Chapter 112: The Riding Instructor’s Problem

Chapter One Hundred TwelveThe Riding Instructor’s Problem

Returning to the sitting room, Klein picked up the letter opener and casually slit open the seal, taking out the letter Isengard Stanton had sent.

The famous great detective had written:

“Your idea was of enormous help to us. Please allow me to first offer my thanks here.

“After receiving your letter, we immediately organized people to investigate several key areas, and sure enough, we found corresponding clues. Quite a few stray animals that had often appeared in those neighborhoods and were remembered by residents have been disappearing one after another.

“During this process, we also noticed something interesting. In the serial murder case from four years ago—yes, the one targeting prostitutes who were single and had one child—many people who lived around the crime scenes had once mentioned that the most suspicious boy, though withdrawn and vicious, was quite loving toward animals, especially a larger black dog.

“After that boy died in a gang fight, the surrounding residents never saw that dog again.

“I am very curious who owns it now. Is its current owner the murderer behind some even earlier unsolved serial murder case?

“The above matters were, to a certain extent, proven at the scene of the twelfth murder and played a key role in allowing the police to preliminarily lock onto the suspect. If everything proceeds smoothly, once the culprit is arrested, we should be able to obtain most of the bounty.

“My friend, I clearly remember your contribution. I will not forget your share.”

…

Isengard Stanton seems to suspect I know the truth about the “Demon,” so he deliberately hinted at certain things?

Klein set down the letter paper and muttered silently to himself.

Still, this letter truly put his mind at ease.

The official Beyonders had not locked onto the wrong target!

If that demonic giant hound did not receive additional help, it was only a matter of time before it was captured or killed.

As for Isengard Stanton’s speculation that the other party also had an owner, Klein lacked enough evidence to confirm it. He could only say that there was a certain probability.

“In any case, my task ends here. What comes next belongs to the Nighthawks, Mandated Punishers, and Machinery Hivemind squads.”

Klein took out fresh paper, picked up his round-bellied fountain pen, and wrote Isengard Stanton a reply full of modesty, ignoring those subtle hints entirely, like a true ordinary private detective.

After cutting another paper figurine, going out to mail the letter, and returning, Klein strolled toward the public carriage stop, feeling light and relaxed.

“Next, I can just wait to receive money…

“Leppard said he plans to view the Roselle Memorial Exhibition for three consecutive days. I will have to wait until Saturday to look for him and pay the final amount. Hopefully, by then, the bicycle patent application will already have been filed. Sigh, the Backlund patent office’s efficiency seems to have never been very high.”

Klein had already planned out the day’s arrangements. With Beyonder gatherings unable to convene and the corresponding items impossible to buy, he had suddenly become free, with no need to keep busy for the brief moment.

“I’ll spend the morning at the Cragg Club, practice shooting, practice Beyonder abilities, and eat lunch there. Afterward, I’ll find a better circus and observe a magician’s performance to see if I can obtain some inspiration.”

He took out his gold-cased pocket watch, glanced at it, and boarded the public carriage in a rather good mood.

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Hillston Borough, Cragg Club.

Because Klein came at least twice every week, all the attendants had remembered him. He no longer needed to show his membership proof or White Frost constellation badge.

It was Wednesday morning. Most members of the Cragg Club belonged to the comparatively well-off middle class, holding fixed and rather respectable jobs. Unless it was Sunday, annual leave, or…