manynovel Chapter 11 The Detective and the Black Cat
Chapter 11 The Detective and the Black Cat
Leaving the private room, Rean didn't scold the somewhat uneasy-looking old Henry, and went straight out of the Hound Tavern.
For a shady middleman like old Henry, when the court officials come knocking on his door, all he can do is compromise.
Moreover, Rean doesn't dislike this kind of thing.
On the contrary, he actually looks forward to more of these kinds of unexpected events in his life.
Only then is it free enough, exciting enough!
Since his rented house was also in the South District, Rean did not choose to take the convenient carriage, but instead strolled slowly through the deserted streets in the night.
Unfortunately, he walked all the way to his doorstep but never encountered the killer Seth had mentioned who only appeared at night.
"Bad luck..."
With a regretful shrug, Rean walked toward the house with the number 31 on its doorplate.
That was the house he rented in the South District. Since it wasn't in a bustling area, the weekly rent was only 5 shillings.
This price is quite cheap for an 80-square-meter house that is fully furnished.
Apart from the landlord's bad temper, everything was perfect.
Since I haven't been back for three days, the mailbox in front of the door is completely overflowing.
Most of them were GG flyers or similar items, along with Rean's own subscription to the Fog Harbor Daily.
Just as he opened his email, ready to clean it up,
"Clang—"
A round metal object fell from the mailbox to the ground, the moonlight illuminating the red writing on it—
221B.
A note had fallen to the side.
Rean picked up both items, opened the note, and immediately saw the landlord's familiar handwriting.
"Damn it, Rean! If you dare change the house number again, you're moving out right now! The parking ticket's in the mailbox, go pay it yourself!"
"Tsk..."
With a shrug, Rean nonchalantly tossed the note and the flyers into the trash can.
He then re-hung the door number 221B on the door, covering the original number, before taking out his key and opening the door.
The lock turned, and the door was pushed open.
A dark shadow suddenly darted over and rubbed against Rean's feet.
Meow~
"Oh……"
Rean chuckled, bent down, and gently scratched the black cat's chin.
"Don't worry, little one, I'll feed you in a bit."
After saying that, he went inside and turned on the gas lamp.
In an instant, warm orange lights came on, illuminating the living room covered with a decorative rug.
After taking off his coat and top hat and hanging them on the coat rack, as well as the gun holster under his arm, Rean carried the beef he had bought on the way and placed a metal basin, as big as a washbasin, on the ground.
"Meow~!"
The moment the black cat saw its food bowl, it darted over, sat obediently in front of it, and looked up at Rean, meowing loudly.
Clearly, the little guy had been quite hungry while he was away.
"Don't rush, don't rush."
Rean smiled and tore open the paper bag, pouring the 5.5-pound piece of beef, still mixed with blood and streaks, into the iron basin.
Instantly, a somewhat pungent smell of blood filled the room.
"Eat."
Upon hearing the command, the black cat stepped forward, but only sniffed the air before looking up at Rean again.
Meow~
"This is the only kind of meat we have for now, so please make do with this."
Rean crouched down and gently stroked the black cat's head.
"Meow~!"
"Don't worry, I'll catch a demon for you in a while... Eat up."
Upon hearing this, the black cat's golden pupils revealed obvious dissatisfaction, and it let out a low growl.
But when it met Rean's dark eyes, it instantly became obedient, dejectedly approached the iron basin, and buried its head to swallow it in large gulps.
The dark red raw flesh still carried the lingering stench of blood, and the sticky chunks of meat were easily torn apart by the sharp canine teeth.
The hard bones cracked between the black cat's teeth, making a constant snapping sound, and dark red blood flowed down from the corners of its mouth, soaking the black fur on its chest.
The raw meat in the iron basin is decreasing at a visible rate.
But the black cat's stomach seemed never to be full, and it continued to swallow large gulps of food.
In just three minutes, it swallowed a whole 5.5 pounds of raw beef, bones and all, leaving only an empty iron bowl that was still shaking.
Meow~
"It's gone."
Rean shrugged, picked up the iron basin, washed it clean, and put it back in its original place.
Meow~
The black cat meowed again in dissatisfaction. Clearly not full, and seeing that Rean was no longer paying attention to it, it could only droop its ears and leap onto the sofa, sticking out its tongue to groom its fur.
After feeding the black cat he had picked up, Rean lit the fireplace.
"Sizzle—"
Flames rose and flickered, releasing waves of heat that dispelled the chill in the room.
Rean sat down on the sofa near the fireplace and took out the investigation information Kent had given him during the day from his pocket to read.
There are many suspicious points surrounding Cyril's death, and on the surface, Miss Willow is undoubtedly the most suspicious.
After all, being an extraordinary individual who infiltrates the Fletcher family easily leads people to think of something bad.
However, Rean will not let up his investigation of others because of this.
Didn't a famous detective say that in my past life?
Until the truth comes out, anything is possible.
Although the original text is not like that, it conveys the same meaning.
"The two maids in the Fletcher family are sisters, and their previous work experience is normal. There are no suspicious points at the moment."
"Due to the passage of time, we cannot find the location of Ezra's previous job. We only know that he has served the Fletcher family for more than ten years, which is similar to the time he spent with Cyril, the personal servant..."
"The chef used to work on a cruise ship that sailed to the Western Continent and Fog Harbor City..."
"Ha... It's the Western Continent again."
Looking at the name Ryan Anderson on the paper, Rean stroked his chin, lost in thought.
Baron Jesper's collection of extraordinary biological specimens all comes from the Western Continent.
Daryl, the personal servant, is also from the Western Continent.
The Fletcher family's unnamed business partner, who was able to acquire so many custom-made specimens of extraordinary creatures, must also have some connection to the Western Continent.
One or two times could be considered a coincidence, but all these clues are related to the Western Continent, so how could it be a coincidence?
"Looks like I'll have to go check out the docks tomorrow."
The quickest way to learn about the Western Continent is naturally to ask sailors who travel long distances.
Having made up his mind, Rean lowered his head and continued to focus intently on the information in his hand.
Time passed slowly, and the wall clock unknowingly pointed to the hour.
The black cat was curled up in a ball, sleeping soundly at his feet, while soft popping sounds occasionally came from inside the fireplace.
Despite not having eaten or rested for a day and a night, Rean did not feel hungry or tired at all, and continued to slowly flip through the papers in his hands.