An official debut
Thursday, early morning.
Backlund, Cherwood Borough, 15 Minsk Street.
We agreed to come back tomorrow morning. After finishing our Breakfast, the Mike reporter held an umbrella and merged into the busy traffic on the street under the watch of the owner.
While Klein was admiring the pattering of freezing rain through the bay window, he recalled in his mind the conversation he had just had with reporter Mike:
"I heard that the prototype of the recent book "Great Detective Sherlock" was you?
"Is this true or false?"
"You don't know? Several tabloids said so."
"You are now Backlund's well-known big name Detective. I estimate that when people receive entrustments in the future, you will be the first person many people think of.
"Haha, don't think about leaving me to others!
"I will come to see you again at this time tomorrow. If you really can't make time this week, I can apply to move the interview time to next week.
"Anyway, see you tomorrow--Great Detective Sherlock."
I didn't expect that because of that deceiving novel, my fame would skyrocket in just a few days... I don't know if it was a blessing or a curse...
But no matter what, while the heat has not dissipated, I should not be short of commissions anymore, and I can make a nice profit...
By the way, should I thank him? For example, buy a few more of his novels and give them to Miss "Justice" and Mr. "Hanged Man"?
Uh, isn't that too cruel?
Klein, who felt that he was about to have good fortune, was in a good mood and couldn't help but turn up the corners of his mouth.
"To help Ms. Sharron and the others tonight, should I go out during the day?" He murmured hesitantly, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart.
So Klein took out the coin from his pocket and threw it into the air.
Zheng!
Head up!
Huh... The divination results also confirmed my premonition just now. If I stay at home today, something bad may happen... I'd better go out...
After thinking about it, Klein went back to the house to change clothes, picked up the umbrella and got ready to go out.
At the same time.
Constant City, Wind Whisperer Hotel.
Lorry After enjoying the free Breakfast at the self-service Restaurant on the sixth floor, he wiped the residue from the corners of his mouth and walked towards Attendant at the bar:
"I will send a Breakfast to suite 1001 later. I want Desi Pie, hot Milk and pudding. I will send it after ten o'clock, um... eleven o'clock."
Eleven o'clock? Breakfast? Attendant was slightly surprised, smiled and nodded:
"Okay, sir, I will remember."
"Yeah." Lorry nodded gently and returned to the suite along the spiral staircase.
Snap.
The door was gently closed.
He turned his head and glanced at the closed door of the master bedroom, went to the kitchen to make a cup of black tea to relieve his tiredness, brought it to the floor-to-ceiling window and drank it slowly.
After finishing the tea, Lorry returned to another Bedroom to quickly change clothes.
He took off the messy rings on his hand, took out White Bone Ring from his hidden pocket, put it on, and rubbed it twice with his thumb.
"Teleportation"!
In a remote alley opposite 15 Minsk Street, Lorry's figure was quickly outlined in the chilly rain.
Caught off guard, he couldn't help sneezing and looked up at the sky speechlessly.
Phew... Lorry exhaled slowly, quickly left the alley, stood across the street, looked at the house at No. 15, and walked over.
Big Detective Moriarty, no, Great Detective Sherlock, for the sake of me giving you free advertising, it's not too much to help me find someone, right?
He originally planned to take matters into his own hands and find out Altair and Cultist.
But things happened one after another, and there was no room at all. Now it was because of "Solar High Priest" Formula that I traveled all the way to Midseashire.
Therefore, Lorry plans to leave this matter to Private Detective for help.
"Dingling--Dingling--"
Doorbell The phone rang for a long time, but no one came Door Opening.
"Not at home?"
Lorry caressed the "False Face" that looked like Miles, looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to him nearby, so he quickly took it off and put it in his pocket.
He stood under Entryway and waited for a moment to stop a Hired Carriage:
"Sixth Avenue."
An hour later, Lorry, who had come up empty again, showed a doubtful expression on his life. "Detective Stuart moved after returning from vacation in the countryside..."
"Are you afraid that the commission I issued before will affect you?"
He thought with laughter and tears.
In desperation, Lorry could only ask East Borough for information from well-informed people, and then found two Detective who were said to be of good quality to take over the missing persons task.
Of course, he did not conceal the possible risks of this mission.
This does not mean paying an extra fee.
After paying a deposit of 20 pounds, Lorry's working capital was only about 60 pounds, and the rest of his savings were placed in "Lucky Money Bag".
Finally got it done... Fors should be awake by now... Thinking this, he walked into an alley in the rain and returned to Wind Whisperer Hotel.
Unlike Backlund where it is constantly raining, Constant City has a sunny day.
Fors holds his chin in his left hand, and holds a black round-belly pen in his right hand. In front of him is a manuscript paper with less than half a page written on it, and his thoughts are already wandering to the sky.
Lorry's figure was outlined behind her inch by inch.
Seemingly sensing something, Fors quickly glanced back with an envious expression on his face. "Did you just come back from Backlund?"
She thought of her own Bracelet, but "Teleportation" was undoubtedly superior.
Before Lorry could speak, "Curse of Knowledge" had already begun to sigh:
"I really don't understand why you keep hanging out with this silly girl. Is it because it's easier to deceive such a person?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Fors's expression suddenly solidified like a wax statue.
After a long while, she pursed her lips speechlessly:
"... I'm not stupid."
At this time, Lorry had already used Spirituality to isolate "Curse of Knowledge" from the perception of external things. Old Gentleman's venomous tongue was not serious or serious.
The room was quiet for a few minutes, and the two of them tacitly pretended that nothing happened.
"Where are you going in the afternoon?" A look of relief flashed in Fors's eyes, and he quickly put away his paper and pen, as if he was ready to go at any time.
"Afternoon?" Lorry chuckled:
"Of course Municipal Square--as a tourist, when you arrive in a city, how can you not go to its most lively and bustling places first?"
While talking, he returned to his Bedroom, quickly changed into Intis style clothes, and put on the nouveau riche rings one by one on his hands.
After checking Mirrors, Lorry nodded slightly and walked to Living Room.
He made an invitation gesture and then raised his left arm slightly:
"Let's go, today is the first day of our official debut here.
"After one night and one morning of fermentation, many people may have already known that Constant City has two flamboyant Curly-Haired Baboon.
"What we have to do now is to further solidify this matter."