Chapter 174 Mrs. Sharon

"What?" Toler, who was like a brown bear, was taken aback. He looked at Klein, then at the guest room, and rushed in with an agility that he shouldn't have.

He pulled back the white cloth covering the corpse, inspected it carefully a few times, and said with a sigh of relief:

"Better than I thought, it's not too much of an issue."

Maybe I should pull out the revolver and send Councilman Maynard five bullets to see if the problem is serious or not... Klein slandered, pointing outside the door and said:

"Is there nothing to do with me after that?"

"No!" Toller yelled suddenly, "Wait a little longer."

Klein asked in puzzlement:

"why?"

Toller explained very seriously: "We must prevent accidents. I will send you back to Zotland Street after we have asked Mrs. Sharon and made a statement."

Maynard who died for more than 0 hours can "live", what else can't happen? You are gone, what should I do? Toller added silently in his heart.

"Alright." Klein rubbed his forehead and said, "Find me a quiet room to rest."

He has only been promoted for a day and his state is still unstable in all aspects. He held several ceremonies just now, used two charms, and was quite frightened. Therefore, he must meditate as soon as possible to eliminate the problem.

The current Klein is extremely vigilant about "out of control".

Toller put on the white cloth, obviously relaxed a lot and said:

"no problem."

He led Klein into the guest room near the sun room, pointed inside and said:

"Inspector Moretti, you can rest assured that no one will disturb you. I will go to Mrs. Sharon first."

Klein nodded slightly, watched the other party leave, then closed the door and closed the curtains.

In the dark and quiet bedroom, he walked slowly to the rocking chair and lay down comfortably, allowing his body to swing back and forth rhythmically.

Countless phantoms of light spheres piled up in his mind, and the humming in Klein's ears and the throbbing pain in his head disappeared bit by bit.

When the state was stable, he opened his eyes, looked at the furniture such as beds and cabinets outlined in the darkness, and calmly summed up his previous attempts:

"Several exaggerated jokes have not received 'feedback' for the time being..."

"Maybe it's because I haven't really controlled the power of the 'Joker' potion, and there are still negative effects left...Of course, the possibility that this kind of acting is not very effective cannot be ruled out."

"...I personally don't like to play the 'clown', but since I chose this sequence path, I can only bite the bullet and go down..."

"Actually, everyone in life becomes a 'clown' more or less, so don't be too repulsive..."

"I have to figure out what the core elements of 'Joker' are as soon as possible..."

Amid all kinds of thoughts roiling, Klein suddenly took out a brass-colored penny with a denomination of half.

He habitually wanted to divination whether there were supernatural factors affecting Maynard's death.

This may be an occupational disease... Klein shook his head and laughed, his eyes darkened, and he repeated silently:

"John Maynard's death was affected by extraordinary factors."

...

Zheng!

Lying in the rocker, he flicked out the halfpenny, watching its brassy body writhe and glisten in the dimness.

Snapped! The coin landed in Klein's palm, with the number 1/2 facing up.

"Negative... that is to say, John Maynard's death was not affected by extraordinary factors... This guy seems to have died suddenly due to extreme joy... The dead are the most important, so I won't use Chinese sayings to laugh at him..." Klein put away the coins, emptied his mind in the dark and dizzy room, and almost fell asleep.

Boom, boom, boom.

With the slow and rhythmic knocking sound, Klein straightened his clothes, put on the soft hat with the police crest, left the reclining chair, and walked slowly to the door.

As soon as his right palm touched the armrest, a picture suddenly appeared in his mind:

Inspector Toller, who looked like a brown bear, stood outside the door, his neckline ripped off, his expression clearly disturbed and helpless.

Turning the handle, Klein opened the door without haste.

Inspector Toller appeared in his eyes, tugged at the collar and said:

"I'm so sorry I kept you waiting for so long."

"We have already found Mrs. Sharon and recorded the statement. You can return to Zouteland Street."

"I'm really sorry for taking up your precious time."

Klein didn't ask the reason for the other party's current emotions, but instead smiled and said:

"Mrs. Sharon admitted that she was with Senator Maynard last night?"

"Yes, she said that under the catalysis of a large amount of alcohol, she and Councilor Maynard couldn't control themselves for a while, and after discovering the other party's sudden death, she was very frightened, she escaped from that room after a little treatment, and hid in the Our own guest room, we don’t have enough reasons to accuse her of a crime for the time being, so we can only let her leave, restrict a certain amount of freedom, and wait for further autopsy results.” Inspector Toller described in detail.

Klein tilted his head slightly, and smiled sharply:

"Who are you explaining to?"

Toller froze for a moment, then smiled bitterly and said, "Yeah, I don't need to explain anything to you. I was so annoyed by Mrs. Maynard that I subconsciously said so much."

"Mr. Maynard's wife is back?" Klein suddenly asked.

"Yes, unfortunately, there is an abnormality in the steam train today, and there is no delay." Toller replied in the affirmative in a joking manner.

Klein didn't ask any more questions, and after checking whether his belongings were complete, he followed Inspector Toller to the stairs, all the way back to the ground floor.

"Why didn't you arrest her?"

"She is a murderer! I want to sue her, and I want to sue you for dereliction of duty!"

"I'm going to ask the best barrister to sue you!"

...

Slightly harsh words came to Klein's ears. He looked subconsciously and saw a plump, fair middle-aged woman in the living room area, supported by two young men, glaring at her opposite, and kept reprimanding her.

"Becklund's court-style dresses are popular this year..." Klein, who often flips through the magazine "Ladies' Beauty", first had such an untimely thought, and then saw a woman protected by several gentlemen behind her. .

This lady was wearing a long black dress, her skin was fair and smooth, her brown hair was like a waterfall, and her brown eyes were as pure and pitiful as a deer in the forest. People couldn't help but want to care for her.

Mrs. Sharon... Klein suddenly remembered the "little dirty movie" starring the other party, and hurriedly raised his right hand, pressed it against his mouth, and coughed twice.

Professionally, he tapped his left teeth twice, and used his "spiritual vision" to observe everyone present: ..

Mrs. Maynard's body has some minor problems, and the color of her aura is relatively thin... Her anger and hatred can be intuitively felt from her emotional color... This is very consistent with her external performance...

Hey, Mrs. Sharon's emotional color is blue, which represents rational thinking and a calm state... This is completely opposite to her flustered, nervous, and pitiful appearance... Sure enough, a person who can become a courtesan is definitely not a little white rabbit... She The body is very healthy...

After the examination, Klein was about to look back when he suddenly saw Mrs. Sharon raising her head quickly, glanced in his direction, and then lowered her head again, showing a timid and trembling look.

If I can't see your emotional color intuitively, I'm afraid I will be deceived by your performance... You should consider developing in the direction of an "actor"... After a few words of slander, Klein didn't stay any longer, and walked out with Inspector Toller After arriving at the home of Senator Maynard, he returned to Zouterand Street in a carriage arranged by the police station.

After replacing the captain, he continued to take turns at Chanis Gate, and took the opportunity to write a reimbursement application by hand.

After a night of nothing, Klein returned to the ground in the early morning and took the breakfast entrusted to her from Roseanne.

"I love this pie!" he complimented.

He had given the other party the cost of breakfast in advance.

"Really? Then I can try it tomorrow!" Rosanne happily responded.

…The corner of Klein's mouth twitched as he concentrated on dealing with the milk and pie.

At 8:25, he yawned, fought back his drowsiness, and came to a nearby shooting club.

He had made an appointment with the madhouse doctor Duster Guderian to meet at this time a few days ago.

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boom! boom! boom!

In the small shooting range, Klein and Daxter took aim at the target and fired a round of bullets.

Ding ding dong, Daxter shook out the bullet casing, and looked sideways at Klein with interest:

"You are more confident than before."

Of course, I have been promoted to Sequence 8, and I have actual combat capabilities... Klein reflected his facial expressions and body movements in his heart, deliberately showing arrogance:

"Because it took me just over a month to fully master the power of the potion."

Dust curled his lips invisibly and said, "Although this is something to be proud of, it doesn't need to be talked about often."

Hey, as an "audience", you didn't see through my performance... It seems that the "clown" is quite capable of restraining the "audience"... Klein smiled comprehendingly, and asked:

"How's Hood Eugen doing recently?"

"...He's really crazy." Daxter said silently for a second, "I tested him in various ways, and he is indeed crazy. I'm considering prescribing the right medicine for him to see if he can be cured. "

As the "psychiatrist" of Sequence 7, pretending to be a mental patient... Even if there is a certain healing behavior, it does not quite meet the core elements of the name of the potion... This is a vague and wrong use of the "acting method", crazy and not It's not particularly strange... Klein thought for a while and said:

"Before he went crazy, did you find out who had contact with him?"

"Except for the doctors, patients, nurses, and handymen in the madhouse, no outsiders have touched him." Dust replied affirmatively.

Klein let out a "hmm":

"Earlier? Did anyone come to visit him, or did he leave the asylum regularly for a period of time?"

In order to keep his original promise, Klein did not inquire about Hood Eugen in detail the previous few times.

Daxter fell into deep thought and said for a long time:

"Apart from the members of the Psychological Alchemy Association, no more than five people have visited him, and one of them has been here three times, and his name is El."

Without waiting for Klein to ask, he said to himself:

"But I heard from Hood Eugene that El is a pseudonym."

"His real name is Lanerus."

PS: The second is asking for a monthly ticket recommendation ticket~