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.

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

wore. The white shirts they wore were tight at the waist which matched the more tight-fitting trousers that facilitated movement. The

concealment for the

illegal possession of 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 difficult to obtain an all-purpose

and Lydia. He had a lean face, but he grew a bushy beard. His light green eyes were unusually

age as Lydia, and almost as

had an armpit holster, and in it, there was obviously a specially

pleasantries, Klein took off his coat, took off his hat, and handed it to the maidservant

retrieve it quickly from. There

his coat was herbal powder, extract essence, keys, and his wallet. There were a total of 206

there, turned his head to size Klein up

This is my gun.” Klein smiled and

he puffed out his

Bang!

and without thinking, Stuart rolled over, while Kaslana and Lydia quickly got

and confused about what was happening. Adol continued

black cane and realized that nothing had happened, Kaslana and company calmed down.

since I handed a revolver I picked up to the police, I’ve been learning how to

Detective Moriarty,” Kaslana said in a

for you… Klein lampooned. He handed his cane to the

will keep that

in the most pathetic state a moment ago, 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 of people in the detective

Backlund in early

so…” Stuart laughed and said, “Tonight, the two of us will pair up. We’ll be in charge of

with the

some rest and take over your shifts

long look at

…

prepared a hearty dinner for the detectives and the bodyguards, but no alcoholic beverages were

heart’s content, Klein and Stuart, a young man with a full beard, went to their rooms on the

“Sherlock, you should’ve noticed that the

you sure are affable… Klein’s expression didn’t change as

to the countryside, he’s been haunted by ghosts and evil spirits. Frankly, I’m afraid of that.” Stuart sighed. “Mr. Colloman should take him to a psychiatrist, and

to him,” Klein said

Adol doesn’t get better, I’ll consider it in about a couple of

replied, “That’s up to you.

arrived at their destination and

…

in the morning,

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

afraid

a cold chill swept through the

sat up and