Chapter 129 Acting

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On Tuesday morning, Klein got up to wash up. As soon as he came to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, he heard a knock on the door of his residence.

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

"Is this 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 layers of black gauze:

"Please sign for your package."

Klein deliberately expressed his doubts:

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

The postal system of the Kingdom of Loen was perfectly copied from Intis, even its shortcomings were copied. For any mail that cannot be put directly into the mailbox, no matter what it is, they will only give a "pickup list", leaving the recipient busy on his own without knowing how to innovate and optimize.

"...Haha, because it is more expensive, it must be delivered to you in person." The postman said in a daze.

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

After closing the door and returning to the living room, he didn't rush to open the package. Instead, he took out a gold coin and flicked it into the air like a juggler.

Snapped!

Klein caught the gold coin and looked down: the number facing up meant denial and there was no hidden danger... Klein nodded slightly, put away the gold coin, touched the paper man in his pocket, and looked at the window sill and window sill. The match was hidden in the outer hiding place, and the package was carefully unpacked.

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

Talim's belongings, hair, flesh and blood, and daily records are all here... Prince Edsac is very efficient in doing things. It's only the next morning... Klein looked at the things spread out on the coffee table. , suddenly felt that there were many eyes looking at him at this moment.

An ancient angel family with a heritage of more than two thousand years. Its heritage is absolutely beyond imagination. If you get involved in the royal family's strife, you may be ground into powder at any time... Maybe I have been monitored now... I must behave mediocre enough. , useless enough to ensure his own safety... After one night, Klein had already thought about what to do, and checked his pocket watch, handkerchief and hair in a hurry.

This also made him suspicious: Is there really a mystery behind Talim's death? It’s not Prince Edsac’s wishful thinking?

Klein became more vigilant. What he felt just now might not be an illusion. But during this process, his spiritual intuition did not give any warning or prevent him from divination.

After feeling confident, Klein took out the letter paper in the living room, picked up the pen, and wrote the divination sentence:

"The real cause of death of Talim Dumont."

He behaved generously and openly, and did not seem to feel that he was being monitored at this time.

Picking up the curls and handkerchief, Klein silently recited the divination sentence, leaned back against the back of the sofa, and entered meditation with deep eyes.

After seven times, he came to the dream world and saw the familiar hall of the Cragg Club.

Immediately, he saw Talim Dumont, who was joking with his companions, suddenly clutching his heart and falling down with a distorted expression.

This was the first time he had seen Talim's death with his own eyes. Although the man had passed away and his funeral would be held this morning, the feeling of seeing it with his own eyes was completely different from knowing the cause of death. A familiar person who was alive one second became a warm corpse lying on the ground the next second.

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

He frowned, showing an expression of doubt, confusion and thinking.

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

He got up and walked back and forth several times.

He made a fist and hit himself on the head, as if he was angry that he was not good enough to help his friend find the real murderer.

Finally, he sat down slumped and remained motionless for a long time, looking like the silhouette of a stone statue in the slightly dark room with the curtains half-closed.

It's almost done, don't use too much force... If no one was monitoring me, I would just be fighting against the air, but my feeling should be correct... Klein shook his head mockingly, got up and walked to the kitchen.

Klein originally wanted to prepare a relatively hearty breakfast for himself, frying a few slices of bacon, a sausage, an omelette, two slices of toasted bread, and a cup of sweet hot milk with sugar cubes in it. Have a relatively comfortable breakfast time. But that was no longer possible. He had to appear nervous, restless and anxious in the eyes of potential observers.

If the detective who was helpless and angry about Talim's death just now prepared breakfast leisurely for himself, the supervisor would definitely feel that there was something wrong.

After completing the whole show, Klein hurriedly stood up, placed the cold slices of bread on the table near the stove to heat up, then quickly fried himself an egg and boiled a pot of hot water. When the eggs were fried, he hurriedly sandwiched them with bread that had only been heated on one side, took a big bite of the eggs sandwiched between the two breads, took a sip of hot water, and then returned to the living room again to face Talim's relics. Be in a daze with your notebook.

After breakfast, he seemed to be energetic again and carefully read the contents recorded on the stack of notes, including what he had done and who he had met on the day of Talim's death and in the days before.

There is nothing unusual at home, Red Rose Manor, Club Cragg, Viscount Conard's mansion... Klein picked up the sharpened pencil, drew multiple circles on the note pad, and marked the next step. Places to visit and goals to inquire about for a few days.

After doing all this, he let out a long sigh, finished eating the bread, and stood up to pack his belongings without confidence, as if he was absent-minded in doing anything.

Klein raised his head and glanced at the grandfather clock, suddenly frowned, and said to himself:

"Maybe I should go to his funeral..."

The obituary in the "Tasok News" stated that Talim's funeral will be held on time at 9 a.m. on December 21, which is 9 a.m. today.

He suddenly discovered a flaw in his performance, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

Since I had never planned to attend the funeral from the beginning, I didn’t take this schedule into consideration. Otherwise, he should have left immediately after the postman delivered Talim's relics at around eight o'clock just now, instead of acting at home!

Something went wrong here!

But I can't go in case Edward Vaughan is there...

But if I really put this matter behind me and ignore the fact that I missed the funeral, it will be inconsistent with the image I played of "a friend who values ​​​​loyalty but is powerless"!

This is how one thing affects the whole body. I began to regret that I divined the evil spirits in the underground. That matter had nothing to do with me at all. Why did I have to be curious at that time... I always felt that everything happened after that fortune telling. It's completely out of control... The most important thing is what to do now? Cold sweat quickly broke out on Klein's head.

It's almost half past nine now, and the normal funeral process has probably been completed. Even if you take a carriage to attend the funeral now, you may only have time to say goodbye and lay flowers before the final burial.

The dead detective who was immersed in his friends belatedly noticed the passage of time. He cursed secretly, slapped his head, quickly grabbed the coat hanging on the hanger, picked up his top hat and rushed out of the door.

After leaving the door, he immediately stopped the tram and rushed to the Crown Cemetery a few kilometers away.

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This is specially used by members of the nobility, and occupies a large area on the outskirts of Backlund. The location is excellent, the environment is elegant, and most importantly, it's not too far away.

Klein was extremely nervous along the way, and took advantage of the lack of people in the public carriage to secretly do a divination to divine whether it would be dangerous to attend the funeral this time. He divined twice, but the answers he got were unexpected.

The first time, his answer was: Going to a funeral would put me in danger.

Citrine's reaction was a moderate clockwise rotation, which represented considerable danger, but in the blink of an eye it turned into a large rotation. This abnormal phenomenon surprised Klein, but when he divined this question again, the citrine pendulum stopped dead still.

Klein stared at the pendulum hanging down in a straight line, and suddenly felt his hands and feet feel cold.

At this moment, the carriage just stopped, and many passengers got on the car one after another. The empty carriage was quickly filled with people, just like the subway in memory.

Klein had no choice but to put away the pendulum. He took out his pocket watch, opened it with a snap, and calculated that the distance to the cemetery was about seven or eight minutes. He touched the pendulum wrapped around the inside of his wrist, and was very confused about the result of his divination: he couldn't understand why attending a funeral would be in such great danger. Because if that was Edward Vaughn, the divination would never have worked in the first place.

But something unexpected happened. The answer to the first divination suggested danger, but it failed the second time.

"Why does a funeral hide such a big danger? What was Talim involved in? What about the people who have gone now? Is this danger for me or for everyone?"

"Edward didn't go? Why is that? Isn't he also Talim's friend? Why don't you just pretend?"

Klein pondered for a moment, then hesitantly took out a one-penny coin and tossed it up.

After falling, the face value turned out to be upward.

——The question for his divination this time was: whether he should attend Talim’s funeral.

"Hey, what is going on..." Klein was confused for a moment. The divination results showed that there was a huge danger hidden in Talim's funeral, but at the same time, he should attend it? What does this mean?

Seeing that he had arrived at the next fixed parking spot, Klein moved for a moment, but still did not stand up.

He carefully considered the two divination results and believed that while they were contradictory, they must have other connections.

My second divination failed, proving that the danger was real... At the same time, it seemed logical that I should go to the funeral, after all, I would have to act in front of possible watchers... So? Prince Edsac will never harm me. After all, he is also Talim’s friend and is very likely to pay his respects. If Talim’s funeral is in danger, it is impossible for him not to have heard about it. He also needs me to investigate, so It's impossible not to tell me.

In other words, this danger is deeply hidden? Unwitting participants didn't trigger this "bomb"?

An idea flashed in Klein's mind: Maybe this is really the case! If there is something fishy about Talim's death, then the person or organization that killed him is likely to observe the funeral. This may be a "hidden danger."

This is easy to deal with. As long as I think less, don’t run around and look around, and just do what I need to do, these hidden observers won’t notice me, and I won’t be in danger...

The railcar clattered forward, and a few minutes later, Klein arrived at the area where Crown Cemetery is located.

He glanced at the current time, it was already nine forty. Klein held his hat with one hand and ran towards the entrance of the park, only to see a group of people dressed in black walking slowly towards him.

Klein stepped aside and was surprised to see Dr. Allen and reporter Mike among the black-clad crowd.

The funeral is over. Klein suddenly turned his head away with some discomfort. This time it was not a performance.

Dr. Allen and Talim's father were talking in a low voice. The gray-haired old man listened silently to his son's former friends talking about the club days. He looked haggard, and he and the elderly women around him helped each other move forward, looking at It's also trembling when it goes up. Talim's mother's eyes were red and swollen. She tried to speak several times, but she couldn't stop crying.

When the scene came into his eyes, Klein tilted his head slightly and closed his eyes.

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

He was already late and there was no point in going any further. Klein stepped aside and was about to leave when he noticed reporter Mike and surgeon Allen approaching.

"It's really a pity. I didn't expect Talim to actually, ah..." Mike's expression was sad and he couldn't finish his sentence.

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

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

"Yes, he had hope to get rid of the bad reputation left by his grandfather." Klein agreed.

At this moment, he saw a female figure wearing a heavy black skirt and a veil that covered her face separated from other people attending the funeral. Accompanied by a maid, she walked towards a simple unmarked carriage parked on the roadside.

Klein looked away nonchalantly, leaving only his eyes to look over there.

I saw the maid bringing the footstool. The tightly wrapped woman lifted up the heavy skirt with her right hand, grabbed the maid's supporting hand with her left hand wearing a black gauze glove, and took two steps to enter the carriage lightly and elegantly.

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

The maids also got into the car, and the curtains were lowered, completely hiding their figures.

How mysterious... Klein withdrew his attention and continued to communicate with Mike and Dr. Allen.

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Edward was sitting in a house, with a thin gauze curtain drawn on the only window.

The red moon is hanging in the sky outside the window, the moonlight is grand, and in the distance you can see the mill windmill spinning slowly with the help of wind power. There were people coming and going on the street, including men and women, old and young. It looked very lively. They walked back and forth and communicated in a language that sounded like animals roaring.

Edward sat leaning against the wall, his arms resting on the table, holding his chin in a fist with one hand, listening carefully to the exchanges between these "people", and taking notes in his mind from time to time.

The grammar is very similar to the official language of the Solomon Empire. Occasionally, you can hear some slang unique to the Northern Continent. It seems that Antigonus, as the Duke, learned a lot of human systematic language standards in the empire and compiled it into the night. In the relevant culture of the country.

"k-a-ci" means locking the throat, opening the mouth wide, then baring teeth, and pronouncing it with a breathy sound. When the "ka" is emphasized, it means "good morning", and when the "ci" is emphasized, it means "goodbye" , it is unclear whether there is an additional meaning such as "see you tomorrow".

"a-no-el" has multiple meanings. The general meaning is "nice to meet you." I only heard this sentence twice. It seems that it must be paired with a low roar to express the corresponding meaning. It is impossible to determine whether it is a word or a phrase. .

The pronunciation of "you" is "si-a", and the pronunciation of "伱好" is "si-a-li". It also means opening your mouth wide and baring your teeth, with a short final sound...

Out of boredom, the Declined King actively studied the language system of the Kingdom of Darkness. It was worthy of being a small social circle established and led by the descendants of the Demon Wolf. The pronunciation standard of the dialect of the Kingdom of Darkness is a test of one's facial muscles.

He has figured out how this town operates. When the red moon hangs in the sky, the spirituality is strengthened and the influence on Antigonus is strengthened. The Marionettes of the Kingdom of Darkness will conduct their lifetime operations based on Antigonus’s subconscious. Pretend to be active, but will be limited to chatting on the road and will not enter the house.

When the moon is covered by clouds and fog, its spirituality weakens and the marionette will be withdrawn. This is the time when it is safe to move around.

but.

The moment He entered the town, he saw the clouds and mist disperse in the sky. As soon as he hid in a nearby house, he saw crowds of people outside, and a large-scale Kingdom of Darkness drama had begun.

And until now, more than ten hours later, the red moon is still hanging in the sky, and the sky is clear without a cloud.

TBC

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Heiye: Just stay in the house and don't come out and walk around.