Ding! Dong! A rope was being tugged, causing the doorbell and the sound it made to constantly tinkle and send its sound echoing throughout the spacious but relatively empty living room.

Klein, who was seated on the sofa reading a newspaper to study the various investment opportunities, stood up. He was wearing a white shirt and a black vest without a bow tie, just like what one would wear at home.

The first job in my career as a detective? But I can’t always be at home, waiting for a mission to arrive. Yes… I need to hang a notice on the door, along with a fountain pen, so that clients can write down the time of their next visit and allow me to prepare in advance… However, for a new detective in this profession, without any fame, doing so would basically be the same as not having a “next time”… Sigh, I can only go through the trouble of performing a divination in the morning to see if I would receive any jobs for the day. And if so, what time so as to make plans… Of course, it’s also possible that I would miss out on missions from powerful Beyonders. Well, so be it, it might be a good thing after all…

He walked to the door, and without looking through the peephole, the image of the visitors outside appeared in his mind:

One of them was an old lady in a black plush hat. Her back was slightly hunched, and her face was deeply wrinkled. Her skin was shriveled and sallow, but her dark dress was very formal and neat.

Her temples were completely white, but her blue eyes were quite lively. She was looking at the young man beside her, gesturing for him to pull the doorbell again.

The young man was in his twenties, with eyes similar to those of the old lady’s. In the progressively cold weather, he wore a black double-breasted coat, a half top hat, and a bow tie like he was about to attend a banquet, it was as if he wouldn’t relax his demands of himself at any moment.

With the help of a Clown’s premonition, Klein turned the handle, opened the door, and greeted his visitors with a smile before the bell could ring again.

“Good morning, Madam, Sir. What a wonderful day it is, at least up to this point for I have already seen the sun for five minutes.”

He spoke of the weather in a slightly exaggerated manner, small talk that had been popular in Backlund for more than a century.

“Yes, it’s always shy and doesn’t come out from behind the fog and the dark clouds.” The old lady nodded in agreement.

By her side, the lad asked, “Are you Detective Sherlock Moriarty?”

“Yes, and what may I help you with? I’m sorry, please come in. Let’s sit down and talk.” Klein turned his body to the side, making way for his guests as he pointed to the guest area.

“No, there’s no need. I don’t want to waste any time. My poor Brody is still waiting for me to save it!” the old lady said with a rather sharp voice.

“It?” Klein noticed the most important pronoun and suddenly had a bad feeling.

The very formally dressed young man nodded and said, “Brody is a cat owned by my grandmother, Madam Doris. He went missing last night, and I hope you can help us find him. We live at the end of this street, and I’m willing to pay you 5 soli for it. Of course, if you can prove that you’ve spent more time and effort than that, I’ll make it up to you.”

Find a cat? The reason why you’re entrusting me with this job is simply because of the convenience stemming from how we live on the same street… Klein felt that this wasn’t the detective career that he had imagined.

first business deal. This is a

spoke out before the young

lovely, lively black cat. It’s very healthy, has beautiful green eyes, and loves to eat cooked chicken breast. Goddess, last night, he ran off just like that. No, it must’ve gotten lost. I’ve placed lots of chicken breast in

lips curved up and said, “I’m very satisfied with your

Alright, let’s go to your home now. I need to search for clues and find traces. You should be clear that the basis of my reasoning lies in the details.” Mrs. Doris didn’t consult her grandson as she nodded and said, “You’re the

his coat and hat, picked up his cane, and followed Madam

roads in many parts of Backlund had been rebuilt with cement or asphalt. Even during a downpour, the roads were

leading the way, his grandson came close to Klein and said in a low voice, “I hope you’ll do your best to find Brody. It’s been one of the pillars of my grandmother’s life ever since

something went wrong with my grandmother’s mind, so much so that she’s started hearing things. She keeps telling me that

“I’ll do my best. Right, I still haven’t gotten your

a senior solicitor,” the young man

Minsk Street and entered

is his favorite box. He always sleeps here.” Doris’s wrinkled face was filled with worry

several strands of black cat fur in

and gripped his silver-inlaid cane with

observe his surroundings as he silently recited a

it completely. It just made it difficult for

tilted to the side. It fell very slowly, with very

direction, and observed it

over

running away?” Jurgen asked with concern. The old lady, Doris,

kneeled and pulled open the door at

Meow!

out, tail high, and ran for its

you get into the cupboard? How did you get locked in there?” Mrs.

turned his head in surprise and looked

know it

smiled, and replied in a deep voice, “Inference,

5 soli reward from Mrs. Doris and Jurgen, as well as their friendship, Klein returned to 15

close, he saw a figure loitering in front

the visitor was a boy of fifteen or sixteen,

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