In the living room of No. 17 Minsk Street, Klein endured the faint pain that came from his temples from time to time and opened his eyes.
Hiss, even if the Eternal Blazing Sun was divined before, the burning that almost burned me to death was not reflected on my body in reality... Klein was spread out on the sofa helplessly, dizzy again and again.
As soon as he wanted to get up, he swayed back to the sofa.
I may already be a useless person...
The severe pain from the steel nails stirring up the brain tissue deep in his brain still tortured his fragile nerves that were deprived of sleep, but the gentle knock on the door from the foyer was like a reminder, adding another layer to his already difficult situation.
shovel dirt.
One thing to say, if I had a better attitude in admitting my mistake just now and stopped thinking about the secret behind Prince Edsac, "Secret" would be happy to help me steal this part of the pain instead of directly bombarding me.
Gray fog falls.
I probably injured my spirit body.
With his body paralyzed, Klein opened the door and found that the "real" Sheriff Fassin, whom he had just met yesterday, had a completely frozen expression on his face, his eyes were wandering, and he glanced at his house number several times, as if to confirm.
I didn't knock on the wrong door.
"Mr. Moriarty, you didn't rest yesterday, okay?"
With bloodshot eyes and skin as white as paper, the police chief even suspected that he had knocked on the wrong door.
He remembered that although this gentleman had facial paralysis yesterday, he was still a vigorous fighting expert who could fight two with one.
"I was studying a recent case yesterday and lost track of time."
Klein made a random excuse, looked into Sergeant Fassin's eyes without any guilt, and got out of the way.
"Is there anything wrong with yesterday's case that you came in so early?"
"You have also seen my mental state. Please forgive me if I can't answer any questions later."
Although he didn't know what the other party wanted to do when he suddenly came to the door, Klein decided to pin the label of abrupt visit on the police sergeant first.
Even if you don't think about it for a while, and you are really vague about some things, it is also a problem that the time of your visit is not appropriate!
"Sorry, I'm here for another case."
Sheriff Fassin frowned slightly and walked into the living room with Klein, who was walking a little arrogantly.
He habitually scanned the layout of the room, and when he glanced at the breakfast that had not yet been cleared away on the dining table, he visibly paused for a moment.
It seems really rude...
"Then please explain which case you are here for."
Klein, who was gradually entering the state of mind, asked Chief Fassin to sit on the sofa opposite him. He took a sip of the cold water he had taken when he had time, trying to awaken his thoughts that were paralyzed by pain.
"Okay, you should know that just in the early morning, that hateful Ripper murdered another lady, right?" Sheriff Fassin glanced at the newspapers scattered on the coffee table intentionally or unintentionally, "And his actions this time have obvious
The provocative meaning, after forensic judgment, it was less than five minutes between the time when the poor lady died and when she was discovered by the police patrol."
"There are many traces left at the scene indicating that this lunatic was provoking Silveras Field."
As soon as topics related to the case were mentioned, Sheriff Fassin's expression suddenly became serious.
Another Crazy Ripper?
There was still an unbearable headache in his temples, so Klein covered the twitching corners of his mouth by drinking water.
I almost had my head blown off just because of this incident!
But I just divined the issue related to the Crazy Ripper, and Chief Fassin came to see me because of this case. Moreover, we met for the first time yesterday. Why would a professional policeman find a detective whom he just met?
Considering that the police chief had been impersonated before, Klein did a divination without leaving any trace with the coins in his pocket, and then carefully turned on the "substitute" to roughly confirm that the person sitting opposite him was really
He is an ordinary person.
After doing all this, he put down the tea cup that he had been drinking for half a minute and sighed softly.
"So you want me to assist you in investigating this case?" Klein looked at Chief Fassin's expression and added, "I know this may sound narcissistic, but that seems to be what you just said."
"No, it's really a big help for you to think so." Sheriff Fassin was stunned for a moment, and then a sincere smile appeared on his face, "Actually, since the body of the poor lady was found last night, at Silveras Field,
Under the suggestion of the new consultant, Detective Essinger, we began to contact various capable detectives, but it was not very successful."
Even if he didn't say the rest, Klein probably guessed the real reason why it didn't succeed.
Isn’t it because most private detectives are regular visitors to the police station and are often locked in a cell because they cannot legally carry a gun? As a result, it has become an occupational disease for ordinary detectives to run away when they see the police for a long time.
However, I have actually become a powerful detective in the name of the police station. It seems that I have only interacted with the Backlund police officers on the case of Mr. Auceptin...
Seemingly sensing Klein's confusion, Chief Fassin took the initiative to explain:
"I researched the report you made when renting this house before visiting. As a master of criminal investigation with a quick thinking, I think you can promote the progress of the case in ways we didn't expect."
Although the rent of Minsk No. 17 was contracted by Prince Edsak, Klein's identity certificate was still used when handling the formalities, so the police station could easily check and record it.
It reminds me... Klein pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, his eyes stayed in the spacious space that was quite luxurious for living alone, and his thoughts sank.
The divination just now basically just said that Prince Edsac has a big problem, but the house I live in now was prepared by him...
Klein scanned every corner of the living room with a slight palpitation. After a struggle in his heart, he kicked the idea out of his mind.
No matter what, if there is really a problem with this house, the reaction of "Secret" may not be smaller than mine, and there is no need to pay rent for this house.
He took another sip of cold water and the coins in his pocket fell again.
"I think I'd be happy to lend my voice to the police department."
Judging from the touch, the coin in the pocket should be tails up.
There is no danger in accepting Sheriff Fassin's invitation.
"Very good, can we leave now?"
Sheriff Fassin breathed a sigh of relief, and the serious expression on his face looked much more relaxed.
He was adjusting his black and white checkered police uniform, and the breakfast that had not been cleared in time on the dining table squeezed into his sight.
"Ah, of course, you can pack up first. I'll wait for you in the carriage outside."
The police sergeant bowed apologetically, then put on his hat with a police badge on the front and left Klein's living room.
This attitude can be said to be much better than that of other police officers I have come into contact with in Tingen, as well as many in the 21st century... Because the spirit body was damaged, Ke still had a dull pain in his head.
Ryan shook his head, walked unsteadily to the dining table, and purely instinctively cleaned up the mess that he had left on the dining table.
........
"Chief Fassin..."
Klein, who was neatly dressed, held up his gold-encrusted cane and looked at the other man next to the carriage with the police logo, showing a suitably puzzled expression.
The gentleman with dark red eyes, neatly slicked-back blond hair, and a mixture of bookishness and composure also cast his gaze at Klein and nodded politely.
He wouldn't have woken up after I left the dreamland yesterday, right?
Dunn looked at the obvious haggardness on Klein's face and suddenly felt guilty.
This looks like what you would do after having a nightmare in the middle of the night and not being able to sleep again.
"Detective Moriarty, this is Detective Evans. He also lives on this street. You should know him, right?"
Sheriff Fassin kept looking back and forth between the two men, as if he wanted to see something from their reactions.
"Of course, we met each other before at an afternoon tea party invited by our common neighbor, Mrs. Summer."
Dunn was the first to react and winked at Klein.
"Yes, Detective Evans and I have met several times before."
Although he didn't quite know what the other party wanted to do, his intuition told Klein that following Louis Evans was the right choice at this time.
"I didn't expect that there would be two capable detectives living on this street."
Sheriff Fassin didn't know whether it was considered a compliment or not, so he let the two detectives get in the car first, leaving himself as the last one.
He knocked on the barrier between him and the driver.
"Go directly to Detective Essinger's house."
After saying that, he turned his head and explained to the two detectives:
"Although the Kingdom has always advocated reform, the police department has also begun to absorb professional criminal investigation talents."
He paused for a moment, and then a smile appeared on his face.
"But you know, in a sense, we are a cross between the civil service and the military. Although we dislike both sides, we have learned from their shortcomings."
"There are still many people in the bureau who are disgusted with you civilians."
He said it more tactfully, but still roughly explained the situation.
That’s why you didn’t go directly to the police station, but to the home of the most prestigious Detective Essinger?
Klein smiled and nodded slightly, indicating that he understood Chief Fassin's difficulties. Looking at Louis Evans, who also had a calm face and was not shocked by the news, he couldn't help but curse.
It is estimated that other middle and high-level officials in the police department would agree to use the detectives' power, in order to divert the pressure of public opinion from Silveras Field...
He turned the coin in his pocket and stroked the lines on the coin's surface with his fingers, his smile deepening.
The divination result was positive... as expected.
............
"The cutting-edge dentist died unexpectedly. How long will the crazy Ripper continue to be arrogant?"
"Please continue to pay attention to the continuous reporting of the "Daily Observer" special correspondent Bill Harman to learn more about the latest developments in Silveras Field on the Crazy Ripper case!"
On the soft easy chair, Forsi read in an exaggerated tone today's newspaper report on another crime committed by the Crazy Ripper. He shook his hand towards his friend who was folding clothes on the sofa. The thin paper of the newspaper hit the air.
Bursts of sound.
"Hugh, I suddenly felt that I made the right choice by quitting my job as a dentist. Look at this, fortunately I hardly have to go out for my current job. Otherwise, like before, I might go to the homes of patients with toothaches in the middle of the night to provide door-to-door service.
Such a terrible thing happened."
The slightly damp clothes were neatly arranged, and Xio, with messy blond hair on his head, raised his head and glanced at his friend coldly.
"Indeed, if you continue to stay at home, without the need of a ripper, you will die here yourself!"
It has been four days since Forsi last went out.
"Can't you go out? You just handed in your manuscript recently, so you don't have to shut yourself up at home every day to think about the plot, right?"
This is the first time that Xiu has said this in the past four days.
Of course she knew that her friends would not naively think that the dentist was killed by some kind of Ripper. They had all participated in the Tarot Club, and they all knew clearly that the real murderer was a powerful "demon"
If a Sequence Six who is good at fighting wants to kill someone, there is no use even hiding himself at home... Xio lightly covered his face.
I have been infected by Forsi, and I always think about these useless things.
"I originally wanted to go out yesterday..." Seeing the helplessness on his friend's face, Forsi also put away his deliberate lamentation and stopped pretending to be confused, "But when I thought about the lack of extraordinary gatherings recently, my
The savings are not enough for me to buy the potion materials corresponding to the 'Master of Magic', so I can only try my best to come up with the outline of the next book, hoping to finish the first part as soon as possible and then exchange part of the royalties."
To be honest, if she wasn't afraid of Xio's anger, she would have planned to accept the serialization of novels in some magazines, or agree to the invitation of the Intis newspaper.
Because I describe emotions delicately, I hope I can publish palace novels and the like in their newspapers... Forsi stared blankly at the large number of color patches projected by the sunlight through the gauze curtains in the sky, and blinked.
Blink.
If I still can't save a copy of the main material before the next Tarot session, I won't be able to give it a try.
"what's on your mind?"
The "arbiter's" intuition was raised, and Xio suddenly felt that there was something strange about his giggling cohabiting friend.
"Nothing." Forsi quickly shook his head and suppressed all his thoughts.
The last piece of clothing was also folded. Xio walked up to Forsi holding about seven or eight pieces of clothing. She loosened her hands and a pile of clothes fell directly in front of her.
"Remember to hang it up later."
As she said this, she was about to leave, but when she reached the door, Xio seemed to remember something, so she turned around and said to Forsi, who was shrinking her body to avoid wet clothes:
"I have a job here, do you want to come? It's not very dangerous."
Not very dangerous?
Forsi knew that Xio had always been conservative in this regard, so he said lazily:
"what type is it?"
Seeing that her friend was still interested, Xio breathed a sigh of relief, and then continued:
"Posted by a jeweler at the Bounty Hunter Bar early this morning."
"His son seems to have made some not-so-good friends and may have some dirt on him. I would like to ask some professionals to help him solve this problem."
Xio raised his eyebrows and drew the shape of a tombstone in the air with his fingers.
Going to a cemetery and getting infected with undead residue?
Forsi sat up suddenly.
Since the founding of Loen, all cemeteries in the country have been patrolled by official Beyonders, and most people will be prayed by priests before being buried. Undead are almost never born in regular cemeteries, and at most there are some who are not even a threat.
of residue.
"Sounds like a good business." She smiled and jumped out of the easy chair, smoothing the folds of her skirt.
"Anyway, that gentleman is very rich, and even after searching for several detectives, no results were achieved. Would you like to help me? You know, my grasp of rituals has always been rough."
The corners of Xiu's mouth were almost touching, and his eyes were wandering.
The smile on his lips slowly rose, Forsi took his long brown hair behind his waist and patted his chest gently.