Lord of the Mysteries

Vol 2 Chapter 199: letter

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After thinking about the possibility of the demon dog owner, Klein immediately changed his strategy and described himself in a very detailed way with Essinger Stanton's murder.

In addition, he also voluntarily mentioned that Essinger Stanton organized a group of detectives to investigate serial killings and successfully obtained some rewards.

"In that commission, I just gave some thoughts. Well, in the terminology of the private detective industry, I provided advice, but I still think that Mr. Stanton contributed the most, so I got the most. Bounty," Klein concluded.

The two police officers responsible for the trial brushed up the situation and asked if anyone could prove the above. Klein gave the names and addresses of private detectives such as Stuart and Caslana.

"Very good, Mr. Moriarty, your answer is detailed enough." A police officer stopped the pen and asked, "How long have you been at Essinger Stanton's home today? I mean from entering It was discovered by us."

Klein did not think about it. He did not consult with Mr. Jurgen’s lawyer and replied directly:

"Two to three minutes."

He is talking about a real personal feeling.

Another police officer raised his eyebrows:

“A lot of residents in the vicinity can confirm that you entered Essinger Stanton’s home at about 2 pm, and we arrived at the scene at 2:28 pm, that is, you stayed in the house for ten. Eight minutes or so, not two to three minutes!

"What are you doing for such a long time? Why don't you leave without an alarm?"

After 18 minutes? Klein Horan frowned.

He felt that he and the silent gaze of the stalemate lasted for a minute, how did it go for 18 minutes?

Is that the strange feeling of being pegged that confuses my grasp of time, or is there another reason? Is this the extraordinary ability of the other party? If it is really the owner of the devil dog, he has at least a sequence of 6, a high probability sequence 5... When Klein wonders and contemplates, Jurgen leans forward and prepares to accuse the police of allegedly induced.

This is not a very good reason. He just wants to interrupt the trial rhythm in this way and delay the obviously unfavorable problem.

At this moment, Klein raised his hand and licked the forehead:

"All that I said just now is true. In my personal sense, I entered the house of Essinger Stanton's detective for only two to three minutes."

Having said that, he emphasized:

"Well, in my personal feelings."

The two police officers looked at each other and recorded this.

After a brief silence, the police officer who just asked:

"In those 18 minutes, a servant who came out came knocking the doorbell, and no one answered, so he glanced inside through the belly window and saw the dead body and the person standing at the door of the living room.

"He was very scared and went to the police station to report the case insane. Many passers-by and some residents can confirm this."

Klein ignored the eyes of Mr. Ergen’s lawyer and shook his head:

"I didn't hear the doorbell ringing."

The two police officers once again looked at each other without making any comment, just a simple record.

They also raised some questions about other details. Klein, who had not done anything without guilty, answered truthfully.

At the end, he couldn't help but care about it:

"Have you found Detective Essinger Stanton? I don't see any bodies in the living room, he should still be alive..."

A police officer slammed the table with a pen:

"This is also a very doubtful point. The whole house has only traces of fighting in the living room, and the windows are closed. It has not been opened for many days. You know, this is normal in the autumn and winter of Beckland.

"The attacker and Mr. Essinger Stanton left the room strangely. I don't know where I went. We didn't find any clues in other parts of the house and around, even the blood was not found."

Not waiting for Klein to speak, he asked himself:

"You definitely want to say the living room door and the house door, but many people have confirmed that there has been no chasing in the vicinity, no one is holding the hostage or leaving with the body."

Maybe the time when things actually happened was in the middle of the night? Maybe they will wear the wall? Klein quietly offered other possibilities in his heart and silently prayed:

May the goddess protect the Essinger Stanton detective from escaping.

- The goddess of the night is the queen of embarrassment and fear.

After the trial, Klein was copied to a small room, and the police department sent someone to follow Jurgen’s lawyer to pick up the letters at 15 Minsk Street.

Always tossing into the evening, Klein was finally allowed to bail, amounting to 50 pounds.

"This is much more expensive than the last time. It is very difficult for a typical private detective to take out so much cash in a short period of time." Out of the gate of the Chisak police station, Klein gathered together to make the collar of the coat, for Mr. Ergen Complaining a sentence.

Jurgen is still a professional expression:

"The last time was good for you, and many doubts point to you this time."

He greeted the rental carriage and stopped, looking at Klein seriously:

"Sherlock, I am your lawyer. Before you answer the police question, it is best to have some communication with me, even if it is just a look.

"Don't feel free to think that you can do it without any problems. It's easy for ordinary people who are not trained to leave a handle on their words."

This... I am used to making stories myself and solving problems myself... Klein recalled just now, and laughed twice:

"Okay, I will pay attention."

Jürgen did not say more, boarded the carriage.

Klein sat across from him and thought about the attack on Essinger Stanton's detective.

Thinking about it, he suddenly heard the snoring of his stomach.

It’s been half an hour after normal dinner... Klein took out the gold-shelled pocket watch and glanced at it.

He didn't plan to waste his energy preparing food and began to think about which restaurant to look forward to.

At this time, Jurgen raised his eyelids:

"I have asked my grandma to prepare a three-person dinner."

"How nice is this?" Klein snorted and smiled. "Mrs. Doris's craftsmanship is always desirable."

............

When the two returned to Minsk Street in Jowood, the sky was already dark, and the light of the gas streetlight was even brighter than the red moon in the air.

At the lawyer's house, Mr. Gengen had a dinner. After smashing the cat, Klein stepped back into the house on the 15th in the cold and humid air.

He habitually turned over the letter box and took out a "Beckland Evening News" that had just been sent.

Klein took the newspaper, opened the door and entered the house. He just put a cane and suddenly felt a little wrong.

His divination spiritual instinct tells him that strangers have entered their homes!

Is the police who used to collect evidence? Klein was wary and suddenly found a letter on the coffee table.

There should be only newspapers there!

Klein always guarded the attacking place into the living room, and closed the coffee table. During the whole process, the surrounding area was quiet and silent, without any abnormality.

Looking down at the letter, Klein first put out the black gloves and then picked it up and removed it.

Inside the envelope is a thin piece of stationery. Immediately after the explosion, there is a dark red color that reflects Klein's eyes, and a faint **** smell lingers on his nose.

Above the letter, the solidified blood is written in a line:

"You all have to die!"

This... is it really the owner of the devil dog? Is he retaliating against the people involved in his death? It’s really bullying and hard, how can you not directly find the strong night actor who is responsible for clearing the action? Klein was in a tight heart and flashed a lot of thoughts.

However, he quickly denied his complaint. Revenge is the most normal choice from the person who can deal with it. Just like he came to Beckland for a few months, he never thought about finding Inz. Zangweier, but he was chasing Lalhous.

After looking around again, Klein gradually felt that this thing was a bit confusing:

"Revenge in such a public manner, not afraid to be guarded by the official strong? This is his potion playing requirements?

"Or, because Essinger Stanton's detective escaped, he knew that he could not cover the target one by one, only to change the way, but this method does not make sense.

"And, at the time of the Stanton detective, he clearly locked me, always watching me, why not? Do he still care about me like an ordinary private detective?

"No, this is absolutely impossible... Does he know that I am an extraordinary person? It is possible that I have met the devil's dog directly because of the lost side effect of the master key. It has seen my appearance and body shape, although I did it at the time. Certain camouflage, but I don’t know if the 'demon' can see through this...

"Maybe, after that thing, it can be presented to its owner in some way...

"But, I didn't even win the devil's dog at the time. I could only escape. Why is he so worried? Unless he still cares about other things, such as Essinger Stanton who is hidden in the vicinity because of the injury?

"He wrote to me very arrogantly, is that I am afraid that I am not afraid to seek official help?"

Klein checked the house with his full questions and went all the way to the second floor.

When he opened the bedroom door, another letter jumped into his eyes.

The letter lay quietly on the desk and seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

Klein picked up the unpacking, gently unfolded, and saw a line of dark red blood-stained words:

"You are the next one."

The next one... really arrogant... Kline couldn’t help but sigh a few words.

Just then, he suddenly felt a little, lifted his head and looked out the window.

Opposite are several two-story houses, each with lights on.

The glow of the gas streetlights shines on their outer walls, forming an area of ​​light and dark.

Suddenly, the shadows in those areas twitched and twisted, forming a black shadow in a tuxedo.

The shadow raised his right hand, and he pointed it at Klein.

Immediately, it retracted the arm and blew the "gun".

Followed by it, it silently turned backwards and reverted into countless unconnected shadows.

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