Late at night. 7 Pinster Street.

Leonard Mitchell sat on a chair with his legs raised onto the side of his desk.

Following that, he leaned back, causing the wooden headrest to creak from the pressure. His breathing gradually turned long and slow.

After an unknown period of time, his eyelids drooped and covered his eyes.

At this moment, Leonard’s spirit had arrived in a gray, hazy world, but he was still in his bedroom.

He flew to the window and saw thick gray fog blanket the nearby streets and extend outwards. It seemed to be embracing all of Backlund.

The street lamps along the streets and the warm light from the different houses appeared abnormally dim. They were only able to illuminate a very tiny region, and everything seemed to be tainted with a sense of blurriness.

At the same time, blobs of illusory oval lights appeared as they enveloped a house in an intersecting manner, as though it was the source of their existence.

This was the city through a Nightmare’s eyes.

Leonard followed up on his previous investigations and leaped out the window in a Nightmare state. He then flew to 17 Minsk Street.

He didn’t attempt to storm in. He stood at the door in the thick fog as he politely pulled the doorbell.

Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Dressed in her nightgown, Stelyn Sammer opened the door.

She placed her silver-inlaid pleated fan at her chest as she asked in confusion and puzzlement, “Who are you looking for?”

She was none other than Klein’s landlord back when he was acting as Sherlock Moriarty. She was a blonde-haired, blue-eyed lady in her thirties.

Leonard had already changed into a black-and-white checkered police uniform. He casually showed his identification and asked, “Do you know Sherlock Moriarty?”

Trapped in the dream, Stelyn’s reaction was very slow. She asked after a few seconds, “Did something happen to him?”

Just as she asked, her impression of Sherlock Moriarty appeared beside her under Leonard’s influence.

He wore a half top hat, a double-breasted frock coat, gold-rimmed spectacles on his nose, and a bushy mustache around his mouth…

This was identical to the information he previously received about Sherlock Moriarty. Hence, he didn’t show any doubts and said, “He’s been involved in a case and is undergoing an investigation.

“I hope you can cooperate with us.”

“A-alright.” Stelyn wished to raise her chin, but for some reason, she felt a little horrified.

Leonard thought for a second and asked, “Since when did he rent this place from you?”

last year,” Stelyn

continued asking, “What do you know of him? Or should I say, what kind of person do you

that was mentioned, Stelyn appeared as though she had long considered the

the adultery which Mary’s husband was undertaking. However, his income isn’t too high. He doesn’t even hire a full-time housemaid. All he can do is get my maid to help him part-time… My children tell me that he’s good at telling stories, especially detective-related stories. This

grammar school and studied history. What leaves me most

apparently became famous in the detective circles, and private detectives

his patience listening to her drone on as

had failed to obtain any useful information from Mrs. Stelyn. Apart from Sherlock Moriarty’s poor financial situation and him being good at telling detective stories,

good relationships with Sherlock Moriarty… Once he patiently finished listening to Mrs. Stelyn’s droning, he immediately thanked her and

Böklund Street. Inside Dwayne Dantès’s

dancers, Klein was embracing a lady in her thirties as

was the etiquette teacher that Walter

ordinary at all. Her facial features were only above average, but her disposition was impeccable. Her every action

baron’s family. She received a good education from a young age and later entered the palace. She had the job of court lady until

husband’s financial situation was only ordinary, being a believer in the Evernight Goddess prompted her to choose to become

knew that he couldn’t perform badly in front of

a person’s situation was mainly through common acquaintances. And at times, the interaction between

footsteps and graceful moves,

it’s hard for me to imagine you not

a noble who received education on this from a

to your teachings.” Klein gave a humble smile

balance, dancing was a very

head and chuckled

can

her gaze across Dwayne Dantès’s silver

heard today,” Klein replied with a smile. During this period, his feet kept moving as he spun Wahana gently around. Not far away, the hired quartet’s melodious

ties with Wahana, not to improve his reputation, but because she was once

You can’t be like two dolls unless both of you are so immersed in the dance and music’s rhythm that you do not wish to speak. Of course, that’s also a form

must be euphemistic because this

simply, do not be direct and crude. You need

of perfume it is to praise her. You need to connect a more euphemistic meaning to it

needs to match the

literary feel. Shouldn’t you say that “the moon is beautiful, isn’t is?” Klein lampooned with a Japanese-styled euphemism as

Wahana’s smile deepened.

what kind of gentleman is

tell.” Klein honestly shook his

smile, “The second most popular type are men who make women

the first?” Klein

at him and said, “The most popular type are men who make

smiled and didn’t say another word. Klein instantly understood she was

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