Klein nodded and said, "Alright, but I still don't know what my mission is."
"A mission that isn't dangerous. At least, there aren't any signs of danger yet."
"A mission that isn't dangerous. At least, there aren't any signs of danger yet." Dunn emphasized the main point before saying, "This is a case that was transferred from the Golden Indus District Police Station. The famous philanthropist, Sir Deweyville, has been subjected to strange harassment for a month. But be it his bodyguards, the security personnel he hired, or the police, none of them have been able to find the culprit. Inspector Tolle, who is in charge of this matter, suspects that it has something to do with Beyonder powers, so he handed it over to us."
I saw Sir Deweyville in the library and noticed that he was in a bad mood and was mentally weak. So it's because he was harassed … Klein frowned.
"What kind of harassment?"
This matter hadn't caused any actual harm, so it couldn't be considered dangerous.
"Sir Deweyville hears cries and moans every night, no matter where he sleeps. Regardless of whether he's in Tingen or not, it makes his sleep quality very poor." Dunn flipped through the information in his hand and said, "He visited a psychiatrist and asked his butler and servants to confirm that it wasn't a hallucination. Therefore, he suspects that someone was harassing him."
Closing the document, Dunn looked up at Klein.
"Change into your probationary inspector uniform in the break room and meet up with Inspector Tolle at the Shooting Club. He will give you more details."
"Probationary inspector uniform?" Klein subconsciously asked.
Dunn rubbed his forehead and smiled.
"Half of our salary is paid by the police department. The title of probationary inspector doesn't only exist in the files. When you first met me and Leonard, we were also wearing uniforms. This is a perk that every official team member has. Yes, the perk that Rosell The Great mentioned. "
It's a pity I can't wear it normally. Otherwise, I would have an extra set of clothes to change into … Klein picked up his cane, bowed, and bade farewell before leaving the Captain's office.
He went to the lounge diagonally opposite and saw a white checkered uniform with a black background and leather boots. The soft hat was inlaid with the coat of arms of "Two Crossed Swords and a Crown", and on the shoulder was an insignia of black and white interlaced with a silver star.
"This is a probationary inspector?" Klein glanced at it and found a string of inconspicuous numbers below the silver stars on the epaulet: 06-254.
At present, he had a preliminary understanding of the police hierarchy in the Kingdom of Rouen. He understood that at the top were the Minister of Police and the Chief Police Secretary. Below them were the Superintendents, Deputy Superintendents, and Assistant Superintendents of the various police departments. In the middle were the Superintendents and Inspectors, and at the bottom were the Sergeants and Constables.
After closing the door, Klein took off his formal attire and hat and changed into the uniform.
After hanging up his clothes, he pushed the door open and entered the office of the clerical staff. He looked at the full-length mirror that Roshan had fought for.
The young man in the mirror had black hair and gentle brown eyes. His uniform made him look more heroic than usual.
"Not bad." Klein happily praised himself. He left his cane in the office, turned around, and walked out of the Blackthorn Security Company.
In his pocket, he had plenty of police badges and weapons permits.
…
In the lobby of the Shooting Club.
Klein saw Inspector Tolle because he was the only one wearing a police uniform.
Of course, I have to count myself in now … Klein added silently.
Inspector Tolle had two silver stars on his epaulet. His clothes were propped up by his stomach, and he had a thick brownish-yellow beard. He was tall but not imposing, or perhaps he had been imposing in the past.
"Moretti? Klein Moretti? "Tolle sized him up and greeted him with a smile.
"Nice to meet you, Inspector Tolle. I don't think you've mistaken me for someone else," Klein replied humorously. He raised his right hand, clasped his fingers, and bowed.
Tolle chuckled.
"I can tell that you're an easy-going young man. I'm relieved. Shall we go to Sir Deweyville's house now?"
Although his rank was higher than Klein's, there was an obvious hint of inquiry in his tone.
"No problem." Klein thought for a moment. "You can give me the details in the carriage."
"Alright." Tolle stroked his thick brownish-yellow beard and led Klein out of the Shooting Club. They boarded a carriage parked opposite.
The carriage had a coat of arms of "two crossed swords clustered around a crown." It was driven by a dedicated coachman.
"Sir Deweyville is a believer of the Goddess, so we transferred the case to you," Tolle impatiently informed them the moment he sat down.
"I know. Sir Deweyville is a frequent guest on the cover of newspapers and magazines," Klein said with a warm smile.
Tolle picked up the folder beside him, untied it, and pulled out the documents.
As he flipped through them, he said, "Regardless of whether you understand, I need to give you a detailed introduction."
"Sir Deweyville is one of the wealthiest people in Tingen. His business started with a lead and porcelain factory, and now, it has expanded into steel, coal, shipping, banking, and securities. He's also a great philanthropist praised by the king. He established the Deweyville Charity Foundation, the Deweyville Trust Company, and the Deweyville Library … He was conferred the title of a lord five years ago … If he were to run for mayor, I don't think anyone in Tingen would be his match."
"However, his goal is in Baekeland. He wants to become a member of the House of Lords. We once suspected that his harassment had something to do with this matter, but we couldn't find any clues."
Klein nodded slightly.
"I can't rule out that possibility, but I can't be sure of anything at the moment."
Tolle didn't dwell on the question and continued.
"Since the sixth of last month, Sir Deweyville has been hearing scalp-numbing moans of pain every night when he sleeps. It's like the struggles of a dying patient. He checked the surrounding rooms and didn't find anything out of the ordinary. The butler and servants also confirmed that there were indeed similar sounds, but the movements they heard were very soft."
"In the beginning, Sir Deweyville thought that the matter would pass quickly and didn't pay much attention to it. However, the moans of pain became more and more frequent. They would even appear during the day, and there were also heart-wrenching sobs."
"This caused Sir Deweyville to suffer from insomnia again and again. He had no choice but to leave Tingen and head to his villa in the countryside. However, it was to no avail. The moans and sobs continued to haunt him. Similarly, even when he headed to Baekeland, the matter didn't subside, but it wasn't as serious as before."
"He hired security personnel to investigate the surroundings, but they didn't find any clues. Our preliminary investigations were also fruitless."
"The torture that lasted more than a month pushed Sir Deweyville to the brink of a mental breakdown. He visited a psychiatrist again and again, but to no avail. He told us that if the problem couldn't be resolved within a week, he would move out of Tingen and head to Baekeland. He believed that there would definitely be someone there who could help him."
After listening to Tolle's description, Klein quickly analyzed the various possibilities.
Did he offend a Beyonder and get cursed?
That's not right. If it was a curse, the butler and servants wouldn't have heard it …
There's a Beyonder with an unknown motive hidden among the servants and bodyguards?
But the problem is that no one has made any requests of Sir Deweyville in the past month …
Perhaps Sir Deweyville was accidentally tainted by a "foul thing" like a vengeful spirit?
I can't rule out that possibility …
As Klein's thoughts ran wild, the carriage entered Golden Indus Borough and stopped at Sir Deweyville's door.
There was a flourishing garden surrounded by iron railings, a hollowed-out iron door with two statues erected on it, a fountain that constantly gushed out and bathed the marble statues, a two-story house that occupied a huge area, and a road that could fit three carriages side by side.
Sir Deweyville's house only has two stories … The newspaper said that Baekeland is trying to build tenstory-story apartment buildings … Klein got off the carriage and saw a policeman with three V's on his shoulder walk over quickly.
He glanced at Klein, raised his hand, and bowed.
"Good morning, sir!"
"Good morning." Klein nodded with a smile.
Tolle smiled and said, "This is Sergeant Gate.
"This is Sergeant Gate. You can order him if you need anything."
"This is Probationary Inspector Moretti, a history and psychology expert from the county police," Tolle introduced him to Gate.
… I can't afford it … Klein felt ashamed.
After exchanging pleasantries, Gate pointed to the two-story house behind the fountain.
"Sir Deweyville is waiting for us."
"Alright." Klein reached out to touch the revolver by his waist.
This was what he could rely on to deal with his enemies at the moment.
As he had changed into his police uniform, he could openly place his gun holster by his waist, making it easier for him to draw his weapon.
As they spoke, the trio walked along the wide path, circled around the fountain, and arrived outside the main door.
At that moment, a servant had already opened the door and was waiting respectfully.
Before they entered the house, Klein pretended to adjust his hat, pinched his glabella, and activated his Spirit Vision.
In the bright living room, the square-faced Sir Deweyville was rubbing his forehead. He appeared to be in low spirits. His dark blond hair and blue eyes were either dry or dim. He looked as though he had aged a full five years.
"Good morning, Sir Deweyville." Klein, Tolle, and Gate bowed in unison.
Sir Deweyville stood up and forced a smile in response.
"Good morning, officers. I hope you can resolve my troubles."
At that moment, Klein narrowed his eyes and frowned.
Apart from being in low spirits, he didn't notice anything wrong with Sir Deweyville.
That's strange … He thought for a moment and said,
He thought for a moment and said, "Sir, which room did you first hear the moaning in?"
"My bedroom." Sir Deweyville shook his head.
"Can we take a look?" Klein asked.
"Haven't you checked it a few times already?" the middle-aged butler beside him asked with a frown.
Clearly, he didn't recognize Klein as the companion of the kind-hearted person who had returned the money he picked up.
Klein smiled warmly.
"That's my colleague, not me."
"Sir, this is an expert sent by the police." Tolle seized the opportunity to introduce him.
Deweyville gave the young expert a deep look.
"Alright, Cullen. Bring them to my bedroom."
"Sir, I hope you can come with us," Klein said seriously.
Deweyville hesitated for a few seconds.
"If this can help solve the problem …"
As he spoke, he picked up his cane and walked towards the stairs with light steps. Cullen and a few bodyguards crowded around him, ready to support him at any moment.
Klein surveyed the area and followed silently but calmly.
One step, two steps, three steps … They arrived on the second floor and entered the master bedroom.
Before he could observe his surroundings, Klein's hair stood on end.
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