Chapter 98 The incident begins

Chapter 98 The incident begins

Chapter 98 The incident begins

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Judging from the assistant's death, this murder was extremely vicious, so Klein's interrogation took a long time and the questions were more rigorous. However, with the company of a regular lawyer and Klein's innocence, the interrogation went smoothly.

Klein took the initiative to tell the police about the contact between him and Isengard and the appointment of a meeting time. The police inspectors also successfully found the corresponding letters in his residence, but these things were not enough to dispel Klein's suspicion of murder. Fortunately, Isengard Stanton's body was not found in the mansion. As long as the victim can be found and made to testify, there is still hope.

Thinking of this, Klein decisively said to the police officers, "Mr. Eisinger Stanton and I were once hired by the Backlund Police Department to investigate a previous serial murder case."

"The murderer behind the serial murders is brutal. Judging from Mr. Eisinger's assistant, the victim, this murderer is likely related to the previous one. Maybe he is an accomplice, coming to avenge his companion."

He thought of these things after seeing the book "Demon Legends of the Sivellas Region" dropped on the floor in the living room. His intuition accurately grasped the connection between this incident and the "devil", so when he notified Jurgen to come and rescue him, he thought of calling Mr. Edward as well.

When the police officer pushed the door open and went to his residence to look for the letter, Klein glanced outside and saw the angel fellow sitting upright on one side of the long corridor, with his head slightly lowered and his eyes closed, as if he was taking a nap and waiting.

After all, you don’t know when you can get out of the police station, and the “devil” won’t wait for you, so the sooner the message is delivered, the better.

Therefore, Klein immediately changed his strategy and recounted in great detail how he met Eisinger Stanton because of the serial murder case.

In addition, he took the initiative to mention that Eisinger 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 provided some ideas, or, to use the professional terminology of the private detective industry, provided consulting advice, Mr. Stanton still considered me to have made the greatest contribution, so I received the largest reward,” Klein concluded.

The two police officers in charge of the interrogation quickly recorded these circumstances and asked if anyone could prove the above. Klein gave the names and addresses of private detectives such as Stuart and Kaslana.

"Very good, Mr. Moriarty, your answer is detailed enough." A police officer stopped writing and asked, "How long did you stay in Isengard Stanton's house today? I mean, from the time you entered until we found you."

Klein thought for a moment and answered directly without asking for the opinion of Attorney Jurgen, "About two to three minutes."

He was speaking of his true personal feelings.

Another police officer raised his eyebrows and said, "Several nearby residents can confirm that you entered Isengard Stanton's home at around 2:10 pm, and we arrived at the scene at 2:28 pm, which means that you stayed in the house for about 18 minutes, not two to three minutes!"

"What on earth were you doing all this time? Why didn't you leave and call the police?"

Eighteen minutes had passed? Klein frowned.

He felt that he and the person who was watching silently were in a stalemate for no more than a minute, so how come eighteen minutes had passed?

This question was not in Klein's favor, and it also seemed like he was making a far-fetched argument. The accompanying lawyer, Jurgen, leaned forward slightly, trying to change the subject. But Klein was upright and stopped Jurgen, speaking his true feelings without embellishment.

"It really felt to me like only two or three minutes had passed."

He emphasized "his own feeling".

By the time the interrogation was completed and all the evidence was collected, it was almost dark.

After going through so much trouble and finally being charged 50 pounds for bail, Klein was in a very bad mood.

After everything was done, it was already past dinner time. Jurgen originally wanted to invite Klein to his home, but considering that he had to tell Mr. Edward about the demon, Klein reluctantly declined the delicious dinner. Jurgen was not surprised to hear this, as he had guessed that the two had something important to discuss in private.

He was worried that Mrs. Doris was old and in poor health, and would be lonely at home alone, so he gave Klein a few instructions and got on the carriage and left first. It was only then that Klein finally had the opportunity to talk to Edward about this matter in detail.

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"I understand."

After listening to Klein's introduction, Edward replied disappointedly, "I didn't expect the Belia family to have lost so many talents. The demon path is really useless. A Sequence 5 kid didn't kill the Detective Isengard, nor did he kill you. He was even held back by the two of you for more than ten minutes until the neighbors called the police. It sounds like I don't need to do anything. The church will soon catch him with this ability."

The devil's speaking style is really devilish, and this sentence is like "If it were me, neither of you would survive"... Well, it's very likely true.

Klein blushed: "Have you confirmed that he is Sequence 5?"

"Yeah." Edward cut a corner of the cream pancake on the plate with a fork and answered thoughtfully, "Killing people by interfering with emotions is the basic application of the ability of the "Apostle of Desire". Under high tension or panic, the mind will misjudge the flow of time. The simplest example is that in novels, there is often a description like "the moment of the bomb explosion seems to be extremely long", right? It is not only to express that kind of atmosphere, but also because human senses are easily affected by various emotional factors and produce illusions."

Humans have very sharp senses and are therefore easily deceived. The five senses of sight, taste, and smell can easily mislead humans if they are properly deceived, and even intense emotions can affect their judgment.

"So that's it."

It was already dark outside, and the club's chef should have gone off work, but Klein hadn't had dinner yet. So Edward simply invited him to rest for a while in a pretty good cafe and have something to eat, and frankly told him that these were all gifts because of the intelligence.

After taking a look at the price list, Klein looked up in shock and said, "My information shouldn't be worth that much, right?"

"How could that be? You have to believe that even a small piece of information can potentially benefit others."

Edward tactfully changed the subject. He certainly wouldn't say bluntly, "Because I've been waiting for Belia to take action for more than a month. You telling me this information now is really a timely help." Having said that, Klein stopped being polite and ordered a bowl of soup, a cake, and a lobster pasta as a main course. Edward chose his preferred light cream pancake, which was paired with some chopped chestnuts and tasted very refreshing.

"As for that Belia, do you have any other ideas?"

Klein rolled the pasta again and again with his fork, picked up a lobster, took a big bite, chewed hard and swallowed it, then said, "The information is limited. The first victim now is Mr. Eisinger. I can only guess that the demon dog's accomplices are taking revenge on every detective involved in the investigation. Even if I didn't run into him today, he would come to kill me sooner or later."

"Yes." Edward didn't care. "It's a good thing that you met him earlier. You saved Isengard's life and found out that a demon had been secretly targeting you. Otherwise, it would be too easy to attack you if you were hiding in the dark. He was not smart enough to expose himself before he succeeded."

...It's so easy to do it... Klein was choked by this devil's words again. Looking at Edward's expression, "He" was probably, possibly, perhaps, really thinking about how he would kill all the detectives one by one without leaving any trace if he were a Sequence 5!

It’s not that I can’t understand it, haha… Klein wiped the non-existent cold sweat in his heart and thought from another perspective. If I saw a fake fortune teller who was swindling people, I might think the same way.

Chatting with demons is really stressful. But now I know that among the many families related to demons, the most powerful Belia family has the tradition of training extraordinary animals as assistants. It is really a luxurious behavior. This reminds me of Miss Justice and her pet dog.

Together with the Andrellad and North families, it formed a loose organization called the "Blood Cult". Although some intelligence reports only said that the latter was in decline, it now seems that the latter two are dependent on the former.

Although he could get a lot of knowledge about the demonic ways from the little "Sun", the God-forsaken Land had been isolated from the world for thousands of years, so a lot of the information was outdated.

The delicious food soothed Klein's depressed mood to a certain extent, and Edward's presence also made Klein feel very safe. So, in a relatively relaxed environment, they had dinner.

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When the two returned to Minsk Street in Cherwood, it was already completely dark. The light from the gas street lamps was even brighter than the vague red moon in the sky.

After having a delicious and sumptuous dinner from the angel senior, Edward chose to walk back with Klein for safety reasons and because they lived in a large neighborhood. Under the cold red moon and in the cold winter air, an old survivor and an Outer God leisurely came to No. 15 Minsk Street. "Then I'll take you there." Edward stopped at the side of the street and said goodbye, "Goodbye, Klein."

"Thank you for sending me back. Maybe we'll see each other tomorrow." Klein couldn't help but make a joke.

There was a copy of the Backlund Daily in the mailbox at the door. Klein's mind wandered for a moment, and he remembered that the angel behind him seemed to be one of the special editors of this newspaper.

He took the newspaper, opened the door and went into the house. Just as he put down his cane, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

His fortune teller's spiritual intuition told him that a stranger had entered his home!

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

There should have been only newspapers there!
Klein entered the living room, always on guard against attacks, and moved closer to the coffee table. During the entire process, the surroundings were quiet and silent, without any abnormality.

After looking down at the letter for a few seconds, 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. After unfolding it, a dark red color immediately caught Klein's eyes, and a faint smell of blood lingered in his nose.

On the letter paper, a line of words was written in coagulated blood:
"You are all going to die!"

Is this... really the master of the demon dog? Is he avenging the people who caused his men's deaths? He is really bullying the weak and afraid of the strong. Why doesn't he just go find the powerful Nighthawks who are responsible for the cleanup operation? Klein's heart tightened, and many thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.

But he quickly denied his complaint. It was the most normal choice to start revenge on the people who could be dealt with first, just like he had been in Backlund for several months and had never thought of looking for Ince Zangwill and the unidentified strong man, but instead kept chasing Lanevus.

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

"You're taking revenge in such a blatant way. Aren't you afraid of being watched by the powerful officials? Is this his potion role-playing requirement?
"Or, because Detective Isengard Stanton escaped, he knew that he could no longer eliminate the targets one by one in secret, so he had to try another method, but this method was meaningless, right?

"Also, when we were at Detective Stanton's house, he had clearly locked onto me and was watching me the whole time, so why didn't he do anything? Would he still be concerned about an ordinary private detective like me?

"No, that's impossible... He knows I'm a Beyonder? It's possible. Because of the side effect of the Master Key that made me get lost, I ran into the demon dog directly. It saw my appearance and figure. Although I disguised myself to a certain extent at the time, I don't know if the 'devil' can see through this...

"Perhaps, after that incident, it was presented to its owner in some way...

"But I couldn't even defeat the demon dog at the time and could only flee in panic. What did he have to worry about? Unless he was worried about something else, such as Isengard Stanton who was hiding nearby due to injury?

"He wrote to me so ostentatiously. Did he think that a wild Beyonder like me would not dare to seek official help?"

With a lot of questions in his mind, Klein checked the house and went all the way to the second floor.

When he opened the bedroom door, another letter caught his eye. This letter lay quietly on the desk, as if it had been waiting for a long time.

Klein picked up the package, opened it gently, and saw a line of words outlined in dark red blood:
"You're next."

The next one... How arrogant... Klein couldn't help but sigh.

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

The glow of the gas street lamps shone on their outer walls, forming areas of alternating light and dark.

Suddenly, the shadows in those areas squirmed and twisted, forming a black figure in a neat tuxedo.

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

Immediately, it retracted its arm and blew at the "muzzle".

Immediately afterwards, it fell backwards silently and transformed into countless disconnected shadows.

……

"I didn't expect to see you again so soon."

Edward, who had not yet reached the street intersection, stood under the gas street lamp, gently stroking the cane with his right hand, with a somewhat amused expression: "You said he sent you a threatening letter? He actually left such an obvious occult connection, he really relies on anti-divination to think that he is too old."

"Is this kid's first time leaving the Belia family's jurisdiction?"

That's really good. He even knows how to use smoke bombs. If I hadn't guessed that Belia came to Backlund alone for some other purpose, I would definitely think he was out of his mind now.

The high-profile sending of threatening letters to every detective who killed the dog, and the early action against Isengard, were all to attract the attention of the detectives and officials, right? The police would be on martial law for a long time, so that he would have enough space to do something secretly.

Not bad. Although his strength is not good, his cunningness is barely acceptable.

Considering the anti-divination properties of the demonic path, Edward did not ask any more questions.

Klein was equally helpless and had already started planning to call the police. He muttered to himself, "After picking up the threatening letter, I saw a black shadow on the roof of the building opposite from the window..."

Edward raised his eyebrows slightly: "Upstairs across the street, just now?"

"Yes."

“I see.” He looked in the direction of Klein’s finger and smiled. “You are very brave.”

I didn't see it, I didn't feel it at all.

There has always been no one there.

TBC
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Continuous update.

(End of this chapter)