Mr. Death in the Steam World

"Uh, Miss Manluo, this..." Moen carefully chose his words.

In this day and age, it is not unusual for a man to call an unmarried woman by her first name.

Normally, only family members or lovers call each other by their names.

"You don't need to worry," Emily waved her hand dismissively, her eyes curving into two beautiful arcs.

"This is a privilege that the detective has because he's handsome."

"Alright then... Miss Emily, may I ask what brings you here today?"

Emily sat down on the sofa, straightened her skirt, and her expression became more serious.

"I went on a long trip and just got back recently, only to find that some things were missing from my house."

"I've been searching all day, I've looked everywhere I could, but I just can't find it."

Moen sat down opposite her and took out a notebook and a quill from the drawer.

"What exactly is it?"

"Well..." Emily's eyes darted around, and she gave a slightly embarrassed smile.

"I'll tell you when you get home with me."

Moen paused slightly as he picked up his pen.

As a seasoned detective who has experienced a series of outrageous incidents, including containment objects, demons, and divine descents, in less than two months of operation, he is now highly wary of any client who makes a vague request.

"So, do you know where you lost it?"

"It should be somewhere around my house," Emily nodded.

You lost it at home and can't find it? Could it be something very small? That would be troublesome.

And the other party's hesitant attitude made him honestly reluctant to accept the commission.

Moen looked down and opened the notebook, glancing at the densely packed schedule.

"Miss Emily, I've been a bit busy these past few days, and I probably won't have any time until tomorrow afternoon. Is that alright with you?"

Emily remained silent, but quietly took out a wallet from her small bag, unfastened the clasp, and casually glanced at Moen.

Twenty gold pounds were neatly stacked in the wallet, genuine gold pounds.

"Oh dear," Emily feigned regret, but a sly smile played on her lips.

"What a pity. If this handsome detective were willing to accompany me immediately, these twenty gold pounds—"

"You have a keen eye for people, beautiful Miss Emily."

Moen slammed the notebook shut. Schedules and such could be changed; nothing mattered more than the gold pound.

Emily's face lit up with a triumphant smile, like a cat that had successfully stolen some cream.

"Then it's decided! You can come with me now, right?"

Resigned, Moen stood up and led Emily out of the office.

He wondered to himself, "Who is this young lady from, spending so lavishly?"

Moen had planned to take Emily on a public carriage ride, but a butler-like man was already waiting at the entrance of the firm.

Behind him was a luxurious double-decker carriage, its interior trimmed with fine gold, and even the two black horses pulling it were half a head taller than those of ordinary carriages.

Emily stepped onto it with practiced ease, then turned back and waved to Moen.

Moen closed his eyes, recalling his impoverished state when he first transmigrated, a memory he found somewhat unbearable to revisit.

Those evil rich people!

Throughout the journey, Emily kept asking Moen all sorts of questions.

They asked him where he was from, what he was good at, what he did before becoming a detective, what he liked to eat, and they almost asked him what color underwear Moen was wearing today.

Moen was annoyed, but since he had taken the money, he could only patiently deal with it half-heartedly.

For some reason, he suddenly thought of Phils.

Although she is easily teased and blushes easily, she is at least much quieter than the man in front of her.

Oh, do the young ladies of this era not know what modesty is?

As the surrounding neighborhood grew increasingly bustling, the carriage passed through an ivy-covered wrought-iron archway and slowly drove into a private driveway.

This is an urban manor that occupies most of a street block.

He had heard of this place before. It had been uninhabited for a long time since it was built. Strangely, the owner of the manor did not seem to have any intention of selling it. Therefore, the citizens of Kansas were always very curious about the owner of the manor.

Some say the owner is a fallen nobleman who has fled to a distant land, others say he is a wealthy man living in seclusion, and still others confidently claim that the manor holds a hidden treasure.

The case has been solved; it turns out this manor belongs to Emily's family.

As she walked through the foyer and looked at the marble sculptures, huge oil paintings, and other collectibles displayed on both sides of the corridor, Moen felt like Grandma Liu who had accidentally wandered into the Grand View Garden.

After walking for five or six minutes, they arrived at the entrance of Emily's villa.

Looking at the three-story building in front of him, Moen's lips twitched. Now he understood why Emily's things were missing.

If his office were several thousand square feet, it would indeed be difficult to find Clara to drop a notebook.

Emily pushed open the door and gestured for her to come in.

Moen walked into the house, glanced at the spacious living room, and turned around.

"Miss Emily, can you tell me now what exactly you've lost?"

Emily put her hands behind her back, swayed slightly, and a slightly embarrassed smile appeared on her face.

"That... is a completely transparent dress."

Moen thought he had misheard.

"What?"

"A completely transparent garment."

Emily repeated it again, this time with a hint of helplessness in her tone.

Moen couldn't hold back anymore. What's the point of wearing a completely transparent garment?

"Don't misunderstand," Emily explained confidently, as if she had seen through his thoughts.

"That garment is made of a special material; it's dustproof and waterproof, and it works really well."

"I usually wear it when I do crafts. I took it off before I went out and put it in a room, but I couldn't find it when I came back."

Moen shook his head, gaining a new understanding of the capriciousness of the wealthy.

However, he had already received the gold pound, and finding the item was enough. Whether the item was reasonable or not was not his concern.

He lowered his head and began to think.

A completely transparent garment, invisible to the naked eye, will significantly reduce the efficiency of searching.

Emily said she and the maid had searched several rooms but couldn't find it. The manor was so big that if they searched blindly room by room, they probably wouldn't finish even by tomorrow.

"Miss Emily, what methods have you tried before?"

"There's no special method," Emily said, counting on her fingers.

"I opened all the closets in every room, pulled out the drawers and rummaged through them, and even crawled under the beds to look around."

"But as you can see, my house is so big, and there are so many rooms. We've been searching all day and still can't find it. The servants all say that if we keep searching, they'll go blind."

She looked up, her emerald eyes filled with expectation.

"I had no other choice but to come to you, the great detective recommended by His Excellency the Bishop."

"Thank you for your compliment, Miss Emily."

That's what they said, but Moen really had no clue, so he decided to go to the room to see for himself first.