West District, Green Park Street.
Klein, with a light mustache around his mouth, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, carrying a half top hat and a black cane, followed Largo Carollman into the spacious and bright living room.
There was a huge crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, and the walls, corners, and tables were decorated with various gold reliefs and ornaments, giving an overall gorgeous, refined, and luxurious feel.
"As expected of a jeweler, a jeweler living in the West District..." Klein glanced at a few oil paintings nearby and sighed inwardly.
With every step Largo took, his fat would shake, making one maliciously guess when his clothes and pants would burst.
But obviously, as a jeweler, he had enough money to buy the best quality clothing.
"Detective Moriarty, this is my child, Atlus." Largo stopped at the edge of the carpet and pointed to a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy sitting on a single sofa.
Because each fireplace in the house was lit and metal pipes transmitted heat, the living room was quite warm, so much so that Klein wanted to strip down to just a shirt and pants, but that boy was wrapped in a thick fur coat and had a blanket over his legs that looked very warm.
At this moment, he was lowering his head, hugging himself tightly, and constantly trembling, his dark blue hair seemed to have lost its luster.
Largo looked at him worriedly and whispered:
"Atlus, this is Detective Moriarty who will be protecting you for the next two days."
Hearing this, Atlus raised his head, revealing a pale face, blue lips, and unfocused eyes.
"Protect me, protect me... They want to kill me! They want to kill me!" His voice grew shriller, and finally, he covered his ears with both hands and screamed loudly.
After a few seconds, he gradually calmed down.
During this process, Klein had lightly tapped his teeth and quietly activated his Spirit Vision.
Huh? He suppressed the surprise that rose to his lips and carefully examined twice.
He saw that the color of Atlus's aura was dark with a blackish-green glow!
This is a sign of being haunted or even possessed by a vengeful spirit!
"His bad friends are already taking revenge on him... Or, there are no bad friends at all, he encountered a vengeful spirit and is having hallucinations..." Klein quietly reached out, held the copper whistle from Mr. Azik, and extended his spirituality. Then, he thoughtfully looked away and glanced at the others in the living room.
Near the bay window stood a man in a black coat, tall and burly, unsmiling, with a bulge at his waist that seemed to hide a pistol.
"This should be one of the six security personnel..." Klein was about to examine the others when Largo Carollman introduced:
"Detective Kassandra, her assistant Lydia."
"Detective Stuart."
Speaking, Largo half-turned and pointed at Klein:
"This is Detective Sherlock Moriarty."
Kassandra was around thirty, with black hair and blue eyes, thick eyebrows. She seemed to have been a beauty when young, but now due to slightly sagging cheek muscles, she looked not very easy to get along with.
Her assistant Lydia was a red-haired lady in her twenties, with an excellent figure but ordinary looks.
Both women wore outfits similar to noble riding clothes, with tailored white shirts and form-fitting pants for ease of movement, only with pleated designs at the collar and cuffs to distinguish from men.
Additionally, they openly had two revolvers holstered at their waists.
This reminded Klein of a statement from lawyer Jurgen: that for private detectives, illegal gun possession is an issue that can be spotted immediately — considering the difficulty of obtaining a license for all types of weapons, it's hard to apply unless one is a noble, a member of parliament, or a high-level government employee.
Stuart sat opposite Kassandra and Lydia. His face was thin but with a large beard, and his light green eyes were unusually lively.
He seemed to be around the same age as Lydia, with a height close to Klein's, just over 1.7 meters, and a weight of about 140 pounds.
Stuart had an armpit holster containing a clearly specially made revolver.
After exchanging reserved greetings, Klein took off his coat and hat, handed them to the maid, and said:
"Put them where I can quickly grab them; there are some important items inside."
Actually, he had already transferred the paper figurines, sticky notes, talismans, matchbox, etc., to his pants pockets, with only herbal powder, hydrosol essence, wallet with keys, and the 206 pounds in notes left in the coat.
Stuart sat there, turned his head to look Klein over, and chuckled:
"You don't have a gun?"
"Gun? This is my gun." Klein smiled and raised his cane.
At the same time, he puffed out his cheeks and mimicked a sound.
Bang!
A gunshot sound suddenly erupted. Without thinking, Stuart lunged forward and rolled, while Kassandra and Lydia quickly left the sofa and found spots to hide.
Largo and the servants were astonished and confused, not understanding what happened, while Atlus still lowered his head, trembling.
After seeing clearly that Klein only had a black cane in his hand and that nothing had happened, Kassandra and the others calmed down and asked with a frown:
"What was that just now?"
"Since I picked up a pistol and turned it in, I've been learning sound imitation techniques. It seems the effect is quite good." Klein replied half-jokingly.
"This is not a funny thing, Detective Moriarty." Kassandra said in a deep voice.
"I just wanted to show you some magic..." Klein muttered to himself, then handed the cane to the maid, nodded solemnly, and said:
"I'll be careful."
Stuart, who looked the most disheveled, showed no anger, patted his clothes with interest, stood up, and asked:
"Mr. Moriarty, why haven't I heard of you before? I mean, I know many people in the detective business, but I didn't know you before."
"I only arrived in Backlund at the beginning of September." Klein briefly explained.