"Have you ever seen a teenage boy in an old coat!" said one of the men who rushed into the carriage, looking viciously at the flight attendant.

Out of the corner of his eye, Crane saw that the other party was thin and lean, his complexion was as dark as if he had been exposed to the sun for a long time, and his eye sockets were much sunken compared to the normal people of the Rune Kingdom.

Highlander, or mestizo—he nodded thoughtfully.

In the middle of the northern continent, at the beginning of the Hornachis Mountains, is a plateau with a dry climate, most of it belongs to the Kingdom of Fenerport, the Republic of Intis in the west, and the Kingdom of Rune is occupied near the east.

A large part of them left the plateau and entered Beckland, entered Trier, entered the city of Fenerport, entered the bustling cities and ports of the Northern Continent, some became workers, and some became the fresh blood of the local gangsters, daring to fight and kill, not afraid of big things.

The flight attendant, a man in his twenties, shrank his body when he heard this, and pointed in the direction of the third-class carriage and said:

"I see it...... He went there. ”

The leader in a black coat and a half-top hat nodded imperceptibly, led a few accomplices, and rushed to the third-class carriage without paying any attention to the eyes of the surrounding passengers.

If I were that boy, I would have gotten out of the third-class car by this time...... Crane thought thoughtlessly as he read the newspaper.

After another minute or so, the whistle sounded, and the door slowly closed.

The steam subway began to run from slow to fast, but at this moment, Klein suddenly felt a touch and looked up at the door leading to the other second-class carriages.

The fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy in an old coat, a bowler hat, and a shabby satchel walked slowly into the carriage.

His face is green, his facial features are delicate, and his bright red eyes are calm and serious.

“......... Ah, this is from the third-class car, and after a circle, he is in the first-class car again?Afraid that the pursuers and accomplices will wait in the subway station?" Klein was slightly surprised, only to feel that the big boy in front of him was quite mature and cautious in handling things, and he was much better than many people in their twenties.

Tapping his left tooth, he quietly turned on his spiritual vision, and glanced at the big boy, only to see that his body was in a state of exhaustion, and his mood was tense and low, but he still maintained the blue color of calm thinking.

It's not simple...... In terms of age...... Crane muttered silently, continuing to look down at his newspaper.

The big boy didn't realize that he had been scrutinized by the extraordinary, and went to the third-class carriage again.

The rest of the journey was safe and uneventful, and Klein arrived at one of the three subway stations in the Jowood area in just over twenty minutes.

After nearly ten minutes of riding in a horse-drawn taxi car, he finally found Minsk Street, and, according to the newspaper description, came to No. 17, next to No. 15, and rang the doorbell.

Cuckoo!

As the bell in the house echoed, a mechanical bird with an unsightly shape appeared on the door, it was only the size of a palm, made of gears and other parts, and kept nodding its head, making a sound similar to that of a cuckoo.

It's a good toy, but the workmanship is a little rough...... Klein commented pertinently.

Ten seconds later, the dark door was opened, and a young woman in a black and white maid's dress looked at Klein rather warily and said:

"What's the matter with you?"

Crane smiled and raised the newspaper wrapped around the cane:

"I'm here to ask Mrs. Summerer to rent a house, I guess, I haven't rented it out yet, have I?"

The newspaper's full name is Starlene Sommer.

"Nope. Wait a minute. The maid bowed politely.

She hurried in, informed the hostess, and after a while, came out again, led Klein into the house, and helped him to put his cane and suitcase in the foyer, and hung his coat and top hat on the coat rack in the same place.

The warm air wave hit him, dispelling the cold that Crane had brought in, and he swept his gaze, and the first thing he saw was the unique fireplace, the red patches inside, and the smokeless charcoal burning.

The living room of the Summer's house is quite large, almost the entire floor of Moretti's house, and in some places it is covered with decorative carpets and hanging landscape paintings.

The maid led Klein to the sofa area and said to the hostess in a pale yellow dress:

"Madam, the guest is here. ”

The hostess was about thirty years old, with blond hair and blue eyes, a delicate and well-groomed countenance, and a silver-encrusted court feather fan in her hand.

Because she was in her own home, because of the warm environment created by the fireplace, she did not wear high-necked clothes, her chest was white and greasy, and her neck was slender and smooth.

"Hello, Mrs. Summer. Klein put his hand to his chest and saluted.

Mrs. Summerer smiled reservedly:

"Good evening, please be seated, would you like coffee, or black tea?"

Klein sat down on the couch and replied calmly:

"Black tea, thank you. ”

"Julian, Marquis Black Tea. Mrs. Summerer commanded the maid, and her eyes turned slightly, "What shall I call you?"

"Sherlock Moriarty, you can just call me Sherlock. "Klein had already figured out the pseudonym.

At this time, he smelled the smell coming from the kitchen and saw the complicated pipes there.

"Hehe, this is my husband's design, although his job is the manager of the Coim company, he is an amateur mechanic and a member of the Kingdom Soot Reduction Association. Mrs. Summer, noticing Klein's gaze, smiled and explained.

Madam, I don't need to go into such detail, I'm not here to go on a blind date with your husband...... Klein complained, and said with a smile on his face:

"Madam, I would like to rent the house at number 15. ”

Mrs. Summer's back was straight, and she sat gracefully and smiled:

"Then I must warn you of something beforehand, that house 15 has no such plumbing, no such easy chairs, no card tables, no sideboards with mahogany bases, no fine ceramic plates, no silver cutlery, no gilded tea sets, no removable carpets......"

She pointed to the contents of her room, and introduced them in the same way, and finally added:

"It originally belonged to my sister and brother-in-law, but my brother-in-law had failed in his business and had to move to the southern continent, they still had a plantation in Byron, but I didn't approve of their choice, it wasn't fair to my poor nephew and niece, there was no good grammar school there, not even a good governess. ”

That's not what I want to know, ma'am...... Klein nodded sincerely:

"Except for the weather, there is no place in the Southern Continent that can compare to Beckland. ”

His accompaniment pleased Mrs. Summer, and her eyes turned lightly:

"There is a three-year lease on that house, and I would like you to pay a one-time rent for one year, 18 sules per week, and a furniture usage fee of 1 sule, and I can take a small deposit for a total of £50. ”

Crane shook his head and smiled:

"Mrs. Summer, you should see that I have just arrived in Beckland, and I don't know what is going to happen next, and paying £50 at once will make me less resilient, and my limit is £25 for half a year. ”

He also plans to rent another one-room room on Beckland's East End to change his clothes, disguise, and get out of tracking—an essential preparation for the things he intends to do.

Starlene Summerer bowed her head slightly, and then asked:

"You went to grammar school?"

Klein chuckled and said:

"Yes, I later taught myself history. ”

"Do you have identification?" asked Starlene casually.

"I'm sorry, I left home in a hurry and forgot to bring it, hehe, I forgot to introduce just now, I'm from Makai County. Klein deliberately used the usual accent of his classmate Welch.

As soon as he said the word "forget", he remembered captain Dunn Smith, and the smile on his face grew brighter.

At this time, the maid Julian came with a cup of black tea, the cup was white with a white enamel, a classical pattern, and some places were plated with gold.

Klein took a sip, only to feel that the fragrance was far away, the sweetness and sourness were moderate, and it was obviously much better than the Xibe black tea he was used to drinking.

"Very pure Marquis black tea. He praised it with an unmistakable description.

Mrs. Starlene Summer's mouth curled slightly:

"Then let's rent it for half a year, 25 pounds. ”

Crane thanked him and chatted for a few minutes until another maid rummaged through the study.

After signing their names, Klein painfully counted out 25 pounds in cash and pushed it to Mrs. Summer.

Starling spread out and silently calculated, and then raised her chin slightly and said:

"Mr. Moriarty, you should be looking for a job in Beckland, right?"

"Yes. Klein replied, a little dazed.

The corners of Starlene's mouth hooked slightly:

"Then I can give you some advice, it is difficult to live in Jowood if your weekly salary is less than 3 pounds, your rent, food expenses, running water, gas and charcoal costs, transportation costs, etc. add up to at least 2 pounds 5 sules, believe me, this is Beckland, and the rest of the money will have to be considered for new clothes and good cutlery and tea sets...... A salary of £3 a week is a very reluctant bottom line. ”

"If you can get a weekly salary of 5 pounds, you can hire a maid, 6 pounds consider hiring a cook, 7 pounds plus a male attendant, 8 pounds can hire an additional maid......"

Mrs. Summer, I think you're showing off...... I used to be paid £10 a week...... Crane kept a smile and listened attentively.

At this moment, the door suddenly opened, and a burly man entered, wearing a long black double-breasted gown, leather gloves of the same color, and two beautiful mustaches on his lips.

"Luke, this is Mr. Moriarty, and he's our neighbor now. Starlene Summerer greeted her and introduced.

Luke, who was obviously the male host, took off his coat and handed it to the manservant who followed him, and smiled politely:

"Mr. Moriarty, would you like to accept an invitation to dinner?"

That's what the manager of Coim is and a member of the Association for the Reduction of Soot in the Kingdom of Rune...... Klein said with a smile:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Summer, but I've eaten it on the steam train, though the taste is impressive. ”

After a few pleasantries, Crane, led by his maid Julian, left Summer's house and entered the 15th next door.

The layout is very similar to that next door, with a large living room, a well-lit dining room, two guest rooms, a bathroom, a basement, a kitchen extending backwards, and four bedrooms on the second floor, a living room, a sunroom, a study, two bathrooms, and a large balcony.

"My wife said, you can rent out the part, but you can't give it to the workers, and you can't make it too noisy and crowded, huh...... Clean quilt and sheets and pillowcases, I'll bring them later. Julian, the maid, confessed and returned to Summer's house.

After packing up, Klein finally settled down in Beckland.

As he sat in the empty living room, he suddenly felt lonely and forced himself to think about what he was going to do next.

Whether he wants it or not, revenge and promotion are not something that can be done in the blink of an eye, so he must have a job that can make a profit and avoid a financial crisis.

However, work must not constrain him and affect his actions and arrangements, that is, there must be enough freedom.

After weighing out unsuitable occupations, Klein was left with only three options:

One is plagiarism and becoming a writer, but his identity is sensitive, and the more well-known he is, the more deadly, so he can only give up painfully.

The second is to be a journalist, which is a fairly decent job in contemporary times, and documents such as academic certificates are required to apply, and Klein can only express helplessness about this.

Eventually, he chose a third career:

Private Detective!

That's what he meant by that pseudonym.

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