The visitor was a man in a dark green postman uniform, and he smiled at Klein in a flattering way:

"Is it Mr. Sherlock Moriarty?"

"Yes." Klein vaguely guessed the other party's purpose.

The visitor immediately raised his right hand and handed a slap-sized thing wrapped in layers of black gauze:

"Please sign for your package."

Klein deliberately expressed his doubts:

"Nor shouldn't I give me a list and ask me to go to the corresponding post office to collect it myself?"

The postal system of the Kingdom of Roon was perfectly copied in Intis, and even the shortcomings were copied. Any email that could not be directly stuffed into the mailbox, no matter what it was, would only give a "collect order" to keep the recipient busy themselves.

"...Haha, because it is more expensive, it must be delivered to you in person." The postman said in a daze.

It seems that you are not professional enough, not a real postman... Klein didn't ask any more questions, took the package, pen and order, and signed for it.

When he closed the door and returned to the living room, he did not rush to unpack the package, but took out a gold coin and bounced it into the air like a juggling.

Bang!

Klein caught the gold coin and looked down at whether it was a portrait or a number.

The number is facing upward, indicating no denial, there is no hidden danger... Klein nodded slightly, put away the gold coins, touched the paper man in his pocket of clothes, and carefully dismantled the package.

After layers of black gauze were opened, the things inside were clearly presented in his sight, including pocket watches with light gold color and elegant patterns, handkerchiefs dyed with dark red blood, seven or eight short brown curly hair tied together and a stack of sticky notes.

Talim's personal belongings, hair, flesh and blood, and daily records were all... Prince Edsack was very efficient in doing things, and it was not until night... Klein looked at the things spread out on the coffee table, and suddenly felt that there were many eyes staring at him at this moment.

An ancient angel family that has been passed down for more than two thousand years has a background that is absolutely beyond imagination. When involved in the royal family, it is possible to be crushed into powder anytime and anywhere... Maybe I have been monitored now... I must behave mediocre enough and useless enough to ensure my own safety... Klein has long thought about what to do, and checked his pocket watch, handkerchief and hair in a hurry.

During this process, his spiritual intuition did not give any warnings and did not stop him from divining.

After getting a little clear in his heart, Klein pulled out the letter paper in the living room, picked up the pen, and wrote the divination sentence:

"The real cause of death of Talim Dumont."

He acted generous and open-minded, and did not seem to feel that he was being monitored at this time.

Picking up the curly hair and handkerchief, Klein silently recited the divination sentences, pressed back against the backrest of the sofa, and his eyes turned deep into meditation.

Seven times later, he came to the dream world and saw the familiar Kragg Club Hall.

Immediately, he witnessed Talim Dumont holding his heart tightly and falling down with a distorted expression.

"This revelation shows that Talim did die of a sudden heart disease..." Klein opened his eyes and whispered to himself.

He frowned, showing a look of confusion, confusion and thinking.

He tried several times with different divination sentences and got the same result.

He got up and paced, and went back and forth several times.

He clenched his fist and hit his head, as if he was angry that he was not good enough and could not help his friends find out the real murderer.

In the end, he sat down dejectedly and remained motionless for a long time, and in the dim room it looked like a silhouette of a stone statue.

It's almost done, don't use too much force... If no one monitors me, I was fighting wits and courage with the air just now... Klein laughed at himself and shook his head, got up and walked towards the kitchen.

After dinner, he seemed to be excited again and carefully read the content recorded on the sticky notes, including what Talim had done on the day of his death and the days before, and who he had met.

The home, Red Rose Manor, Crager Club, Viscount Connard's mansion... There is no abnormality... Klein picked up the sharpened pencil, drew multiple circles, marking out the places to visit and the targets to be asked for in the next few days.

After doing all this, he sighed deeply, packed up his belongings and washed and went to bed without any confidence.

In the middle of the night when the red moon was covered by clouds, Klein suddenly opened his eyes and woke up.

He turned over and got out of bed, slowly opened the door, entered the bathroom next door, and hid his body with a paper man's substitute.

After walking four steps backwards, he came to the gray fog and sat to the position of "fool".

His eyes have become clear and there are no more decadent, depressed, pessimistic and other emotions.

Immediately afterwards, Klein took out a projection of a blood-stained handkerchief from the pajamas that he converted to old clothes.

When he was packing his belongings, he used the extraordinary ability of the "magician" to pull out the handkerchief in secret and hide it on his body!

Taking a breath, Klein showed paper and pen and wrote a divination sentence that was indistinguishable from the beginning:

"The real cause of death of Talim Dumont."

After silently reciting his body and mind for seven times, he took the paper and handkerchief, leaned back on the back of the chair, and fell asleep in the quiet and empty ancient palace.

In the gray, fragmented and illusory world, Klein saw a completely different picture than before.

What appeared in his eyes was a hand-carved puppet with eyes, nose and mouth.

There were a few drops of dark red blood on the puppet, which dyed it a little weird.

One palm stretched over, the skin was fair and delicate, smooth and orderly, the five fingers were slender and beautiful, and the bones and flesh were even.

What is most noticeable is that the little finger of this palm is wearing a sapphire-shaped ring with a unique shape.

Bang!

The index finger of the palm lingered in the illusory black flames and pointed at the heart of the puppet.

Silently, the picture shattered and Klein woke up from his dream.

His initial judgment was correct, and Talim did die from a curse!

But the problem is that when everyone got the picture of the curse, why didn't the panoramic view be displayed? This mysterious space above the gray fog can eliminate interference... Klein was a little confused for a moment.

Normally, the revelation obtained is too abstract and too easy to misread. It is a problem that his own divination level is limited, and it is a problem that the things that want to divine are too difficult. It has nothing to do with the gray fog, which is understandable. However, just now, the scene before and after the curse was clearly presented, but it is limited to a very small part and does not provide relatively more effective revelation, which is quite puzzling.

In the past... were there any similar situations? Klein explored the reasons from his own experience.

Suddenly, he sat upright and remembered similar experiences.

In Tingen, when he divined the real reason behind several coincidences, a similar situation occurred!

He clearly saw the house with a red chimney, but could not touch the Ince Zangwell and the seal "0-08" inside the house!

This, is this something with a level of "0" seal or a person's power to fight against the gray fog? Klein narrowed his eyes suddenly.

No, not necessarily, there are still many possibilities, so I have to confirm it again! He tried hard to calm down.

As for how to confirm it, it is not difficult for him, who has rich experience, the method is very simple, that is, to do the same divination again.

If the revelation picture obtained has not changed, it means that things are not that scary. If divination is no longer successful, it means that the target or something around the target can fight against the fog to some extent, just like "0-08"!

Taking a deep breath, Klein's expression calmly repeated the previous divination.

"The real cause of death of Talim Dumont."

...

He leaned against the back of the chair and recited in a low voice, his eyes gradually deepening.

In the dream, what he saw was a hazy, broken grey mist, and there were no more puppets and fingers.

brush!

Klein straightened his back and looked extremely solemn.

What exactly was Talim involved? He frowned and said to himself.

He had no doubt about what to do next, that was to be passive and slacking off and perfunctorily, fool Prince Edsack for a while, and then tell him that he really couldn't find out the truth.

Huh, this world is so terrible. If you are not careful, you will come into contact with something extremely terrifying... Klein sighed inwardly, not daring to stay any longer, and quickly returned to the bathroom in reality.

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Tuesday at 9 a.m., Crown Cemetery.

Crane was wearing a black shirt, a black vest and a black tweed coat, holding the flowers that Suer bought for 12, standing on the edge of the crowd, looking at Talim Dumont's coffin with a calm expression, receiving requiem, and buried little by little in the soil.

During this process, Talim's mother's eyes were red and swollen. She wanted to speak several times, but she couldn't cry. His father's hair was gray and his expression was haggard. Just standing, he felt a little trembling.

The scene came into my eyes, and Klein raised his head slightly and closed his eyes.

After the people attending the funeral left one after another, he walked over, bent down, and placed the plain white flowers in his hand above his kind.

Sorry... He said silently in his heart.

Standing straight and retreating aside, Klein found reporter Mike and surgeon Allen approaching.

"It's really a pity. I didn't expect Talim to, hey..." Mike's expression was so painful that he couldn't finish speaking.

Allen, who had always been cold and cold, took off his glasses, wiped the corners of his eyes, and sighed in a low voice:

"He is a passionate guy and shouldn't have ended like this."

"Yes, he had hope of getting rid of the bad reputation left by his grandfather." Klein echoed.

At this moment, he saw a female figure wearing a thick black dress and veil covering her face walking towards Talim's grave, holding a bouquet of white flowers in her hand.

Klein looked away without caring, leaving only light on the other side.

The woman bent down to lay flowers, revealing her left palm wearing black gauze gloves.

A blue gem appeared faintly on the little finger of her left palm.

Klein's scalp suddenly became numb.

He was numb.
Chapter completed!