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"No, it's just luck, but God is blessing me." Klein modestly let go and asked Stuart to come in.

What he said is actually the truth. This thing is indeed a good luck. He knew already where Emlin White was before the other party took over the task.

Stuart took off his coat, took off his hat, and hung them on the shelf in the foyer, screaming:

"This **** weather is getting colder and colder, maybe I have to try the cotton jackets."

"Can't you call it cold? You go to the north of the county and go to the winter county for a day, you will understand what is the real low temperature, the real winter." Klein laughed.

Immediately, he asked generously:

“A cup of hot coffee?”

"This is exactly what I expected." Stuart followed the walk to the living room on the first floor. "I went to the north side of Kamiha, knowing the low temperatures and heavy snow there. It was a wonderful holiday, but Beckland's The cold is not bad, it is like magic, piercing my clothes, infiltrating my bones, hey, the fireplace that people want to praise!"

Stuart stood in front of the fireplace burning charcoal for twenty seconds before sitting on the couch and watching Klein Road busy with instant coffee:

"New Year, I plan to go south for a holiday, go fishing in Desi Bay. What are your vacation plans? We have endured the air of Beckland for a year, and worked hard and hard to save money for such a holiday."

"Maybe, it's also going to Desi Bay..." Klein hesitated, and he looked at Stuart's face and looked awkward for a moment.

This is a matter of agreement.

And the agreement of my brother Benson, sister Melissa.

"Haha, I will let you see my sea fishing technology when I get there." Stuart said in a hurry. "We still don't have enough money, otherwise we really want to go to Fossac, to Intis, and even to the South. ”

Klein made the coffee and handed the white glazed porcelain cup to the other party. He then stepped back two steps and sat opposite.

Stuart held the cup and took two deep, warm and warm gases.

After a few seconds of slowing down, he put the cup down and said very officially:

"According to the agreement, I will share the reward you get this time.

"The Whites gave a total of £50, and you made significantly more contributions than I did.

"Sherlock, how about you get 30 pounds? I have to give my line people some hard work."

Only 50 pounds? Is a vampire worth £50? Klein couldn't help but swear.

However, he also knows that the Whites do not want to increase the amount of rewards. They should be worried that giving too much money will scare the detectives and cause them to create unnecessary associations, which will attract the attention of the police or some official organizations.

For ordinary private detectives, the 50-pound mission was tempting enough. Klein asked people to investigate all the red chimney houses in the towns of Tingen and the suburbs before they used the £7.

"In addition, the Whites also gave an extra £1, saying that it was your fare for the past few days." Stuart took out six 6-pound denominations and one pound-one denomination.

Klein took over and checked the authenticity at random, without explaining the fare.

Stuart did not ask too much, and turned to smile:

"Except for Mr. Stanton, you are the best detective I have ever seen. Are you halfway through, or have you studied with a big detective?"

Which big detective has you studied with? This is much more, what Sherlock Holmes, what Hercules Poirot, what kind of primary school students, what is the name of the grandfather in the name of the swindler... Klein silently spit two sentences.

He thought for a moment:

“I came from Kamihain. I did a lot of work in the early days and later became a detective.”

"So your knowledge is rich enough!" Stuart stunned.

Hello, I am a little embarrassed when you compliment... Klein smiled and did not respond.

Stuart took a sip of coffee:

"Sherlock, if I encounter a difficult case that cannot be solved in the future, I hope I can ask you for help."

My network in the detective world has also been rolled out... Klein replied cautiously:

"At the time, if I have time."

After a few more chats, Stuart made a happy speech, and Klein sent him to the foyer.

Wearing a jacket and wearing a hat, Stuart is about to pull the door out, suddenly turning back, sincerely said:

"Sherlock, you are too simple.

"Your talent is worth a better coffee."

what? Klein was a glimpse first, and it was a bit embarrassing.

He laughed aloud:

"I can't tell if the coffee is good or bad, it's the same for me."

............

After sending Stuart, Klein went out and went to the butcher shop to buy some beef bones and some beef, went to the vegetable shop to buy ingredients such as white radish, and matched the seasoning.

He had to prepare the beef bone radish soup for dinner, and used it to serve the rest of the rice. As for noon, he found a restaurant on the street and ate a lamb chops.

After a leisurely afternoon, Klein continued to study the Book of Secrets, and the more he saw it, the less he knew about occultism.

Fortunately, his foundation is solid, and many things can be quickly mastered as soon as they are touched.

In the evening, he smelled the seductive scent of the beef bone radish soup, and the throat squirmed twice.

He heard the sound of the doorbell again, which was like the horn of the rice.

After swallowing, Klein walked over to the door and reached out to grasp the handle.

His mind naturally showed the look of the visitor, which is the handsome but not masculine red vampire Emlin White.

Don't rush... It's a trustworthy guy... Kline opened the door and smiled:

"Good evening, Mr. White."

Emlin raised his chin and let the impatient look overflow.

He was about to speak, and Klein looked at the brown priest's robe on his body, revealing the "I understand" smile:

"You just came from the harvest church?"

Who said last night that I can persist?

At the time of Emlinton, he could not maintain the gentlemanly manner and bite his teeth:

"The old man, the old man...

"Damn, that **** hints how to eliminate it?"

Waiting for Klein to answer, he patted the clothes on his chest and raised his face:

"Take me to see the patient.

“There is a hearty dinner waiting for me.”

During the conversation, he sucked his nose invisibly and seemed to smell something.

Klein didn't say more, put on his coat and hat:

"Okay, I am taking you now."

Closing the door and taking a few steps, he cautiously asked:

"Do you have a medical practitioner certificate?"

Or do you want to convince Mr. Jurgen to let him agree with Mrs. Doris?

Emlin looked at the sky at the forty-five degree angle:

"I don't need that kind of document to show my ability."

Before Klein frowned, he casually added a sentence:

"It's too simple, I just got it and I got it."

... This tone, sounds very proud of the medical practitioner certificate... Klein smiled and did not speak.

Emlin looked at the wet ground in front and said casually:

"Do you know what I like most about Beckland?"

"What?" Klein did not add a curiosity.

Emlin laughed and said:

"The long, gloomy sky, covering the fog of the sun, makes me feel too uncomfortable even if I go out during the day.

"This is great, except the air is not very good."

In other words, is the vampire really hurt by the sun? Fortunately, I thought about this yesterday. I didn't take the sun brooch, otherwise I couldn't communicate with Emlin... Klein seemed to understand something.

In the room, they had arrived outside the Jürgen home, and Klein stepped forward and rang the doorbell.

After a while, the door opened and Mrs. Doris, who was dressed very thick at home, opened her mouth in surprise:

"Mr. Detective, are you coming to be a guest?"

Black cat Brody snorted and watched Emlin with vigilance. It seems that this guy is not quite right.

Klein pointed to the vampires around him:

"I have a new doctor who is good at treating lung diseases, so I would like to ask him to help you, this, Dr. Emlin White."

"Yes? You still remember this thing? It's a good boy!" Doris pleasedly invited the two.

The child... Klein’s mouth was fretting and he didn’t say anything at all.

On the way to the living room, Emlin lowered his voice and said to him:

"The problem of this patient has been irreversible. She is very old and her body is quite weak.

"Even if I gave her a pharmacy, she would have had a good winter at most, and she would die in three to five years.

"Unless there are legendary old potions and similar things, can you just do this, or, turn her into a blood family? But at this age, she can't bear the extraordinary changes in the body, and my parents and me too. There are no extra features."

Unable to reverse... Klein groaned and sighed silently.

He told Emlin Road:

"Give her a prescription first, and say this winter."

"Well, I have a finished medicine, which is suitable for this situation." Emlin sat down on the sofa unceremoniously.

At this time, Mr. Jurgen took off the apron and came out of the kitchen to ask about Klein's intentions.

"Doctor White, what do you think about my grandmother's lung disease?" Jurgen asked very seriously.

Emlin is obviously very good at this situation. He first talked about the understanding of lung diseases, and stunned Yuergen:

"What she needs most is warm and healthy air. This is my most sincere suggestion."

“In addition, I have a special medicine that I can try for free.”

He said that he took out the medical certificate of a medical practitioner and a metal vial.

“Is there any side effect?” Jurgen asked cautiously.

"No, the only problem is that it can't cure the problem, it's just a temporary cure." Emlin replied with a very professional attitude, "If it's not because of Moriatti detective, I won't try it out."

"Maybe you can give it a try? Cough..." Mrs. Doris interjected.

Jurgen looked at Klein, and the other person who had done divination beforehand gave a positive nod.

"Good." Jurgen finally made the decision.

He watched with vigilance as Mrs. Doris drank the bottle of medicine and carefully observed her reaction.

Mrs. Doris did not change at first, but she gradually felt that her breathing was a little easier.

She stood up, bent down and hugged the cat, and said with delight:

"I feel much better!"

Seeing this scene, Jurgen’s face was always serious and unsmiling, and his mouth was slightly raised.

What Klein thought of was:

Three to five years.

He sketched his smile and sighed:

This is also a kind of magic show. The false results made by extraordinary ability make the audience happy...

PS: Just rushing home, there are three more in two days, and the morning is updated in advance.