Chapter 199 Letter

After thinking of the possibility of the owner of the demon dog, Klein immediately changed his strategy, and described in great detail the process of getting acquainted with Isengard Stanton due to the serial murder case.

In addition, he also took the initiative to mention that Isengard 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, um, in the professional terminology of the private detective industry, I provided consulting opinions, but Mr. Stanton still thought that I contributed the most, so I got the most Bounty." Klein finally concluded.

The two police officers in charge of the interrogation took notes on the situation and asked if anyone could prove the above. Klein gave the names and addresses of Stuart, Kaslana and other private investigators.

"Very good, Mr. Moriarty, your answer is detailed enough." A police officer stopped his pen and asked instead, "How long have you been at Isengard Stanton's house today? I mean from entering To be found by us." &1t;i>&1t;/i>

Klein thought for a while, and without consulting Lawyer Jurgen, he replied directly:

"Like two to three minutes."

He's 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 around 2:10 pm, and we arrived at the scene at 2:28 pm, that is to say, you stayed in the house for ten Eight minutes or so, not two or three minutes!

"What have you been doing for such a long time? Why didn't you leave and call the police?"

Eighteen minutes have passed? Klein suddenly frowned.

He felt that he had been in a stalemate with the one who was watching silently for at most a minute, how come a full eighteen minutes had passed?

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Was that strange feeling of being pegged confusing my sense of time, or was it something else? Is this the other party's extraordinary ability? If it is really the owner of the demon dog, he must have at least a Sequence 6, and a high probability of a Sequence 5... While Klein was wondering and pondering, Jurgen leaned forward, ready to accuse the police's questioning of being induced.

This is not a good reason, he just wanted to interrupt the rhythm of the interrogation in this way, so as to delay the obviously unfavorable question just now.

At this moment, Klein raised his hand and rubbed his forehead:

"What I just said is true. In my personal feeling, I only entered Detective Isengard Stanton's house for two to three minutes."

Having said that, he emphasized:

"Well, in my personal opinion."

The two officers looked at each other and wrote this down. &1t;i>&1t;/i>

After a short silence, the police officer who asked just now said:

"During those eighteen minutes, some servant who had returned from his absence rang the doorbell, and when there was no answer, he glanced in through the oriel window and saw the body parts all over the floor and you standing at the door of the living room.

"He was very frightened and ran to the police station like crazy to report the crime. Many passers-by and some residents can testify to this."

Klein ignored Lawyer Jurgen's gaze, shook his head and said:

"I didn't hear the doorbell ring."

The two police officers looked at each other again without making any comments, but simply recorded.

They asked some questions about other details, and Klein, who had never done anything without guilt or guilt, answered them all truthfully.

At the end, he couldn't help but care about: &1t;i>&1t;/i>

"Have you found Detective Isengard Stanton? I don't see a body in the living room. He should still be alive..."

A police officer tapped the table with a pen and said:

"This is also a point that we are very puzzled. In the whole house, there are only traces of fighting in the living room.

And the windows are tightly closed, and haven't been opened for many days. You know, this is normal in Backlund's autumn and winter.

"The assailant and Mr. Isengard Stanton left the room strangely. We don't know where they went. We didn't find any clues in other places in the house and the surrounding area, not even blood."

Before Klein could speak, he asked himself and answered:

"You want to talk about the living room door and the house door, but, as many people have confirmed, there was no chase nearby, no one took hostages or left with a dead body."&1t;i>&1t;/i>

Maybe things really happened in the middle of the night? Maybe they'll go through walls? Klein silently offered other possibilities in his heart, and silently prayed:

May the Goddess bless Detective Isengard Stanton from disaster.

—The Evernight Goddess is the Queen of Calamity and Fear.

After the interrogation, Klein was handcuffed into a small room, and the police department sent someone to follow Lawyer Jurgen to No. 15 Minsk Street to collect the letters and evidence.

After tossing and tossing until the evening, Klein was finally released on bail for 50 pounds.

"This is much more expensive than last time. It is difficult for ordinary private detectives to come up with so much cash in a short period of time." After leaving the gate of Hisak Police Station, Klein closed the collar of his woolen coat. complained.

Jurgen still had that professional and serious expression: &1t;i>&1t;/i>

"The situation was in your favor last time, but this time many doubts point to you."

He signaled for the taxi to stop, turned his head solemnly, and glanced at Klein:

"Sherlock, I'm your lawyer, before you answer the police's question, you'd better have some communication with me, even if it's just a look.

"Don't just speak casually if you think there is no problem. Ordinary people who have not been trained can easily leave behind their words."

This... I'm used to making up stories and solving problems by myself... Klein recalled just now, and laughed twice:

"Okay, I'll pay attention."

Jurgen didn't say any more, and boarded the carriage.

Klein sat across from him, thinking about the attack on Detective Isengard Stanton.

Thinking about it, he suddenly heard his stomach growl. &1t;i>&1t;/i>

It's been half an hour since the normal dinner time... Klein took out his gold pocket watch, opened it and glanced at it.

Instead of wasting energy preparing food, he began to think about which restaurant was worth looking forward to.

At this moment, Jurgen raised his eyelids and said:

"I've asked my grandma to prepare dinner for three."

"Why is that so embarrassing?" Klein was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, "Mrs. Doris's craftsmanship is always fascinating."

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When the two returned to Minsk Street in Jorwood District, it was completely dark, and the light from the gas street lamp was even brighter than the crimson moon that seemed to be absent in the mid-air.

After having dinner at Lawyer Jürgen's house and stroking the cat, Klein walked back outside the house at No. 15 in the cold and humid air. &1t;i>&1t;/i>

He habitually flipped through the mailbox, and took out a "Backlund Evening Post" that had just arrived.

Klein took the newspaper and opened the door to enter the room. Just as he put his cane down, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

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

Is it the police who came to collect evidence earlier? Klein looked around vigilantly, and suddenly found a letter on the coffee table.

There should only be newspapers there!

Klein entered the living room on guard against attacks at all times, and moved closer to the coffee table. During the whole process, the surroundings were quiet and there was nothing unusual.

After looking down at the letter for a few moments, 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. Immediately after opening it, a dark red color entered Klein's eyes, and a faint smell of blood lingered in his nose. &1t;i>&1t;/i>

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

"You are all going to die!"

This... is really the owner of the devil dog? Is he taking revenge on the related people who caused his subordinates to die? It's really bullying, why don't you go directly to the Nighthawks who are in charge of the removal operation? Klein's heart tightened, and many thoughts flashed through in an instant.

But he quickly dismissed his complaints. It is the most normal choice for revenge to start with those who can deal with it first, just like when he came to Backlund for several months, he never thought of looking for Ince Zangwill, but he pursued Lanwusi relentlessly.

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

"Revenge in such a ostentatious way, aren't you afraid of being guarded by the official strong? Is this his requirement for potion acting?

"Or, because Detective Isengard Stanton escaped, he knew that he could no longer covertly eliminate the targets one by one, so he could only use another method, but this method is meaningless?&1t;i>&1t;/i>

"Also, when he was at Detective Stanton's house, he clearly locked me in and kept watching me, why didn't he do it? Could he still be concerned about me, an ordinary private detective?

"No, it's absolutely impossible...he knows I'm a Beyonder? It's possible, because of the side effect of getting lost in the master key, I met the devil dog directly. It saw my appearance and figure, although I didn't do it at the time. A certain disguise, but I don't know if the 'demon' can see through this...

"Maybe, after that incident, it can be presented to its owner in some way...

"However, I couldn't even beat the Devil Dog at the time, so I could only flee in embarrassment. What did he have to worry about? Unless, he also worried about other things, such as Isengard Stanton who was hiding nearby due to injuries?

"He wrote to me very ostentatiously, because he thought that I, a wild Extraordinary, would not dare to seek official help?"

Klein inspected the house with his mind full of doubts, all the way to the second floor.

When he opened the bedroom door, another letter jumped into his eyes.

The letter lay quietly on the desk, as if it had been waiting for a long time.

Klein picked up the unpacked package, gently unfolded it, and saw a line of words outlined in dark red blood:

"You're next."

The next one... how arrogant... Klein couldn't help sighing a few words.

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

On the opposite side are several two-story houses, each with lights on.

The brilliance of gas street lamps reflected on their outer walls, forming areas of interlaced light and dark.

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

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

Immediately, it withdrew its arm and blew on the "muzzle".

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

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