Mystery: Beginning with the Pope of Night

Klein ended the Tarot session and relied on his memory to copy down those pages of the extremely "secret" diary.

"I have no blasphemy against the 'Supreme Dream'. I have no concern for Russell's love history. I just have awe for the hidden knowledge."

Klein held a ceremony in a precious place and sacrificed these pages above the gray mist.

Of course, putting aside the "secrets", he felt that these pages of the diary were still valuable and worth collecting.

Klein cleaned up the traces and lay on the sofa in a daze, waiting for his spiritual recovery. About half an hour later, he was suddenly inspired and looked at the glass of the bay window.

There is a woman wearing a black palace dress in a certain piece of glass.

Klein stiffened and took a few steps back, but he didn't feel any danger.

The woman in his eyes wore a small black bonnet, raised her skirt, bowed slightly, and saluted Klein.

"There is no malice..." Klein confirmed this, and the next moment, the woman took out a gold coin.

gold? This style? Is it the dream gold coin from the Solomon Empire? It’s still the oldest edition and very valuable!

Ahem! Klein quickly brought his thoughts back, and then heard the doorbell of the office ringing.

And the exquisitely dressed young lady in the window also disappeared.

Klein checked the revolver he only accepted, keeping it ready to draw at any time, and then opened the door.

He saw a man and a woman, two extraordinary beings.

Why is this man's eyes hiding malice, like a "devil", but more reserved...

"Welcome, this is the Sherlock Detective Agency." Klein smiled and invited the two inside, pouring two cups of Marquis black tea.

"I am Maric and she is Sharon. Bishop Dream asked us to come to you." The gentleman in the black vest spoke.

dream? That is Bishop Truman... Klein nodded slightly, "Hello, I am Sherlock Moriarty."

"So do you need any help?"

Maric stared at Klein with malicious eyes, "We have no place to live."

Klein: ...

Is it so direct?

"I can solve this." Klein nodded lightly, and there was still a lot of funds for the activity.

"We are being hunted by the indulgent faction of the Rose School of Thought." Miss Sharon looked at Klein with her blue eyes.

"Uh..." Klein didn't expect it again this time.

"Rose School? Indulgence School?" Klein remembered this name. He had seen it in the information Bishop Truman gave him.

Another evil sect... Klein unexpectedly found that there was no wave in his heart.

Is this really something he can touch as a Sequence Eight? Bishop Truman thought that was it.

Klein has given up struggling.

"If there is a situation, please tell me. I can't handle it now, but there will always be someone." He solemnly promised.

"Okay!" Maric nodded slightly.

Afterwards, Klein called Leonard over and asked him to deal with the accommodation issue of Maric and Sharon.

"Are you going to find Mr. A?" Leonard found out about Klein's arrangement.

"Yes, the information about the last 'demon' attack may be of some value, and it may be able to help me gather materials for promotion."

Leonard nodded slightly and turned to settle Maric and Sharon.

Klein was on alert along the way, but he didn't always meet the "devil".

Now is the time of greatest traffic at noon, so the possibility of a "devil" attack is less.

"Hello, I'm looking for Mr. A from the Aurora Society." Klein arrived at the gathering place and directly found the Beyonder here.

Then he sat in the prayer room with a young man.

Although there is no church here, according to Klein's observation, it actually performs the function of a church, and Mr. A is equivalent to the bishop here.

This is probably a tacit understanding between the churches, which does not allow churches to appear, but the aurora will be stationed here.

"Looking for Mr. A?" The man glanced at Klein, "Who are you?"

He was wearing a dark robe with mysterious patterns on the cuffs. He had short brown hair and sparkling eyes. Like Mr. A, he was also... very beautiful.

It seems that joining the Aurora Society depends on appearance... He is probably a priest of the "True Creator"?

"'Devil'." Klein suddenly pointed out a noun.

"Huh?" The young man looked at Klein seriously and nodded lightly, "He has gone out now. If you have any information, please tell me and I will judge its value."

"You?" Klein hesitated.

"Why do you look down on me? I'm the second in command here." The young man chuckled.

Hmm... Klein nodded slightly, "I was attacked by a Sequence Six 'demon'."

"Sequence Six 'Demon'?" The young man opposite suddenly straightened his body.

"That is a demon dog, and its owner is a stronger 'devil' path extraordinary, which is the source of my last intelligence."

"Hey! There's something!" The young man became more serious, and every word Klein said after that was written down by him.

"Very valuable information that can help us narrow down the scope of our investigation."

"Then what reward do you want? Gold pounds or something else?"

"I need..." Klein mentioned many kinds of auxiliary materials, which were of great value.

"...Okay." The young man calculated in his mind for a while and nodded in agreement.

And this is indeed a branch of the Aurora Society. Klein quickly got his things, so that he can complete his promotion today.

"If you have more information, you can contact us. Of course, you can also spend gold pounds to ask us to clean up the 'demon'."

This person doesn't even take this "devil" in his eyes. Is it because he has the Aurora at his back or because his sequence is high enough? Is it also sequence six?

"Can I leave your name?" The man picked up a pen and paper and prepared to record it.

"Sherlock Moriarty." Klein thought for a moment and still gave the false name.

"My name is Bert Moore..."

Belt Moore wrote down Klein's name, "Hey, Mr. Detective!"

At this moment, both Klein and Belt froze, as if an electric current flashed through their brains, making their bodies tingle.

Klein must have a good memory. He didn't seem to have revealed his occupation to this gentleman.

The only thing he gave this gentleman was the fake name he gave him. That name was so unique that Klein felt proud of it for a while.

"Gu!" Belt Moore swallowed lightly, looked at Klein, as if he had thought of something, and asked solemnly, "Mr. Sherlock, do you know John Watson?"