Sis, can we not rub it in … Klein complained to himself. He felt his head throbbing in pain again.
The original owner didn't forget a lot of knowledge, but it definitely wasn't little either. The interview was the day after tomorrow. There was no time to make up for it …
Furthermore, he was involved in a strange and terrifying incident. How could he have the mood to "revise" …
After giving his sister a perfunctory reply, Klein began to pretend to study. Melissa moved a chair and sat beside him. She used the light from the gas lamp to do her homework.
The atmosphere was peaceful. When it was almost eleven, the siblings said goodnight to each other and went to bed.
…
Knock!
Knock!
There was a knock on the door. Klein woke up from his dream.
He looked at the morning sun outside the window and sat up in a daze.
"Who is it?"
What time is it? Why didn't Melissa wake me up?
"It's me, Dunn Smith," a deep male voice answered outside the door.
Dunn Smith? I don't know him … Klein shook his head and got off the bed. He walked to the door.
He opened the door and saw the gray-eyed officer from yesterday.
"Did something happen?" Klein asked warily.
The gray-eyed officer answered with a serious expression, "We found a coachman.
"We found a coachman, he confirmed that you went to Mr. Welch's house on the 27th, the day Mr. Welch and Ms. Naya died, and it was Mr. Welch who paid for you."
Klein was stunned. He didn't feel any fear or guilt from having his lie exposed.
He wasn't lying at all. Instead, he felt that the evidence provided by the gray-eyed officer, Dunn Smith, was within his expectations.
On the 27th of June, the original owner of the body went to Welch's house and committed suicide the night he returned. It was exactly the same as Welch and Naya!
Klein opened his mouth and smiled bitterly.
"This isn't strong enough evidence to directly prove that I'm related to Welch and Naya's deaths. To be honest, I really want to know what happened to my two poor friends, but … but I really can't remember. I've almost completely forgotten what I did on the 27th. You might not believe this, but I only managed to guess that I went to Welch's house on the 27th based on my own notes."
"Good mental fortitude." The gray-eyed officer, Dunn Smith, nodded without a hint of anger or a smile.
"You should be able to hear my sincerity." Klein stared into her eyes.
What I said was the truth. Of course, it was only a part of the truth!
Dunn Smith did not reply immediately. His gaze swept across the room before he said slowly,
"Mr. Welch lost a revolver. I think I should be able to find it here, right, Mr. Klein?"
Sure enough … Klein finally figured out the origin of the revolver. Thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning, and he instantly made a decision.
He raised his hands and stepped back to make way. Then, he pointed at the bunk bed with his chin.
"It's on the back of the bed."
He did not specifically mention the lower bed, because normal people would not hide things on the back of the upper bed. It would be obvious to visitors.
The gray-eyed officer, Dunn, did not move forward.
He pursed his lips and said, "Is there anything else you want to add?
Klein answered without hesitation.
"Yes!"
"When I woke up in the middle of the night, I found myself sprawled on the desk. Beside me was the revolver, and there were bullets at the foot of the wall. It looked like I had experienced a suicide. But perhaps I was inexperienced and had never used a gun before, or I was scared at the last moment. Anyway, the bullets did not achieve the desired effect. My head is still intact, and I've lived until now."
"And from then on, I lost some of my memories, including what I did and saw at Welch's house on the 27th. I'm not lying. I really don't remember."
In order to clear his name and resolve the strange incidents that had entangled him, Klein told them almost everything, except for the transmigration and the "gathering."
In addition, he modified his wording so that every sentence could stand up to scrutiny. For example, he did not say that the bullets did not hit his head, but only mentioned that it did not achieve the desired effect, and that his head was still intact after the incident.
In the ears of others, the two conveyed almost the same meaning, but in fact, they were completely different.
The gray-eyed officer, Dunn, listened quietly and slowly said, "This is in line with the development of my speculations.
It is also in line with the hidden logic of previous similar incidents. Of course, I don't know how you survived. "
"It's good that you believe me. I don't know how I survived either." Klein heaved a sigh of relief.
"But." Dunn threw out a twist. "It's useless for me to believe you. You are now a high suspect. You have to be confirmed by an 'expert' to confirm that you have really forgotten what happened, or that you really did not directly cause the deaths of Mr. Welch and Ms. Naya."
He coughed, and his expression turned serious.
"Mr. Klein, please cooperate with the investigation and come back to the police station with us. It will take about two to three days, if you are really fine."
"The expert is here?" Klein asked in a daze.
Didn't she say in two days?
"She's earlier than we expected." Dunn turned his body and gestured for Klein to go out.
"I'll leave a note," Klein requested.
Baansen was still on a business trip, and Melissa had gone to school. He could only leave a note to tell them that he was involved with Welch, so that they would not worry.
Dunn nodded nonchalantly.
"Sure."
Klein returned to his desk. As he found a piece of paper to write on, he began to think about what to do next.
To be honest, he really did not want to meet the expert. After all, he was hiding a bigger secret.
In a place where there were seven major churches, and under the premise that Rosell The Great, who was suspected to be his "predecessor," had been assassinated, transmigration would most likely require him to go to the tribunal and the tribunal!
However, without weapons, combat skills, and supernatural powers, he was no match for a professional police officer. Moreover, there were a few of Dunn's subordinates standing in the darkness outside the door.
If they pulled out their guns and shot at him, he would be done for!
"Phew, let's just take it one step at a time." Klein left the note, took the key, and followed Dunn out of the room.
In the dim corridor, four police officers in black and white uniforms stood on both sides, very alert.
Pa, pa, pa. Klein followed Dunn down the wooden stairs, step by step. Creaking sounds could be heard from time to time.
A four-wheeled horse carriage was parked outside the apartment. The side of the carriage was engraved with the police logo of "Two Crossed Swords, Crowns". The surroundings were as lively and crowded as every other morning.
"Let's go up." Dunn gestured for Klein to go first.
Just as Klein was about to take a step, an oyster vendor suddenly grabbed a customer and accused him of being a thief.
The two sides began to scuffle, startling the horses and causing chaos in the surroundings.
An opportunity!
With no time to think, Klein suddenly bent down and rushed into the crowd.
Pushing and dodging, he frantically ran to the other end of the street.
In the current situation, in order not to "meet" the expert, he could only go to the dock outside the city, take a boat down the Tussock River, and escape to the capital, Baekeland, where there was a large population and it was easy to hide.
Of course, he could also take a steam locomotive to the east to the nearest Enmat Harbor, take the sea route to Pritz, and then go to Baekeland.
Soon, Klein ran to the end of the street and turned into Iron Cross Street, where a few carriages were parked.
"To the dock outside the city." Klein jumped onto one of the carriages.
He had thought it through very clearly. He would first deliberately mislead the pursuing police, and when the carriage was a certain distance away, he would jump off!
"Alright." The carriage driver pulled the reins.
Ta, ta, ta. The carriage left Iron Cross Street.
Just as Klein was about to jump off, he suddenly realized that the carriage had turned into another road. It wasn't the road that led outside the city!
"Where are you going?" Klein was stunned for a moment before he blurted out.
"To Welch's residence …" the carriage driver replied in a flat tone.
What? In Klein's shock, the carriage driver turned around and revealed a pair of deep, cold gray eyes. It was Officer Dunn Smith!
"You!" Klein was inexplicably terrified. He suddenly felt the world spin and sat up.
Sit up? Puzzled, Klein looked around and saw that the crimson moon was shining brightly outside the window, and the room was covered in "light muslin."
He reached out to touch his forehead. It was moist and cold, covered in cold sweat. It was the same feeling on his back.
"I had a nightmare …" Klein slowly exhaled. "It's okay, it's okay …"
He felt that he was quite awake in the dream and could still think calmly. It was rather strange.
After calming down a little, Klein picked up his pocket watch and glanced at it. He realized that it was only two in the morning, so he quietly got out of bed. He planned to wash his face in the public bathroom and relieve his bloated abdomen.
He opened the door and came to the dark corridor. Under the dim moonlight, he approached the public bathroom with light footsteps.
Suddenly, he saw a figure standing in front of the window at the end of the corridor.
The figure was wearing a black trench coat that was shorter than a robe and longer than a formal suit.
The figure blended into the darkness and bathed in the cold crimson moonlight.
The figure slowly turned around. His eyes were deep, dark, and cold.
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