Chapter 158 Detective Moriarty's First Fan

"No, it's just luck, it's just that God is blessing me." Klein humbly stepped aside and invited Stuart to come in.

What he said was actually the truth. This matter was really lucky. He already knew where Emlyn White was before the other party accepted the mission.

Stuart took off his woolen coat, took off his hat, and hung them on the shelf in the hall, tremblingly saying:

"It's fucking cold, maybe I'll have to try those cotton-filled jackets."

"It can't be called cold, can it? You go to the north of Jianhai County, live in Lindong County for a day, and you will understand what the real low temperature is, the real winter." Klein laughed.

Immediately, he asked generously:

"A cup of hot coffee?"

"This is exactly what I expected." Stuart followed to the living room on the first floor, "I have been to the north of Jianhai County, and I know the low temperature and heavy snow there. It was a pretty good vacation, but Backlund's The cold is not bad, it penetrates my clothes like magic and seeps into my bones, oh, the hearth to admire!"

Stuart stood in front of the charcoal-burning fireplace for a full twenty seconds before sitting on the sofa. Looking at Klein who was busy making instant coffee, he said:

"In the New Year, I plan to go to the south for vacation and go fishing in Disi Bay. What about your vacation plans? We endured the air in Backlund for a year and worked hard to save money for this kind of vacation."

"Perhaps, it's also going to Dixie Bay..." Klein said hesitantly, his face turned to Stuart, and his expression was a little dazed for a moment.

This is about a contract.

A promise with brother Benson and younger sister Melissa.

"Haha, when the time comes, I'll show you my sea fishing skills." Stuart chattered, "We're still not rich enough, otherwise we really want to travel to Feysac, Intis, or even the Southern Continent. "

After Klein finished the coffee, he handed the white glazed porcelain cup to the other party. He took two steps back and sat across from him.

Holding the cup, Stuart took two deep breaths of the fragrant and warm air.

After a few seconds, he put down the cup and said very formally:

"According to the agreement, I will share the reward I got this time with you.

"The Whites gave a total of 50 pounds, and you contributed significantly more than me.

"Sherlock, how about 30 pounds? I have to give my informants some hard work."

Only 50 pounds? A vampire is only worth £50? Klein couldn't help but slander.

However, he also knew that it wasn't that the Whites didn't want to increase the amount of the reward, but that they were worried that giving too much money would frighten the detectives, make them have unnecessary associations, and attract the attention of the police or some official organizations.

For ordinary private investigators, a task of 50 pounds is already tempting enough. When Klein asked someone to investigate all the houses with red chimneys in Tingen City and the suburban towns, it only cost 7 pounds.

"In addition, the Whites gave an extra pound, saying that it was your fare for the past few days." Stuart took out six 5-pound banknotes and one 1-pound note with a little doubt.

Klein reached out to take it and casually checked the authenticity without explaining the fare.

Stuart didn't ask any more questions, instead he said with a smile:

"Besides Mr. Stanton, you are the best detective I have ever seen. Did you start your career halfway, or did you learn from a great detective before?"

Which great detective did you study with? There are so many, what Sherlock Holmes, what Hercule Poirot, what Wannian elementary school students, what kind of guy who is swindling in the name of grandpa... Klein complained a few words silently.

He thought for a while and said:

"I'm from Jianhai County. I did a lot of work in the early days, and then I became a detective."

"So your knowledge is rich enough!" Stuart suddenly said.

Hey, I'm a little embarrassed by your compliment... Klein smiled and didn't respond.

Stuart took a sip of coffee and said:

"Sherlock, if I encounter difficult cases that cannot be solved in the future, I hope to ask you for help."

My contacts in the detective world have also expanded... Klein replied cautiously:

"At that time, if I'm free."

After chatting for a while, Stuart tactfully bid farewell, and Klein sent him all the way to the hall.

After putting on his coat and hat, Stuart was about to open the door to go out when he suddenly turned around and said sincerely:

"Sherlock, you are too simple.

"Your talent deserves better coffee."

ah? Klein was taken aback for a moment, and then felt a little embarrassed.

He laughed dryly and said:

"I can't tell the difference between good and bad coffee, it's all the same to me."

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After seeing off Stuart, Klein went out, went to the butcher shop to buy some beef bones and some beef, went to the vegetable shop to buy white radish and other ingredients, and prepared the corresponding seasonings.

He wanted to prepare beef bone and radish soup for dinner to serve with the leftover rice. As for noon, he found a random restaurant on the street and ate lamb chops.

In the leisurely afternoon, Klein continued to study the "Book of Secrets". The more he read it, the more he felt that he knew too little about occultism.

Fortunately, he has a solid foundation, and he can quickly master many things as soon as he touches them and ponders them.

In the evening, he smelled the enticing aroma of beef bone and radish soup, and his Adam's apple wriggled up and down twice.

He heard the doorbell again, which sounded like a dinner horn.

Swallowing his saliva, Klein walked to the door and grabbed the handle.

A visitor naturally appeared in his mind. It was the handsome but not masculine red-eyed vampire Emlyn White.

There is no need to rush... He is a trustworthy guy... Klein opened the door and said with a smile:

"Good evening, Mr White."

Emlyn raised his chin, showing an expression of impatience.

Just as he was about to speak, Klein took a look at the brown priest's robe on him, and said with a "I understand" smile:

"You just came from Harvest Church?"

Who said you could hold on last night?

Emlyn couldn't maintain his gentlemanly demeanor immediately, he gritted his teeth and said:

"That old man, that old man...

"Damn it, how to get rid of that damn hint?"

Before Klein could answer, he patted the clothes on his chest and straightened his face:

"Take me to see the patient.

"A good dinner is waiting for me."

While speaking, he invisibly sniffed, as if he smelled something.

Klein didn't say any more, took his coat and hat and said:

"Okay, I'll take you there now."

After closing the door and taking a few steps, he asked cautiously:

"Do you have a medical license?"

Otherwise, how to convince Lawyer Jurgen to let Mrs. Doris take the medicine?

Emlyn looked at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle and said:

"I don't need that kind of credentials to show my ability."

Before Klein frowned, he casually added:

"It was so easy, I just dealt with it and got it."

... This tone sounds like he is quite proud of his medical license... Klein smiled and said nothing.

Emlyn looked at the wet ground ahead, and said casually:

"Do you know what I like best about Backlund?"

"What?" Klein echoed without curiosity.

Emlyn laughed and said:

"The chronically overcast skies and the mist covering the sun make it easier for me to go out during the day without feeling too uncomfortable.

"It's been fantastic, except the air isn't that great."

In other words, do vampires really take some damage from sunlight? Fortunately, I thought about this yesterday and didn't bring the sun brooch on purpose, otherwise I wouldn't be able to communicate with Emlyn... Klein seemed to understand something.

While talking, they had already arrived outside Jurgen's house, and Klein stepped forward and rang the doorbell.

After a while, the door opened, and Mrs. Doris, who was also dressed thickly at home, said in surprise:

"Mr. Detective, are you here as a guest?"

The black cat Brody squatted beside him quietly, looking at Emlyn vigilantly, as if he felt that something was wrong with this guy.

Klein pointed to the vampire beside him and said:

"I got to know a new doctor who is good at treating lung diseases, so I specially asked him to come and see you, this one, Dr. Emlyn White."

"Really? Do you still remember this matter? What a good boy!" Doris happily invited the two inside.

Child... The corners of Klein's mouth moved slightly, but he didn't say anything in the end.

On the way into the living room, Emlyn lowered his voice and said to him:

"The patient's problems were irreversible, she was very old and frail.

"Even if I give her the potion, she can survive this winter at best, and she will pass away in three to five years.

"Unless there is the legendary potion of immortality and similar things, it can only be like this, or turn her into a blood race? But at her age, she can no longer bear the physical changes caused by extraordinary characteristics, and my parents and I can't bear it anymore. There are no redundant features."

Irreversible... Klein was startled and sighed silently.

He said to Emlyn:

"Let's make her a potion first, and we'll talk about it after this winter."

"Alright, I have a finished medicine that is suitable for this situation." Emlyn sat down on the sofa unceremoniously.

At this time, lawyer Jurgen came out of the kitchen while taking off his apron, and asked Klein why he came.

"Doctor White, what do you think of my grandma's lung disease?" Jurgen asked seriously.

Emlyn is obviously very good at this kind of situation. First, he talked about his understanding of lung diseases, and then he stunned Jurgen and said:

"What she needs most is warm and healthy air, and this is my most sincere advice."

"In addition, I have a special drug that can be tried for free."

As he spoke, he took out his internal medicine license and a metal vial.

"Will there be side effects?" Jurgen asked cautiously.

"No, the only problem is that it can't cure the problem, it's only a temporary cure." Emlyn replied in a very professional manner, "If it wasn't for Detective Moriarty, I wouldn't let anyone try it."

"Perhaps try it? Well..." Mrs. Doris interrupted.

Jurgen glanced at Klein, and the other party who had done the divination beforehand gave a positive nod.

"Okay." Jurgen finally made a decision.

He watched Mrs. Doris drink the potion vigilantly, observing her reaction carefully.

Mrs. Doris didn't change much at first, but gradually she felt that her breathing was getting easier.

She stood up, bent down and hugged the cat, and said happily:

"I feel much better!"

Seeing this scene, the corners of Jurgen's mouth lifted slightly on his usual serious and unsmiling face.

But what Klein thought of was:

three to five years.

He outlined a smile and secretly sighed:

This can also be regarded as a kind of magic performance, using extraordinary abilities to create false results to make the audience happy...

PS: As soon as I got home, there were three shifts in two days, and it was updated in advance in the early morning.