Lord of the Mysteries Chapter 174: Madam Sharon (second recommended monthly ticket recommendation ticket)
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"What?" The brown bear-like Tolle was taken aback, looked at Klein, and then looked inside the room, rushing in with an agile posture that it shouldn't have.
He pulled open the white cloth covering the body and examined it carefully several times. relaxed said:
"Better than I thought, this is not a big problem."
Maybe I should pull out the revolver and send the Maynard MP five rounds of demon hunting bullet to see if the problem is serious or not ... Klein sullenly pointed at the door:
"Is there nothing going on with me afterwards?"
"No!" Tolle shouted violently, "You wait a second."
Klein asked in a puzzled way:
"Why?"
Tolle explained very seriously and very seriously: "We must prevent accidents, wait for Madam Sharon, make a statement, and I will send you back to Zoutlan Street."
Any Maynard that has been dead for more than 10 hours can be "live", what else can't happen? You're gone, what should I do? Tolle silently added a sentence in his heart.
"Okay." Klein rubbed one's temples and said, "You find a quiet room for me rest."
After only one day of promotion, his status was still unstable. He just held several ceremonies just now and used two talismans, and was greatly frightened. Therefore, he must meditation as soon as possible to eliminate the problem.
The current Klein is extremely vigilant about "out of control".
Tolle will put White Bla on, obviously relaxed a lot:
"no problem."
He led Klein into the guest room near the sun room, pointing inside:
"Inspector Moretti, you can rest assured that no one will bother you. I will go to Madam Sharon first."
Klein nodded slightly, watched the other person leave, then closed the door and closed the curtains.
In the dim and quiet bedroom, he walked slowly to the rocking chair and lay down comfortably, letting his body swing back and forth rhythmically.
Countless spheres of light spheres cascaded in my mind, the buzzing around Klein's ears and the pain in the head disappeared one after another.
When the state is stable, he opens his eyes and looks at the bed, cabinet and other furniture outlined in the dark, summing up his previous attempts peacefully:
"Several more exaggerated jokes have not received" feedback "..."
"Maybe it is because I have not really controlled the power of Clown magical medicine, and there are still negative effects remaining ... Of course, the possibility of this role is not ruled out."
"... I personally don't like to play Clown, but since I chose this sequence path, I can only go down with my scalp ..."
"In fact, everyone in life is more or less a Clown, don't be too repulsive ..."
"You have to figure out what is the core element of Clown as soon as possible ..."
With various ideas rolling, Klein suddenly pulled out a penny of brass color with a denomination of half.
He habitually asked divination if there were any extraordinary factors affecting the death of Maynard.
This may be an occupational disease ... Klein shook his head and smiled, pupils turned deep, repeatedly meditating:
"The death of John Maynard is affected by extraordinary factors."
......
Zheng!
Lying on the rocking chair, he ejected the half-penny coin, looks at its brass-colored body rolled and shimmered in the dim light.
Pap! The coin is exactly in the palm of Klein's, with the figure of half facing up.
"Negative ... that is, the death of John Maynard does not have the influence of extraordinary factors ... This guy seems to have died suddenly with great joy ... The dead is so big, I do n’t have to laugh at him in Chinese sayings ..." Klein Put away the coins and empty his brain in the dark and dizzy room, almost fell asleep.
Boom, boom, boom.
During the slow and rhythmic percussion, Klein sorted out the clothes, put on a soft cap with the coat of arms of the police, left the lounge chair, and walked slowly to the door.
When right palm just touched the armrest, a picture suddenly appeared in his mind:
The brown bear-like Supervisor Tolle stood outside the door, ripped off the neckline, and there was obvious confusion and helplessness in his expression.
Turning the handle, Klein opened the door without any haste.
Supervisor Tolle appeared in his eyes, pulling the neckline and saying:
"Sorry, let you wait too long."
"We have already found Madam Sharon, recorded the confession, you can return to Zoutlan Street."
"I ’m really sorry to delay your precious time."
Klein did n’t ask the other party ’s current emotions and instead laughed:
"Madam Sharon admitted to being with Maynard last night?"
"Yes, she said that under the catalysis of a large amount of alcohol, she and the Maynard councilor failed to control themselves for a while, but after finding out that the other party died suddenly, she was very scared and escaped the room with a little treatment and hid back. In our own room, we have no sufficient reason to accuse her of crime for the time being, and we can only let her leave, restricting certain freedom, and waiting for further anatomical results. "Supervisor Tolle described in detail.
Klein slightly turned his head and smiled sharply:
"Who are you explaining to?"
Tolle froze for a moment, and then said with a bitter smile: "Yeah, I don't need to explain anything to you. I was so annoyed by Mrs. Maynard that I subconsciously said so much."
"Mrs. Maynard's wife is back?" Klein suddenly asked.
"Yes, unfortunately, today's steam train is abnormal and there is no delay." Tolle made a joke answer in the affirmative.
Klein did n’t ask any more. After checking whether the carry-on item is complete, he followed Supervisor Tolle to the stairway and returned to bottom level.
"Why do n’t you arrest her?"
"She is a murderer! I want to sue her, I want to sue you for your malfeasance!"
"I want to ask the best great lawyer to sue you!"
......
Slightly harsh words came into the Klein's ears. He looked down subconsciously and saw a plump and fair-haired middle-aged woman in the living room area, with the help of two young men, glared at the opposite side and kept reprimanding. .
"Beckland's popular palace-style dress this year ..." I often read the magazine Klein of "Ms. Aesthetics". First, such an outdated idea came up, and then I saw a woman who was protected by several gentlemen behind her. .
The lady is wearing a long black dress, her skin is white and tender and smooth, her brown hair is like a waterfall, and her brown pupils is as pitiful as a deer in the forest. People want to take care of her involuntarily.
Madam Sharon ... Klein suddenly remembered the "little smear" starring the other party. He raised his right hand, held his mouth, and coughed twice.
He professionally tapped his left tooth twice and observed the crowd with "spirit vision":
Mrs. Maynard has some minor physical problems. The color of energy field is relatively thin ... From her emotional color, she can intuitively feel her anger and her hatred ... This is very consistent with her external performance ...
Huh, Madam Sharon's emotional color is blue representing rational thinking and calmness ... This is the opposite of her panic and nervous appearance, and she is pitiful ... Sure enough, the person who can become a communicator is definitely not a little white rabbit ... She is very healthy ...
After the inspection, Klein is about to take back his eyes, suddenly seeing Madam Sharon quickly looking up, glancing in this direction, and then lowering his head again, a look of timidity and trembling.
If you ca n’t see your emotional colors intuitively, I ’m afraid they will be deceived by your performance ... you should consider developing towards the "actor" ... two words, Klein did not stop, and walked out with Supervisor Tolle After returning to the Maynard MP's home, he returned to Zoutlan Street in a carriage arranged by the police station.
After replacing captain, he continued to rotate Chanis Gate and took the opportunity to write a reimbursement application.
One night without incident, Klein returned to the ground in the early morning and took the breakfast entrusted to her from Roseanne.
"I like this pie!" he praised.
The cost of breakfast was given to him in advance.
"Really? Then I can try it tomorrow!" Roseanne replied happily.
... Klein twitched his mouth and dealt with milk and pies intently.
At 8:25, he yawned, forced himself to sleep, and came to Shooting Club nearby.
He had an appointment with Dr. mental asylum Daxter Guderian to meet at this time.
…………
Boom! boom! boom!
In the small shooting range, Klein and Daxter each aimed at the target and finished a round of bullets.
ding dong, Daxter flicked out of the shell and looked sideways with interest Klein:
"You are more confident than before."
Of course, I have all been promoted to Sequence Eight, and have the ability to combat ... Klein reflects his facial expression and body movements in his heart, deliberately showing an arrogant gesture:
"Because I only took more than a month to fully grasp the power of magical medicine."
Daxter said slightly invisiblely: "Although this is something to be proud of, it does not need to be hung in the mouth often."
Hey, as Audience, you did n’t even see through my performance ... So it seems that Clown is quite capable of restraining Audience ... Klein smiled with understanding, and asked instead:
"How is the recent status of Hood.Eugen?"
"... He is really crazy." Daxter said silently for a second. "I tried him in various ways. He was really crazy. I was thinking of prescribing the right medicine to him to see if he could be cured . "
As a Sequence Seven, Psychiatrist, even pretending to be a mental patient ... Even if there is a certain treatment behavior, it is not very consistent with the core element of the magical medicine name ... This is vague and incorrect use of "acting method", crazy is not special Strange ... Klein thought a bit then said:
"Before he went crazy, who had contacted him, did you find it?"
"Except for the doctors, patients, nurses and handymen of mental asylum, no outsiders have contacted him." Daxter replied affirmatively.
Klein un'ed:
"What happened earlier? Has anyone come to visit him, or will he leave mental asylum for a period of time?"
In order to comply with the original promise, Klein did not specifically ask about Hood.Eugen in the previous few times.
Daxter was in deep thought, and it took a long time to say:
"Except for the members of Psychology Alchemy Union, only no more than five people have visited him, one of them came three times, and the name was Ell."
Wait for Klein to ask, he said to himself:
"But I heard Hood.Eugen mentioned, Ell is a pseudonym."
"His real name is Lannhose."
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