"No, no, you have to be polite. Congressman Maynard was a decent gentleman during his lifetime..." Klein leaned over and chuckled a few times. He restrained the corners of his mouth from rising up and straightened up.
He looked towards the dark red bed where Councilor Maynard was lying, preparing to take a closer look at Councilor Maynard to see if there was anything else wrong with him.
Suddenly, he heard a spooky sound, like the roar of an old bellows, which made him go into knots and sweat on his back.
The moment he looked at the bed, Councilor Maynard, who was already stiff with corpse spots on his body, suddenly straightened up, holding on to the dark red sheets with both hands, and the blood vessel roots on the back of his hands had lost their blood activity. His roots were bulging, and his eyes were wide open, staring at Klein's waist below.
"Depend on!"
It was rare for Klein to speak Chinese in reality. His thinking was slightly stagnant in the shock. Using only instinctive movements, he twisted sideways and grabbed the silver-inlaid black cane that had been placed on the left side of his legs.
Councilor Maynard's hollow, bloodshot eyes turned and caught a glimpse of Klein's twisting movement. His stiff arms covered with black and blue marks struggled to support him, driving his heavy body and a gust of stuffy wind, and he jumped upright. Towards the inside of Klein’s left leg!
What's going on!
Because I died disgracefully, you don’t want to die beautifully either? As soon as his fingertips touched the silver-inlaid black staff, Klein suddenly squatted down. With the bonus brought by the "Joker" potion to his body, he could It was clear that Senator Maynard was "slowly" flying over his head and was about to hit the back of the high-backed chair.
He took advantage of this opportunity to slightly adjust the position of his legs, which were slightly restricted by the full squatting movement. After shaking a little, he quickly stabilized his center of gravity. The originally relaxed muscles of his right hand tightened, and with a vigorous wave, he drove the hard black cane to lift Mei. Senator Nader whipped out hard.
Boom!
Congressman Maynard's naked body fell heavily against the dark red wooden door of the guest room, and landed on the second floor of the uncarpeted, only pure wooden floor.
He was slightly obese, and his body, which had deteriorated due to aging, twitched a few times and began to struggle to stand up again.
Inspector Toller, who was guarding the door, heard the loud noise coming from inside the house. He turned the brass door lock in a panic, only to find that the door lock seemed to have been damaged from the inside by an unknown impact and could not be opened for a while.
Klein looked at Councilor Maynard who was about to struggle to get up, and subconsciously put his hand under his armpit, preparing to pull out the revolver from his gun bag and use demon-hunting bullets to save him.
Councilor Maynard, who had just struggled to get up, seemed to have sensed the malice coming from the young man wearing an inspector's uniform across from him. He was running toward Klein with saliva dripping from his mouth and waving his stiff and blue limbs.
Klein had no time to take out the revolver tucked into the gun bag under his arm. He could only wave his cane with his right hand and put his left hand into his thigh trouser pocket, ready to release the "sleeping charm" hidden in it at any time.
The hard cane was suddenly raised from below, creating a blurry black shadow, which landed heavily on Councilor Maynard's chin, forcing him to fly out again.
At this moment, Klein's hand in his left trouser pocket suddenly felt a cold and soft touch.
Mr. Azik's copper whistle? Klein's body, which was planning to take further action, suddenly stopped.
Senator Maynard seemed to have been rushing towards my left leg just now. He was not aiming at the part below my waist, but at the brass whistle in my trouser pocket?
As his thoughts flickered, Klein looked at Councilor Maynard, who was showing signs of struggling again. An idea suddenly flashed through his mind. He took out Mr. Azik's copper whistle with his left hand and threw it out with all his strength.
The brass-colored whistle bounced a few times on the darker ground, then rolled to the front of Mr. Maynard, only an arm's length away from him.
Councilor Maynard, who was squirming and struggling on the ground, suddenly stopped moving, slowly raised his head, stretched out his slightly twisted arms, and crawled towards the copper whistle that reflected the soft light.
He opened his mouth, which was full of saliva, as if he was about to swallow the copper whistle that was very attractive to him.
At this time, a silver-white talisman bounced off and landed in front of him, reflecting into his empty, cloudy eyeballs.
"Aha?"
This seemed to be beyond his brain's ability to understand. Councilor Maynard tilted his head slightly, and the saliva in his mouth flowed out slightly, dripping to the floor. In his eyeballs, a burst of crimson light suddenly burst out, taking him with him.
The consciousness of "resurrection from death" returned to the divine kingdom of the goddess.
Klein cautiously stared at the body of Senator Maynard, who was completely lifeless and with saliva constantly dripping from the corners of his mouth. After waiting for a few seconds and no changes occurred, he slowly moved towards Congressman Maynard.
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I hope Mr. Azik’s copper whistle is not stained with Councilor Maynard’s saliva... Klein slightly squatted down, carefully avoiding the saliva that had spread into a piece, and picked up the piece that was lying quietly.
Brass whistle on the floor.
Slightly sweating, Klein held the copper whistle between his two fingers and looked around carefully to make sure there was nothing unclean on it before he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Boom!
Inspector Toller, who had been blocked from the outside world by the dark red wooden door, ran for a while outside the door and slammed the door open. He was stunned and watched as he ran down from the bed for some reason and was now lying on the floor.
Councilor Maynard, who had a lot of marks from being beaten, could not help but speak dumbly. He waited for a long time before asking tremblingly:
"Inspector Moretti, what, what happened?"
Klein calmly picked up the silver-inlaid black cane that he had just placed on the floor, and carefully installed Mr. Azik's copper whistle. A thought suddenly flashed through his mind, his voice was as calm as possible, and the corners of his mouth were slightly moved.
He raised his eyebrows and replied in a slightly exaggerated manner:
"Congressman Maynard suddenly woke up just now. He wanted to tell me some secrets, but I was afraid of hearing something bad, so I refused."
"This is no time for joking!" Inspector Toler covered his heart, gasped and lowered his voice, "How am I going to explain this to Congressman Maynard's wife later!"
Klein looked at Inspector Toller, who was trying his best to suppress his fear and was slightly annoyed. He smoothed the corners of his mouth slightly and asked:
"The daughter of the new party leader and Congressman Maynard's wife is back?"
Inspector Toler seemed to have recovered. He turned to look outside the room. After finding that no one was paying attention, he carefully closed the door and asked in a low voice:
"In this situation, what should we do now?"
"He suddenly sat up after my examination just now. I haven't figured out the specific reason. I think I need to cleanse Senator Maynard." When Klein said this, his originally serious voice suddenly became a little more upbeat.
, the corner of his mouth curled up slightly and he said, "You don't want his wife and children to have another 'cordial exchange' when saying goodbye to him, right?"
Inspector Toler's face muscles twitched involuntarily, his lips pursed a few times, and he said in a hoarse voice:
"I'm going to give you a break and settle this matter as soon as possible."
Immediately, he opened the crimson wooden door whose lock had lost its function with his backhand, turned around and walked out, guarding the door.
Klein watched Inspector Toler's tall and generous figure completely disappear behind the door. He nodded secretly, took out Mr. Azik's copper whistle that he had just put into his pocket in a hurry, and frowned as he examined it.
Senator Maynard, who just turned into a living corpse, has been longing for this bronze whistle?
Yes, Mr. Azik has a close relationship with the God of Death, and may even be a descendant of the God of Death. The items related to him must be desired by undead spirits such as living corpses.
Klein subconsciously raised his head and glanced at the miserable-looking body of Senator Maynard. After thinking about it, he took out the ritual-related items first, and became familiar with the ritual magic commonly used within the Nighthawks to deal with hauntings.
After making sure that he had been completely purified, Klein moved Councilor Maynard's body back to the bed with relative ease, and used a white cloth to cover up the marks of beatings on Councilor Maynard's body.
After doing all this, he breathed a sigh of relief, sat down in the high-backed chair that Councilman Maynard had knocked down before, took out the pen and paper from his formal pocket, and wrote down the divination sentences.
, took off the citrine on his left wrist, hung it above the divination sentence, and began to recite it silently.
"The reason Senator Maynard turned into a living corpse just now was because of Mr. Azik's copper whistle."
"The reason Senator Maynard turned into a living corpse just now was because of Mr. Azik's copper whistle."
...
The citrine pendant slowly rotated clockwise, confirming this guess.
Klein then wrote another divination sentence below:
"Congressman Maynard's death was not caused by extraordinary factors."
"Congressman Maynard's death was not caused by extraordinary factors."
...
After reciting silently seven times, the citrine pendant hanging quietly above the divination sentence started to rotate clockwise again, but after three turns, it slowly hovered in the air again, as if it was hesitating.
Does this really involve extraordinary factors?
But the results I got from the dream divination just now don’t seem to be related to extraordinary factors. Could it be that they are also a kind of use of extraordinary abilities?
Couldn't this be referring to the fact that I used my cane to help Councilor Maynard return to "calm" in the end, so the divination results showed that extraordinary factors were mixed in?
Klein frowned, the more he thought about it, the more outrageous he thought, and the expression on his face gradually became numb. Finally, with a dull face, he put away the paper and pen, and wrapped the citrine pendant back around his left wrist.
He carefully walked around the area where Councilor Maynard's saliva still remained on the wooden floor, and gently knocked on the dark red wooden door.
Inspector Toller, who was guarding the door outside to see if anyone was approaching, heard a gentle knock on the door. He turned around carefully, opened a crack in the door, and quickly got in.
He glanced at the guest room, which had basically been restored to its original state, and said in a low voice:
"Is everything okay?"
"Haha, you can go say hello to him and see if he will respond to you." Klein raised his eyebrows and teased with a low smile.
Inspector Toler's original serious expression suddenly lost control, and there was a hint of mania in his deep voice:
"Then have you found out how he died?"
Inspector, I just want to do a more exaggerated performance and try to see if I can "digest" the "Joker" potion. No matter how you feel, you are about to break your defense... Klein couldn't help but curse in his heart.
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Of course, due to the current emergency situation of the police station, he still cleared his throat and said seriously:
"Congressman Maynard did die from physical factors, similar to excessive exercise."
Inspector Toler glanced at Congressman Maynard who was covered by a white cloth with lingering fear, and said after careful consideration:
"Then report it like this. By the way, did you find out who the lady who left traces in this room yesterday was?"
Are you sure that I have the ability in this area? Klein said thoughtfully:
"The one I met downstairs just now, the Ms. Sharon who was hanging around Mr. Boner."
Then he turned to look at Inspector Toller, and saw a fleeting look of "getting it all" on the other man's face, and he no longer said as nervously as before:
"I will be responsible for the rest of the finishing work. Believe me, when this kind of issue comes up, the quarrels between women will always overwhelm everything else."
Klein took out a coin and tossed it up, seemingly casually:
"I hope you can complete your work smoothly."
Bang! The coin flipped several times in the air and fell back into Klein's hand.
A frayed and slightly blurred portrait of George III looking solemnly at the sky, reverse.
............
Tick tock, tick tock...
In a dressing room inside the Golden Rose Ballroom, drops of illusory gray "water droplets" kept dripping from the roof of the single room, forming a large puddle on the floor, causing ripples.
The soothing music and the dancing girl's smiling voice kept slipping in through the crack in the door, echoing in the small space of the dressing room, echoing one after another with the clearer sounds outside.
Boom.
There was a muffled sound from the fragile thin wooden door of the dressing room, and a deep, mellow male voice and a delicate female voice followed the vibration of the door panel and slid into the closed space.
The dance outside the door is still going on. Several gentlemen in formal suits and ladies with blonde or brown hair and complicated or simple and gorgeous dresses are sitting in different places. They all seem to have ignored the small dressing room.
movement.
The man and woman who had just bumped into the wooden door squeezed into the small wooden door belonging to the dressing room. As the wooden door closed, the connection between the dressing room and the outside world seemed to be completely separated by the closing of the door. Unknowingly,
Some conceptual rules have been formed.
As the music in the ballroom changed from gentle to high-pitched, ladies and gentlemen's dresses overlapped each other, and they strolled into the dance floor in pairs.
No one noticed that traces of pale white fog were silently escaping from the cracks of the thin wooden door.
Behind that door, the "illusive" gray liquid was gone, replaced by a hazy white mist that dispersed throughout the small space, and only part of the figure was exposed in the white mist, which did not look like a real girl.
He stood on a mess of men's clothes, slowly slid down against the wooden door, and collapsed on the ground, with an unnatural light red still remaining on his face.