Lord of the Mysteries

West Borough, Grimm Garden Street

Klein, with a quite a stubble around his mouth, wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses while carrying a top hat and a black cane. He followed Rogo Colloman into a spacious and bright living room.

There was a huge crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The walls, corners, and tables were decorated with all kinds of golden carvings and ornaments. The entire area looked gorgeous, exquisite, and luxurious.

As expected of a jewelry businessman, a businessman staying in West Borough…Klein scanned the oil paintings by the side and sighed.

With every step Rogo took, the fat on his body quivered. It left people maliciously wondering when his clothes and pants would snap.

However, as a jewelry businessman, he had enough money to buy clothes of the best quality.

“Detective Moriarty, this is my son, Adol.” Logo stopped at the edge of a carpet and pointed to a boy that was 15 or 16 years old and was sitting on a single sofa.

As all the fireplaces in the house were lit, and there were metallic pipes to conduct the heat around, the living room was rather warm. It even made Klein feel like taking off his clothes until he only had a shirt and a pair of trousers left. However, the boy was wrapped in a thick fur coat and had a blanket that looked burning hot on his legs.

At that moment, he had his head low, tightly hugging himself as he shivered nonstop. His dark blue hair seemed to have lost its luster.

Rogo looked at him with concern and raised his voice slightly, “Adol, this is Detective Moriarty. He will be protecting you for today and tomorrow.”

At these words, Adol raised his head, revealing his pale face, his bluish lips, and his unfocused eyes.

“Protect me, protect me… They’re going to kill me! They want to kill me!” His voice became sharper and sharper. In the end, he covered his ears with his hands and screamed.

After a few seconds, he gradually calmed down.

During this process, Klein had already tapped his molars and secretly activated his Spirit Vision.

Huh… He held back the shock that had crept up to his mouth and carefully examined him again.

He saw that the color of Adol’s aura had been dyed with a deep blackish-green sheen!

This is a sign of being haunted by wraiths, a sign of possible possession!

Adol’s bad friends are already taking revenge on him… Or perhaps, there were no such things as “bad company” at all… Klein quietly reached out, held Mr. Azik’s copper whistle, and allowed his spirituality to spread. Then, he thoughtfully looked away from Adol and looked at the others inside the living room.

By the oriel window stood a man in a black coat. He was tall and sturdy, not smiling, and his waist was bulging as if he were hiding a gun.

This should be one of the six bodyguards… Klein was about to size up another person when Rogo Colloman introduced, “Detective Kaslana; her assistant, Lydia.

“Detective Stuart.”

At this point, Rogo turned around and pointed at Klein.

“This is Detective Sherlock Moriarty.”

Kaslana was in her thirties, had black hair and blue eyes, and thick eyebrows. She was probably a beauty when she was young, but now, because of the sagging muscles on her cheeks, she didn’t seem very amiable.

of about twenty years of age. Her figure was excellent, but she had

similar to what aristocratic riders wore. The white shirts they wore were tight at the waist which matched the more tight-fitting trousers that facilitated movement. The pleats were the only thing that distinguished

addition, they provided no concealment for the

a gun was a sure thing for a private investigator. This was because—unless one was a noble, a Member of Parliament, or a senior civil servant—it was very

Lydia. He had a lean face, but he grew a bushy

Lydia, and almost as tall

an armpit holster, and in it,

took off his coat, took off his hat, and handed it to

retrieve it quickly from.

transferred the paper figurines, notes, charms, a matchbox, etc to his trouser pockets. The only thing left in his coat

his head to size Klein up

my gun.” Klein smiled

the same time, he puffed out his cheeks

Bang!

a gunshot rang out, and without thinking, Stuart rolled over, while Kaslana and Lydia

both surprised and confused about what was happening. Adol continued keeping

they saw that Klein was only holding onto a black cane and realized that

been learning how to imitate its sound. It seems to be quite effective,”

Detective Moriarty,” Kaslana said

you… Klein lampooned. He handed his cane

keep that

didn’t seem to be angry at all. He patted his clothes with great interest, got up and asked, “Why haven’t I heard of you, Mr. Moriarty? I mean, I know a lot

came to Backlund in

“Tonight, the two of us will pair up. We’ll be in charge of everything from midnight until tomorrow morning. Will

with the same

after dinner, you guys have some rest and take over your shifts in

took a long look at the trembling Adol and nodded

…

a

eating and drinking to his heart’s content, Klein and Stuart, a young man

around, Stuart shook his head and said, “Sherlock, you should’ve noticed

affable… Klein’s expression didn’t change as he asked, “Why do you

ghosts and evil spirits. Frankly, I’m afraid of that.” Stuart sighed. “Mr. Colloman should take him to a psychiatrist, and if that

it to him,” Klein

about a couple of days.” Stuart glanced sideways

replied, “That’s up to you. My mission

two of them had arrived at their destination and entered

…

the morning,

onto Azik’s copper whistle, quietly watching his ward. Stuart sipped his coffee at his

didn’t speak, afraid

cold chill swept

and