Jorwood District, 13 Minsk Street.
This was the house Klein rented.
In the sizable living room, a group of nervous detectives had gathered together, anxiously sharing their experiences.
They had all received hostile crime warnings. Some terrible criminal was about to kill them.
This wasn't mere intimidation.
In fact, several detectives had already met with misfortune, including the famous Beckland detective, Isengard Stanton.
"Mr. Moriarty, do you think Mr. Isengard can still be saved?"
One detective asked worriedly.
The other detectives also looked tense, watching the young detective with a beard and golden glasses.
That shocking serial murder case that stunned all of Beckland had been solved thanks to Isengard and this Detective Sherlock Moriarty.
Now that one of the parties involved had disappeared, they instinctively relied on this one.
"Everyone needn't worry."
Klein looked around and said calmly, "The police already know the detailed course of events. I believe there will be results soon."
Actually, he had only just left the police station not long ago.
Yesterday, Klein had received an invitation from Isengard to visit him and assist with a case.
Unexpectedly, he encountered indescribably terrible things at Isengard's home.
Isengard seemed to have already fled, his assistant had been killed, and Klein, being under suspicion, was questioned at the police station for quite a while before being released.
Is the owner of that Devil Hound taking revenge on us?
Considering what had happened at the time, Klein couldn't help but speculate.
But the problem was, aside from him and Isengard, the one who actually killed the Devil Hound was Silas.
As for these detectives, they hadn't really helped much at all, only helping Isengard collect some information in the early stages, yet they had received death threats from the Devil Hound's owner.
Did that guy take revenge on the wrong people?
Or is he a bully who picks on the weak?
No, that's not right.
These detectives were basically all ordinary people.
If the Devil Hound's owner truly wanted revenge, how could he just send a threatening letter?
Or is he deliberately making a big commotion to attract attention?
Thinking this, Klein looked up at these uneasy detectives. He made eye contact with Detective Kaslana, who was a Beyonder, then spoke:
"The police didn't find Detective Stanton's body. Moreover, according to my deduction, he should still have a chance of survival."
Divination-style deduction, understand?
Klein muttered to himself.
"Knock knock."
As if confirming his words, someone knocked on his front door from outside.
"See, maybe it's Mr. Isengard."
Klein smiled, though his heart raised its guard. His right hand touched his revolver.
I have a doorbell at my house, why knock on the door?
Outwardly calm, he walked to the door with inner vigilance and grasped the doorknob.
Swish!
The Seer's spirituality let him predict the face of the person behind the door.
"Hm?"
Klein suddenly froze.
The spiritual prediction had failed.
All he could see was a red shadow that seemed to be holding something.
What is this?
Is it the Devil Hound's owner?
Klein's heart was filled with uncertainty.
"Knock knock."
The person behind the door knocked again.
"It's me."
The other said.
The voice was somewhat familiar, letting Klein quickly associate it with a certain person.
Silas?
Klein, still on guard, carefully pulled open the door.
Sure enough, standing opposite was his colleague and fellow townsman, Silas Londor.
He wore a blood-red robe with a wild and cold expression.
Somewhat strangely, he was actually holding a small black cat in his arms, which formed an odd contrast with his terrifying appearance.
"You've got quite a crowd in your house. What kind of gathering is this?"
Before entering, Silas had sensed the aura of Beyonders in the house, but hadn't expected there to be so many people inside.
"Gathering?"
Hearing him say this, Klein couldn't help but give a bitter laugh.
"I've gotten into big trouble, and you think I'm out having fun?"
Although he said this, after seeing the other's face, he still subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.
After all, having a Sequence 5 nearby provided no small amount of security.
"What happened?"
Silas asked with a frown.
"Come in and I'll explain... Wait, let me verify first, just in case you're an imposter."
Klein had wanted to let him in directly, but thinking about it, he felt he should exchange a code phrase.
He lowered his voice and asked, "What's the thing Rosanne most likes to do but can never stick with?"
What kind of question is this? Silas thought briefly and answered:
"Losing weight."
"Correct."
Klein stepped aside and let him into his home.
The detectives all cast their gazes over, unable to help examining him up and down.
First, because his attire was truly peculiar, and second, because he was actually holding a small black cat.
This kitten calmly faced everyone's gaze, as if it were the master of the house.
"Mr. Moriarty, who is this?"
One of the detectives couldn't help asking.
"This is a friend I know from the East End, Kafka Anderson. His profession is, uh, doctor."
Klein hesitated, then answered. "He came to find me about something. Please allow us to step away for a moment."
He suddenly thought about the gap between Silas's current condition and the information he knew.
As [The Fool], he already knew about Cecilia's passing and Silas's vow of revenge.
But as [Klein], the information he knew was only what he had seen and heard during his last visit to his home.
I need to be careful not to let anything slip, or if [The Fool]'s disguise falls off, that'll be troublesome.
Klein brought Silas to the first-floor living room, then curiously glanced at the black cat in his arms and asked, "Did you come to find me about something?"
Then he saw his colleague show a slightly embarrassed expression.
"Does the Seer potion have any side effects?"
He asked.
"Side effects?"
Klein was baffled by the question. "I don't think so. Why are you asking?"
"Then tell me, would an animal be affected if it ate a Seer's Beyonder characteristic?"
Silas asked again.
The kitten in his arms was still licking its lips.
"..."
Now Klein finally understood what Silas was talking about.
Mr. Temperance, you've made the same mistake as Miss Justice.
Although the current situation wasn't quite appropriate, he still couldn't help wanting to laugh.
He tried hard to hold it in before saying, "As far as I know, animals can also absorb potions and use Beyonder abilities.
You don't need to worry too much. Looking at your cat, it shouldn't be in danger of losing control."
Can this guy "divine"?
Silas looked somewhat doubtfully at the small black cat in his arms. The latter raised its head and met his gaze with a matter-of-fact expression.
"Silas, is this a cat you adopted?"
Klein looked at the cat and asked curiously.
"Mm, picked it up on the street."
"What's its name?"
"Name? Haven't given it one yet... how about Mimi?"
Silas tried giving it a name, but after saying it, feeling Klein's speechless gaze, he quickly said, "Alright, let's not talk about the cat.
What happened on your end?"