Mystery: The Transcendental Path From Angels

　　 On Saturday morning, the air in Backlund was as bad as usual, but the rare thing was that there was the sun.

　　 Klein had to cook herself again because of Alvia's departure.

　　 is now trying to make a kind of pasta that he loved to eat when he was a child. For this, he bought high-quality flour, added water and sugar, and made a thin bowl of "paste."

　　 Then, he poured oil into the pot, moistening the surface.

After 　　 heated up, he scooped up some batter with a soup spoon, poured them to the side of the pot, spread it very thinly.

In the sizzling voice, he spread out several pancakes, and the fragrance of flour gradually dissipated.

　　 When it was almost the same, he peeled off the soft dough-like pancakes one by one, put them in a plate, and added water to make the remaining ingredients into a batter.

　　 As soon as he returned to the dining room with the noodles and "Goofy", Klein couldn't wait to tore off a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

　　 The pancakes have only rich wheat aroma and appetite-stimulating sweetness. They are simple, simple, but extremely delicious.

　　 is the taste in memory...

　　 Klein ate quickly, taking a sip of the batter from time to time.

　　 It seems that my cooking skills have not been lost because it is Olbia these days!

　　 Klein was complacent while eating.

Ugh!

　　 It's a pity that Lord Olbia can't eat the food I cooked.

　　 Klein was a little lost, remembering that he seemed to have never cooked since Olbia moved in.

Um!

Decided!

　　Be sure to show her a hand next time.

　　 Klein secretly made up his mind, and then began to eat deliciously.

　　 Just when he had almost eaten and started to slow down, the doorbell was suddenly rang, and the jingle was constantly reverberating.

　　New commission?

　　 Klein took off his napkin, wiped his hands, got up and walked to the door.

　　 Before he grasped the handle, the image of the visitor naturally appeared in his mind.

　　 That was a middle-aged and elderly gentleman with white sideburns, thin face, and outstanding temperament.

　　 That is the private detective Isinger Stanton who can be invited by the police!

　　 What did he come to do with me?

　　 Klein opened the door in doubt, smiled and asked:

　　 "Good morning, Mr. Stanton, what's the matter?"

　　 Isinger took off his half-height silk top hat and smiled:

　　 "Good morning, Mr. Moriarty, is Ms. Olbia here? I want to work with her!"

　　Looking for Master Wei Ya?

　　 Klein's brows frowned, and he didn't know what the detective came to do with her.

　　 "Oh! She moved away the other day."

　　 Klein answered truthfully, but she didn't plan to tell the detective Lord Olbia's current address.

　　 After all, if there is a major event, he should go to the church and ask for Olbia's address.

　　 "That's a shame." Isinger looked sorry, then said:

　　 "Since if, Mr. Moriarty, I want to work with you."

　　? ? ? ? ?

　　 Klein has a question mark on his face, shouldn't it be time to leave?

　　 "I think you are an excellent detective. Before, I found Dong Bailang Dockyard and the pier union purely on my own."

"cooperate?"

　　 Klein did not hide his astonishment.

　　 Isinger nodded his black cane and replied in a deep voice:

　　 "Identify the perpetrator of the recent serial murder."

　　 "The police have offered a reward, 2000 pounds."

　　2,000 pounds?

　　 This is enough to drive all Backlund bounty hunters and private investigators crazy!

　　 However, Master Alvia seems to say that this case is dangerous.

　　 was committed by an extraordinary person, and he reminded me not to touch it.

　　 Even Orvia's angelic personality said it was dangerous, not to mention his little Sequence 7.

　　 Although there is a lot of money, it is also very dangerous.

"What is your opinion?"

　　 Seeing that Sherlock Moriarty seemed to be distracted, Isinger asked.

My opinion?

　　 Klein was a little embarrassed for a while.

　　Normal private detectives will definitely agree. This is because of the generous rewards and the relationship with the well-known detective on the opposite side. Establishing friendship with Isinger will gain great benefits in the circle.

　　 But the problem is that Klein is not a normal private detective.

　　 He was worried that when he was investigating clues, he would run into the night watcher in charge of the matter and unnecessary troubles. By then, he would die before Inszangwill was resolved.

　　 I will really die before he gets a good start.

　　 It's wrong, it's wrong!

Ugh!

　　 It would be fine if Master Alvia was still there, and you don't need to be so entangled, just take the Lord Angel to investigate the case.

　　 What dark night teaches all the demon extraordinary people to her, then I am afraid it is really foolproof.

　　 But now...

　　 Klein knew well that he now has a beard, wears glasses, and changed his hairstyle. It's just a change of appearance. The average night watcher would definitely not recognize me.

　　 But what if it's Ms. Dai Li?

　　 Klein pondered for a few seconds, then smiled slightly:

　　 "I just took over a very troublesome case recently, I'm afraid I don't have much time to spare."

　　 Without waiting for Isinger Stanton to speak, he added:

　　 "I can participate in the discussion, help look through the information, analyze the clues, but I should not go to the investigation."

　　 Klein intends to do a divination later to ensure his own safety, and at the same time go to Olbia's new home again, and talk about this, and he can also protect his safety.

　　 As he spoke, Klein quickly formed an idea.

　　 Isinger holding a black cane groaned for a moment:

"no problem."

"This time I called a dozen detectives and I have enough manpower to do investigations. What I admire most about you is your excellent reasoning and analysis ability. Without my resources, I went to Dong Bailang. Dockyard, I went to the dock union."

　　 "If the criminals can be caught and the bounty won, I will distribute the rewards reasonably according to everyone's contribution. Believe me, I still have some credibility in this industry."

　　"Okay, happy cooperation~www.novelmt.com~ Klein took the initiative to stretch out his right hand, shook his hand, and felt the dryness and warmth of Isinger's palm.

　　 For a middle-aged and elderly gentleman in his forties and fifty years, it is not easy to maintain a similar feeling in the late autumn of Backlund, and Klein further suspected Isinger that he was an extraordinary person.

　　 "Happy cooperation." Isinger smiled and nodded.

　　 At this time, Klein realized that he was a little rude, and he hurriedly smiled and said:

　　 "Sorry, I forgot to invite you in. Let's have a good chat with coffee and black tea?"

　　 "You are welcome, I asked the detectives to come to my house at nine o'clock in the morning to discuss the case, and my assistant is waiting for them there."

　　 Isinger took out a silver pocket watch with intricate carvings and very mechanical beauty, opened it and glanced at it.

　　 "We have to go over and meet them, no problem, right?"

　　 "No problem, I'll go to the bathroom and leave immediately."

　　 At this moment, Klein felt like he had returned to Tingen as a night watcher.

　　 In the bathroom, Klein went above the gray mist, using divination to get an answer he could bear.

　　 But he still intends to go to No. 20 Minsk Street in case of danger. After all, divination is only the result, not the process.

　　Who knows whether this divination result includes the factor of Olbia.

　　 After getting these results, he quickly returned to the real world.

　　 put on his coat, put on a hat, took his cane, followed Isinger into a rental carriage, and sat on the left and right.

　　 Isinger glanced at him and asked as if thinking:

　　 "I'm curious, how did you find out that the killing of Sibel was related to the East Balang Dockyard and the Dockworkers Association?"