Mystery: Days and Nights of Struggle with the Research Society

Chapter 172 Teomesus
"Click." The bronze doll, which was about the size of a palm, held Su Ya's shirt hem with one hand, hanging there precariously like a doll pendant. The inorganic eyes carved from rubies were quiet. Staring at him, Su Ya actually read a little resentment in those eyes.

"Well" Su Ya blinked guiltily, carefully took off the bronze doll from his shirt, and held it up.

"Click?" The bronze doll did not resist, but obediently allowed Suya to move. It sat obediently in his palm, raised its head composed of bronze parts and gears, and expressed confusion. voice of inquiry.

Su Ya looked at the long silver hair and delicate outline of the little doll, and immediately felt as if the figure had come alive - this little guy really fits his aesthetic, but it would be better if the eyes were blue. .

Su Ya looked at the little doll sitting in his palm, feeling a little helpless.

He let the smile from before reappear on his face and said solemnly: "Sorry, little guy, after careful consideration, I have chosen the messenger."

"Thank you for your willingness to answer my call."

As he spoke, he looked at the motionless bronze doll, which seemed stunned, and quickly lifted the summons. After watching it return to the spirit world, he rubbed his forehead and looked back at the little fox. Prepare to complete the final steps of the Courier Contract.

But when Su Ya turned around, he found that the place behind him that originally belonged to the beautiful little fox was empty. Only a black kitten with confused eyes was left squatting there, looking innocent. Look at him.

"." The expression on Su Ya's face froze.

what happened? Where is my messenger?
Su Ya looked at the completed ceremony in front of him and the unfinished contract in his hand, feeling deeply confused.

The next morning, Minsk Street 15.

Klein yawned and got up from the bed. After getting dressed, he came to the living room and immediately saw Moran Watson sitting on a black gift box, almost blending in with the black background.

"Eh? Moran, where were you yesterday? I've been looking for you all night." Klein rubbed his eyes and walked over quickly. After confirming that the cat squatting in front of him was indeed Moran. After the cat, he breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but yawned again.

He had been reading the newspaper yesterday afternoon and didn't pay much attention to the whereabouts of the little black cat. As a result, when he felt hungry and planned to have dinner, he realized that he could not find the little black cat. The helpless Detective Sherlock had to put down what he was doing and concentrate on looking for the cat - this was also the most common type of commission he received during this period.

But maybe because the black cat blends in with the darkness too easily, or maybe because the extraordinary cat is different, Klein couldn't find it after searching for it all night, and the divination results were also strange, leaving him completely confused.

So Klein, who was tired and hungry, decided to go to bed first and get up tomorrow to find this 'detective' cat - this kitten has a higher rank than him, and it was sent by Su Ya, so there must be nothing wrong with it. question.

Sure enough, Moran came back by himself today.

"Meow~" The black kitten meowed softly. He lowered his head as if embarrassed, rubbed apologetically on Klein's outstretched arm, and quietly curled up his tail.

Then it seemed to suddenly remember something, stretched out its paw pads and gently patted the large black box under itself, signaling Klein to open it.

"What is this? Your luggage?" Klein looked at Molan in amusement. He gently rubbed the soft and smooth fur of Kitten Dumpling with his fingers and took a satisfied breath. Only then did he respond to Molan's urging. The black box opened in his eyes. The black box was not too big, and there were a bunch of scattered things of various sizes inside. There was also a gaudy envelope on the top that was exactly the same as the letter he got from Mr. Maric yesterday. There is a string of "Roselwen" written in ligatures.

‘Backlund, No. 15 Minsk Street, is owned by the great detective Mr. Sherlock Moriarty who is sleeping under the quilt. ’

My dear friend, are Harry Potter memes fun?
Klein held his forehead. He did not open the letter directly. Instead, he took out the contents of the box one by one and counted them.

I found a total of x5 pocket hats about the same size as Moran's head, x7 bow ties of various colors and styles, and a pair of cat glasses that were exactly the same as the one I was wearing now, only they were much smaller. A small stack of them had a wide range of uses. Various basic charms, and a golden bell that looks like it should be worn on a collar but seems a bit too big.

"It's really your luggage." Klein held his forehead and looked at the pile of things in front of him. He didn't know how to complain for a while.

——Whose cat still wears a top hat and bow tie? Even an extraordinary cat is too strange.

The little black cat Moran tilted his head slightly, stretched out a front paw and pressed it on one of the bow ties that Klein took out of the box, and meowed softly.

"You want to wear it? Well, it doesn't seem very strange. It looks pretty good."

Klein was defeated under the gaze of the little black cat's round, sparkling brown eyes. He had to carefully put the bow tie on it, and also put the top hat and glasses on Moran. Suddenly, he was a polite kitten with a very gentlemanly temperament. Appeared in front of Klein.

"Why does it feel familiar?" Klein scratched his head, but he didn't think too much and opened the letter and read it.

"Hey, Klein, you didn't expect it to be me.

I suddenly remembered last night that I seemed to have forgotten to bring you the gifts I prepared for Moran, so I asked my messenger to package them and send them to you. I hope you and Moran can get along well.

——Those talismans can be used without reciting incantations. I prepared them for you and Moran. You can choose to give part of them to Moran. As a 'detective' cat, Moran can use these special charms through spiritual indoctrination.

In addition, that bell is for you. You can use it to summon my messenger, or you can use a spell to summon it.

The summoning incantation of my messenger is 'A spirit that wanders in the delusion, a friendly creature that can be driven, a messenger that belongs exclusively to Surya Auchinleck'. The last sentence can also be changed to 'a transmission that belongs exclusively to Palka. The Fox of Messos', there is no difference between the two, but the latter should be used with attention to the occasion.

You are happily eating Suya's Intis feast.

ps: Russell's food tastes really good, but I kind of miss the breakfast you made last time. When are we going to have hot pot together? "

(End of this chapter)