The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 172

"How long has the Member of Parliament been dead?" Klein asked straightforwardly as he packed his things.

If it was more than fifteen minutes, the information he could obtain would be greatly decreased. If it was more than an hour, there would be very little left to find.

If it was more than a month, contact with the spirits of the dead would most likely fail.

"Unfortunately, initial autopsy reports indicate that Mr. Maynard died between nine and eleven last night." Dunn shook her head and said, "You just need to provide help and not consider whether you can be useful."

"Good." Klein took his coat and walked out of the guard room with a hat and a cane in his hand. Dunn Smith took her place in the guard room of Chanis Gate.

Theoretically, as a Beyonder, as long as one's spirituality is enhanced, things like Spirit Vision, divination, and ritual magic can be learned. Especially for Beyonders from Sleepless Sequence who is famous for his high spirituality.

But in reality, the difference between the various sequences was very clear. Dunn Smith and Leonard Mitchell had studied Spirit Vision, but they could only see faint white or light blue in the auras of others. They cannot precisely distinguish the status of different body parts. Of course, they can certainly see spiritual things with the Vision of the Spirit, but it is not as effective as using their spiritual perception.

It also caused a problem where Beyonders in Sleepless, Midnight Poet, and Nightmare Sequences did not enjoy activating their Spirit Vision.

Similarly, if they wanted to, they could also learn spirit pendulums, dowsing, dream divination, and so on. But their success rate is not something to be concerned about.

It was the same situation as ritual magic as well.

As the two of them walked past each other, Dunn suddenly said, "i forgot to tell you that Inspector Tolle was responsible for the case. He's waiting for you at the reception hall at the security company. Remember to change your new uniform and get your new paperwork."

Klein was not surprised and replied with a smile, "New variety, new documents? The Tingen Police Department is really efficient."

He had just advanced to Sequence 8 the day before …

"That's because the case is so important, so.." Dunn stretched out her hand and took Klein's place earlier.

Klein walked upstairs, but he was in no hurry to go to the reception hall. He entered the Nighthawks dugout and entered the bathroom to urinate. There are only toilet bowls, water bottles, and buckets in the guard room.

Later, he changed into a police uniform revealing his promotion to two silver stars and wore his top hat with "two crossed swords and a crown."

After transferring his Flaring Sun Charm, Azik's copper whistle, his ritual potion, and other items, Klein tidied up his uniform, took his wand, and walked out of the dugout.

He passed the partition and saw Inspector Tolle sitting in the sofa area.

It's been a while since they last met. The tall police officer seemed to have grown fatter, and his stomach was even more prominent. With his moustache and bushy hair, he looked like a brown bear who had just escaped from the circus.

"I'm glad I could work with you again." When Tolle saw that it was the Nighthawk he was familiar with, he heaved a sigh of relief. He stood up and stretched out his bear leg.

No, the palm .. Klein corrected himself and shook the other person's hand as a polite gesture.

"me too."

Tolle glanced at Klein's two shimmering silver star shoulder straps and said enviously, "We're on the same rank now, and it hasn't even been a month."

At first, Klein wanted to answer in earnest that "The danger we face is ten times worse than yours," but he remembered his identity back then: Sequence 8 Clown.

Maybe I could try it. Using her spirituality, she saw the reflection of her facial expression. He lifted the corner of his lips and replied with a smile, "Maybe in a few more months, you should call me 'Sir.'"

"You're really funny." Tolle chuckled and pointed to the door. "Are we going out?"

"Good." Klein did not let go of his wand. Now that he had become a Clown, that stick was truly a decent weapon.

After exiting the Blackthorn Security Company, Klein and Tolle walked side by side, forming a huge contrast as both were thin and fat.

"I feel like we can even make the audience at the circus laugh" Klein suddenly joked.

Tolle nodded in agreement and said, "Yes, I feel our great contrast brings a comedic effect. Did you know that some circuses try to use a combination of fat and skinny clowns, tall and short in their shows?"

No, actually what I meant was a beast tamer and a brown bear. Klein, of course, would not make such rude comments. She followed him and replied, "It's a pity that no circus stays at Tingen."

"Right, but we have opera, theater, and music room" replied Inspector Tolle sadly.

They chatted leisurely until they boarded the police train. Then, Klein shifted the topic back to the case.

"Has it been confirmed that Mr Maynard was murdered?"

“We can't be sure yet, but his wife and two children don't want to believe the possibility of dying of sudden illness. Something was wrong at the scene. When Maynard was found, he was in a state of complete nudity" the guest room bed, Tolle said.

"He slept apart from his wife?" Klein leans against the wall of the train and mimics the main characters in various detective films.

Tolle shook his head and said, "No, his wife has not been to Tingen recently. He went to Backlund to attend a very important social party.You may not know, but he is the leader of the new party. She's the daughter of someone from the House of Commons. He was still on his way back to Tingen via a steam locomotive. He just used a telegram to express his opinion on the matter."

"Maynard is also a new party member. She had been a Member of the Tingen Parliament for over ten years. He intends to run for mayor in next year's election."

Tolle did not mind but sighed.

"Optopsies.you're very careful."

"As for your guess, I'll just say that there's a possibility. There was a meeting last night at Maynard's. There were too many guests, and for a while we were unable to find the main suspect. Plus, these guests have decent backgrounds, so we have to be very careful. We can't make mistakes."

"i understand." Klein nodded weakly and asked about the details of the scene.

Maynard House is a bungalow located in the Golden Indus region. Surrounded by parks and fields, there are horse stables, fountains, and wide walkways built of cement.

Klein wore his top hat with his police badge and followed behind Inspector Tolle. They passed through the police tape and entered the two-story house under the gaze of every policeman present.

In the living room, there were two male and four female trial inspectors who spoke with people individually to gather statements.

Klein looked around and saw many men in tuxedos and some women in glamorous dresses and checkered gauze hats.

"They are guests who spend the night here" Tolle explained and led Klein up the stairs to the second floor directly.

Along the way, when the police who were searching through the room saw the two, they showed a respectful expression without stopping them. Maybe it was the effect of the inspector's epigraph.

"This is the living room where Maynard's body was found." The muscular Tolle stopped near the dark red wooden door.

Klein thought and asked, "Which guest was assigned to this guest room?"

"none. There are too many guest rooms in the house, so it's not used." Tolle put on his white gloves and turned the old red wooden doorknob.

He made the police on guard go temporarily. Then, he nodded at Klein and said, "Inspector Moretti, I will leave the rest to you."

"May the Goddess bless us, and I hope we find something." Klein put on his white gloves as well and locked the door behind him.

He walked to the side of the bed and saw that the red sheets were very messy. The corpse lying on it was covered with a white cloth.

At this point, Klein could be considered quite experienced. He pulled the white cloth without fear and looked at Member of Parliament Maynard.

The man was in his forties. Her blonde hair was trimmed short, and her expression was a mixture between pain and happiness.

Klein took two steps back and took out the materials he needed. He quickly completed the arrangements for the mediumship ritual.

As a faint soothing scent swirled around him, he recited a prophetic statement he had thought of for a long time, "The cause of Maynard's death."

"Causes of Maynard's death."

…

As he said the statement, Klein retreated to the high back seat nearby and sat down slowly.

His eyes darkened, then he leaned back and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

In the illusory and opaque world, he suddenly saw the man from before.

With his blue eyes open, Maynard lay prostrate on top of a woman with an extraordinary body and white skin. He pushed hard on his body.

He first showed an expression of extreme satisfaction and happiness. Then, he suddenly clutched his chest with his right hand. His expression then grew wrinkled.

Pa!

As Maynard fell, the image was quickly shattered. Klein opened his eyes and woke up from his dream.

I can't believe I can actually watch porn that way... So, Maynard cheated on me and died of exhaustion? Klein chuckled and massaged his temple.

He took out a pen and paper before performing another ritual. He drew a portrait of the woman he saw in his dream with the help of a ritual. Of course, everything under his neck was removed.

It was a woman whose age was hard to figure out. She had the mature vibe of a woman in her thirties, but there was a residual innocence to her. His eyes were very clear, and he had a delicate look.

Klein looked at his work, then removed the ritual material, and removed the walls of spirituality.

He leaned sideways to grab his silver-eyed cane.

Suddenly, he heard a resounding voice from someone who was thumping. He's goosebumps right away!

Klein looked towards the bed and saw Maynard gripping the red sheets tightly so that the veins on the back of his hand protruded outwards.

With a swoosh, the DPR members who died between nine and eleven the night before suddenly sat down. Saliva dripped from the corner of his lips as he opened his empty eyes wide.