Secret: The years I served as a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 120 Moving
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On Monday morning, Klein slowly opened his eyes. The curtains in the living room were not drawn, and the light just fell on his face.

A night's rest made him feel much better, and waking up in a familiar and comfortable environment also made Klein a little confused. He mumbled a few words, turned over and wanted to continue sleeping, and then suddenly realized that now was not as safe as before. He should leave here again immediately, leave Minsk Street, and find another place to live.

Because he died suddenly at home, logically, after a period of time, the neighbors would call the police or the landlord would come to his house.

And Edward Vaughn might be secretly following the reports in this area, and he could confirm it through the news when the time comes.

Thinking of this, Klein lost all his sleepiness and quickly threw off the quilt and sat up. The cold air made him shiver, and a layer of fine goose bumps instantly appeared on his body. He quickly dressed, then sat at the table and began to think about the next action (escape) plan.

"It's December now and the weather is cold. According to my meager medical knowledge, there will be no odor for at least a week after death. Unless there is an accident like a thief coming to the house, I will be safe within a week, but I'm not sure if He is paying attention to this place."

Klein didn't dare to go above the gray fog to divine, fearing that the demon would knock on the window to check for gas in the next second. His greatest support could not be used, so he had to take out the yellow crystal again and divine "Everything will be safe today."

Citrine rotates sharply clockwise.

Very safe. That's right, after a person steps on an ant to death, he won't come back every few days to check if the ant is dead. It's unlikely that an angel will always pay attention to the life and death of a small person like me, not to mention that He certainly didn't expect that I would be resurrected.

The devil has anti-divination properties. If the other party is involved, the yellow crystal pendulum will stop immediately, indicating that the divination is invalid. Since it can still rotate, it proves that this result is basically accurate.

With the divination as a guarantee, Klein breathed a sigh of relief, but the situation was urgent, so he decided to complete the move today.

Oh, right! And my Sequence 6 promotion materials... Today is already the third day! I wonder if there will be any changes on the side of the seller that Emlyn contacted. I even gave a deposit of one thousand pounds!
If the seller sold the materials to someone else because I didn't go, then all my thousand pounds would be wasted!

Klein stood up in fear, and put on his coat so quickly that he couldn't see clearly, and wanted to go out. But reason prevailed, and he stopped abruptly when he reached the door. Klein turned around and looked at the house where he had lived in Backlund for two months. He sighed slowly and began to pack his things.

The most urgent thing is not to look at your own materials, but to check out quickly, escape, and hide again somewhere else.

If you go to the Harvest Church now, you may not be able to get the materials immediately, but you must come back to pack your luggage and cancel the lease, then go to the church again, and find a new house... Too many trips back and forth and staying outside for too long will increase the variables, so it is best to solve all problems at once.

Klein found the suitcase he brought with him to Backlund and put his belongings in it.

He had considered renting the house for a long time before renting it, so most of the furniture and daily necessities were ready-made. When he came, he spent 38 pounds on his luggage, which was a huge sum of money for Klein at the time. Now, he has more than pounds in savings, and his wealth has increased by about ten times, but the luggage he packed can still fit into a suitcase.

Looking at the empty closet, Klein felt a little lonely, just like when he was moving out of the dormitory after graduating from college.

Two months was enough time for him to develop some feelings for this place.

After smoothing out the sheets and quilts and burning all the debris, the house returned to the way it was when he rented it. Klein put on a full disguise, counted his savings and belongings, and left immediately without any more thoughts.

When he pushed the door, he heard a slight collision sound. Finally, he found that there was a sign "Owner Not Here" hanging on the door. He immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

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The first destination is the landlord's house.

The two places were not far from each other, and Klein arrived in a few minutes at a trot. The Summers' house was very quiet. A few days ago, I could see Mrs. Starling having someone move her luggage. Klein was afraid that she had already left for vacation and he would not be able to check out, so he hurried forward and knocked on the door.

After waiting anxiously for a minute, the maid opened the door a crack, and seeing that it was the tenant, she said, "Good morning, Mr. Moriarty."

"Good morning." Klein simply bowed with his hat pressed down, and got straight to the point, "Excuse me, is Mrs. Summer here? I have something I need to tell her about the house I'm renting."

The maid hesitated for a moment, wanting to ask if there was something wrong with the house, but she shouldn't speak on behalf of her master. So she nodded, whispered a few words to another maid standing beside her, then opened the door and made an inviting gesture: "Come in, Mr. Moriarty."

"Thank you."

Klein walked in and waited in the reception room with his hat on. The fireplace was burning brightly, and the room was warm. It could be seen that a lot of furniture was missing. It seemed that if he was a few days later, they would have set off.

Starling Summer had received the maid's report, and after getting dressed, she came to the reception room. She smiled and said, "I haven't seen you for a few days, Mr. Moriarty. I thought you had gone back."

Go back to Jianhai? Thank you, Mrs. Summer, thank you for remembering this excuse, so I don't have to make up another one... Klein smiled and said, "That's why I came here."

Starling picked up the teacup gracefully: "Are you going back?"

"Yes. I have already booked a ticket and will be leaving Backlund soon. I miss the atmosphere of the sea." Klein replied, "So I came to say goodbye to you today and want to refund the rent."

Mrs. Starling recalled and quickly remembered the contents of the rental contract at that time: "I remember that it was agreed to be for half a year, and you paid 25 pounds in advance as rent. Mr. Moriarty, are you not going to come back? Or is there something about this house that makes you dissatisfied?"

"Excuse me, this is something I have to know as a landlord."

"After all, at the same price, it might be difficult for you to rent a house as good in Backlund."

Although it seemed like the landlady was showing off again, Klein did feel that she cared about him. He also picked up the teacup, took a sip of the warm tea, and slowly spoke out his organized words: "Please rest assured, Mrs. Summer, everything is fine, the house is impeccable, I believe it must be my luck to be able to rent your house."

Starlin raised the corners of her mouth proudly, waiting for what was to come.

"I'm not going back to Jianhai just for vacation this time. I may not return to Backlund for a long time."

"Ok."

Seeing this, Starling did not try to persuade him to stay and said to the maid beside her: "Julian, bring Mr. Moriarty's contract."

A few minutes later, the maid returned and placed a document on the coffee table in front of the two. Starling flipped through the pages, stopping at one page and reading out the contents: "The weekly rent is 18 soli, and the furniture fee is 1 soli. Mr. Moriarty, the contract was signed on September 9, and now it is December 16, so you have lived here for a total of three months and three days."

"Of course, I won't haggle over the daily rent, so I'll charge you three months. That's 228 soli, 11 pounds 8 soli."

"You paid me 25 pounds directly at that time, Mr. Moriarty. You are an excellent detective who once shot and killed a robber who broke into a house alone. Luke and I feel very relieved to have you as our neighbor. As usual, I have to check whether there is any damage to the house, but I believe you are an honest and trustworthy person. So I will not collect the house in person, nor will I collect any additional deposit. I will directly return the remaining 13 pounds and 12 soli to you."

Klein couldn't help but smile a helpless yet touching smile as he drank tea while listening to what Starlin said. He agreed, and the two of them signed their names on the last page of the contract. The maid counted out the money and gave it to Klein, and the rental transaction ended.

After the transaction was completed, the two exchanged a few pleasantries. Mrs. Starling couldn't help showing off the new jewelry her husband had bought for her and the New Year's travel plans he had planned. Klein had other things to do, so he left after sitting for a short while.

Starling escorted him to the entrance and said goodbye to him dignifiedly:
"Goodbye, Mr. Moriarty."

"I wish you a happy New Year in the Sea of ​​Space. I hope to see you in Backlund in the future."

Klein smiled bitterly: "Thank you, me too."

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With the newly acquired 13 pounds and 12 soli, Klein immediately carried the box to the next destination: Harvest Church. Harvest Church was a bit far away, so Klein chose to take a tram. After about half an hour of transfers and walking, Klein arrived at Harvest Church around noon.

He took a deep breath and prayed silently in his heart.

When he walked in, Klein immediately saw Emlyn sweeping the floor. Emlyn also raised his head after hearing the footsteps, and their eyes met.

Emlyn asked in surprise: "Sherlock? You're still alive?"

No, I'm dead. Klein nodded: "Yes."

At this time, there was no one in the church except Father Utravsky who was praying with his eyes closed, so Emlyn did not control the volume of his voice. He walked over in two or three steps and asked in a voice slightly lower than usual: "Why did you come so late? Did you stand me up?"

"I spent a lot of effort to stabilize the seller. You must apologize to me, a trustworthy vampire!"

This is the first time someone has asked me to help. If I can't do it well, I will lose face! Emlyn muttered in his heart.

Hearing this, Klein looked at Emlyn in surprise, and then responded very cooperatively: "You are truly an outstanding vampire."

This compliment came from the heart, so Emlyn raised his chin in satisfaction. Klein immediately took advantage of the victory and continued:

"Your character shines like a gem."

"I feel so honored to have met you."

"I can't imagine what I would be like now without you."

"Alright, alright! Hey, you're too direct to praise me like this in public, Sherlock." This made Emlyn so happy that his face was dancing with joy. He almost couldn't close his mouth but pretended to be reserved. "Hehe, you're right. I'm such a reliable and outstanding vampire... You gave me a thousand pounds last time, right? I paid you an extra two hundred to stabilize the seller. You have to compensate me. Hey, I don't mean to blame you, but why did you suddenly disappear? We said we were fine at noon that day, but I waited for you until midnight and you didn't show up!"

“I’m sorry.” Klein sighed. “You know, the life of a private detective is dangerous. I ran into some trouble and hid myself immediately. I didn’t even have the chance to pass on the news to you.”

"It seems that your business is also high risk and high return."

Emlyn clicked his tongue twice, glanced at the sun outside, and said, "I'll go find the seller during my lunch break. Go have lunch first and wait for my news. If you're lucky, I can give it to you today. The seller wants to sell it quickly."

"I'll wait here."

Klein looked at the empty church and saw Utravsky's hill-like back, which made people feel extremely safe. He said firmly. Under Emlyn's surprised gaze, Klein quickly ran to the door, stopped a passing newsboy, and bought a copy of the Backlund Daily and the Tussock News for two pennies. Then he took the newspaper and sat on the bench in the back, looking like he would never leave.

Emlyn was silent for two seconds: "Is your enemy very powerful?"

“It’s not a question of how powerful it is, it’s just that it’s a very rare kind…” Klein almost blurted out “Him”.

"Will they find their way here?"

“Probably not.” Klein answered, unwilling to reveal any more information. Emlyn had no choice but to give up and continue sweeping the floor with full concentration.

After a few minutes, he looked up and said to Klein, "I'll be there at half past eleven."

Klein turned around and gave Emlyn a thumbs up. Then, he turned his attention to the newspaper in his hand.

It's best not to go to the one-bedroom apartment in the East District. Find an opportunity to cancel it another day. There are many people and eyes there, but it's not so chaotic that it's impossible to find the target. Even a slightly more skilled detective can't stop it. If an angel is led there, a great horror will definitely happen.

So Klein's current situation seemed to have returned to the beginning - he had an ID, but he couldn't use it. He couldn't leave his name at a housing agency, so he could only look for a house on his own in the newspaper. Sherlock Moriarty's reputation had spread somewhat in the Backlund detective circle, and the two demonic incidents had made him famous in the extraordinary world. The best way now was to quickly find a place where no one was around to get promoted, then forge an identity and run away.

He also had to find a way to avoid the tracking of the demon angel, such as a magical item, otherwise he might lose his life at any time.

But even if such items existed, he couldn't get them now. It seemed that he could only hope that the gray fog would be of some use.

I can't stay above the gray fog for 24 hours except for eating and sleeping, right? My spirituality can't support it, right? Klein sighed heavily, put this question aside, and began to look for housing information.

He could no longer stay in the Joewood District, and the North District where the Church of Night was located was still ruled out. Although his image was very different from the past, since he had not yet reached the stage of a "faceless man", he should not show his face in front of acquaintances who might appear.

By the way, I also have to send the captain over!
Should I go to Queens or the West End? The former is mainly inhabited by aristocrats, while the latter is inhabited by the rich. With my current assets, I can live in the West End for a while, but every penny of the money used for promotion and purchasing extraordinary items is precious and cannot be spent carelessly...

As for the factory area, the dock area, and the East District... not only for my own sake, but also for the sake of ordinary people, it is best not to stay there. Apart from anything else, it is too far from the three major churches, and it will take some time for the church to rush over if something happens.

Finally, the only option left seemed to be the "financial center" Hillston District. Well, there was a lot of traffic, and even if I didn't continue to be a private detective, my savings would be enough to support my normal life. According to Talim, Edward Vaughan's habit was to stay out less before the New Year and not accept visits from strangers, so there should be no reason for him to go to Hillston District. Perhaps it was the best choice.

Having made up his mind, Klein opened the newspaper with purpose and went straight to the rental and sale transaction page. After screening out houses that were too expensive, too close, and too cheap, he found a house offer that he could accept.

"Hillston District, No. 9, Second Avenue...a townhouse for rent, a suite on the third floor, two living rooms, a study, a living room, a kitchen, a private bathroom, fully furnished, equipped with a balcony...rental is 1 pound and 5 soli per week, detailed negotiation required. Oh, it's really expensive! But I won't be staying in Backlund for long, so this is definitely worth considering."

Klein wrote down the address. At this time, Emlyn had finished cleaning and left the church. Seeing that there was no one around, Klein changed to a slightly more relaxed posture and read the newspaper to pass the time.

Suddenly, he saw an obituary in the Tussock Gazette:
“爱子塔利姆·杜蒙特因突发心脏疾病于12月18日死亡，他的葬礼将于12月21日上午9点整在皇冠墓园举行，特此讣告。”

Talim? He died? Of a heart attack?
He is obviously a healthy equestrian coach. If he really has a disease, Dr. Allen should have discovered it long ago...

Anyway, he's dead. Died yesterday, funeral the day after tomorrow. The last time we met was a long time ago. He talked to me about Edward Vaughan and mentioned a "big shot" who wanted to meet him.

Klein was silent, like a sculpture.

He lost another person who could barely be considered a friend, and suddenly felt that this world was so unreal.

TBC
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Tarot will be tomorrow.

Regarding the part about buying materials from Emlyn, I could have let the materials disappear, a thousand pounds go down the drain, and then create a branch line where Klein spends time and money everywhere to buy them again, and I could have written a few more chapters, but I felt that it was unnecessary... It would be better to just leave it as it is, and it would also make the relationship between Emlyn and Klein a little better.

(End of this chapter)