After Sir Cameron finished speaking, he immediately looked at Shade's expression. Though Shade did not want to make an impolite face in front of his client, this matter truly challenged his intelligence:
"Mm. Copying money."
Shade nodded and raised his teacup, half-covering his face. Baron Cameron gave an awkward laugh and leaned back slightly on the sofa:
"Every thirty-six hours, if the lid is opened repeatedly in a special way, it produces a banknote with exactly the same serial number. Of course, before opening it, you have to use the button on the box to select the denomination. Coins or banknotes, Gold Pounds, shillings, even Kassenric Crowns—it can produce any of them. Yes, I know it must be a scam, but Jimmy believes in it completely. He—"
The baron sighed again:
"He has already 'copied' a one-pound coin once and ten-pound banknotes three times. I think the money stored in that box beforehand should be nearly used up. Detective, I want to hire you to expose this lie, and then investigate which of his so-called 'friends' sold him that box."
He took out his notebook again, which recorded the places where Jimmy Cameron might appear today:
"If I expose this lie myself, it may be quite a blow to him. So please do not reveal that I hired you. You may investigate in the name of a detective hired by another victim. If you can take the case, we can sign the contract now."
He paused, looked at Shade, who had set down his teacup, and asked somewhat embarrassedly:
"Besides that, I have one small request."
"What request?"
The baron stroked his chin, wearing an awkward yet slightly excited expression:
"After this investigation is over, could Miss Dorothy Louisa write the case into the Detective Hamilton Story Collection? She can