Meursault's corpse lay there, his eyes wide open, as though there was still a ferocious glint in them.
The wound that had sliced through half of his throat was originally only a thin slit, but with the condensation of the Beyonder characteristic, it had expanded and blurred a lot.
At the same time, the incontinence after his death made his lower body emit a foul stench.
Klein held the dark red jelly-like object, feeling conflicted about what to do next.
In general terms, he had three choices. One was to clean up the scene, treat his wound, and call the police in the name of self-defense. The second was to wait until night and throw the corpse into a sewer, pretending that nothing had happened. The third was to immediately give up his current identity, flee to another borough, and change his name again.
The problem with the first choice was that Klein was still an unregistered citizen and had secrets that couldn't be brought to light. Calling the police could easily lead to him being investigated. The second choice, in addition to constantly worrying that the corpse would be discovered and the police would come knocking on his door, had another hidden danger.
After the ambassador behind Meursault confirmed the disappearance or death of his subordinates, he would definitely send someone to 15 Minsk Street again. When that happened, Klein might encounter a Sequence 7 or even a Sequence 6 enemy. Behind the faction he was facing might be a country, a powerful country.
The third choice seemed to be the wisest and safest. It allowed him to avoid all the risks, but there was also a downside. Klein's portrait was very likely to be on the wanted list. Furthermore, it was in the eyes of his neighbor, Mrs. Sammer, Lawyer Jurgen, and the others. Without a disguise, once the corresponding newspapers were published, even if it was limited to the greater Baekeland area, Klein might very well be recognized by Daly and the other Nighthawks. That would be a huge problem.
As it involved Ince Zangwill and Sealed Artifact 0-08, there was a high chance that he would be pursued by a high-ranking deacon.
Of course, there was another branch of the third choice. It was to hide the corpse, throw the evidence into the sewers, and then escape. However, there was also the risk of being wanted. This was because if the ambassador couldn't find him, there was a high chance that he would instruct the members of the Zmanger gang to call the police and use the official forces of Baekeland to search. If he could lock onto Klein's whereabouts, the development of the matter would be equivalent to the second choice.
After some thought, Klein quickly made a decision.
Divination …
Of course, he already had a preference in his heart, which was to choose the lesser of the two evils. The first option was relatively less risky, and he could take the initiative to a certain extent. Through exposure, he could attract the attention of the official forces, which would restrict the ambassador's subsequent actions and prevent him from going too crazy.
After taking out a piece of paper and writing the divination statement, Klein removed the spirit pendulum from his left wrist cuff and let it hang down, almost touching the surface.
"I should call the police."
"I should call the police."
"I should call the police.
After he finished chanting, he saw that the spirit pendulum was spinning clockwise. Its amplitude wasn't small, and its speed was rather fast.
As, he did.
After divining the other two options and receiving negative answers, Klein no longer hesitated and began cleaning up the scene.
He put on black gloves and searched Meursault's body. He found a sharp dagger, a small wad of cash, a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, and some miscellaneous items.
He and, and, and, and, "He as" He "He". and, and. he "He as he" "He as" as "He as as as as as. he.
Then, he put on a glove and got Meursault to grab the dagger.
After doing all of this, Klein gathered Meursault's Beyonder characteristic, self-made charms, tarot cards, the blood-stained contract, the piece of paper on which the divination statement was written, and the various materials he had at home and put them into a paper bag.
Then, he held a ritual to "summon" himself and became a special Spirit Body.
After carrying Aztec's copper whistle and making himself stronger, Klein picked up the paper bag, ended the summoning, and returned above the gray fog.
He temporarily placed the items in the real world behind The Fool's high-back chair and left behind Aztec's copper whistle. Then, he easily simulated the feeling of plummeting and returned to his body.
The reason why Klein didn't burn the blood-stained contract and the piece of paper on which the divination statement was written was that he was worried that the matter would be transferred to a special department if he called the police, and a powerful Beyonder would come over to perform a targeted divination.
And once the gray fog was in the way, even if the Eternal Blazing Sun personally descended, he wouldn't be able to obtain an effective answer.
This was also the reason why Klein spent his weekly combing and summarizing above the gray fog after advancing to Sequence 8 and having his spirituality greatly improved.
He couldn't afford to be under greater suspicion and a deeper investigation now!
After removing the wall of spirituality, a sudden gust of wind blew away the remnant smell of the ritual materials. The only items related to Beyonder and mysticism on Klein's body and in the entire room were the candles burning silently in front of him.
But this time, he chose an ordinary candle. After all, he was praying to himself and summoning himself, so there was no need to be so particular about it.
And in a family, it was very reasonable, normal, and in line with the characteristics of the times, even if there was only one bachelor in the family.
After extinguishing the candle and putting it back in its original spot, Klein took out his golden pocket watch and snapped it open to take a look. He estimated how many minutes had passed since Meursault had died, and he added the minimum amount of time it would take for the police to send people to investigate and report to the higher-ups.
He wanted to ensure that even if Beyonders came to investigate, an hour had passed since Meursault's death.
In mysticism, in the field of mediumship, this was an important point in time. Beyond it, the information that could be obtained was rather limited and very vague. For example, the person who could mediate the death of Meursault was "Sherlock Moriarty," but there was no way to obtain the specific details of his death.
As for the hidden dangers of the other party's divination involving Beyonder factors, Klein wasn't worried at all. This was because the main Beyonder factor involved (the blood-stained contract) was above the gray fog …
And his own premonitions and combat abilities would also be confused — the other party's divination would definitely point to the mysterious space above the gray fog, and it would definitely be interfered with.
Thankfully, I'm also a professional … I feel like I've really become Moriarty … Klein re-examined the scene, and after confirming that there were no problems, he began to stare at the ticking of the pocket watch.
After exceeding the estimated limit, he put on his gold-rimmed glasses and waited for a few minutes before pulling the door open and leaving.
At this moment, the sky above Baekeland was already dark, and the gas lamps on the streets illuminated the rainy environment.
As a middle-class neighborhood, Minsk Street was often patrolled by police. Klein waited for a while before he found his target and immediately went up to meet them.
They were two low-ranking police officers with a V on their epaulets. They carried guns, batons, and umbrellas as they looked around.
"Officer! A criminal attacked me! "Klein shouted skillfully.
His sorry state made the two police officers not dare to be negligent. They drew their batons and looked to the side warily.
"Where's the criminal?" a round-faced, brown-eyed policeman asked in a deep voice.
Klein pointed at his house and said, "Where's the criminal?"
"He snuck into my house and tried to kill me!"
"In the struggle, I accidentally stabbed him to death!"
Stabbed to death … The two policemen looked at each other and looked at Klein as though they were examining him.
"Take us there."
"Alright!" Klein pretended to have a new lease of life and led the two police officers to 15 Minsk Street. He took out his key and opened the door.
The two police officers first saw the messy scene before noticing the corpse lying on the ground, the hideous wound on the man's throat, and a blood-stained dagger.
"Protect the scene. I'll go back to the station to report to the officer," the other police officer said to his round-faced, brown-eyed companion.
"Alright." The round-faced, brown-eyed officer cast his gaze at Klein. His expression and body language revealed his wariness and wariness.
After a while, a sergeant in a black-and-white checkered uniform with three V's on his epaulets arrived with the previous officer and two other subordinates.
As the police officers inspected the scene and gathered clues, the sergeant with a short, brownish-yellow beard took Klein to the side and made a preliminary inquiry.
"Name."
"Sherlock Moriarty. This is my rent bill for half a year." Klein took out something he had prepared.
The sergeant glanced at it casually and continued to ask,
"What's your occupation?"
"Private detective," Klein answered frankly.
The sergeant frowned and said, "Do you know the deceased? Do you know why he attacked you? "
"I know him. His name is Meursault, the executioner of the Zmanger gang." Without waiting for the other party to ask further, Klein said, "I previously accepted a commission from Ian Wright. He asked me to investigate his previous employer, Detective Zreal Victor Lee. This matter happens to be related to the Zmanger gang and Meursault."
"I followed him and found him secretly meeting a gentleman of very high status. He addressed him as Mr. Ambassador." After saying this, Klein was not surprised to see the sergeant's expression change a few times.
"Ambassador … Do you know his name?" the sergeant muttered to himself and asked in a deep voice.
"I'm not sure, but if I saw his photo, I would definitely be able to recognize him." Klein told the truth. "This morning, Meursault came to visit me and asked me to look for Ian Wright. Based on my professional ethics as a private detective, I rejected him. In the end, I was attacked when I returned home in the evening and was almost killed by him. Fortunately, my fighting skills are not bad, and my reaction is quick enough."
The sergeant pondered for a moment and asked about the details of the fight. Klein described it almost exactly. At most, he changed his premonition to a reaction and changed the standard contract he threw to the dagger that the other party dropped.
"Hmm … Come back to the police station with us first and wait for the results of the autopsy, the conclusion of the scene investigation, and the questioning of the relevant people." The sergeant's mind didn't seem to be on this matter, and he seemed to be somewhat perfunctory.
He only had one thought now:
This was an important case involving a foreign ambassador!
I have to report it immediately!
In a daze, he suddenly thought of a question and quickly added,
"What is your faith?"
"The God of Steam and Machinery," Klein answered without hesitation.
The Church of the Storm's Baekeland headquarters, the Holy Wind Cathedral, was in Cherwood Borough. Therefore, cases involving Beyonders were often handed over to them. However, there was an exception — the person involved had a unified faith and was not the Lord of Storms.
In order to avoid encountering the Nighthawks, Klein could only let the Goddess down.
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