After seeing clearly that Klein was holding only a black cane and realizing that nothing happened, Kaslana and the others regained their composure, and frowned at the same time and asked:
“What happened just now?”
“Ever since I picked up a pistol and turned it in, I’ve been learning the technique of simulating vocalizations, and it seems to be working pretty well.” Klein replied half-jokingly.
“This is not an interesting thing, Detective Moriarty.” Kaslana said quietly.
I just want to perform a magic trick for you. Klein complained, handed the cane to the maid, nodded solemnly and said:
“I’ll pay attention.”
Stuart, who was most embarrassed just now, showed no signs of anger. He patted his clothes with interest, stood up and asked:
“Mr. Moriarty, why haven’t I heard of you? I mean, I know a lot of people in the detective industry, but I didn’t know you before.”
“I didn’t arrive in Backlund until early September.” Klein explained briefly.
“That’s it,” Stuart said with a smile, “Tonight we will work in teams of two and we will be in charge from early morning to tomorrow morning, no problem, right?”
“No.” Klein responded with the same smile.
“Okay, after dinner, you will go to rest, and then take turns in the early morning.” Kaslana added next to her.
Klein took a deep look at Adol, who was trembling with his head buried in his head, and nodded seriously.
Nothing happened all afternoon, and the concerned host and hostess prepared a sumptuous dinner for the detective and the security staff, but no alcoholic beverages.
After eating and drinking, Klein and Stuart, a young man with a beard, walked to their guest room on the second floor.
Seeing no one around, Stuart shook his head and said:
“Sherlock, you should have seen that Adol’s problem is not that someone wants to take revenge on him.”
Brother, are you very familiar? Klein asked without changing his expression:
“How to say”
“He looks like he has a mental problem, or, as the country says, is haunted by ghosts and evil spirits. Frankly speaking, I am very afraid of this.” Stuart sighed, “Carloman Sir, you should take him to see a psychiatrist, and if that doesn’t work, find the priests of the Storm Lord and ask them to sprinkle holy water and perform rituals.”
“You can make this suggestion to him.” Klein said cogently.
“If Adol hasn’t gotten better in two days, I will consider it.” Stuart glanced sideways at Klein.
Klein smiled and said:
“This is your business. I will end the commission tomorrow.”
At this time, the two arrived at their destination and entered their rooms respectively.
At 1 o’clock in the morning, in Adol’s bedroom.
Klein sat in the rocking chair, holding Azik’s bronze whistle, and looked at the protected person quietly, while Stuart was drinking coffee at the desk.
The two of them didn’t speak, fearing to wake Adol who had finally fallen asleep.
Time passed by minute by second, and suddenly a cold feeling swept through the room.
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