"What?" Toole, with the build of a brown bear, was startled. He glanced at Klein, then looked around the room, and with an agility that was inappropriate for him, rushed in.
He pulled back the white cloth covering the body, examined it carefully several times, and sighed in relief, saying:
"It's better than I imagined. This is not a major problem."
Perhaps I should pull out my revolver and give Senator Menard five hunting demon bullets to see if the situation is really that serious... Klein muttered to himself, pointing to the door and saying:
"Then there's nothing for me to do after that, right?"
"No!" Toole shouted suddenly, "Wait a moment longer."
Klein asked in confusion:
"Why?"
Toole explained very seriously and solemnly: "We must prevent any accidents. After questioning Mrs. Sherlyn and getting her statement, I'll take you back to Zotland Street."
Even someone like Menard, who has been dead for over 10 hours, can "come back to life." What else could go wrong? You're gone, what am I to do? Toole muttered to himself silently.
"All right," Klein rubbed his forehead and said, "Find a quiet room for me to rest."
He had only been promoted for one day and his overall state was still unstable. Just now, several ceremonies had been held, two talismans had been used, and he had been greatly frightened. Therefore, he must meditate quickly to eliminate the problem.
Now, Klein was extremely vigilant about "out of control."
Toole put the white cloth back on, and he seemed to relax a lot more:
"There's no problem."
He led Klein into the guest room near the sunbathing room, pointed inside and said:
"Inspector Moretti, you can rest assured. No one will disturb you. I'll go find Mrs. Sherlyn first."
Klein nodded slightly, watched him leave, then closed the door and drew the curtains together.
In the dim and quiet bedroom, he slowly walked to the rocking chair, lay down comfortably, and allowed his body to rhythmically sway back and forth.
Countless light ball illusions piled up in his mind. The buzzing sound in his ears and the throbbing pain in his head gradually disappeared one by one.
When his state stabilized, he opened his eyes and looked at the outlines of the bed, cabinets, and other furniture outlined in the darkness. Calmly, he summarized his previous attempts:
"Several rather exaggerated jokes haven't received 'feedback' yet..."
"Perhaps I haven't truly controlled the power of the 'Clown' potion yet, and the negative effects still remain... Of course, it's not impossible that this role-playing doesn't have much effect." "... Personally, I'm not too keen on playing the 'jester' role, but since I've chosen this sequence path, I have no choice but to push through it...
"Actually, everyone in life has moments when they might become a 'jester', and there's no need to be too reluctant about it..."
"Need to figure out what the core elements of a 'jester' are as soon as possible..."
As various thoughts swirled and emerged, Klein suddenly pulled out a brass-colored penny with a denomination of one-tenth.
He habitually wanted to divine whether there were any extraordinary factors influencing Maynard's death.
This might be a professional disease... Klein shook his head and laughed, his eyes deepening as he repeatedly muttered:
"John Maynard's death was influenced by extraordinary factors."
...
Bang!
He lay on the rocking chair and popped out that half-penny coin, watching its yellowish copper body roll and flicker in the dim light.
Plop! The coin landed squarely in Klein's palm, with the number two on top.
"Negative... That means the death of John Maynard was not influenced by extraordinary factors... This guy seems to have died suddenly under extreme joy... The deceased takes precedence. I won't use Chinese idioms to mock him anymore..." Klein picked up the coin, emptied his mind in the dark, deep, and dimly lighting room, and almost fell asleep.
Dong, dong, dong.
In the slow and rhythmic tapping sound, Klein tidied his clothes, put on the soft cap with the police emblem, left the rocking chair, and slowly walked to the door.
Just as his right palm touched the armrest, a picture suddenly appeared in his mind:
Inspector Toller, like a brown bear, stood outside the door, pulled at his collar, with obvious confusion and helplessness in his expression.
Turning the handle, Klein opened the door unhurriedly.
Inspector Toller appeared in his vision, pulled at his collar and said:
"Very sorry, I've kept you waiting for too long."
"We've already visited Mrs. Sheron and recorded her statements. You can return to Zotran Street now."
"Really sorry, I've wasted your precious time."
Klein didn't ask the reason for the other person's current mood, but instead smiled:
"Mrs. Sheron admits that she was with Maynard Member last night?"
"Yes, she said that under the catalysis of a lot of alcohol, she and Maynard Member couldn't control themselves for a while, and after discovering his sudden death, she was very scared. She quickly made some treatment and escaped from that room, hiding back in her own guest room. We don't have enough reasons to accuse her of a crime yet, so we can only let her leave and restrict her certain freedom, waiting for the further autopsy results."
Inspector Toller described in detail.
Klein slightly tilted his head and smiled sharply:
"Who are you explaining to?"
Toller was stunned for a moment, then gave a bitter smile: "Yes, I don't need to explain anything to you. I was so annoyed by Maynard's wife that I subconsciously said so much."
"Maynard Member's wife is back?" Klein suddenly asked in surprise.
"Yes, unfortunately, today's steam train had an anomaly and didn't delay. Inspector Toller gave a joking affirmative answer.
Klein didn't ask any more questions and checked if his belongings were complete before following Inspector Toller to the stairwell, all the way back to the bottom floor.
"Why don't you arrest her?"
"She's the murderer! I want to accuse her, I want to accuse you of dereliction of duty!"
"I want to hire the best lawyer to accuse you all!"
...
A series of somewhat harsh words reached Klein's ears. He instinctively looked around and saw a plump, fair-skinned middle-aged woman in the living room area, being supported by two young men, glaring at the opposite side and constantly scolding.
"Beckland's fashionable court-style dress this year..." Klein, who often read the magazine "Ladies' Aesthetics", suddenly had this out-of-place thought. Then he saw a woman being protected by several gentlemen behind her.
This woman was wearing a black long dress, with fair skin and flowing brown hair, and her brown eyes were as innocent and pitiful as a little deer in the forest, making people involuntarily want to protect her.
Mrs. Sherwin... Klein suddenly remembered the "minor pornographic film" she starred in, and hurriedly raised his right hand, pressing his lips together, and coughed twice.
He deliberately tapped his left teeth twice and used "clairvoyance" to observe the people present:
Mrs. Menard had some minor physical problems and her aura color was relatively thin... From her emotional color, one could intuitively feel her anger and her hatred... This was very consistent with her external appearance...
Huh, Mrs. Sherwin's emotional color represents rational thinking and a calm state... This is completely opposite to her outwardly frantic and pitiful appearance... Indeed, someone who can become a socialite is definitely not a little bunny... Her body is very healthy...
After the examination, Klein was about to withdraw his gaze when suddenly he saw Mrs. Sherwin quickly raise her head, glance in his direction, and then lower her head again, looking timid and trembling.
If one couldn't directly see your emotional color, I'm afraid I would have been deceived by your performance... You should consider developing towards the "actor" direction... A few sarcastic remarks, Klein didn't stop and walked out of Mrs. Menard's house with Inspector Toller, taking a carriage arranged by the police station back to Zortlan Street.
After replacing the captain, he continued to patrol the Charnis Gate and took the opportunity to write a reimbursement application.
There was nothing happening all night, and Klein returned to the ground in the early morning, receiving the breakfast bought for him by Rosan from her hand.
"I like this pie!" he praised.
The cost of the breakfast he had already given to her in advance.
"Really? Then I can try it tomorrow!" Rosan responded happily.
... Klein's lips twitched slightly as he concentrated on preparing the milk and the pie.
At 8:25, he yawned and forced himself to resist sleepiness, then went to the nearby shooting club.
He had arranged to meet Dr. Dast Goodrich, the doctor from the mental hospital, at this time point a few days earlier. ......
Bang! Bang! Bang!
In the small shooting range, Klein and Dast each aimed at the target and fired a full magazine of bullets.
Clinking sounds, Dast shook out the spent cartridges and curiously tilted his head to examine Klein:
"You are more confident now than before."
Of course, I have reached level 8 in the promotion sequence and possess practical skills... Klein mentally pictured his own facial expression and body movements, deliberately assuming an arrogant posture:
"Because I completely mastered the power of the potion in just over a month."
Dast gave a barely visible shrug and said: "Although this is something to be proud of, it doesn't need to be constantly mentioned."
Hey, as the "spectator", you actually didn't see through my performance... So it seems that "The Clown" is quite restrained in his ability to handle the "spectators"... Klein smiled understandingly and then asked:
"How is Hude Ougen doing recently?" "... "He's really gone crazy," Dast said in silence for a moment. "I've tried various methods to test him, and he's definitely crazy. I'm considering prescribing the appropriate medication for him to see if it can cure him."
As the "psychiatrist" of sequence 7, he actually pretended to be a mental patient... Even though there were certain therapeutic actions, it didn't quite match the core elements of the potion name... This was a vague and incorrect use of the "role-playing method". Being crazy isn't particularly strange... Klein thought for a moment and said:
"Before he went crazy, did anyone contact him? Have you checked that out?"
"Except for the doctor, patients, nurses, and janitors at the mental hospital, no outsider had contact with him." Dast replied affirmatively.
Klein "uh"ed.
"Earlier on? Was anyone there to visit him, or did he leave the mental hospital for a period of time regularly?"
In order to keep to the original promise, Klein didn't specifically inquire about Hude Ogen's situation several times before.
Dast fell into deep thought for a long time before saying:
"Except for the members of the Psychological Alchemy Society, no more than five people had visited him. One of them came three times, and his name was El."
Without waiting for Klein to ask further, he continued on his own:
"But I heard Hude Ogen mention that El is a pseudonym."
"His real name is Lanrusus."