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?”

September last year,” Stelyn said after recalling her

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

Stelyn appeared as though she had long considered the answer to

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

He went to grammar school and studied history. What leaves me most envious of all is how he obtained Mary’s gratitude. He joined the Quelaag Club where

he apparently became famous in the detective circles, and private detectives

listening to her drone on as he couldn’t help but rub his

situation and him being good at telling detective stories, the rest was within the

the Quelaag Club who have good relationships with Sherlock Moriarty… Once

Inside Dwayne Dantès’s

accommodate more than a hundred dancers,

the etiquette teacher that Walter had

Her facial features were only above average, but her disposition

from a young age and later entered the palace. She had

prompted her to choose to become a private tutor

badly in front of this lady, or

a person’s situation was mainly

footsteps and graceful moves, the

for me to imagine

skilled as a noble who received education on this from a

your teachings.” Klein gave a humble smile as he

the Clown’s balance, dancing was a very easy

lowered her head and chuckled

gentleman who can really

her gaze across Dwayne Dantès’s silver sideburns and

I’ve 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

intention to have close ties with Wahana, not to improve his reputation,

dolls unless both of you are so immersed in the dance and music’s rhythm that you

conversing, you must be euphemistic

be direct and crude. You need to

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

to match the traits of

beautiful, isn’t is?” Klein lampooned with a Japanese-styled euphemism as he said with a self-deprecating smile, “Thank you for not telling me that my

Wahana’s smile deepened.

gentleman is very welcomed

tell.” Klein

“The second most popular type are men who make women

about the first?” Klein

are

say another word. Klein instantly

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255