Lord of the Mysteries Chapter 199: letter
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Thinking of the possibility of the owner of the Devil dog, Klein immediately changed his strategy and described the process of getting acquainted with Isengard Stanton in a serial murder case in great detail.
In addition, he also actively mentioned the fact that Isengard Stanton organized a group of detective to investigate serial murders and successfully obtained some rewards.
"In that commission, although I only gave some ideas, um, in the professional terminology of the private detective industry, it provided consulting advice, but it was still considered by Mr. Stanton to contribute the most, so I got the most bounty. "Klein finally concluded.
The two police officers in charge of the interrogation recorded these situations and asked if anyone could prove the above. Klein gave the names and addresses of private detective such as Stuart and Kaslana.
"Very good, Mr. Moriarty, your answer is detailed enough." A police officer stopped the pen and asked instead, "How long did you stay at Isengard Stanton's home today? I mean from entering to being discovered by us." "
Klein thought a little bit, and did not ask Lawyer Jurgen's for advice, and directly answered:
"It looks like two to three minutes."
He is talking about real personal feelings.
Another police officer raised his eyebrows:
“A number of residents nearby can confirm that you entered Isengard Stanton ’s home at about 2:10 p.m., and when we arrived at the scene was at 2:28 p.m., that is, you stayed in the house for 18 minutes Around, not two to three minutes!
"What are you doing for such a long time? Why not leave without calling the police?"
Eighteen minutes later? Klein Huo Ran frowned.
He felt himself and silently stared at the stalemate for more than a minute. Why did it go for eighteen minutes?
Is it the strange feeling of being stared that confuses my grasp of time, or is it some other reason? This is the extraordinary ability of the other party? If it is really the owner of the Devil dog, he also has at least Sequence Six, with a high probability of Sequence Five ... Klein when doubting and contemplating, Jurgen leaned forward and was ready to accuse the police of the inquiry for alleged inducement.
This is not a very good reason. He just wanted to interrupt the interrogation rhythm in this way, so as to delay the apparently unfavorable problem just now.
At this moment, Klein raised his hand and rubbed forehead:
"All I said just now is true. In my personal feeling, I only have two to three minutes to enter the Detective Isengard Stanton house."
Speaking of which, he emphasized:
"Well, in my personal feeling."
The two police officers looked at each other and recorded this on notebook.
After a brief silence, the police officer who just asked said:
"In those eighteen minutes, a servant who returned home rang the doorbell, but no one answered, so he glanced inwards through the bay window and saw the floor full of corpses and standing in the living room door. Of you.
"He was very scared and ran to the police station to report the crime. Many passers-by and some residents can confirm this."
Klein ignored Lawyer Jurgen's's eyes and gestured, shook his head and said:
"I didn't hear the doorbell ringing."
The two police officers glanced at each other again, without making any comment, but merely recording.
They asked some questions about other details. Klein who did not do anything and was not guilty or guilty answered all the truth.
At the end, he couldn't help but care about:
"Did you find the Detective Isengard Stanton? I do n’t see any corpses in the living room, he should be alive ..."
A police officer punched the table with a pen and said:
"This is also a point we are very puzzled. The whole house has only traces of fighting in the living room, and the windows are tightly closed. It has not been opened for many days. You know, this is normal in the autumn and winter of Beckland.
"Mr. attacker and Isengard Stanton left the room strangely and didn't know where to go. We didn't find any clues in other parts of the house and around the area, not even the blood."
Wait for Klein to speak, he asked himself and answered:
"You definitely want to talk about the living room door and the house door, but many people have confirmed that there has been no chase in the vicinity, and no one has taken hostages or left the body."
Maybe things actually happened in the middle of the night? Maybe they will wear walls? Klein silently offered other possibilities in his heart and prayed silently:
May Goddess bless Detective Isengard Stanton from escape.
—— Goddess of the Night is Empress of Disasters and Fears.
After the interrogation, Klein was copied into a small room, and the police department sent someone to follow Lawyer Jurgen to 15 Minsk Street to extract the letter and evidence.
After tossing until the evening, Klein was finally allowed to bail for 50 pounds.
"This is much more expensive than last time. It is difficult for the average private detective to take out so much cash in a short time." When the gate of the Hisak police station was left, Klein gathered the neckline of the woolen coat and complained to Lawyer Jurgen A sentence.
Jurgen is still a professional and serious expression:
"Last time was in your favor, and this time many doubts point to you."
He greeted rented carriage to stop and turned his head seriously, glancing at Klein:
"Sherlock, I ’m your Lawyer. Before you answer the police question, it ’s best to have some communication with me, even if it ’s just eyes.
"Do n’t feel free to say anything yourself. Ordinary people without training can easily leave a handle on speech."
This ... I'm used to compiling stories by myself and solving problems by myself ... Klein recalled just now and laughed a few times:
"Okay, I will pay attention."
Jurgen said nothing more and boarded the carriage.
Klein sat across from him, thinking about the attack on Detective Isengard Stanton.
Thinking about it, he suddenly heard the grunt of his stomach.
Half an hour after the normal dinner time ... Klein took out the gold case pocket watch and pressed it to take a look.
He does n’t plan to waste any more time preparing food, and starts thinking about which restaurant is worth looking forward to.
At this time, Jurgen raised the lower eyelid tract:
"I have asked my grandma to prepare a dinner for three."
"Why is this so funny?" Klein froze for a moment, then smiled, "Mrs. Doris's craftsmanship is always desirable."
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When the two returned to Chowod District Minsk Street, the sky was completely dark, and the gas street lights were even brighter than the scarlet moon, which seemed to be absent in the air.
After rubbing a dinner at Lawyer Jurgen's home and licking the cat, Klein paced back to the outside of house 15 in the cold and humid air.
He habitually turned over mailbox and took out a copy of the "Beckland Evening News" that had just been delivered.
Klein took the newspaper, opened the door and entered the house. Just after setting the cane, he suddenly felt a little wrong.
His Divinator spirituality intuitively told him that a stranger had entered his home!
Is the police who came to collect evidence before? Klein was vigilant, and suddenly found a letter on the coffee table.
There should have been only newspapers!
Klein always guards against the attack and enters the living room, leaning on the coffee table. During the whole process, the surroundings are quiet and silent, without any exception.
Looking down at the letter a few times, Klein took out black gloves and put them on before putting them apart.
In the envelope is a thin piece of letter paper. Immediately after unfolding, a dark red color reflected in Klein's pupils, and a slight **** smell lingered on his nose.
On the letter paper, a line of words was written in the frozen blood:
"all of you must die!"
This ... really the owner of the Devil dog? Was he retaliating for the people who killed him? It's really bullying and fearing hard, why not just look for the Night Watcher expert responsible for the removal operation? Klein's heart tightened, and many thoughts flashed in an instant.
But he quickly denied his complaint. Revenge is the most normal choice starting with someone who can deal with it. Just like when he came to Beckland for a few months, he never thought of looking for Ince Zangwill, but he followed Lannhose.
After looking around again, Klein gradually felt that this thing was a bit confusing:
"Revenge in such a public way, are you afraid of being squatted by the official expert? Is this his magical medicine playing requirement?
"Or, because Detective Isengard Stanton escaped, he knew that he could no longer conceal the target with one by one. He could only change the method, but this method did n’t make any sense?
"Also, when he was at Stanton detective, he clearly locked me and kept looking at me, why did n’t he do it? His could it be that would still care about me like an ordinary private detective?
"No, this is absolutely impossible ... he knows that I am Extraordinary? It is possible, because I met the Devil dog directly because of the side effects of master key's labyrinth. It saw my appearance and shape, although I had Make some disguise, but I do n’t know if Devil can see through this ...
"Maybe, after that incident, it was presented to its owner in some way ...
"However, I couldn't even win the Devil dog at the time, so I had to be frightened and fled. What good is he worried about? Unless, he also cares about other things, such as Isengard Stanton hidden near by injuries? >
"He wrote to me very publicly, thinking that my wild Extraordinary would not dare to seek official help?"
Klein checked the house with his brain full of doubts and came all the way to second floor.
When he opened the bedroom door, another letter jumped into his eyes.
This letter lies quietly on the desk, it seems that it has been waiting for a long time.
Klein picked up the unpack and unfolded it gently, and saw a line of dark red blood outlined words:
"You are the next."
Next ... It ’s so arrogant ... Klein could n’t help but sigh.
At this moment, he suddenly felt something, raised his head and looked out the window.
On the opposite side are several second-story houses, each lit by lights.
The glow of the gas street lights shines on their outer walls, forming a light and dark interlaced area.
Suddenly, the shadows in those areas squirm and twist, forming a black shadow in a tuxedo.
The shadow lifted his right hand, out of the shape of a gun, and pointed at Klein.
Soon, it retracted its arm and blew the "muzzle".
Following it, it fell backward silently, reverting to countless unconnected shadows.