Dead?
Will Auceptin is dead?
Furthermore, he seems to have been dead for quite some time!
Could this be fake?
Klein looked at the child's corpse in surprise and suspicion as many thoughts popped up in his mind.
From what he knew, Will Auceptin was a child with a special trait. He might be related to the Sequence 1 Snake of Mercury of the Monster pathway.
In the divination game he played, he had casually said, "Doctor, your luck will turn for the worse," causing Allen to suffer for a long time. The paper cranes he folded allowed Allen's Astral Projection to be located in the spirit world, giving him a man-made revelation. Even Klein could only catch a glimpse of his whereabouts above the gray fog, making it difficult for him to come to an effective conclusion … How could such a child die for no reason? He died before Dr. Allen had a dream? Where are his family?
Klein narrowed his eyes and endured the intense disgust. He carefully examined the highly decomposed corpse and discovered some torn tarot cards in the surrounding soil.
His spiritual intuition told him that the corpse in front of him was most likely Will Auceptin.
It's really shocking and puzzling … I'll head above the gray fog to confirm if Will Auceptin is faking his death … Wait, what has this got to do with me? I've long decided not to get involved in this matter, lest I get entangled by some Snake of Mercury. This might be even more terrifying than Sealed Artifact 0-08 … Klein snapped to his senses and said to the dumbfounded tomb keeper and Dr. Allen, who was on the verge of breaking down, "Call the police!"
"Okay, okay!"
"Good, good!" The tomb keeper was stunned for a moment before replying repeatedly.
He held the shovel and turned to run out of the woods. He was so fast that it was as if a zombie was chasing after him.
He's indeed just an ordinary person. He's not cautious at all. Under such circumstances, shouldn't I be wary of the people around me? By exposing my back, it's easy for someone to smack me with a shovel … Klein glanced at the tomb keeper's back and sighed as he shook his head.
When he was in the Tingen Nighthawks, he had read many case files and discovered that many victims had been scammed by their accomplices.
With this in mind, Klein walked to Dr. Allen's side, bent down, and extended his hand.
"There's nothing to be afraid of, he's already dead."
"… It's the death that scares people." Allen calmed down a little. He didn't accept Klein's help and got up on his own.
His black robe was already stained with mud, which made Klein feel an inexplicable heartache.
I can't bear to see anything valuable get damaged … He sighed in his heart.
Seeing that Allen was still a little panicked, Klein smiled and said,
"At times like this, praying to the God you believe in will have a good effect."
"Really?" Allen was taken aback for a moment. He tapped his chest four times in a clockwise manner and chanted softly, "Evernight Goddess, loftier than the starry sky and more eternal than eternity, your devout believer prays for your favor …"
After repeated whispers, he slowly calmed down and was no longer as fearful as before.
Klein also drew a triangular Sacred Emblem on his chest and silently muttered to himself, "That's right.
He silently muttered to himself, "God of Steam and Machinery, your not devout believer prays for your favor at all …"
As he spoke, he couldn't help but let out a self-deprecating laugh, suspecting that he might be struck to death by lightning on the spot.
However, lightning and thunder belong to the Lord of Storms, not the domain of the God of Steam and Machinery … Klein thought rather casually.
After about twenty minutes, the two of them sat in the interrogation room of a nearby police station.
During the recording of the statement, Klein frankly told the police that he was only a commissioned private detective and didn't know what had happened. Dr. Allen, on the other hand, described his dream in detail, as well as the reason for digging up the corpse.
Klein could tell that the police didn't believe him at all, but after they circled the area, they immediately changed their attitude and indicated that Dr. Allen and Detective Moriarty weren't suspicious. All they needed to do was sign the statement and leave.
Allen was rather surprised, but Klein didn't find it strange at all. It was obvious that the Nighthawks had appeared.
The benefits of getting the doctor to go to the Myriad Star Cathedral in advance to find the bishop showed itself.
Before leaving the police station, Klein wasn't surprised to see a familiar figure. It was the Nighthawk who had entered his dream previously.
This Nighthawk, who might be the captain, was still wearing a gray trench coat. It was obvious that he was more resistant to the cold than Klein. His blue eyes swept the area and looked away from Klein's face without any abnormalities, pretending to be an ordinary high-ranking inspector.
Klein, who was also pretending to be an ordinary private detective, nudged his glasses, put on his half top hat, and left the police station with Dr. Allen and got into a carriage.
After instructing his coachman to go to Minsk Street first, Allen turned to look at Klein.
"Sherlock, do you think this will end here?"
"If that corpse is really Will Auceptin, you shouldn't be troubled anymore." Klein paused and said, "Allen, have you felt anything strange during this period of time? No matter what it is. "
Allen thought seriously and shook his head.
"No."
"That's worth celebrating!" Klein exhaled and said with a smile.
To him, it was best for Will Auceptin's matter to end like this. Although the paper crane Klein folded above the gray fog wouldn't expose anything, and there weren't any problems with the divination afterward, he was still a little worried that some Nighthawk would suddenly have a whim and use it to find some clues. And now, with Will Auceptin's death, this case might soon reach a dead end. It would be placed in the dossier and temporarily declared closed. No one would pay attention to it without any new developments.
Allen relaxed and asked in puzzlement, "Frankly speaking, I don't think my testimony is very convincing. Why did the police choose to believe me in the end?"
"I don't know either." Klein deliberately played dumb. "I thought I would have to get my lawyer to take me home again. No, bail me home."
Allen curled the corners of his mouth, which was a rare sight.
"Sherlock, you seem to have a lot of experience when it comes to entering a police station?"
Klein laughed and replied in a deep voice, "This is the fate of every private detective."
"This is the fate of every private detective."
…
Just as Klein and Allen were being taken to the police station near Grimm Cemetery, Fors Wall walked into the quiet cemetery in an elegant black dress and a black bonnet with a fine mesh hanging down. She found Mrs. Aulisa's grave.
She and Xio had already gone to Empress Borough to look for Viscount Glaint an hour ago and received a reply that he was willing to borrow 400 pounds without any interest.
Viscount Glaint's only request was for the two Beyonders to accompany him to the gathering that Mr. A was holding that night to ensure his safety. He was in a hurry to find the Crown Jellyfish's venom crystal to complete the concoction of the Apothecary potion.
The horn of an adult Pegasus had already been found by Audrey in her family's treasury. She had obtained one in the name of a biological experiment, effectively offsetting part of her debt.
She also raised an additional condition. She wanted Viscount Glaint to use the Duke Of Negan's children to confirm if the dragon specimen in his treasury belonged to the Thousand-faced Hunter and if there were any spots of light shimmering inside.
After settling the loan, Fors wasn't in a hurry to pray to Mr. Fool. She wanted to complete the transaction as soon as possible because it would be too fast. It would make Xio instinctively feel that something was wrong and become suspicious.
Taking advantage of her free time, Fors changed her clothes and rented a carriage to Grimm Cemetery on the outskirts of West Borough.
After learning about the Law of Beyonder Characteristics Indestructibility and Conservation, Fors already knew that the main ingredient for her to become an Apprentice was the Beyonder characteristic left behind by Mrs. Aulisa. It was equivalent to her inheriting her power.
Therefore, she couldn't help but want to come here and place a bouquet of flowers in front of Mrs. Aulisa's tombstone to thank her.
It was already early winter, and most of the flowers had already withered, but Fors still managed to buy a bouquet of simple yet elegant flowers.
This was a flower cultivated in a glass greenhouse, so it was quite expensive.
[Thank you Rosell The Great for your invention …] Fors said sincerely in her heart.
As far as she knew, most of the flowers used by the nobles at the winter banquets came from glass greenhouses, and a small number were sent directly from the warm southern regions by airship. This was beyond what the average middle-class could afford.
Standing in front of the black tombstone, Fors took a few deep looks at the photo of Mrs. Aulisa. She bent down to put down the flowers and said softly,
"Thank you."
She immediately stood up straight, closed her eyes, and quietly recalled the past.
At that moment, she heard a slightly aged voice.
"You really are a kind and kind lady."
Fors opened her eyes and turned her head, only to find that Mr. Lawrence from the House of Abraham had appeared there at some point in time. He was also holding a bouquet of simple yet elegant flowers in his hand.
"No, this is not kindness, nor kindness. Mrs. Aulisa once brought me an unforgettable period of warmth when I lost my mother," Fors said sincerely.
Her eyes suddenly became a little moist.
Lawrence only had some wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. As he put down the flowers, he sighed.
"This shows that you value friendship."
After chatting casually for a while, Fors was about to leave. Lawrence was waving his hand when he suddenly coughed violently.
Cough, cough, cough!
He coughed until his legs went weak, and he fell to the ground, as if he would suffocate to death at any moment.
As a doctor who had graduated from a formal academy, Fors did not hesitate to turn around, squat down, and start the first aid.
After a while, Lawrence's condition finally stabilized. He wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and smiled at Fors.
"Ma 'am, can you send me back to the hotel?"
"No problem." Fors helped him up.
Lawrence looked ahead, his eyes slightly out of focus. He coughed lightly and laughed in a half-sad, half-self-deprecating manner.
"My life may have come to an end …"
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