"How long has it been since the councilor died?" Klein asked as he got to the point.
If it was more than fifteen minutes, the amount of information he could obtain would decrease drastically. If it was more than an hour, he would only be able to obtain superficial information.
If it was more than a month, there was a high chance that the spirit channeling would fail.
"Regrettably, the preliminary report shows that Councilor Maynard died between nine and eleven last night." Dunn shook his head. "You only need to provide help. You don't have to consider if you will gain anything."
"Alright." Klein took off his coat, hat, and cane, and walked out of the guard room. Dunn Smith took over his shift at Chanis Gate.
In theory, as a Beyonder, as long as their spirituality was enhanced, they could learn things like Spirit Vision, divination, and ritualistic magic, especially since the Sleepless Sequence was known for its high spiritual perception.
But in reality, the differences between the "jobs" of different Sequences were still very obvious. For example, Dunn Smith and Leonard Mitchell had Spirit Vision, but they could only see light white or light blue auras. They were unable to accurately distinguish different parts of the human body. Of course, with Spirit Vision, they could definitely see things like ghosts and spirits, but it wasn't as simple and effective as their own spiritual perception.
This was also the reason why Sleepless, Midnight Poet, and Nightmare didn't like to activate their Spirit Vision.
Similarly, if they were willing, they could learn spirit pendulums, dowsing rods, and dream divination, but the success rate wasn't worth looking forward to.
It was the same for ritualistic magic.
As the two passed each other, Dunn suddenly said, "I forgot to mention that Inspector Tolle is also in charge of this matter.
"I forgot to mention that Inspector Tolle is also in charge of this matter. He's waiting for you in the reception hall of the security company. Remember to change into your new uniform and get your new identification."
Klein wasn't surprised at all.
He asked with a smile, "New uniform, new identification? The Tingen Police Department is very efficient. "
He just advanced to Sequence 8 yesterday …
"Because this case is very important, so …" Dunn spread his hands and sat in Klein's previous seat.
Klein walked all the way back upstairs, but he wasn't in a hurry to go to the reception hall. Instead, he entered the Nighthawks' break room and went to the attached bathroom to relieve himself. The duty room only provided a toilet bowl, water bottle, and basin.
Then, he changed into the special police uniform that had been upgraded to two Silver Stars and the soft hat that had "two crossed swords and a crown" on it.
After transferring the Flaring Sun Charm, Aztec Copper Whistle, and ritual materials, Klein straightened his clothes and walked out of the lounge with his cane.
As soon as he passed through the partition, he saw Inspector Tolle sitting on the sofa.
After not seeing him for some time, the tall police officer had become rounder, and his belly was even more prominent. Coupled with his thick beard and hair, he looked like a brown bear that had just escaped from the circus.
"I'm glad to be working with you again." Tolle heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that it was a Nighthawk he knew. He leaned forward and stretched out his paw.
'No, palm …' Klein corrected himself in silence and shook hands with the man out of courtesy.
"Me too."
At this moment, Tolle glanced at Klein's two Silver Stars on his epaulette and said enviously, "We're on the same level now.
"We're on the same level now. It hasn't even been a month."
Klein wanted to say in a serious tone, "The danger we faced might be ten times greater than yours," but just as he was about to say it, he recalled his current identity — a Sequence 8 Clown.
Maybe I can give it a try … Using his mind to reflect his facial expressions, the corners of his mouth curled up as he replied with an obvious smile.
"Perhaps in another two or three months, you'll have to call me Officer."
"You sure are humorous." Tolle laughed and pointed outside the door. "Shall we set off?"
"Alright." Klein didn't give up on his cane. To him, it was only after he became a Clown that this "weapon" truly lived up to its name.
After exiting the Blackthorn Security Company's main entrance, Klein and Tolle walked down the stairs side by side. With one thin and one fat, it was a stark contrast.
"I think we can even go to the circus and make the audience laugh," Klein suddenly said with a smile.
Tolle nodded in agreement.
"Yes, I think the contrast between us is very comedic. Do you know? Some circuses are experimenting with clowns that are fat, thin, tall and short. "
No, actually, I mean the Beast Tamer and the brown bear … Of course, Klein wouldn't say something so rude. He echoed, "That's right.
He echoed, "Unfortunately, we don't have a fixed circus in Tingen."
"Yes, but we still have an opera house, a theater, and a concert hall," Inspector Tolle replied with a hint of regret.
The two chatted as they boarded the police carriage. Only then did Klein change the topic to the case.
"Is Senator Maynard sure that he was murdered?"
"I'm not sure, but his wife and his two sons don't want to believe in the possibility of a sudden illness. Yes, there is indeed something wrong with the crime scene. When Maynard was found, he wasn't wearing any clothes. He was just lying on the bed in the guest room," Tolle said after some deliberation.
"He and his wife slept in separate rooms?" Klein leaned back against the carriage wall, mimicking the main characters in various detective movies he had watched in his previous life.
Tolle shook his head.
"No, his wife hasn't been in Tingen for the past few days. She went to Baekeland to attend an important ball. You might not know, but she's the daughter of a New Party Member of Parliament. She's still on the steam locomotive on her way back to Tingen. She just sent a telegram to express her stance."
"Maynard is also a member of the New Party. He has been a Tingen City Member of Parliament for more than ten years. He plans to aim for the position of mayor in next year's election."
"In other words, his death might have something to do with this?" Klein asked casually. He then broke into laughter. "I'm only helping with the autopsy. I don't care about anything else. You don't have to answer me."
Tolle sighed, not minding it.
"Autopsy … You're very cautious."
"As for your guess, I can only say that it's possible. Last night, Senator Maynard held a gathering at his house. There were too many guests, so we can't identify the main suspect for the time being. Furthermore, these guests all have respectable statuses. We have to be careful and not make any mistakes."
"Understood." Klein nodded slightly. He then asked about the details of the scene with interest.
Maynard's house was located in the Golden Indus Borough. It was a single-family house surrounded by gardens and lawns. There was a stable, a fountain, and a wide cement road.
Klein wore a soft hat with the police emblem on it and followed Inspector Tolle. They passed through the cordon that seemed to be there in name only. Under the watchful eyes of the police officers, they entered the main entrance of the two-story building.
In the living room, there were four probationary inspectors, two men and two women, talking to people and collecting statements.
Klein looked over and saw many gentlemen in tuxedos, as well as a few ladies in regal dresses and black veils that covered their faces.
"They're all guests who stayed over last night," Tolle explained as he led Klein up the stairs to the second floor.
Along the way, perhaps due to the inspector's epaulets, the police officers who were searching the house all looked at them with respect. They didn't stop them at all.
"This is the guest room where Senator Maynard's corpse was found." The tall and burly Tolle stopped in front of a dark red wooden door.
Klein asked thoughtfully, "That's right.
"Who did this room belong to last night?"
"It doesn't belong to anyone. There are too many guest bedrooms in this house, so it's useless." Tolle put on his white gloves and opened the dark red wooden door.
He asked the police officer in charge of guarding inside to leave for the time being. He nodded at Klein and said,
"Inspector Moretti, I'll leave the rest to you."
"May the Goddess bless you and me. I hope we'll find something." Klein also put on white gloves and locked the door.
He walked to the bedside and saw that the dark red bedsheets were unusually messy, and there was a corpse covered with a white cloth lying on it.
Klein was someone who had seen the world. He pulled the white cloth away fearlessly and looked at MP Maynard.
The gentleman was in his forties. His blond hair was cut very short, and his face had an expression of pain and pleasure mixed together.
Klein took two steps back, took out the corresponding materials, and quickly prepared for the summoning ritual.
After a series of incantations, he silently recited the divination statement that he had thought of long ago amidst the tranquil fragrance and the cold wind that surrounded him.
"The cause of MP Maynard's death.
"The cause of MP Maynard's death."
…
As he recited, Klein retreated to the high-back chair and slowly sat down.
His eyes turned black as he leaned back and quickly fell into a deep sleep.
In the illusory, blurry, and hazy World, he suddenly saw the gentleman from before.
Maynard's blue eyes were wide open, and he was lying on top of a fair-skinned lady who had an outstanding figure.
He first revealed an extremely satisfied and joyful expression, then he suddenly retracted his right hand and pressed it against his chest. His expression then twisted into a hideous one.
Pa!
As Maynard fell, the scene quickly shattered. Klein opened his eyes and woke up from his dream.
I never thought that I would be able to watch a dirty film in such a way … So, MP Maynard died in bed while having an affair, or from overworking himself? Klein chuckled and rubbed his temples.
He took out a pen and paper, and once again used the ritual to depict the lady he saw in his dream. Of course, he omitted the part below the neck.
It was a lady whose exact age was difficult to tell. She had the mature charm of someone in her thirties, but she also had the innocence of youth. Her eyes were moist and lustrous, giving off a pitiful vibe.
Looking at "his" work, Klein packed up the ritual materials and removed the wall of spirituality.
He turned his body sideways and reached for the silver-inlaid black staff that was leaning against the side.
Suddenly, he heard a hissing sound that lingered in his throat. It was a hissing sound that made goosebumps appear on the surface of his skin!
Klein suddenly looked at the bed and saw that MP Maynard's hands were tightly gripping the dark red bedsheets, causing the backs of his palms to bulge.
With a swoosh, the MP, who had died between nine and eleven the previous night, sat up. Saliva was dripping from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were empty as they opened.
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