"Who is it?"
Klein was thinking about the mysterious suicide of the original owner and the unknown danger he might encounter. After hearing a sudden knock on the door, he subconsciously opened the drawer, took out the revolver, and asked warily.
There was two seconds of silence outside the door, and a slightly shrill voice shouted in an Awwa accent,
"It's me, Mountbatten, Biki Mountbatten."
The voice paused for a moment, then added, "That's right.
"Police."
Biki Mountbatten … As the name entered his ears, Klein immediately thought of its corresponding owner.
He was one of the police officers in charge of the block where the apartment was located. He was a rough and barbaric man who loved to fight. However, perhaps only such a person could intimidate those drunkards, thieves, part-time thieves, villains, and hooligans.
And his unique voice was one of his labels.
"Okay, I'll be right there!" Klein responded loudly.
He had planned to throw the revolver back into the drawer, but he thought that the police outside would come for some unknown reason. They might search the house, so he carefully ran to the stove where the fire had long been extinguished and put the revolver inside.
Then, he picked up the small basket of coal, shook a few pieces into the stove, and covered the revolver. Finally, he placed the kettle on top to cover everything.
After doing all this, he tidied up his clothes and quickly approached the door. As he opened it, he said vaguely,
"Sorry, I was just taking a nap."
Outside the door stood four police officers in black and white checkered uniforms and badges. Biki Mountbatten, with a brown beard, coughed and said to Klein,
"These three officers have something to ask you."
Officers? Klein reflexively looked at the epaulets of the other three and found that two of them had three silver six-pointed stars, and one had two. They all looked more senior than Biki Mountbatten, who only had three V-shaped tags.
As a history student, Klein didn't know much about the ranks of police epaulets. He only knew that Biki Mountbatten often boasted that he was a senior sergeant.
So, those three are inspectors? Influenced by his brother Baansen, Welch, and other classmates, Klein still had some common sense. He moved aside and pointed into the room.
"Please come in. What is it? "
The leader of the three police officers was a middle-aged man with eyes so sharp that they seemed to be able to see through one's soul. He could not help but be afraid. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were obvious, and the edge of his hat revealed his light brown hair.
"Do you know Welch McGovern?"
"What's wrong with him?" Klein's heart trembled as he blurted out a question.
"I'm the one asking you." The dignified middle-aged police officer's eyes were cold.
The officer beside him, who also wore a three-star epaulet, looked at Klein and smiled warmly.
"Don't be nervous. This is just a routine inquiry."
The police officer was in his thirties. He had a high nose bridge, and his gray eyes gave off an indescribable feeling of depth, like a lake in an ancient forest that no one cared about.
Klein secretly took a deep breath and organized his words.
"If you're referring to the graduate of Khoy University, Welch McGovern from Constant, then I'm sure I know him. We were classmates and followed the same mentor, Senior Associate Professor Quentin Cohen."
In the Kingdom of Rouen, "professor" wasn't just a professional title, but also a position. It was just like the combination of professor and department head on Earth. In other words, a university could only have one professor in a department. If an associate professor wanted to become a full professor, they could only wait for their immediate superior to retire or use their strength to squeeze them out.
In view of the need to retain talents, the Kingdom's Higher Education Commission had added senior associate professors to the three-tier system of lecturers, associate professors, and professors after years of experimentation. It was given to those with high academic standards or sufficient seniority, but were unable to become professors.
At this point, Klein looked into the eyes of the middle-aged officer and thought for a second before saying, "To be honest, our relationship is pretty good.
"To be honest, we're not too bad friends. Recently, he, Naya, and I met a lot to interpret and discuss the documents of the Fourth Era and a notebook that he obtained. Officer, what happened to him?"
The middle-aged officer didn't answer. Instead, he turned his head to look at his gray-eyed companion.
The gray-eyed officer with ordinary facial features wearing a badge and a bonnet replied gently, "I'm sorry.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Welch has passed away."
"How?" Although he had a hunch, Klein couldn't help but exclaim in shock.
Welch died like the original owner of his body?
That's a little terrifying!
"What about Naya?" Klein hurriedly asked.
"Madam Naya has also passed away," the gray-eyed officer said rather calmly. "The two of them died in Mr. Welch's residence."
"Were they murdered?" Klein had a vague guess.
Perhaps it was suicide …
The gray-eyed officer shook his head.
"No, from the traces at the scene, they committed suicide. Mr. Welch hit his head against the wall so many times that the wall was covered in blood. Madam Naya drowned herself in a basin. Yes, the kind used to wash her face."
"That's impossible …" Klein's hair stood on end as he listened. He could almost imagine the strange scene.
The girl was kneeling on the chair, her face buried in the basin filled with water. Her soft brown hair fell down and swayed in the wind, but she was motionless. Welch was on the ground, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. His forehead was completely shattered and covered in blood. The wall was covered in marks of impact, dripping with blood …
The gray-eyed officer's mouth twitched.
"We think so too, but the autopsy results and the scene have ruled out drugs and external factors. They, I mean Mr. Welch and Madam Naya, showed no signs of resistance."
Without waiting for Klein to speak again, he walked into the room and pretended to ask casually,
"When was the last time you saw Mr. Welch or Madam Naya?"
As he spoke, he gestured with his eyes to his companion with two silver stars.
It was a young officer who looked about the same age as Klein. He had black hair and green eyes. He was good-looking and had the romantic temperament of a poet.
Upon hearing the question, Klein's mind raced as he thought about his answer.
"It should be June 26th. We interpreted the contents of a new notebook together. After that, I returned home to prepare for the interview on the 30th. Well, the interview with Tingen University's history department."
Tingen was known as the city of universities. It had two universities, Tingen and Khoy, a technical school, a law school, and a business school. It was second only to the capital, Baekeland.
Just as he finished speaking, he saw the young officer walk to the desk from the corner of his eye and pick up the "notebook" that looked more like a diary.
Oh no! I forgot to hide it! Klein shouted, "You!"
The young officer returned him with a smile, but he didn't stop flipping through the notebook. The gray-eyed officer explained,
The gray-eyed officer explained, "This is a necessary procedure."
At this moment, Biggie Mountbatten and the dignified middle-aged officer only watched from the side. They did not interrupt or assist in the search.
Where's your search warrant? Klein had intended to question him, but on careful thought, the judicial system of the Kingdom of Rouen did not seem to have evolved into something like a search warrant. At the very least, he did not know if there was one. After all, even the police force had only been established fifteen or sixteen years ago.
When the original Klein was young, he was still called a sheriff.
Klein could not stop him. He could only watch as the young officer quickly flipped through his "notebook." The gray-eyed officer did not ask any further questions.
"What strange thing?" The young officer flipped to the end and suddenly said, "Also, what does this sentence mean? 'Everyone will die, including me' … "
Isn't it common sense that everyone will die, apart from deities? Klein was about to quibble, but he suddenly remembered that he had intended to "connect" with the police to prevent any possible danger. However, he had no reason or excuse.
In less than a second, he made a decision. He covered his forehead with his hand and answered with a pained tone, "I don't know.
I really don't know … After I woke up this morning, I felt that something was wrong with me. It was as if I had forgotten something, especially the parts that happened in the past few days. I don't even know why I wrote such a sentence. "
Sometimes, being honest was the best way to solve a problem. Of course, being honest required skills. What could be said and what could not be said was one thing, and what should be said first and how to say it was another.
As a "keyboard" expert, Klein had also studied a little bit of verbal skills.
"Ridiculous! Do you take us for fools? "Biggie Mountbatten interjected angrily. He could not hold it in any longer.
This lie was too clumsy. It was an insult to their intelligence!
Pretending to be mentally ill was better than pretending to have amnesia!
"It's true." Klein calmly responded to Mountbatten and the middle-aged officer's gaze.
This matter could not be any more true.
"Maybe it's really possible." At this moment, the gray-eyed officer spoke slowly.
What? He believed it just like that? Klein was surprised himself.
The gray-eyed officer smiled at him and said, "An expert will come in two days.
"An expert will come in two days. Trust me, she should be able to help you recall your lost memories."
Expert? Help recall? In the field of psychology? Klein furrowed his brows.
Hiss, what if my memories of Earth are exposed? He suddenly felt a toothache.
The young officer put down his notes and searched the desk and the room. Fortunately, he focused on the books and did not lift the kettle to take a look.
"Alright, Mr. Klein, thank you for your cooperation. It's best that you don't leave Tingen for the next few days. If necessary, please inform Officer Mountbatten. Otherwise, you will become a fugitive," the gray-eyed officer exhorted.
That's it? That's it for today? No more questions and more investigations? Or bring me back to the police station to be tortured? Klein was at a loss.
However, he also wanted to resolve the strange incident brought about by Welch, so he nodded and said, "No problem."
The officers left the room one by one.
The officers left the room one by one, and the young man at the back suddenly patted Klein on the shoulder.
"That's great. You're very lucky."
"What?" Klein looked confused.
The green-eyed officer, who had the temperament of a poet, smiled.
"Generally speaking, it's normal for all parties involved to die in such an incident."
"We're very happy and fortunate to see that you're still alive."
With that, he walked out of the room and closed the door behind him in a very polite manner.
It's normal for all parties to die? Happy that I'm still alive? Very fortunate that I'm still alive?
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