Chapter 172 "Autopsy"

"Um, how long has it been since that congressman died?" Klein asked, pointing to the core while packing up his body.

If it exceeds 15 minutes, the information that can be harvested will be reduced precipitously, and if it exceeds 1 hour, only relatively superficial things can be obtained.

If it is more than 1 month, the psychic itself has a high probability of failure.

"Unfortunately, the preliminary inspection report shows that Councilman Maynard died between 9:00 and 11:00 last night." Dunn shook his head and said, "You only need to provide help, and you don't need to consider whether there is any gain."

"Okay." Klein took off his coat, took his hat and cane, and went outside the guard's room. Dunn Smith was on duty at the Chanis Gate instead.

In fact, theoretically speaking, as an Extraordinary, as long as one's own spirituality has been improved, things such as spirit vision, divination, and ritual magic can all be learned, especially the "sleepless" sequence is also known for its high inspiration.

But in fact, the differences in the similar aspects of different sequences and various "occupations" are still very obvious. For example, Dunn Smith and Leonard Mitchell are currently mastering spiritual vision, but the color of the aura they see is only light white Or Dan Lan, who can't accurately distinguish the state of different parts of the human body. Of course, they can definitely see things like ghosts and spirits directly when they are in the state of spiritual vision, but this is not as simple and effective as their own inspiration.

This also caused the problem that "Sleepless", "Midnight Poet" and "Nightmare" didn't like to turn on the vision.

Similarly, if they wish, they can also learn methods such as pendulum, divination staff, and dream divination, but the success rate is not worth looking forward to.

The same is true in the realm of ritual magic.

When the two passed by, Dunn suddenly said:

"I forgot to mention just now. Inspector Tolle is also in charge of this matter. He will be waiting for you in the reception hall of the security company. Remember to put on your new uniform and get your new ID."

Klein was not surprised at all and asked with a smile:

"New uniforms, new documents? Tingen City Police Department is very efficient."

He was only promoted to Sequence 8 yesterday...

"Because this case is very important, so..." Dunn spread his hands and took the seat before Klein.

All the way back upstairs, Klein didn't rush to the reception hall. Instead, he entered the Nighthawk's rest room and went to the attached washroom to solve his personal problems—only toilets, water bottles, and basins were provided in the guard room.

He then changed into a special police uniform upgraded with two silver stars and a soft hat with "crossed swords and clustered crown".

After transferring the "Sunflame Talisman", "Azik Copper Whistle", "ceremonial materials" and other things, Klein straightened his clothes and walked out of the lounge with his cane.

As soon as he passed the partition, he saw Inspector Toller sitting in the sofa area.

Not seen for a while, the tall police officer has become more rounded, with a more prominent belly, with thick beard and hair, just like a brown bear who just escaped from the circus.

"It's a pleasure to work with you again." Seeing that he knew the Nighthawk, Tolle breathed a sigh of relief, leaned forward and stood up, stretching out his bear's paw.

No, the palm... Klein silently corrected himself, and shook hands with the other party politely:

"Me too."

At this time, Toller glanced at Klein's shoulder straps with two shining silver stars, and said with a little envy:

"We're level and it's been less than a month."

Klein originally wanted to say seriously, "The danger we bear may be ten times that of yours", but when he said the words, he thought of his current identity - the "clown" of Sequence 8.

Maybe you can try it... With the help of his mind's reflection on facial expressions, the corners of his mouth turned up, and his smile clearly replied:

"Perhaps in two or three months, you will call me sir."

"You're really humorous." Toller laughed, pointing to the door and said, "Shall we go?"

"Okay." Klein didn't give up his cane. For him, after becoming a "clown", this "weapon" is worthy of its name.

After leaving the gate of the Blackthorn Security Company, Klein and Toler went downstairs side by side. One was thin and the other was fat. The contrast was very sharp.

"I think we can even go to the circus to make the audience laugh." Klein suddenly laughed.

Toller nodded in agreement and said:

"Yeah, I think our contrast is comical. You know what? Certain circuses are experimenting with clowns who are fat, thin, tall and short."

No, actually I mean the animal trainer and the brown bear... Of course, Klein would not say such impolite words, he echoed:

"It's a pity that we don't have a permanent circus in Tingen."

"Yes, but we still have the Opera House, the Grand Theater, and the Concert Hall." Inspector Tolle responded with a bit of regret.

The two exchanged pleasantries and got into the carriage of the police station. It wasn't until this moment that Klein turned the topic to the case:

"Is Senator Maynard sure he was murdered?"

"Not sure, but his wife and his two sons are unwilling to believe the possibility of a sudden illness. Well, there are indeed some problems at the scene. When Maynard was found, he was not wearing any clothes, just lying on the bed of the guest room. Bed." Toller said deliberately.

"He and his wife sleep in separate rooms?" Klein leaned back against the wall of the carriage, imitating the protagonists of various detective films he had seen in his previous life.

Toller shook his head and said:

"No, his wife hasn't been in Tingen in the past few days. She went to Backlund to attend an important social dance. You may not know that she is a new party leader and the daughter of a member of the House of Commons. She is still returning. On the steam train in Tingen, I just expressed my attitude in advance by telegram."

"Maynard is also a member of the New Party and has served as a member of Tingen City Councilor for more than ten years. He intends to aim for the position of mayor in next year's election."

"In other words, his death may be related to this?" Klein asked casually, and immediately laughed, "I'm just helping with the 'autopsy', other things are not within the scope of my concern, so you don't need to answer."

Toller sighed indifferently:

"Autopsy...you are cautious."

"As for your guess, I can only say that perhaps, Councilor Maynard held a party at his home last night. There were too many guests coming and going. We have no way of identifying the main suspect for the time being. Moreover, these guests all have decent identities. , we must be careful enough not to make mistakes.”

"Understood." Klein nodded slightly, and asked some details of the scene with interest.

Maynard's home is located in the Jinwutong District. It is a single-family house, surrounded by gardens and lawns, with stables, fountains, and wide roads made of cement.

Klein put on the soft hat with the police crest, followed Inspector Toller, passed through the virtual blockade, and entered the main entrance of the two-story building under the watchful eyes of the police officers.

In the living room area, four trainee inspectors, two men and two women, were looking for someone to talk to and collect statements.

Klein took a quick look and found many gentlemen in tuxedos, as well as several ladies with gorgeous court dresses and fine black gauze covering their faces.

"They are all guests who stayed here last night." Toler explained, leading Klein to the stairs and heading straight to the second floor.

Along the way, perhaps due to the effect of the inspector's epaulets, the police officers who searched the house saw that the two showed respectful expressions and did not stop them in the slightest.

"This is the guest room where Senator Maynard's body was found." The tall and burly Toller stopped in front of a dark mahogany door.

Klein asked thoughtfully:

"Who did this room belong to last night?"

"It doesn't belong to anyone. There are too many guest bedrooms in this house, and it doesn't come in handy." Toller put on his white gloves and reached out to unscrew the dark red wooden door.

He asked the police officer in charge of guarding to leave temporarily, nodded to Klein and said:

"Inspector Moretti, I'll leave it to you."

"May the goddess bless you and me. I hope there will be gains." Klein also put on white gloves and locked the door behind him.

He walked to the side of the bed and saw that the dark red sheet was extremely messy, and on it lay a corpse covered with a white cloth.

Klein can be regarded as someone who has seen the world now. He pulled back the white cloth without fear, and looked at Senator Maynard.

This gentleman was in his forties, with blond hair cut very short, and a mixed expression of pain and pleasure remained on his face.

Klein took two steps back, took out the corresponding materials, and quickly made preparations for the psychic ceremony.

After some incantations, in the quiet and distant fragrance and the cold wind surrounding him, he silently recited the divination sentence he had thought up long ago:

"Cause of death of Senator Maynard."

"Cause of death of Senator Maynard."

...

While meditating, Klein stepped back to the high-back chair and sat down slowly.

His eyes turned black, he leaned back, and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

In the illusory, blurred and hazy world, he suddenly saw the gentleman just now.

With blue eyes open, Maynard was leaning on a fair-skinned lady with an outstanding figure and trying her best to sprint.

He first showed an expression of extreme satisfaction and joy, then suddenly withdrew his right hand and pressed his chest, his expression twisted into a ferocious expression.

Snapped!

As Maynard fell, the picture quickly shattered, and Klein opened his eyes, waking up from his dream.

I didn't expect that I could still watch a dirty movie in this way... So, Senator Maynard died on the bed of cheating, died of being too tired? Klein let out a low laugh and rubbed his forehead.

He took out his pen and paper, and using the ritual again, he drew the lady he saw in his dream, omitting the neck, of course.

This is a woman whose exact age is hard to tell. She has a mature style in her thirties, and also has the innocence of youth. Her eyes are moist and shiny, giving people a lovely and pitiful feeling.

Glancing at "my" work, Klein packed up the ritual materials and lifted the spiritual wall.

He turned his body sideways, reached out and grabbed the silver-encrusted black staff leaning beside him.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of lotus lingering in his throat, which made the surface of the skin instantly burst into lumps of lotus!

Klein suddenly looked at the bed, and saw Councilman Maynard's hands tightly grasping the dark red sheet, the backs of his palms were black and black.

With a swipe, the congressman who died between 9:00 and 11:00 last night sat up, saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were empty.

PS: Tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival, let's add another chapter, the old time, early morning, noon and night.