Secret: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

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Judging from the death of his assistant, who was shattered to pieces, this murder was considered very vicious. Therefore, Klein was interrogated for a longer time and the questions were more rigorous. However, with the company of a regular lawyer and Klein's own innocence, the interrogation went smoothly.

Klein took the initiative to tell the whole story about how he contacted Essinger and agreed on a meeting time. The police inspectors also successfully found the corresponding letters at his residence, but these things were not enough to dispel Klein's murder suspicion. Fortunately, the body of Isengard Stanton was not found in the mansion. As long as the victim can be successfully found and he can testify, things will turn around.

Thinking of this, Klein immediately said to the police officers: "Mr. Essinger Stanton and I were once hired by the Backlund Police Department to investigate previous serial murder cases."

"The murderer behind the serial murders committed crimes with brutal methods. Judging from Mr. Essinger's assistant and the victim, it is very likely that the murderer this time is related to the previous one. He may be an accomplice and come to avenge his companions."

These things came to his mind after seeing the "Legend of Demons in the Silveras Region" that fell to the floor in the living room. His intuition accurately grasped the connection between this matter and "the devil", so Only then did he think of calling Mr. Edward over when he notified Jurgen to come to get him.

When the police officer opened the door and went to his apartment to look for a letter, Klein looked outside and saw the fellow angel sitting upright on one side of the long corridor, with his head slightly lowered and his eyes closed, as if he was taking a nap. wait.

After all, you don't know when you will be able to leave the police station. The "devil" will not wait for you. The sooner the message is delivered, the better.

Therefore, Klein immediately changed his strategy and told in great detail the process of his acquaintance with Essinger Stanton due to the serial murder case.

In addition, he also took the initiative to mention that Essinger Stanton organized a group of detectives to investigate the serial murder case and successfully obtained part of the reward.

"In that commission, although I only gave some ideas, well, to use the professional terminology of the private detective industry, I provided consulting opinions, but I was still considered by Mr. Stanton to have made the greatest contribution, so I got the most. Bounty," Klein concluded.

The two police officers in charge of the interrogation recorded these situations and asked if anyone could prove the above. Klein gave the names and addresses of private investigators such as Stuart and Kaslana.

"Excellent, Mr. Moriarty, your answer is detailed enough." A police officer stopped his pen and asked, "How long have you been at Isengard Stanton's house today? I mean from the time you entered. until we discover it.”

Klein thought for a moment and answered directly without consulting Jurgen's lawyer: "Two to three minutes."

He was talking about real personal feelings.

Another police officer raised his eyebrows and said: "Many nearby residents can confirm that you entered Isengard Stanton's home at about 2:10 in the afternoon, and we arrived at the scene at 2:28 in the afternoon, which means , you were in the house for about eighteen minutes, not two to three minutes!"

"What on earth were you doing for such a long time? Why didn't you leave and call the police?"

Eighteen minutes passed? Klein suddenly frowned.

He felt that he and the silently watching person had been in a stalemate for at most a minute. How come a full eighteen minutes had passed?

This question was unfavorable to Klein and seemed a bit unreasonable. The accompanying lawyer Jurgen leaned forward slightly, trying to change the subject appropriately. But Klein was not afraid of the slanting shadow. He stopped Jurgen and spoke out his true feelings without any modification.

"I do feel like it was only two or three minutes."

He emphasized "his own feelings."

By the time the interrogation was over and all the evidence had been extracted, it was almost dark.

After struggling for so long, and finally being charged 50 pounds for bail, Klein was in a very unhappy mood.

After everything was over, it was already past dinner time. Jurgen originally wanted to invite Klein to his home as a guest, but considering that he had to tell Mr. Edward quickly about the devil, Klein reluctantly refused this delicious dinner. . Jurgen was not surprised when he heard this. He had guessed that the two of them had something important to communicate in private.

He was worried that Mrs. Doris was old and in poor health, and would be lonely at home, so he gave Klein a few words and got into the carriage to leave. Only then did Klein finally have the opportunity to talk to Edward about this matter in detail.

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"I see."

After listening to Klein's introduction, Edward replied with disappointment: "I didn't expect that the Beria family has declined to such an extent. The devil's path is really dead. A Sequence 5 kid actually didn't kill that Essinger detective. , I didn’t kill you, but I was restrained by the two of you for more than ten minutes, and the neighbor called the police. It sounds like I don’t need to do anything at all, this skill will be learned soon. "

The devil's speaking style is really devilish, and the words are like "If it were me, neither of you would survive"...well, that's probably true.

Klein was ashamed: "Have you confirmed that he is a Sequence 5?"

"Yes." Edward cut off a corner of the butter waffle on the plate with a fork and replied thoughtfully, "Killing people by disturbing their emotions is the basic use of the ability of the "Desire Apostle". In situations of high stress or panic, the mind will misjudge the flow of time. The simplest example is that in novels, there is often a description of "the moment when the bomb explodes seems to become extremely long", right? Not only to express the atmosphere, but also because human senses are easily affected by various emotional factors and create illusions. "

Human senses are acute and therefore easily deceived. The five senses such as sight, taste, and smell can easily mislead humans as long as they are properly deceived. Even intense emotions can affect their judgment.

"So that's it."

It's already dark outside, and the club's chef should have gotten off work, but Klein hasn't had dinner yet. So Edward simply invited him to rest for a while and have something to eat in a pretty good cafe, and bluntly said that these were all given because of the intelligence.

After taking a look at the price list, Klein immediately raised his face in shock: "Isn't this information I have worth so much money?"

"How is it possible? You have to believe that even some small information may allow others to benefit."

Edward moved the topic away tactfully. Of course, he would not directly say, "Because I have been waiting for Beria to take action for more than a month, and you telling me this information now is really a timely help." Having said this, Klein stopped being polite and ordered a soup, a cake and a staple dish of lobster pasta, while Edward chose his preferred light cream waffle with some chestnuts. Crushed, the taste is very refreshing.

"As for Beria, do you have any other ideas?"

Klein rolled the pasta again and again with his fork, picked up a lobster meat, took a big mouthful, chewed hard and swallowed, and then said: "The information is limited, the first victim now is Essinger. Sir, I can only guess that the Devil Dog’s associates are taking revenge on every detective involved in the investigation. Even if I don’t run into him today, he will come to kill me sooner or later.”

"Yes." Edward didn't take it seriously. "It's actually a good thing that we met you earlier. You saved Isengard's life, and you also successfully learned that a demon has been secretly targeting you. Otherwise, it would be too good to hide in the dark all the time." Taking action, it is revealed that he has not succeeded because he is not smart enough."

...It's too easy to do...Klein was choked by this devil's speech again. Judging from Edward's expression, he was probably, maybe, maybe, really thinking about how he would kill all the detectives one by one without leaving any trace if he were a Sequence 5!

It's not that he can't understand it, haha... Klein wiped away the non-existent cold sweat in his heart and thought about it from his perspective. If I saw a fake fortune teller, I might think the same way.

Chatting with demons can be really stressful. But now I know that among the many families related to the devil, the most powerful Beria family has the tradition of cultivating extraordinary animals as assistants. It is such a luxury. It reminds me of Miss Justice and her pet dog.

It, together with the Andrerad and North families, formed the loose organization "Blood Worship Cult". Although some intelligence only said that the latter was in decline, it now seems that the latter two are dependent on the former.

Although you can get a lot of knowledge about the path of demons from the little "sun", after all, the land abandoned by the gods has been isolated from the world for thousands of years, and a lot of the information is outdated.

The delicious food soothed Klein's depressed mood to a certain extent, and Edward's presence also made Klein feel that he was very safe now. So, in a relatively relaxed environment, they settled down for dinner.

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When the two returned to Minsk Street in the Jowood District, the sky was completely dark, and the light of the gas street lamp was even brighter than the red moon that seemed to be invisible in the sky.

After having a delicious and sumptuous dinner from Senior Angel, Edward chose to walk back with Klein for safety reasons and because he lived in a large neighborhood. Under the cold red moon and in the cold winter air, a remnant of the past and an outsider came to No. 15 Minsk Street leisurely.

"Then I'll send it here." Edward stood on the street and said goodbye, "Goodbye, Klein."

"Thank you for sending me back. Maybe we will meet again tomorrow." Klein couldn't help but joke.

There was "Backlund Daily" in the mailbox at the door. Klein's mind wandered for a moment, and he remembered that the angel behind him seemed to be one of the special editors of this newspaper.

He took the newspaper, opened the door and entered the house. As soon as he put his cane away, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

His diviner spiritual intuition told him that a stranger had entered his home!

Are they the police who came to collect evidence earlier? Klein looked around cautiously and suddenly found a letter on the coffee table.

There should only be newspapers there!

Klein entered the living room, always on guard for an attack, and moved closer to the coffee table. During the entire process, the surroundings were silent and nothing unusual.

After looking down at the letter for a few times, Klein took out his black gloves and put them on before picking it up and opening it.

Inside the envelope was a thin piece of letter paper. After unfolding it, a dark red color immediately entered Klein's eyes, and the faint smell of blood lingered in his nose.

On the letter paper, a line of words was written in coagulated blood:

"You are all going to die!"

Is this... really the owner of the devil dog? Is he seeking revenge for the deaths of his men? You really bully the weak and fear the strong. Why not just go to the strong Nighthawks responsible for the clearing operation? Klein's heart tightened, and many thoughts flashed through his mind.

But he quickly dismissed his complaints. It is the most normal choice to start with those who can be dealt with in revenge. Just like when he came to Backlund for several months, he never thought of looking for Ince Zangwill and the unidentified strong man, but pursued him. Lanrewus is different.

After looking around again, Klein gradually felt that this matter was a bit confusing:

"Aren't you afraid of being guarded by powerful officials by retaliating in such a flamboyant way? Is this a requirement for him to play magic potion?

"In other words, because Detective Essinger Stanton escaped, he knew that he could no longer eliminate the targets one by one covertly, so he had to find another way, but this method was meaningless?

"Also, when we were at Detective Stanton's house, he had clearly targeted me and was always watching me. Why didn't he take action? Would he still care about me, an ordinary private detective?

"No, this is absolutely impossible... He knows that I am an extraordinary person? It is possible that because of the lost side effect of the master key, I directly met the devil dog. It saw my appearance and figure, although I did not do anything at the time A certain disguise, but I don't know if the 'devil' can see through this...

"Perhaps, after that incident, it was presented to its owner in some way...

"However, I couldn't even defeat the demon dog at that time and could only run away in confusion. What did he have to worry about? Unless he was also worried about other things, such as Isengard Stanton who was hiding nearby due to injury?

"He wrote to me very openly. Does he think that I, a wild Extraordinary, would not dare to seek official help?"

Klein inspected the house with questions in his mind, 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 unwrapped envelope, unfolded it gently, and saw a line of words outlined in dark red:

"You're next."

The next one... is so arrogant... Klein couldn't help but sigh.

At this moment, he suddenly felt something in his heart, raised his head and looked out the window.

The glow of the gas street lamps reflects on their exterior walls, forming areas of alternating light and dark.

Suddenly, the shadows in those areas squirmed and twisted, forming a black shadow wearing a straight tuxedo.

The shadow raised its right hand, made a gun shape, and pointed it at Klein.

Immediately, it retracted its arm and blew its "muzzle".

Immediately afterwards, it fell backwards silently, turning back into countless disconnected shadows.

…

"I didn't expect to see you again so soon."

Edward, who had not yet reached the intersection of the street, stood under the gas street lamp, gently stroking the head of the cane with his right hand, his expression a little funny: "You said he also sent you a threatening letter? He actually left such an obvious connection with the occult. , I really think that my life will be long by relying on anti-divination."

"Is this the first time this kid has left the jurisdiction of the Beria family?"

It's really good. He also knows how to use smoke bombs. If it hadn't been for me, I would have guessed that Beria came to Backlund alone for an ulterior purpose. Now I must also think that he has a bad mind.

Sending threatening letters to every detective who killed a dog with great fanfare, and taking action against Essinger in advance, were all to attract the attention of detectives and officials, right? The police will be under martial law for a long time so that he can have enough space to do something secretly.

Not bad, although the strength is not good, the cunning aspect is barely qualified.

Considering the anti-divination characteristics of the Devil's Path, Edward didn't ask any further questions.

Klein was equally helpless and had already started planning to call the police. He said to himself next to him: "After picking up the threatening letter, I looked through the window and saw a black shadow on the roof of the building opposite..."

Edward raised his eyebrows slightly: "Upstairs opposite, just now?"

"Yes."

"I know." He glanced in the direction of Klein's finger and smiled, "You are very courageous."

I didn't see it, I didn't feel it at all.

There was always no one there.

TBC

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