Lord of the Mysteries

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This is not the first time that Klein saw a familiar person dying in front of him, but it was the most sudden and no warning. His mind still seemed to have the meaning of Tallim Dumont’s just asking about the true taste of a person. Expression, it is a kind of vivid expression that has the potential to be excited and show off, but it cannot be shared directly due to certain factors.

Too fast... normal disease won't cause death so quickly! Klein's expression was so condensed as water, and his teeth were opened.

He landed on one knee and squatted down, seeing the gas field and emotional color of Tallim Dumont disappearing.

The heart position that is tightly held is entangled in black air, like a snake, and gradually dimmed.

An extraordinary means like a curse? Klein made a preliminary judgment in an instant.

At this time, the waiter wearing the red vest and the nearby black-and-white skirt maid ran to the horror, watching the eyes of the earth with a rounded, rounded corner of the dead.

Klein closed his eyes and screamed:

"Go to the nearby police station and tell them that someone is dead here."

"Yes, Mr. Moriarty." The red vest waiter immediately turned and ran outside the door, panicking and even forgot to wear the jacket.

Under the gaze of a gaze, Klein did not check Talim's belongings, nor tried to pull off a few hairs, so that no one would try to divination.

His identity is already semi-official and semi-underground. It is entirely possible to carry out follow-up investigations with the help of the "mechanical heart". There is no need to be a lonely hero.

Thinking of the scene of playing cards with Tallim Dumont many times, thinking about the entrusting person and investor introduced by the other party, thinking of the romance story that made me remember for a long time to have an answer, Klein could not help but long and slow. Sighed.

"Who is the murderer of Talim?

"Thalim has offended someone who is good at cursing?

"Looking at today's performance, he should be in a state of very happy and stable, completely unaware of the horror of the horrible characters..."

One question flashed in Klein's mind, but he lacked the inspirational soil because he didn't know much about Tlime Dumont.

When the police arrived, he acted as an eyewitness and accepted the inquiry, delaying a lot of time.

Until all this was done, Klein had the opportunity to leave the Hillston area and head to the "Lucky" bar in the Beckland Bridge area.

Carlson still drinks there, but replaces the strong distilled liquor made from pure malt with the golden-colored foam.

Klein raised his right hand and squeezed his mouth half a squat. He leaned over and tapped the desk:

“Your job is to drink here every day?”

Carlson was shocked and saw that Sherlock Morietti relaxed.

"You... what's the matter?"

This kind of reaction is very familiar... Klein silently sighs and said:

"There is a case involving an extraordinary person."

Carlson immediately looked around and found that there were already many guests in the "Lucky" bar at this time. They either shouted with a glass of wine or eagerly wanted to go to the boxing ring.

"Go, play a game of billiards." Carlson pushed down the heavy glasses and took the beer to an empty billiard room.

Klein followed closely and expertly closed the door.

"Your amount of wine seems to be very good." He said casually.

"No, I just drank slowly." Carlson dropped the glass and picked up the club.

Then he inexplicably added one sentence:

"And I recently wanted to be alone."

I don't care about this... Klein licked his lips:

"I met a death at the Craig Club in Hillston. It was my friend, a descendant of aristocrats, an equestrian teacher. He is usually very healthy. He has recently had a very good mental state, but he just died. In front of me, it looks like a sudden heart disease, but my vision tells me that he may have been cursed."

"You are good at spiritual?" Carlson subconsciously asked.

What specific circumstances did Mr. Stanton have created for me? After becoming the informant of "Mechanical Heart", they did not ask which way I was the extraordinary person, and did not inquire about my origins and origins... Of course, let the informants keep certain secrets of their own. It is also a strategy often used by official organizations... Kline responded calmly:

"Yes, there is some faint illusion in the chest of the deceased."

"It may indeed involve curses, involving extraordinary people." Carlson did not ask more, nodded slowly, "Hilston District... This is within the jurisdiction of our 'Mechanical Heart'."

In the northwestern region of Beckland, which is the core area of ​​this metropolis, Queens and Jowood are vested in “the punitive”, and the West and North are the “nights”, Hillston and Beckland Bridges. The area is managed by the “heart of the machine”.

Speaking of this, Carlson looked to Klein and asked:

"Which **** does your friend believe in?"

After thinking about it for a few seconds, Klein answered with a little hesitation:

"The Lord of the Storm."

"The believer of ‘The Lord of the Storm’...only one of his dead?” Carlson asked with a frown.

"Yes." Klein gave a positive answer.

Carlson took the top of the club and spit out his breath:

"We have no right to take over, this is the field of ‘the punisher’.

"But I will pass on the information you submitted to them."

In the Kingdom of Rou, the principle of jurisdiction for extraordinary events is that they are first divided by faith. If more than one believer of many churches is involved, it is determined by jurisdiction.

Klein is no stranger to this, and he is not interested in Carlsen. He sincerely said:

"Thank you, I hope they can find the real murderer as soon as possible"

Carlson picked up the wine glass next to him and drank:

"That is a descendant of aristocrats, and the penalty will definitely be valued."

After a pause, he looked at Klein and said:

"I can hardly believe that you came to Beckland for more than three months.

“You seem to have built a wide network of contacts here, with lots of resources.”

"Some people are naturally good at this." Klein shook his head and laughed and left.

When he returned to Minsk Street, the sky was completely darkened and the gas lamps were lit up by the staff.

Although the relationship with Tallim Dumont is not deep, but he is also an acquaintance that Klein meets almost every week, is a friend who will get together to play cards every three and a half, and Talim is very enthusiastic. The Moriatti detective has been touted and the commission and investment have been introduced.

His death also made Klein feel sad and full of helplessness for fate.

In addition, he still has a lot of anger, the anger of cursing the murderer.

"I hope I can figure out what is going on. I hope that the ‘the punisher’ will not be enough because the Duke of Nigan is assassinated...” Klein sighed and walked down the carriage and went to his own door.

In the process, he found that there was no light in the Samuel home next door.

"It seems that they are on their way to Desi Bay... Is this the Bakerland's New Year atmosphere? And I have no feeling at all..." Klein was a little embarrassed.

With such emotions, he slept early and woke up in the bell at seven o'clock.

In order to change his mood, Klein decided to try homemade cakes today.

"I used to buy food when I used breakfast." He whispered, drank milk, and flipped through the newspaper.

Soon, he saw an "obscenity" in the "Taxok":

"Aizi Tallim Dumont died on December 18 due to a sudden heart attack. His funeral will be held at the Crown Cemetery at 9 am on December 21, and I am hereby accused."

——In the northern continent, an ancient tradition has been formed because of the corpse and other reasons, that is, it will be buried as soon as possible after death. Of course, the premise is that there is no shortage of money in this respect.

Sudden heart disease? Is this the final result of the investigation? Or is it that "the punisher" deliberately numbs? Klein frowned and couldn't judge.

Maybe you can go to the fog to see if it is a trap for the "penalty", but the probability of failure is high. After all, there is neither a carry-on nor a self... I took a breath, calmed down, and methodically Fill your stomach.

Afterwards, the attempt was not beyond Klein's expectations. He had to leave Minsk Street and take a bus to the Hillston area to visit Essinger Stanton.

The big detective walked in the warm room and pointed to the front:

"Sherlock, are you going to have a breakfast? My chef's craft is no worse than me."

"No, I have used breakfast." Klein shook his head and declined the good intentions.

Essinger stopped and asked casually:

"Where are you going to spend the New Year? I am going back, no, go to Rumburg."

"I haven't finalized yet, maybe it's a sea." Klein perfunctored.

“The scenery there was originally very good, but the coal and iron resources are abundant, and the shipping is quite developed.” Essinger took down the neckline and touched the pipe in his pocket. “You seem to be anxious?”

"Mr. Stanton, I have something to ask you." Klein took advantage of the death of Tallim Dumont, his own spiritual results, the advice to the "heart of the machine" and the completeness of this morning. The whole description is repeated.

Of course, he concealed the fact that he has become a "mechanical heart" informant, only to say that for the sake of friends, he found the official extraordinary who met in the "desire apostles" case.

“Do you think this is a trap for the ‘damper’?” he finally asked.

Essinger said with a pipe, sinking into it:

"I have been working hard to avoid punitives and I don't know enough about the situation.

"I will ask someone to ask, if there is news, write to tell you."

"Okay, thank you." Klein sincerely bowed.

In the evening, he received a letter from Essinger who sent a special letter. There is only one sentence in the letter:

“This case was not dealt with by the ‘the punisher’, and the royal family took the case in the name of Talimu Dumont, a descendant of the nobles.”