Chapter 140 The Result of Channeling

After watching Miss Messenger leave, Klein glanced at the letter paper he was holding, and thought about the issue of West Balam again.

He thought that he had to be prepared that Mr. Azik would not reply for a month, that is to say, when the beginning of July came, he might just go to West Balam with a few military personnel, without the former "Death Consul" "Protect, in this way, the shadow of the Rose School of thought will always hang over his head.

"Two options. If it is determined that the danger is extremely high, then directly give up the identity of Dawn Dantès. On the contrary, seriously consider the 'client list', and do not put any forces suspected of being involved with the Rose School of Thought into the scope of contact... Well, how about Preset the target first, so that the accident can be controlled... The information provided by Danitz should come from 'Vice General Iceberg', and there are two native generals who are quite unique here... Any other force, no matter what, will always be marked Is it closer to Loen, Intis, Feysac, or Fenepot? Maybe there are multiple internal factions with their own inclinations to reach a balance. They are the only ones. Foreign countries are not included in the notes, and only the Spiritual Order supports one... …" Klein read the contents of the letter from the beginning, and vaguely grasped something.

He initially suspected that the two native generals had connected with the Church of Knowledge. "Vice Admiral Iceberg" Edwina did not mark them, but deliberately highlighted their specialness, and told Gehrman Sparrow that they could cooperate. object.

In this way, she doesn't need to worry about the possibility of Danitz leaking information, because there is no information to leak, only hints.

"Mesangyes, Katami...the former has the support of the royal family within the Spiritual Cult, and the latter secretly claims to be a descendant of the God of Death...Oh, even if it is true, they are descendants of countless generations. If you meet Ah Mr. Zik, what should I call it?" Klein laughed, shook his hand, and burned the letter.

He immediately enjoyed an exquisite afternoon tea in a semi-open room with a large balcony, until the butler Walter came in and whispered:

"Sir, another police officer came to the door, for the Cuaron suicide case."

The obvious clues in this matter always point to Dawn Dantès, so even if Baron Syndras handles the follow-up, the police still have to visit from time to time, otherwise, those newspaper reporters will definitely say that they are dereliction of duty.

As for the attack on Congressman Macht, since Dawn Dantès was only a relatively important witness, he was no longer disturbed after the statement was recorded.

"Invite them to the living room on the second floor next to the garden." Klein put the half-eaten light cream sponge cake back on the tray, and drank the lipstick tea ceremony.

As the master, he doesn't have to worry about wasting the afternoon tea, because the rest belongs to the servants and maids. If he eats cleanly every time, or asks to prepare it just right, his reputation for miserliness will be ruined in this neighborhood. Circulated among the servants, thus reaching the ears of ladies and gentlemen.

Walter responded without much change in expression:

"They want to ask you to go to the police station, because today is the day for the Cuaron family to identify suspects.

"They said, I'm sorry, but it's a necessary process and there's nothing missing."

Klein slowly got up and said:

"I can understand, Richardson, get my coat and hat and cane."

Now that he has jumped out, he is quite willing to see what happened to Cuaron and his family from the perspective of a bystander, and how things will turn to Baron Syndras.

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North District Police Station, in a spacious room.

Klein saw Caron's family through a glass wall, an old gentleman, an old lady, a lady who was close to forty, a boy of fifteen or sixteen, and a girl who was less than ten years old.

Their eyes swept across the suspects behind the glass wall, and fell on Dawn Dantès' face at the same time.

"It's him! It's him!" The boy shouted, his eyes turned red, his hands clenched into fists, and he tried to rush towards the glass wall.

"It's him, officer, it's him." The forty-year-old lady suddenly shed tears, looking at Dawn Dantès with hatred and hatred in her eyes.

The little girl she led cried loudly:

"Dad! Give me back my dad!"

The two old men wiped away their tears, one forcibly calmed down, and the other was sobbing that he was about to faint, and the atmosphere of sadness pervaded immediately.

However, Klein had never even seen them before.

Implanted with memory? He frowned slightly, sighed and wondered what happened to the Caron family.

At the same time, in the underground morgue of this police station.

Daly Simone picked up a pencil and began to draw a sketch with a slightly trembling body.

Because she came to the police station to help out, she might run into newspaper reporters when going in and out. Instead of wearing the usual psychic robe, she changed into a black and white checkered policewoman uniform, with upper body, lower body skirt, and knee-high leather boots.

At this time, her palm moved back and forth uncontrollably, and soon on the surface of the paper appeared desks, oriel windows, ink bottles, revolvers and other objects.

And on the oriel window, there is a figure reflected.

This figure's hair was neatly combed back, silvery white and jet black mixed, broad forehead, high cheekbones, many wrinkles, it was Baron Syndras!

Snapped! The pencil in Daly's hand fell on the paper.

Then she raised her head and said to Leonard Mitchell, who offered to help, and the two inspectors who were in charge of coordinating communication:

"At the second when Caron committed suicide, there was quite a strong resistance in his heart, that is to say, his suicide was hinted and guided. This is not a simple psychological problem, and it must involve a higher level of extraordinary power.

"And this kind of contradiction and confrontation caused him to collapse emotionally and explode spiritually. Before he died, he restored his true appearance to a certain extent. This is the frozen picture in his 'eyes'."

The senior inspector next to him frowned and said:

"Ms. Simone, do you mean that the last thing Caron saw was the real murderer? Baron Syndras is indeed the real murderer?"

Leonard Mitchell sneered suddenly:

"What the eyes see may not necessarily be the same as reality.

"I'm talking about illusion, you may not understand, but if I were the murderer, I could definitely find someone who looks like Baron Syndras, and appeared in the room before Karon committed suicide."

The two inspectors were very satisfied with this explanation, and at the same time heaved a sigh of relief:

"We immediately arranged for Caron's family to come over, and trouble the two of you to get more real clues in a way that doesn't hurt them."

"Okay." Daly rubbed the corners of her eyes and said, "I'll go to the bathroom first."

She didn't wear strange eye shadow and blush this time, except that her skin looked paler, she didn't have any weird feeling at all, and she seemed to be a lot younger, from her early thirties back to her twenties, with bright eyes , The facial features are beautiful.

Leonard Mitchell thought that he would be busy for a long time, so he also left the morgue and walked to the bathroom on the upper floor.

The two of them had just finished walking up the stairs and turned around the corner when they suddenly saw a gentleman with gray sideburns appearing at the other end of the corridor, leading the servant towards the gate of the police station.

This gentleman is mature and elegant, with eyes as deep as a lake under the moon, he is Dawn Dantès.

Daly Simone was in a daze for a moment, she turned her head thoughtfully, looked at Leonard Mitchell, and found that the "poet" with dark hair and green eyes was also staring at Dawn Dantès.

"Why did you suddenly apply to help me before? The members of the Spiritual Sect should be locked up soon, and you don't lack things to do..." Daly didn't give Leonard a chance to find a reason. She paused for a second and asked directly, "Do you think there was something wrong with that gentleman just now?"

Leonard withdrew his gaze, was silent for two seconds and said:

"Dawn Dantès has seen His Excellency the Archbishop."

He intentionally did not affirm or deny, but only mentioned St. Anthony in a seemingly irrelevant answer.

The implication is that His Excellency the Archbishop didn't say that there was something wrong with En Dantès. As for whether he didn't find out, or simply didn't say anything, then he doesn't know.

Daly nodded her head slightly, her eyes turned to the bathroom introvertedly.

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On Wednesday morning, Audrey Hall, holding the invitation letter, took a carriage and arrived at Pacefield Street where St. Samuel's Church was located.

The soon-to-be-established "Luen Charity and Student Fund" is located at No. 22 of this street. The house belongs to the Church of Evernight and does not need to pay rent.

Before getting off the carriage, Audrey held the invitation letter in her hand and looked at the scenery outside the window, full of expectations for the future.

She will become a board member and work in fundraising and outreach.

ps: Change first and then change, and it will return to normal tomorrow. ()