to Klein's thoughts, she would definitely try to save herself after coming into contact with him, and due to her identity as a wild Beyonder, she could not directly ask for help from the official Beyonders.

But if Klein revealed the danger to the woman, she might directly report it to the authorities, which was definitely something Klein didn't want to see. He didn't want to be exposed to the authorities.

Hmm... Try contacting her as Red Gloves. It's best not to contact her as The Fool for a week, so as not to irritate her...

Klein retracted his gaze, casually passed by the blonde lady, and entered the church.

As he passed by the lady, Klein kept his eyes downcast, observing her quietly.

The moment Klein passed by, the lady raised her head slightly. Because she lowered her head, Klein couldn't observe her expression, but he could sense a faint gaze passing over his hand like a feather.

Is she looking at the red gloves?

The iconic costume of "Red Gloves" may really be the lady from last night.

Before Klein could think any further, the sight quickly disappeared, as if it had never existed.

(End of this chapter)