Lord of the Mysteries

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"Who?"

Klein was thinking about the original mysterious suicide and the unknown dangers that might be encountered. After hearing the sudden knock on the door, he subconsciously opened the drawer, took the revolver out, and asked with vigilance.

Quiet for two seconds outside the door, with a slightly pointed voice shouting in the Akhova cavity:

"I, Mountbatten, Beech. Mountbatten."

The voice paused and added:

"Policemen."

Beech Mombaton... As the name got into the ear, Klein immediately thought of its corresponding owner.

It was one of the police officers responsible for the apartment block. It was a rude and brutal man. However, perhaps only such a person could shake the drunks, thieves, part-time thieves and villains, and rogues.

The unique voice is one of his labels.

"Okay, I am coming soon!" Klein replied loudly.

He had intended to throw the revolver back into the drawer, but he thought that the police outside would not know why, and there might be a search and other actions, so he carefully ran to the stove where the fire had already been extinguished and put the pistol in.

Then he picked up the small basket of coal, shook a few pieces into the furnace, covered it on the gun, and finally placed the kettle on the top to cover everything.

Doing all this, he sorted out the clothes, quickly approached the door, and opened the side with a vague saying:

"Sorry, just taking a nap."

Outside the door stood four policemen wearing black and white uniforms and wearing badges, and the beach with a brown and yellow hustle and bustle, and a snoring, and a cough, said to Klein:

"The three police officers have something to ask you."

police officer? Klein looked at the shoulders of the other three in a reflexive manner and found that the two had three silver hexagonal stars, two of which had a look that was superior to Beech-Mount Barton, who had only three V-shaped labels.

As a history student, Klein has no research on the police badge level. He only knows that Beechmont is often showing off that he is a senior sheriff.

So, those three are inspectors? Influenced by the words of his classmates Benson and Welch, Klein still knows a little common sense. He let his body open and point to the inside of the house:

"Please come in. I don't know what it is?"

The first of the three police officers was a middle-aged man with a sharp gaze as if he could see through the soul and could not help but be afraid. His eyes were wrinkled and the edges of his hat were light brown hair. He looked at the room and asked himself. Road:

"Do you know Welch McGovern?"

"What happened to him?" Kline’s heart trembled and asked.

"I am asking you." The majestic middle-aged police officer looked very stunned.

The police officer who also wears a Samsung badge next to him looks at Klein and smiles gently:

"Don't be nervous, we just ask by convention."

The police officer is about 30, his nose is tall and straight, and the gray scorpion gives a deep sensation that is hard to describe, just like the lake in the old forest.

Klein secretly took a breath and organized the language:

"If you are a graduate of Hoy University, Welch McGovern from Conston, then I know that we are classmates, follow the same mentor, and a senior associate professor of Quentin Cohen."

In the kingdom of Luen, "professor" is not only a title, but also a position, just like the combination of a professor and a department head on the earth. That is to say, a university department can only have one professor, and an associate professor wants to turn "positive". ", can only wait for the boss to retire, or squeeze the other side by strength.

In view of the need to retain talents, after many years of exploration, the Kingdom Higher Education Commission has joined senior associate professors in the three-level system of lecturers, associate professors and professors, giving Mr. and Mrs. who have high academic qualifications or senior qualifications but cannot become professors. We.

Having said that, Klein looked at the eyes of the middle-aged police officer and considered it for a second:

"To be honest, our relationship is not bad. During this time, I and him, and Naya, often meet, interpret and discuss the "Quaternary" literature he got, a note, police officer, what happened to him. ?"

The middle-aged police officer did not answer, but looked at his ashamed companion.

The gentleman who wears a badge and a general officer, Wen Wen, replied:

"I am sorry, Mr. Welch has passed away."

"How come?" Although there was some hunch, Klein couldn't help but scream.

Is Welch dead like the original owner of the body?

This is a bit scary!

"What about Nana?" Klein hurriedly asked.

"Ms. Naja also passed away." The ashes police officer said calmly. "They both died in Mr. Welch's residence."

"Killed?" Klein vaguely had speculation.

Maybe it is suicide...

The ashes police officer shook his head:

"No, from the traces of the scene, they are suicide. Mr. Welch hit the wall with his head, hit a lot, hit the wall full of blood, Ms. Naja drowned herself in a basin, um, use The kind to wash your face."

"It's impossible..." Klein couldn't help but imagine the strange scene.

The girl crouched on the chair, buried her face in a washbasin filled with water, brown hair softly draped, shaking with the wind, the whole person did not move; Welch fell to the ground, eyes staring at the ceiling, forehead Completely smashed, all over the blood, and the traces of the wall being hit one after another, bloody...

The ashes of the assaulted the police officer’s mouth and moved:

"We think so too, but the autopsy results and the situation on the scene have ruled out factors such as drugs and external forces. They, I mean, Mr. Welch and Ms. Naya have no signs of resistance."

Not waiting for Klein to speak again, he stepped into the room and asked casually:

"When was the last time you saw Mr. Welch or Ms. Naya?"

He said with his eyes that there are two silver star companions.

It was a young police officer who looked almost the same size as Klein. He was black and green, looks good, and has a romantic temperament.

When he heard the question, Klein thought sharply and thought, answering:

"It should be June 26th, we jointly read a new note, and then I went home to prepare for the 30th interview, um, interviews with the history department of the University of Tingen."

The city of Tingen is known as the University City, with two universities, Tingen and Hoy, technical schools, barrister schools, and business schools, second only to the capital, Beckland.

When he had just finished speaking, he saw the young police officer walked over to the desk and picked up the "notes" that were more like a diary.

bad! Forgot to hide it! Klein shouted shortly: "You!"

The young police officer smiled at him but did not stop looking at the notes, and the ashes police officer explained:

"This is a necessary program."

At this time, Beechmont Barton and the majestic middle-aged police officers were just watching, without interjecting, without assisting in the search.

What is your search warrant? Klein had planned to ask such questions, but he thought about it carefully. The judicial system of the Kingdom of Lun did not seem to have evolved such a search warrant. At least he did not know if there was any. After all, even the police team was established for fifteen or six years.

In the original childhood, it was also called the Sheriff.

Klein couldn't stop it, watching the young police officers quickly flip through "his own notes," and the ashes police officers did not ask questions.

"What strange thing?" The young police officer turned to the end and spoke openly. "And, what does this mean? "Everyone will die, including me."

Except for the gods, is it not common sense for everyone to die? Klein was originally prepared to argue, but suddenly he thought that he had intended to "connect with the police" in order to guard against the dangers that might be encountered. It was just that there was no reason and no excuses.

In less than a second, he made a decision and held his forehead with his hand, answering painfully:

"I don't know, I really don't know... After I woke up this morning, I felt that I was not quite right. I seemed to have forgotten something, especially the part that happened in recent days. I don't even know why I should write such a sentence. ”

Sometimes, frankness is the best way to solve problems. Of course, it is frank to talk about skills. What can be said can not be said on one hand, which ones are said first and then what to say is another.

As a "keyboard" expert, Klein also studied a bit of speech.

"The ridiculous! Are you a fool when we are?" Beachy Mombaton angered and interrupted, he couldn't help it.

This lie is too bad, it is simply insulting the IQ of yourself and others!

You are mentally ill, and it’s better than losing your memory!

"Really." Klein calmly responded to the eyes of Mountbatten and the middle-aged police officer.

This can't really be true.

"Maybe it's really possible." At this time, the ashes police officer slowly opened his mouth.

what? This is believed? Klein himself was surprised.

The ashes police officer smiled and looked at him:

"I will come to an expert in two days, believe me, she should be able to help you recall the lost memories."

expert? Help with memories? In the field of psychology? Klein frowned.

Hey, what if you make memories of my planet? He suddenly felt a toothache.

The young police officer put down his notes and searched the desk and the room again. Fortunately, he focused on the books and did not mention the kettle.

"Well, Mr. Klein, thank you for your cooperation. In recent days, you'd better not leave Tingen. If necessary, please inform the Mountbatten police officer, otherwise you will become a fugitive." The ashes officer finally snarled.

Is this over? Today is coming to an end? No more questions, then investigate and investigate? Or will I take it back to the police station for punishment? Klein was in awe.

However, he also wanted to solve the weird event that Welch brought, and nodded:

"no problem."

The police officers quit the room in turn, and the young man at the end patted Klein’s shoulders:

"Great, very lucky."

"What?" Klein looked confused.

The poet's temperament green police officer smiled slightly:

"In general, it is normal for all parties to die in the event of such an incident."

"We are very happy and lucky to see that you are still alive."

When he finished, he walked out of the room and closed the door with great education.

Is it normal to die all? Glad that I am still alive? Fortunately, I am still alive?

On the afternoon of June, Klein was chilling.