Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 110 The Fool's New Home

10 PM.

On the streets of the Joewood district.

Philip carried a paper bag in one hand and walked around under the cover of the light mist from the evening drizzle and the darkness of the night, while holding a small piece of sausage in his other hand, trying to attract his target.

Three hours, no, two hours is the limit. There are many things to deal with, no need to spend time here. We can take our time later. He walked in the shadows, using his extraordinary intuition to survey his surroundings.

Just now.

A black figure darted out from not far away; it was thin, agile, and cautious.

With the help of the streetlights, Philip observed for several seconds using his terrifying eyesight compared to ordinary people, but after failing to find anything, he immediately determined in his mind the color of the other person's fur—

black.

It seems a bit small.

Philip narrowed his sapphire eyes and unconsciously curled up the corners of his mouth. He didn't want to alert the little guy, but after confirming that the little guy had noticed him, he silently put down the sausage in his hand and took a few steps back.

Meow~

A cute voice, enough to soften the hearts of cat lovers, rang out. The kitten's eyes were fixed on the sausage, and its outstretched right paw hinted at its eager anticipation.

Faced with this situation, the cat still maintained a natural wariness, remaining still for more than ten seconds. Only after seeing Philip take two steps back did it quickly leap forward and snatch the small piece of sausage.

Seeing that the other person hadn't run away, Philip couldn't help but laugh. He then reached into the paper bag, took out a piece of sausage cut into small pieces, and murmured in the night:

"Little guy, you're lucky, but you're a bit too small for now. I guess we can't count on you for the time being. We'll have to ask that guy and see if he's any good."

Tuesday, October 9th.

In the morning, in front of 17 Braun Street.

Klein straightened his tailcoat and, after confirming that apart from his exaggerated beard, there was nothing wrong with the outfit, stepped forward and rang the doorbell of the house in front of him.

Philip didn't specify a time, and with his wallet somewhat empty and lacking sufficient funds, it was unrealistic for him to seek out the gathering of extraordinary individuals, members of the secret order, or even work as a private investigator.

After all, when you're doing your job, you have to publish your work in the newspapers, even if it's not the most famous newspapers, even if it's just for a month and there's only a barely noticeable mention on the sidelines, it still costs nearly £30!

If you can't even afford this, I'm sorry, but aside from the possibility that a kind neighbor might ask you for help with something, you won't even be able to find your cat or dog.

A dozen seconds later, the door opened.

A blonde girl in a light blue dress came into Klein's view, catching him off guard even though he had the "Joker" ability to control his expressions. He was stunned and began to wonder if he had made a mistake.

On the other hand, the moment Philip saw the man in front of him, he was certain that if the man in front of him wasn't someone in disguise, then he was definitely Klein Moretti!

As she thought this, she raised an eyebrow slightly, parted her thin lips, and uttered the words that made Klein's heart race:

"Klein Moretti?"

"Cough cough cough!"

A few dry coughs drowned out the sentence.

Klein no longer had any doubts, tipped his hat, and said, "Hello, miss, my name is Sherlock Moriarty. I saw GG in the newspaper and would like to rent your room."

"Sherlock Moriarty?"

Philip drew out his words, rubbing his chin, his sapphire blue eyes fixed on the other person. Seeing her slightly evasive gaze, he shook his head and said, "This is really interesting."

After a few seconds of silence, without giving Klein time to wonder, she immediately asked:

"By the way, do you have any identification?"

Philip's seemingly unintentional question prompted Klein to come up with a pre-prepared explanation: "I'm sorry, I was in such a hurry when I came to Backlund that I forgot to bring it."

However, the question he thought he could easily brush off was met with a meaningful raised eyebrow from Philip:

"No identification?"

Klein's heart skipped a beat.

He had assumed the girl in front of him was most likely Philip's companion, and that he could easily gloss over the situation. But now, it seemed things weren't looking good.

However, what happened next was somewhat unexpected. Philip led Klein into the room and then said to himself, "This will be troublesome. I'll take care of the identification. Of course, you owe me £12 now."

what?

Klein suddenly realized that stepping into this room was a mistake, and even prepared to send another letter to Philip asking what kind of awful place he had recommended.

Although somewhat reluctant, Klein thought it over carefully and realized that it wouldn't do him much harm, and that the price was indeed fair, so he nodded in agreement and began to discuss the rental contract with the other party.

The rent is 5 soles per week, with no furniture usage fee and a deposit of only 10 soles. However, in return, Klein is required to clean the entire house at least twice a week, essentially renting it out in exchange for labor.

After the two copies of the standard contract were signed and both parties had kept theirs, Philip, who had finally had his fill of playing, finally spoke:

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

"Mr. Sherlock, are you interested in magic?"

magic?

Klein, who was about to steer the conversation toward relief funds, opened his mouth to say something, but then saw the girl in front of him silently walk upstairs and return a few minutes later in the form of Philip.

"you"

Based on the girl's earlier words and his memories of Triss, Klein pointed at Philip, his expression suddenly turning strange. "You've become a 'witch'?"

Witch my ass!

Philip resisted the urge to speak in Chinese, keeping his words to himself, and couldn't help but chuckle as he retorted, "Don't just think of that on your own. Anyway, let's get down to business. How much money do you need to borrow?"

"Uh, 50 pounds?"

Klein roughly considered the potential expenses and the awkward situation private investigators faced in their early days, and spoke somewhat embarrassedly.

Philip wasn't bothered by the amount; after all, he only needed 50 pounds to hire a reliable roommate and laborer. Anyway, he trusted Klein's character.

"Meow~"

Just then, a cat meowed.

Holding five banknotes, Klein looked in the direction of the sound and saw a jet-black head staring at him with blue eyes from the cat's nest in the corner, its mouth open and meowing.

When did Philip get his cat?

(End of this chapter)