The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 174

"What?" Tolle who was like a bear jumped in shock and looked at Klein before looking into the room. With agility that did not match his body, he dashed in.

He retracted the white cloth covering the corpse and after carefully examining the body, he heaved a sigh of relief.

"It's better than I imagined. It's not a serious matter."

Maybe I should have pulled my gun and shot Maynard five times with a demon hunter's bullet. Let's see if it's serious or not. Klein railed inside and pointed out the door.

"That's all you need from me, right?"

"No!" scream Tole. "Wait a minute."

Klein asked, puzzled, "Why?"

Tolle explained seriously, "We must prevent accidents from happening. After we talk to Madam Sharon and get her testimony, I'll send you back to Zouteland Street."

If Maynard could rise again after dying for ten hours, what else could not happen? What will I do if you leave? Tolle added in his head.

"Good." Klein massaged his temple and said, "Find a quiet room for me to rest."

He did not feel his best in every aspect because he had just advanced a day ago. Having just performed a few ritual ceremonies, used two talismans, and experienced a non-trivial fear, he needed to enter Cogitation to eliminate any problems.

Klein was now very careful to lose control.

Tolle covered the corpse with a white cloth again. He obviously relaxed and replied, "No problem."

He led Klein into the living room closer to the side of the sunlit house. He pointed and said, "Inspector Moretti, don't worry. No one will bother you. I'll visit Madam Sharon first."

Klein slightly nodded and watched her walk away. Then, he closed the door and pulled the curtain.

In the dim and silent bedroom, he slowly walked to the rocking chair and sat down comfortably. He let his body sway back and forth rhythmically.

There were many round phantasmal lights overlapping in his mind. The buzzing sound in Klein's ears and the throbbing pain in his head slowly disappeared, bit by bit.

When the situation stabilized, he opened his eyes and looked into the darkness. He outlines the bed, the closet, and other furniture. Then, he calmly thought about his previous effort.

Not much feedback from some exaggerated jokes…

Maybe I haven't been able to control the power of the Clown potion, because there's still residual negative effects.Of course, I can't eliminate the possibility that such "acting" has such a small effect.

Personally, I'm not quite willing to play the role of a clown. But since I chose the Sequence path, I can only bite the bullet and continue …

In fact, everyone should act like a clown at one point or another in their lives.

I need to quickly understand the core elements of the Clown…

As various thoughts churned in his mind, Klein suddenly took out half a brass pence.

Mostly out of habit, he predicted that Maynard's death was due to supernatural influences.

Perhaps this was the danger of work.Klein shook his head and laughed. His eyes darkened as he uttered repeatedly, "John Maynard's death was due to supernatural influences."

…

ding!

He flipped the coin as he leaned over to the rocking chair. He saw his brass luster twinkling as it spun in the air.

Sir! The coin fell right into the open palm of Klein's hand, revealing the number 1⁄2 face up.

A negative answer. In other words, no supernatural influence was involved in the death of John Maynard. I think the man died from the pleasure of orgasm. The deceased should not be laughed at, so I will not use bland Chinese expressions to mock him. Klein put down his coin and let his mind wander before he almost fell asleep.

Knock it! Knock it! Knock it!

Under a slow, rhythmic knock, Klein tidied up his clothes, put on a police cap, and walked to the door.

Just as his right palm touched the knob, a scene appeared in his mind.

Inspector Tolle, who was like a bear, was standing outside the door and pulling his collar. His expression seemed disturbed and helpless.

Klein turned the knob and opened the door casually.

Inspector Tolle appears before him as he pulls his collar.

"Sorry to keep you waiting.

"We've found Mrs Sharon and got her statement.You can go back to Zouteland Road.

"I'm really sorry for taking up your precious time."

Klein did not ask the reason for his current emotions but he smiled and said, "Miss Sharon admitted that she was with Maynard last night?"

"Yes. He said that under the influence of alcohol, he and Maynard were unable to control themselves. When she learned that she died of a heart attack, she was so scared that she ran away from the room after she tidied herself up. He then hid in his own living room. We don't have enough reasons to bring charges against him now, so we have to let him go while limiting some of his freedoms. We had to wait for the autopsy, "Inspector Tolle explained in detail.

Klein leaned his head to the side and smiled.

Tolle shook his head and forced a bitter smile. "Oh yeah, I don't need to explain it to you. I'm just frustrated by Mrs Maynard, and I started babbling without noticing it."

"Maynard's wife is back?" Klein asked in response.

"Yes, unfortunately. There was something abnormal about that steam locomotive. It's not too late." Tolle gave an affirmative answer in a joking manner.

Klein did not ask further but checked if he had all his personal belongings, before following Inspector Tolle down the stairs.

"Why didn't you catch him?

"He's a murderer! I want to sue him, and I want to sue all of you for negligence of duty!

"I'll hire the best lawyer to sue you!"

…

A rude comment entered Klein's ears, and he looked down involuntarily. He saw a voluptuous and fair middle-aged woman looking at him furiously. Despite having two young men holding his hands, he kept shouting at them.

A very trendy regal dress in Backlund this year.After reading the magazine often, Ladies Aesthetic, the first thought on Klein's mind was something that had nothing to do with the situation. He then saw some men protecting a woman behind them.

The woman was wearing a long black dress with smooth skin, brown hair like a waterfall, and brown eyes. He looked pitiful like a deer in the forest. It made people want to protect him unconsciously.

Mrs Sharon. Klein suddenly remembered the "porn" she was starring in. He quickly raised his right hand, covered his mouth, and coughed twice.

Due to habit, he tapped his left molar twice and observed the people present with Spirit Vision.

There's some kind of problem with Ms.'s body. Maynards. The aura color is thinner. From the color of his emotions, he must have felt anger and hatred, which was consistent with his outer appearance…

Huh huh? The color of Madam Sharon's emotions is shaded with blue, which represents rational thought and calmness. As expected, a socialite is not an innocent rabbit.

After checking it out, Klein was about to retract his gaze when he suddenly saw Madame Sharon raising her head and glancing at him. Then, he lowered his head again and put on a trembling look of trepidation.

If I can't see the color of your emotions directly, I might be fooled by your actions. He did not stay any longer and left Maynard's house with Inspector Tolle. They boarded a train arranged by the police station and returned to Zouteland Road.

After taking over the shift from Captain, he continued to serve at Chanis Gate. He took the opportunity to write a claim application.

After a good night, Klein went back upstairs and received the breakfast he had asked Rozanne to buy for him.

"I love this cake!" he praised.

He had given her money for breakfast before.

"really? I can try it tomorrow!" Rozanne answered happily.

The corner of Klein's lips twitched as he focused on his fight with milk and cake.

Eight o'clock past twenty-five minutes, he yawned and resisted the urge to fall asleep, he arrived at the nearest Shooting Club.

He had made an appointment with the asylum doctor, Daxter Guderian, a few days ago.

…

Bang out! Bang out! Bang out!

Within a small firing range, Klein and Daxter aimed at their own targets and completed their bullet cylinders.

The clink! Mendeering! Daxter flipped over and released the empty shell and observed Klein with interest.

"You're much more confident than before."

Of course, I advanced to Sequence 8. I now have actual fighting abilities. Klein reflected his own facial expressions and body movements in his head and deliberately acted arrogantly.

"Because I only used about a month to master the power of my potion completely."

Daxter pouted slightly and said, "Although it's something to be proud of, there's no need to say it every time."

Hey, as an Audience, you don't see through my performance.. From the looks of it, a Clown has the power to suppress the Audience's abilities. Klein smiled at his discovery and asked, "How's Hood Eugen doing recently?"

"… He's completely insane." Daxter stopped and continued, "I investigated it with various methods. He's really gone crazy. I'm considering whether to start treating it, to see if I can treat it."

As a Sequence 7 Psychiatrist, he actually pretended to be a mental disorder patient. That's the wrong way to use "acting methods." No wonder he went crazy .. Klein thought and said, "Before he went crazy, did you know who contacted him?"

"In addition to doctors, patients, nurses, and odd jobs in mental hospitals, no outsiders have been in contact with him" Daxter said.

Klein briefly admitted to that when he said, "What if it's early? Has anyone visited her, or has she left the mental institution regularly for a period of time?"

In order to fulfill his initial promise, Klein had never asked anything about Hood Eugen in his first few meetings.

Daxter thought hard. It took a while before he said, "In addition to the members of the Psychological Alchemist, no more than five people visited him. One of them came three times. His name is El."

Without asking Klein, he continued, "But I heard from Hood Eugen that El is a pseudonym.

"The real name is Lanevus."