Chapter 230: One Person's Performance

The visitor was a man wearing a dark green postman uniform. He smiled flatteringly at Klein:

"Is it Mr. Sherlock Moriarty?"

"Yes." Klein vaguely guessed the other party's intention.

The visitor immediately raised his right hand and handed over a palm-sized object made of black gauze wrapped in layers:

"Your package, please sign for it."

Klein deliberately expressed his doubts:

"Normally, shouldn't I be given a list and asked to go to the corresponding post office to pick it up?"

The postal system of the Loen Kingdom was perfectly copied from Intis, and even a lot of its shortcomings were copied. For any mail that cannot be directly stuffed into the mailbox, no matter what it is, they will only give a "pickup slip" to let the recipient Those who are busy by themselves.

"...Haha, because it is more expensive, it must be delivered to you in person." The postman was stunned for a moment.

It seems that you are not professional enough, not a real postman... Klein didn't ask any more questions, took the package, pen and slip, and signed for it.

After closing the door and returning to the living room, he was not in a hurry to open the package, but took out a gold coin and flicked it into the air like a juggler.

Snapped!

Klein caught the gold coin and looked down to see if it was a portrait or a number.

The number is up, which means negative, and there is no hidden danger... Klein nodded slightly, put away the gold coins, touched the paper figurine in his pocket, and carefully disassembled the package.

After the layer after layer of black gauze was opened, the things inside were clearly presented in his sight, namely a light gold pocket watch with elegant patterns, a handkerchief stained with dark red blood, and seven or eight tied together. Short brown curly hair and a stack of sticky notes.

Talim's belongings, hair, flesh and blood, and daily records are all in place... Prince Edesak is very efficient in doing things, and it's not even night yet... Klein looked at the things spread out on the coffee table , suddenly felt that there were many eyes staring at him at this moment.

An ancient family of angels that has been passed down for more than 2,000 years, the background is absolutely beyond imagination, and being involved in the strife of the royal family is really likely to be crushed into powder anytime and anywhere... Maybe I have been monitored now... I must behave mediocrely enough, Only by being useless enough can you ensure your own safety... Klein had already thought about what to do, and checked his pocket watch, handkerchief, and hair without haste.

During this process, his spiritual intuition did not give any warning and did not stop him from divination.

After he had some confidence in his mind, Klein took out the letter paper in the living room, picked up a pen, and wrote down the divination statement:

"The real cause of Talim Dumont's death."

He behaved generously and frankly, as if he didn't feel that he was being monitored at this time.

Picking up the curly hair and handkerchief, Klein silently recited the divination sentences, leaning back against the back of the sofa, his eyes turned deep into meditation.

After seven times, he came to the dream world and saw the familiar Kragg Club lobby.

Immediately afterwards, he witnessed Talim Dumont clutching his heart again, and fell down with a distorted expression.

"Such a revelation shows that Talim did die of a sudden heart attack..." Klein opened his eyes and whispered to himself.

He frowned, showing a puzzled, puzzled and thoughtful expression.

He tried several times with different divination statements and got the same result.

He got up and paced back and forth several times.

He clenched his fist and hit himself on the head, as if he was angry that he was not good enough to help his friend track down the real culprit.

In the end, he sat down dejectedly, without moving for a long time, like the silhouette of a stone statue in the dim room.

It's almost there, don't use too much force... If no one is monitoring, I was fighting wits with the air just now... Klein laughed at himself and shook his head, got up and walked to the kitchen.

After dinner, he seemed to perk up again, and carefully read the contents recorded on the stack of notes, including what Talim had done and who he had met on the day of his death and the days before.

At home, Red Rose Manor, Craig Club, Viscount Connard's mansion... nothing unusual... Klein picked up the sharpened pencil,

Draw a number of circles, marking the places to visit and the targets to inquire in the next few days.

After finishing all this, he sighed a long time, packed up his belongings without any confidence, washed up and went to sleep.

In the middle of the night when the red moon was covered by layers of clouds, Klein suddenly opened his eyes and woke up.

He turned over and got out of bed, slowly opened the door, entered the bathroom next door, and hid his body with a paper doll.

Taking four steps backwards, he came above the gray mist and sat in the seat belonging to "The Fool".

His eyes have become clear, no longer decadent, depressed, pessimistic and other emotions.

Immediately afterwards, Klein took out the projection of the blood-stained handkerchief from the dark pocket of the pajamas that he had repurposed from old clothes.

When he was packing up his things before, he used the extraordinary ability of the "magician" to secretly pull out the handkerchief and hide it on his body!

Taking a breath, Klein manifested a pen and paper, and wrote down the same divination statement as before:

"The real cause of Talim Dumont's death."

After reciting seven times calmly and peacefully, he took the paper and handkerchief, leaned back on the back of the chair, and fell asleep in the quiet and empty ancient palace.

In the gray, fragmented, and illusory world, Klein saw a completely different picture from before.

What appeared in his eyes was a hand-carved palm-sized puppet, complete with eyes, nose and mouth.

There were a few drops of dark red blood on the puppet's body, which dyed it a bit of a strange color.

A palm stretched out, the skin was white and delicate, smooth and smooth, the five fingers were slender and slender, and the flesh and bones were even.

The most noticeable thing is that the little finger of this palm wears a uniquely shaped ring inlaid with sapphires.

Snapped!

The index finger of the palm was surrounded by illusory black flames and touched the puppet's heart.

Without a sound, the picture shattered, and Klein woke up from his dream.

His initial judgment was not wrong, Talim did die from the curse!

But the problem is, they all got the picture of the moment of the curse, why didn't they show the panorama? This mysterious space above the gray fog can eliminate interference... Klein was a little confused for a moment.

Normally, the enlightenment he got was too abstract, and it was too easy to misinterpret. It was a problem of his own limited level of divination, and it was a problem of too high difficulty for the things he wanted to divination. The scene before and after the curse is only limited to a small part, and it does not provide a relatively more effective revelation, which is quite puzzling.

Was there a similar situation before...? Klein dug out the reasons from his own experience.

Suddenly, he sat up straight and remembered a similar experience.

Something similar happened in Tingen when he divined the real reason behind several coincidences!

He clearly saw the house with the red chimney, but he couldn't touch Ince Zangwill and the sealed item "0-08" inside the house!

This, is this something or someone with a level "0" sealed item fighting against the power of the gray mist? Klein narrowed his eyes suddenly.

No, not necessarily, there are still many possibilities, so I have to confirm it again! He tried to calm down.

As for how to confirm, the experienced man can't be bothered, the method is very simple, that is to do the same divination again.

If the revelation picture obtained has not changed, it means that the matter is not so terrible. If the divination is no longer successful, it means that the target or something around the target can resist the gray fog to some extent, just like "0-08" !

Taking a deep breath, Klein repeated the previous divination with a calm expression.

"The real cause of Talim Dumont's death."

...

He leaned against the back of the chair, chanted in a low voice, his eyes gradually deepened.

In the dream, what he saw was a hazy, broken gray fog, without puppets and fingers.

brush!

Klein straightened his back with an unusually dignified expression.

What was Talim involved in? He frowned and muttered to himself.

He has no doubts about what to do next, that is to be passive and perfunctory, to fool Prince Edsack for a while, and then tell him that he really cannot investigate the truth.

Huh, this world is really scary, and if you are not careful, you will come into contact with extremely terrifying things... Klein sighed secretly, not daring to stay any longer, and quickly returned to the bathroom in reality.

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Tuesday at 9:00am, Crown Burial Park.

Klein was wearing a black shirt, a black vest, and a black wool overcoat. He was holding flowers bought at a cost of 12 soli. He stood on the edge of the crowd and watched Talim Dumont's coffin being carried over with a solemn expression. Accept the requiem and bury it in the soil little by little.

During this process, Talim's mother's eyes were red and swollen, and she wanted to speak several times, but she couldn't cry. His father's hair was gray and his expression was haggard, and he felt a little trembling just standing.

The scene came into his eyes, and Klein raised his head slightly and closed his eyes.

After the funeral attendants left one after another, he walked over, bent down, and placed the plain white flowers in his hand on top of the same kind.

I'm sorry...he said silently in his heart.

Standing up straight, stepping aside, and about to leave, Klein noticed reporter Mike and surgeon Alan approaching.

"It's such a pity, I never thought that Talim would, would, hey..." Mike's expression was heavy, and he couldn't finish.

Allen, who was always indifferent, took off his glasses, wiped the corners of his eyes, and sighed in a low voice:

"He was a passionate guy and it didn't deserve to end like this."

"Yeah, he had hoped to get rid of the bad reputation left by his grandfather." Klein echoed.

At this moment, he saw a female figure in a thick black dress and a veil walking towards Talim's tomb, also holding a bouquet of white flowers in her hand.

Klein looked away indifferently, only staring there.

The woman bent down to put the flowers, revealing her left palm in a black gauze glove.

On the little finger of her left palm, a blue gem appeared faintly.

Klein's scalp went numb.

His whole body was numb.

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