When he thought of the possibility of the Devil dog's owner, Klein immediately changed his strategy and recounted the process of him getting to know Eichinger Stanton because of the serial murders.
In addition, he also took the initiative to mention that Eichinger Stanton had organized a group of detectives to investigate the serial murders and had successfully received a portion of the bounty.
"In that commission, although I only provided some ideas, well, in the professional terminology of the private detective industry, I provided advice, I was still deemed by Mr. Stanton to have made the greatest contribution, so I received the most bounty," Klein concluded.
The two police officers in charge of the interrogation recorded the situation and asked if anyone could prove the above. Klein gave the names and addresses of Stuart, Kaslana, and the other private detectives.
"Very good, Mr. Moriarty. Your answer is sufficiently detailed." A police officer stopped writing and asked, "How long did you stay at Eichinger Stanton's house today? I mean from the time you entered to the time we discovered you. "
Klein thought for a moment, and without consulting Lawyer Jurgen, he directly replied, "That's right.
He directly replied, "About two to three minutes."
What he said was his true personal feelings.
Another police officer raised his eyebrows.
"Many residents nearby can confirm that you entered Eichinger Stanton's house at around 2: 10 in the afternoon, and we arrived at the scene at 2: 28 in the afternoon. That is to say, you stayed in the house for about eighteen minutes, not two to three minutes!
"What were you doing for such a long period of time? Why didn't you leave or call the police? "
Eighteen minutes have passed? Klein suddenly frowned.
He felt that he had been in a stalemate with the person who was silently watching him for a minute at most. How did eighteen minutes pass?
Is it the strange feeling of being watched that messed up my grasp of time, or is there something else? Is this the other party's Beyonder powers? If he really is the owner of the Devil dog, he's at least a Sequence 6, probably a Sequence 5 … As Klein pondered, Jurgen leaned forward, ready to accuse the police of misleading him.
This wasn't a sufficient reason. He only wanted to use this method to interrupt the rhythm of the interrogation and delay the question that was obviously disadvantageous to him.
At this moment, Klein raised his hand and rubbed his temples.
"What I just said is all true. In my personal perception, I only entered Detective Eichinger Stanton's house for two to three minutes."
At this point, he emphasized,
"Yes, in my opinion."
The two officers looked at each other and wrote down this point.
After a brief silence, the police officer who had just asked the question said,
"During those eighteen minutes, a servant who had returned from outside rang the doorbell. No one answered, so he looked in through the oriel window and saw the body parts all over the floor and you standing in the living room doorway.
"He was terrified and ran to the police station like a madman to report the incident. Many passers-by and some residents could confirm this."
Klein ignored Lawyer Jurgen's gaze and shook his head.
"I didn't hear the doorbell."
The two police officers looked at each other again and didn't make any comments. They just took notes.
They asked a few more questions about other details, and Klein, who had never done anything, answered all of them honestly.
Towards the end, he couldn't help but ask in concern,
"Did you find Detective Eichinger Stanton? I didn't see a corpse in the living room. He should still be alive … "
A police officer tapped the table with his pen and said, "This is also something we are very puzzled about.
"That's also something we're very puzzled about. The entire house only has signs of a fight in the activity room. Furthermore, the windows are tightly shut and haven't been opened for days. As you know, this is very normal in Backlund's autumn and winter.
"However, the attacker and Mr. Eichinger Stanton strangely left the room. We don't know where they went. We didn't find any clues in the rest of the house or its surroundings. We didn't even find any traces of blood."
Without waiting for Klein to speak, he answered his own question.
"You definitely want to talk about the living room door and the front door, but many people have confirmed that there was no chase in the vicinity, nor was there anyone taking hostages or leaving with a corpse."
Maybe it really happened in the middle of the night? Maybe they went through the wall? Klein silently provided other possibilities in his heart and prayed silently.
May the Goddess bless Detective Eichinger Stanton and allow him to escape this calamity.
The Evernight Goddess was the Empress of Misfortune and Fear.
After the interrogation, Klein was handcuffed to a small room, and the police department sent someone to follow Lawyer Jurgen to 15 Minsk Street to retrieve the letter and evidence.
It wasn't until the evening that Klein was finally granted bail for 50 pounds.
"This is much more expensive than the last time. It would be difficult for an ordinary private detective to fork out so much cash in such a short period of time." After leaving the Chissak police station, Klein tightened the collar of his woolen coat and grumbled to Lawyer Jurgen.
Jurgen maintained his professional and serious expression.
"The last time was in your favor, but this time, there are many suspicious points pointing at you."
As he called for the rental carriage to stop, he turned his head solemnly and glanced at Klein.
"Sherlock, I'm your lawyer. Before you answer the police's questions, it's best if you communicate with me, even if it's just a look.
"Don't speak carelessly just because you think there's no problem. It's easy for an untrained person to leave a loophole in their words."
This … I'm already used to making up my own stories and solving my own problems … Klein recalled what had just happened and laughed dryly.
"Alright, I'll be careful."
Jurgen didn't say anything else and boarded the carriage.
Klein sat opposite him and thought about the attack on Detective Eichinger Stanton.
As he thought about it, he suddenly heard his stomach growl.
It's already half an hour past the normal dinner time … Klein took out his gold pocket watch and opened it.
He didn't plan on wasting any more energy preparing food and began to consider which restaurant was worth looking forward to.
At this moment, Jurgen raised his eyelids.
"I've already asked my grandmother to prepare dinner for three."
"How can I accept that?" Klein was taken aback for a moment before he smiled. "Mrs. Doris's cooking is always something to look forward to."
...
By the time the two of them returned to Cherwood Borough's Minsk Street, the sky was already dark. The light from the gas lamps was even brighter than the faint crimson moon in the sky.
After having dinner at Jurgen's house and stroking the cat, Klein paced back to the outside of Unit 15 in the cold and humid air.
He habitually rummaged through the mail box and took out a copy of the Baekeland Evening News that had just arrived.
Klein opened the door and entered the house with the newspaper in hand. Just as he put down his cane, he suddenly felt that something was amiss.
His spiritual intuition as a Seer told him that a stranger had entered his house!
Was it the police who came to collect evidence? Klein looked around warily and suddenly noticed a letter on the coffee table.
There should only be a newspaper there!
Klein entered the living room, wary of any attacks, and approached the coffee table. During the entire process, the surroundings were silent, without the slightest abnormality.
After looking down at the letter, Klein first took out his black gloves and put them on before picking it up and opening it.
Inside the envelope was a thin piece of paper. After opening it, a dark red color immediately reflected in Klein's eyes, and a faint smell of blood lingered in his nose.
On the letter, there was a line of words written in the solidified blood:
"All of you will die!"
Is this … really the owner of the Devil dog? He's taking revenge on the people involved in the death of his subordinates? He's really bullying the weak and fearing the strong. Why didn't he directly seek out the Nighthawks in charge of the cleansing operation? Klein's heart tightened as many thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.
However, he quickly denied his complaints. It was the most normal choice for revenge to start with someone he could deal with. It was just like how he had never thought of looking for Ince Zangwill in the few months he had been in Baekeland, but he had been relentlessly pursuing Lanevus.
After looking around again, Klein gradually felt that the matter was a little confusing.
Isn't he afraid of being ambushed by the officials by taking revenge in such a flamboyant manner? Is this the acting requirement of his potion?
Or could it be that because of Detective Eichinger Stanton's escape, he knows that he can no longer secretly eliminate the targets one by one, so he can only change his method. But this method is meaningless, right?
Also, when I was at Detective Stanton's house, he had clearly locked onto me and was watching me the entire time. Why didn't he take action? Would he have any qualms about an ordinary private detective like me?
No, that's impossible … He knows that I'm a Beyonder? It's possible that because of the side effect of getting lost with the Master Key, I met the Devil dog directly. It saw my appearance and figure. Although I was disguised to a certain extent, I don't know if a Devil can see through it …
Perhaps, after that incident, it presented itself to its owner in some way …
But, I couldn't even defeat the Devil dog back then and could only flee in a sorry state. What does he have to worry about? Unless he's worried about something else, such as Eichinger Stanton, who's hiding nearby due to his injuries?
He wrote me in such a flamboyant manner because he believes that an unaffiliated Beyonder like me would definitely not dare to seek help from the officials?
With a mind full of questions, Klein inspected the house and went all the way to the second floor.
When he opened the bedroom door, another letter jumped into his eyes.
This letter lay quietly on the desk, as if it had been waiting for a long time.
Klein picked up the letter and opened it gently. He saw a line of words outlined in dark red blood.
"You're next."
Next … How arrogant … Klein couldn't help but sigh.
At that moment, he suddenly felt something. He raised his head and looked out the window.
Opposite him were a few two-story houses, each lit up.
The glow of the gas street lamps shone on their outer walls, forming areas of light and darkness.
Suddenly, the shadows in those areas squirmed and twisted, forming a black shadow in a well-ironed tuxedo.
The shadow raised its right hand, formed the shape of a gun, and pointed at Klein.
Then, it retracted its arm and blew at the "muzzle."
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