This wasn't the first time Klein had seen a familiar person die in front of him, but it was the most sudden and unforeseen. His mind still seemed to have the lingering image of Talim Dumont's expression when he asked what it felt like to truly like someone. It was a vivid expression of hidden excitement and flaunting, but due to certain factors, he couldn't directly share it. He had to be careful.
It was too fast … Normal diseases wouldn't cause death so quickly! With a solemn expression, Klein tapped his molars and activated his Spirit Vision.
With one knee on the ground, he crouched down and saw Talim Dumont's aura and emotional colors rapidly disappear.
At the location of his tightly covered heart, wisps of black gas coiled around it like snakes and gradually dimmed.
An extraordinary method similar to a curse? Klein instantly made a preliminary judgment.
At this moment, an attendant in a red vest and a maid in a black and white dress nearby ran over. They looked at the dead man on the ground with his eyes wide open and white foam at the corner of his mouth.
Klein closed his eyes and ordered in a deep voice,
"Go to the nearby police station and tell them that someone died here."
"Yes, Mr. Moriarty." The red-vested attendant immediately turned around and ran out the door. He was so flustered that he forgot to put on his coat.
Under everyone's gaze, Klein didn't check Talim's belongings, nor did he attempt to pluck out a few strands of hair so that he could attempt divination when no one was around.
His identity was already considered half-official and half-underground, so he could use the power of the Machinery Hivemind to carry out follow-up investigations. There was no need for him to be a lone hero.
Thinking of the many times he had played cards with Talim Dumont, the client and investor he had introduced to him, and the romance story that had been on his mind for a long time, Klein couldn't help but let out a long and slow sigh.
"Who is Talim's murderer?
Which Beyonder who's good at curses did Talim offend?
"Looking at his behavior today, he should be in a very happy and peaceful state. He doesn't seem to be aware that he has provoked a terrifying person …"
Questions flashed through Klein's mind, but because he didn't understand Talim Dumont well enough, he lacked the soil to generate inspiration.
When the police arrived, as a witness, he was questioned, which delayed a lot of time.
Only after everything was done did Klein have the chance to leave Hillston Borough and head to Lucky Bar in the Baekeland Bridge area.
Carlson was still drinking there, just that the strong distilled liquor brewed from pure malt was replaced with golden colored and bubbling beer.
Klein raised his right hand and pinched his mouth. He leaned over and rapped the table.
"Your job is to drink here every day?"
Carlson jumped in fright. When he turned his head and saw that it was Sherlock, Moriarty relaxed.
"You … What do you want?"
This reaction is very familiar … Klein sighed silently and said solemnly,
"There's a case involving a Beyonder."
Carlson immediately looked around and found that there were already many customers in the Lucky Bar. They were either holding a glass of wine and shouting loudly, or they were eager to go to the boxing ring to fight.
"Let's go, let's play a round of billiards." Carlson pushed up his thick glasses and took his beer to an empty billiards room.
Klein followed closely behind and skillfully closed the door.
"You seem to be a good drinker," he said casually.
"No, I'm just a slow drinker." Carlson put down his glass and picked up his cue stick.
Then, he added for some baffling reason.
"Besides, I've been wanting to be alone recently."
I don't care about that … Klein pursed his lips and said, "I encountered a death at the Quelaag Club in Hillston Borough.
"I encountered a death at the Quelaag Club in Hillston Borough. It was a friend of mine, a descendant of a noble family and an equestrian teacher. He was usually very healthy, and his mental state had been very good recently, but he suddenly died in front of me. It looked like a sudden heart attack, but my Spirit Vision told me that he might have been cursed."
"You're good at Spirit Vision?" Carlson subconsciously asked.
What specific situation did Mr. Stanton fabricate for me? After becoming an informant for the Machinery Hivemind, they didn't ask me which pathway or Sequence I'm a Beyonder of, nor did they inquire about my origins or background … Of course, letting informants keep a certain amount of their secrets is also a strategy often used by official organizations … Klein replied frankly, "I don't know.
"Yes, the dead man's chest had some illusory black gas that was fading quickly."
"Indeed, it might involve curses and Beyonders." Carlson didn't ask any further. He slowly nodded and said, "Hillston Borough … This is within the jurisdiction of our Machinery Hivemind."
In the northwest region of Baekeland, which was also the core area of this metropolis, Empress Borough and Cherwood Borough belonged to the Mandated Punishers, while West Borough and North Borough belonged to the Nighthawks. Hillston Borough and Baekeland Bridge were managed by the Machinery Hivemind.
At this point, Carlson looked at Klein and sought confirmation.
"Which god does your friend believe in?"
After thinking carefully for a few seconds, Klein answered hesitantly,
"Stormlord."
"A believer of the Stormlord … He's the only one who died?" Carlson asked with a frown.
"Yes," Klein gave an affirmative answer.
Carlson rubbed the tip of the cue stick and exhaled.
"We have no right to take over. This is the domain of the Mandated Punishers.
"However, I will pass on the information you submitted to them."
In the Kingdom of Rouen, the jurisdiction of Beyonder matters was first divided according to faith. If it involved the believers of multiple Churches and deities, it would be determined according to the jurisdiction.
Klein was no stranger to this. He had no intention of making things difficult for Carlson, so he sincerely said, "Thank you.
I hope they can find the real murderer as soon as possible. "
Carlson picked up the glass of wine beside him and drank a mouthful.
"He's a descendant of a noble. The Mandated Punishers will definitely take him seriously."
After pausing for a second, he sized up Klein and said in a deep voice,
"It's hard for me to believe that you've only been in Baekeland for three months.
"You seem to have established a wide network of contacts here and have a lot of resources."
"Some people are naturally good at this." Klein shook his head in a self-deprecating manner as he bade farewell and left.
When he returned to Minsk Street, the sky had already turned completely dark. The gas street lamps were lit up by the staff.
Although his relationship with Talim Dumont wasn't considered deep, he was still an acquaintance that Klein would meet almost once a week. He was a friend that he would gather to play cards with every now and then. Furthermore, Talim was rather enthusiastic. He kept praising Detective Moriarty and introduced him to commissions and investments.
His death also made Klein feel sad, filled with helplessness towards fate.
Apart from that, he also felt a lot of anger, anger at the person who cursed him.
I hope I can figure out what's going on. I hope that the Mandated Punishers aren't short on manpower because of the assassination of the Duke Of Negan … Klein sighed, got out of the carriage, and walked towards his door.
During this process, he noticed that the Sammers' house next door had no lights.
It looks like they're on the way to Desi Bay … Is this the new year atmosphere in Baekeland? And I don't feel anything at all … Klein felt a little wistful.
With such emotions, he went to bed early and woke up at the sound of seven o 'clock.
In order to change his mood, Klein decided to try making a homemade cake today.
"I'll buy the ingredients after breakfast," he whispered, drank his milk, and flipped through the newspapers.
Soon, he saw an "obituary" in the Tussock Times:
"My beloved son, Talim Dumont, died on December 18th due to a sudden heart disease. His funeral will be held on December 21st at 9 am at the Crown Cemetery. This is the obituary notice."
In the Northern Continent, due to reasons such as zombies, it had become an ancient tradition. It was to bury the dead as soon as possible. Of course, the premise was that there was no lack of money.
A sudden heart disease? Is this the final outcome of the investigation? Or could it be that the Mandated Punishers are deliberately numbing the real culprit? Klein frowned, unable to make a judgment.
Perhaps I can head above the gray fog to divine if it's a trap set by the Mandated Punishers, but there's a high chance of failure. After all, I don't have any personal items, and it's not targeting me … He took a deep breath, calmed down, and methodically filled his stomach.
The subsequent attempts didn't exceed Klein's expectations. He had no choice but to leave Minsk Street and take a bus to Hillston to visit Eichinger Stanton.
The great detective walked in the warm room and pointed ahead.
"Sherlock, do you want breakfast? My chef is no worse than me. "
"No, I've already had breakfast." Klein shook his head and declined the offer.
Isengard stopped in his tracks and asked casually,
"Where are you going for New Year's? I'm going back to, no, to Lenburg. "
"It's not confirmed yet. Maybe it's Midseashire," Klein said perfunctorily.
"The scenery there used to be pretty good, but unfortunately, it's rich in coal and iron resources. Shipping is also quite developed." Eichinger straightened his collar and touched the pipe in his pocket. "You seem a little anxious?"
"Mr. Stanton, I have something to consult you about." Klein took the opportunity to describe Talim Dumont's death, the results of his Spirit Vision, the process of providing advice to the Machinery Hivemind, and this morning's obituary.
Of course, he concealed the fact that he had become a Machinery Hivemind informant. He only said that he had found an official Beyonder he knew from the Desire Apostle case for his friend.
"Do you think this is a trap set by the Mandated Punishers?" he finally asked.
Eichinger held his pipe and muttered, "I've always been trying my best to avoid the Mandated Punishers.
"I've always been trying my best to avoid the Mandated Punishers, but I don't know enough about the corresponding situation.
"I'll get someone to ask around. If there's any news, I'll write to you."
"Alright, thank you." Klein bowed sincerely.
In the evening, he received a letter specially sent by Isengard. There was only one sentence in the letter:
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