"What?" The bear-like Tolle was shocked. He looked at Klein, then at the guest room. He rushed in with an agility he shouldn't have.
He pulled the white cloth covering the corpse and examined it carefully. He heaved a sigh of relief and said, "It's better than I thought.
"Better than I thought. That's not too much of a problem."
Maybe I should pull out my revolver and shoot Maynard five demon hunting bullets to see if the problem is serious … Klein lampooned and pointed outside the door.
"There's nothing else for me to do after that, right?"
"No!" Tolle suddenly shouted. "Wait a little longer."
Klein was puzzled.
"Why?"
Tolle explained in a very serious manner, "We have to prevent any accidents. I'll send you back to Zouteland Street after we question Madam Sharon and make a statement."
If Maynard, who had been dead for more than ten hours, could come back to life, what else couldn't happen? What will happen to me if you leave? Tolle added silently in his heart.
"Alright." Klein rubbed his temples and said, "Find a quiet room for me to rest."
He had only advanced for a day, so his condition wasn't stable. He had just performed a few rituals, used two charms, and suffered quite a shock. Therefore, he had to meditate as soon as possible to eliminate any problems.
The current Klein was extremely wary of losing control.
Tolle pulled the white cloth over him and was visibly more relaxed.
"No problem."
He led Klein into the guest room near the sunroof and pointed inside.
He pointed inside and said, "Inspector Moretti, don't worry. No one will disturb you. I'll go look for Madam Sharon first."
Klein nodded slightly and watched him leave. He then closed the door and the curtains.
In the dark and quiet bedroom, he slowly walked to the rocking chair and lay down comfortably, allowing his body to sway rhythmically.
Countless illusions of light balls stacked in his mind. The buzzing in Klein's ears and the throbbing pain in his head gradually disappeared.
When his condition stabilized, he opened his eyes and looked at the bed, cabinet, and other furniture in the dark. He calmly summarized his previous attempts.
"I haven't received any 'feedback' for the few exaggerated jokes I made …"
Perhaps it's because I haven't truly controlled the power of the Clown potion, and there are still some negative effects … Of course, I can't rule out the possibility that this kind of acting isn't very effective.
… I personally don't wish to play the role of Clown, but since I've chosen this Sequence pathway, I can only bite the bullet and continue down it …
"Actually, everyone would more or less become a clown in life. You don't have to be too averse to it …"
I have to figure out what the core element of a Clown is as soon as possible...
As all kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind, Klein suddenly took out a brass penny with a denomination of half.
Out of habit, he wanted to divine if Maynard's death was due to Beyonder factors.
Perhaps this is an occupational disease … Klein shook his head and laughed. His eyes darkened as he repeatedly chanted,
"John Maynard's death was influenced by extraordinary factors."
…
Dang!
Lying in the rocking chair, he flicked out the halfpenny and watched its brassy body twirl and flash in the darkness.
Pa! The coin landed in Klein's palm with the number "half" facing up.
Negative … This means that John Maynard's death wasn't due to Beyonder factors … This guy really did die from extreme joy … The dead should be respected, so I won't use the Chinese proverb to mock him … Klein put away the coin and emptied his mind in the dark room. He almost fell asleep.
Thump, thump, thump.
Amidst the slow and rhythmic knocking, Klein adjusted his clothes, put on the soft hat with the police emblem, left the reclining chair, and slowly walked to the door.
Just as his right palm touched the armrest, a scene suddenly appeared in his mind.
The brown-bear-like Inspector Tolle stood outside the door, tugging at his collar. His expression was filled with obvious frustration and helplessness.
Turning the doorknob, Klein unhurriedly opened the door.
Inspector Tolle appeared in front of him and tugged at his collar.
"I'm very sorry to have made you wait for so long."
"We've already looked for Madam Sharon and recorded her statement. You can return to Zouteland Street now."
"I'm really sorry to have wasted your precious time."
Klein didn't ask the reason for the man's current emotions. Instead, he smiled.
Instead, he smiled and said, "Madam Sharon admitted to being with Member of Parliament Maynard last night?"
"Yes. She said that under the influence of a large amount of alcohol, she and Member of Parliament Maynard couldn't control themselves for a moment. When she realized that Maynard had died, she was very afraid. She quickly cleaned up the room and hid in her own guest room. We don't have enough reason to charge her with a crime for now, so we can only ask her to leave and restrict her freedom to a certain extent while we wait for the autopsy results," Inspector Tolle described in detail.
Klein tilted his head slightly and smiled sharply.
"Who are you explaining to?"
Tolle was stunned for a moment before he smiled bitterly and said, "Yes, I don't need to explain anything to you. I was so annoyed by Madam Maynard that I said so much subconsciously."
"Member of Parliament Maynard's wife is back?" Klein asked in realization.
"Yes. Unfortunately, there was something wrong with the steam locomotive today. It wasn't delayed," Tolle answered in a joking manner.
Klein didn't ask further. After checking that he had all his belongings with him, he followed Inspector Tolle to the staircase and went all the way back to the ground floor.
"Why didn't you arrest her?"
"She's a murderer! I want to sue her! I want to sue you for negligence! "
"I want to hire the best lawyer to sue you!"
…
Harsh words entered Klein's ears. He looked over subconsciously and saw a plump and fair middle-aged woman in the living room being supported by two young men. She was glaring angrily at them and scolding them incessantly.
The regal long dress that's trending in Baekeland this year … Klein, who often flipped through the magazine Women's Aesthetics, first had this untimely thought. Then, he saw a woman being protected by a few gentlemen.
This lady was wearing a long black dress. Her skin was fair and smooth, and her brown hair cascaded down like a waterfall. Her brown eyes were as innocent and pitiful as a deer in the forest. It made people want to protect her.
Madam Sharon … Klein suddenly thought of the "dirty movies" she had starred in. He quickly raised his right hand to his mouth and coughed dryly.
Professionally, he tapped his left molar twice and used his Spirit Vision to observe everyone present.
Madam Maynard's body has some minor problems. The color of her aura is rather thin … From the color of her emotions, I can directly feel her anger and hatred … This is very consistent with her external appearance …
Eh, Madam Sharon's emotional color is blue, which represents rational thinking and calmness … This is the complete opposite of her panicked, nervous, and pitiful appearance … Indeed, someone who can become a social butterfly is definitely not a bunny … Her body is very healthy …
After finishing his observation, Klein was about to retract his gaze when he saw Madam Sharon quickly raise her head and glance in his direction. Then, she lowered her head again, looking like she was trembling in fear.
If not for the fact that I can directly see the color of your emotions, I might have been fooled by your performance … You should consider developing in the direction of an actress … After cursing inwardly, Klein didn't stay any longer. He left Maynard's house with Inspector Tolle and took the carriage arranged by the police station back to Zouteland Street.
After replacing the captain, he continued to be on duty at Chanis Gate and took the opportunity to write a reimbursement request.
After an uneventful night, Klein returned to the surface in the morning and received the breakfast he had entrusted Roshan to buy for him.
"I like this pie!" he praised.
He had already paid for the breakfast in advance.
"Is that so? Then I can try it tomorrow! "Roshan replied happily.
The corners of Klein's mouth twitched as he focused on the milk and pie.
At 8: 25, he yawned and fought back his drowsiness as he went to the nearby Shooting Club.
A few days ago, he had arranged to meet Doctor Daxter Guderian at this time.
…
Bang! Bang! Bang!
In a small shooting range, Klein and Daxter aimed at their respective targets and finished a round of bullets.
Ding ding dang dang dang. Daxter shook out the shells and looked at Klein with interest.
"You're more confident than before."
Of course, I've already advanced to Sequence 8 and have actual combat abilities … Klein reflected his facial expressions and body movements in his mind and pretended to be arrogant.
"That's because I only used a month to completely grasp the power of the potion."
Daxter curled his lips indiscernibly and said, "Although it's something to be proud of, there's no need to keep mentioning it."
Heh, as a Spectator, you actually didn't see through my act … From the looks of it, a Clown has the ability to restrain a Spectator … Klein smiled as if he understood something.
He then asked, "How's Hood Eugen recently?"
"… He's really crazy." Daxter was silent for a second before saying, "I've used various methods to test him. He's indeed crazy. I'm considering giving him the right medicine to see if he can be treated."
As a Sequence 7 Psychiatrist, he actually pretended to be a mental patient … Even if there's a certain degree of treatment, it doesn't match the core elements of the potion's name … This is a vague and incorrect use of the "acting method." It's not strange that he's crazy … Klein thought for a moment.
"Did you find out who came into contact with him before he went crazy?"
"Other than the doctors, patients, nurses, and workers in the asylum, no one else came into contact with him," Daxter answered with certainty.
Klein tersely acknowledged.
"What about before? Did anyone come to visit him? Or would he leave the asylum regularly for a period of time? "
In order to keep his promise, Klein didn't ask about Hood Eugen in detail the previous few times.
Daxter fell into deep thought for a long time.
After a long while, he said, "Other than the members of the Psychological Alchemy, no more than five people came to visit him. One of them came three times. His name is Ell."
Without waiting for Klein to ask, he continued, "But I heard Hood Eugen mention that Ell is a fake name.
"But I heard Hood Eugen mention that Ell is a fake name."
"His real name is Lanevus."
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