Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 313 Leonard's Big Investigation into Klein

Inside an old but clean enough apartment building in Backlund, East End.

It was already late at night, and the girl named Daisy was already asleep.

She was one of the survivors of the "human trafficker Kapin" case a few months ago. The case left her with considerable psychological trauma. Even after so much time has passed, she still thinks about it occasionally.

In her dream, she was ironing clothes. This was her job during the day when she didn't have to go to school. It had long since become muscle memory, allowing her to perform the task smoothly even in her dreams.

Just then, she heard a knocking sound at the door.

She turned her head and saw that the visitors were two police officers in black and white checkered uniforms.

Two police officers stood one behind the other. The one in front had deep, gray eyes, while the one behind had dark hair and blue eyes. Their features were somewhat blurry; they were holding notebooks and pens, making their facial features completely indistinct.

This is using Dunn Smith and Leonard Mitchell in Dream.

In recent days, Leonard has been investigating cases related to "tarot cards".

One name that appeared repeatedly caught his attention.

Charlotte Moriarty.

He seems to be just an ordinary private detective, but he always seems to be on the fringes of various incidents.

This is actually quite normal. Detectives, archaeologists, astronomers, and other groups who frequently come into contact with the occult seem to be cursed, always involuntarily approaching various dangerous events and bringing danger to those around them.

But Leonard's spiritual intuition from the dual Sequence 7 and his [Outcast] sensitivity to "goals" reminded him that there was something wrong with Charlotte.

But Leonard himself is unwilling to use his brain.

So he went to find his former captain, Dunn Smith.

This wasn't exactly a Red Glove secret, so Leonard, without a care, pushed open Dunn's office door, where Dunn was writing a love letter to Daly, and dumped all his confusion and findings on Dunn's desk, declaring that he was going to thoroughly investigate Charlotte.

Then, after Dunn's investigation, the two arrived here.

Facing the little girl, Dunn, with his deep-set eyes and receding hairline, gently asked:

"Ms. Daisy, in the case of Cappin, besides what you have already said, is there anything else you would like to add?"

“Those are all unimportant things,” Daisy replied rather absentmindedly.

Dunn looked down at his notebook and said, "Of course, it doesn't matter. But it's okay, we're willing to listen."

As she spoke, Daisy's dream changed, and the three of them found themselves sitting at the dining table in the living room. On the table was a small cake that Daisy had wanted to eat but never had.

Daisy glanced back at the clothes hanging there, realizing she might have forgotten to give some instructions. Then, quite naturally, she picked up the cake and took a bite.

She frowned slightly, feeling that this seemed rather bland. But she still dutifully described the trivial details.

Beside her, images floated up from the air—scenes from Daisy's memories. Among them, the pink-haired, pointy-eared girl and the long-haired red knight were particularly vivid; these were Daisy's most profound memories.

"Elves?" Leonard looked at these memories with interest, but did not disturb them.

Finally, Daisy said, "After I was kidnapped, my mother and sister hired a private investigator, Mr. Sherlock Moriarty, to find me. He is a good man. Although he couldn't find me directly, he contacted reporters afterwards to help me get compensation from the foundation."

"This is it!" Leonard snapped his fingers.

Daisy shook her head, not at all surprised to see Mr. Sherlock Moriarty appear beside her.

The great detective had a thick beard and wore gold-rimmed glasses, looking exactly as she remembered him.

After taking a few deep looks, Dunn and Leonard quietly left the dream.

Leonard and Dunn's spirits quickly returned to their physical bodies at Blackthorn Security, waking up behind their desks and on the sofa, respectively.

"In the cases of Lanius and Capinrie, the private detective Sherlock Moriarty was involved. Besides that, there are quite a few other cases..." Leonard said softly.

At this point, Dunn Smith had already used ritual magic to draw Charlotte Moriarty's appearance.

Amidst the patter of footsteps, old Neil, holding a teacup, approached and tilted his head to look at the portrait in Dunn's hand.

“Isn’t this little Klein?” Old Neil suddenly asked.

"What?" Leonard, who was deep in thought, looked up in surprise at Neil.

Old Neil picked up an eraser and wiped away Charlotte's beard and eyes in the portrait, then picked up a pen and filled in the facial features.

Leonard leaned closer, his eyes widening as he examined the portrait of "Sherlock Moriarty" once more.

A dozen seconds later, he spat out a name through gritted teeth: "Klein Moretti."

The more he looked at the mysterious detective Sherlock Moriarty, the more he felt that he resembled his former teammate, the hero who saved Tingen, Klein Moretti!
Leonard's hands were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. After a while, he let out a noticeable gasp and picked up Sherlock Moriarty's file again.

Neither Neil nor Dunn spoke again. They exchanged a glance, then simply watched Leonard in silence.

They knew how much Leonard had done to avenge Klein. For a moment, neither of them knew what to say to comfort Leonard.

Leonard fell silent once again.

Countless thoughts flashed through my mind.

It's been almost five months...

What has he been doing for the past five months? Seeking revenge for someone who...might not have died at all?
Even the purpose of that person infiltrating the "Night Watchers" team is hard to ascertain; their true motives may not be any more noble than Ince Zangwell's...

No, the Church of Pleasure in Backlund is called "St. Clyne's Church," or perhaps...

After a long while, he took out his gold-cased pocket watch, snapped it open, and glanced at it.

"Captain, I'll be leaving for a moment," he said in a deep voice.

"Be careful." Dunn roughly guessed what was going on, but didn't stop him, only reminding him to be careful.

Leonard turned and left, his steps unsteady. He even tripped at the threshold.

The extraordinary sense of balance that the [Rogue] potion had given him seemed to have diminished considerably.

P.S.: Yesterday I was saying we needed mindless, rant-filled discussions for traffic, and today people are showing up in the book club? Are they alt accounts? Those interested in the book club can check it out. And if this is a repost, please take it seriously.

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