Sister, can we not pick up any pot without opening it? Klein complained secretly, but felt his head start to hurt again.
The original owner has forgotten not much knowledge, but definitely a lot of it. The interview will be held the day after tomorrow, so how can I get it done...
And he was involved in a strange and terrifying incident. How could he have the heart to review...
After saying a few words to her sister, Klein began to pretend to study. Melissa moved the chair, sat next to her, and started her homework with the light of the gas lamp.
The atmosphere was quiet and peaceful. At about eleven o'clock, the brothers and sisters said good night to each other and went to bed.
……
Dong!
Dongdong!
A knock on the door sounded, and Klein woke up from his dream.
He looked at the morning light outside the window, and his head turned over and sat up with a little confused look:
Who Ah?
What time is it?Why didn't Melissa wake me up?
Me, Dunn Smith.There was a calm male voice outside the door.
Dunn Smith?Don't know... Klein shook his head and got out of bed and walked towards the door.
He opened the door and saw the officer with gray eyes yesterday.
Is something wrong?Klein asked vigilantly.
The gray-eyed police officer replied with a serious expression:
We found a coachman who confirmed that you had been to Mr. Welch's residence on the 27th, the day when Mr. Welch and Ms. Naya died, and it was the car that Mr. Welch paid for you.
Klein was stunned for a moment, without any fear or guilt about the lie being exposed.
Because he was not lying at all, he felt that the evidence provided by gray-eyed police officer Dunn Smith was not beyond his expectations.
On June 27, the original owner went to Welch's residence and committed suicide the night he came back, exactly like Welch and Naya!
Klein opened his mouth and smiled bitterly:
This is not strong enough evidence to directly prove that I have something to do with the deaths of Welch and Naya. To be honest, I also want to know what happened and figure out what happened to my two pity friends, but, however, I really can't remember. I almost completely forgot what I did on the 27th. You may not believe it when I say it. I rely on my own notes to barely guess that I might have been to Welch's residence on the 27th.
Good psychological quality.Grey-eyed Officer Dunn Smith nodded without seeing her anger and smile.
You should be able to hear my sincerity.Klein looked straight into the other person's eyes.
All I tell is the truth, of course, it is just a part of the truth!
Dunn Smith did not respond immediately, and glanced around the room before slowly saying:
Mr. Welch lost a revolver and I think I should be able to find him here, right, Mr. Klein?
Sure enough... Klein finally figured out the origin of the revolver, his mind jumped like lightning, and he made a decision in an instant.
He half raised his hands, stepped back step by step, and then pointed his chin at the high and low bed path:
On the back of the bed.
He didn't specifically say the one below, because normal people wouldn't hide things on the back of the upper bed, which would allow visitors to see them clearly.
Grey-eyed police officer Dunn did not move forward, and twitched his lips and said:
Is there anything I want to add?
Klein answered without hesitation:
have!
I woke up in the middle of the night before yesterday and found myself lying on the desk with a revolver next to it and there was a bullet at the foot of the wall. It seemed like I had experienced a suicide, but maybe I had no experience, had never used a pistol, or was scared at the last moment. In short, the bullet did not achieve the expected effect, my head was still intact, and I lived to this day.
And from that time on, I forgot some memories, including what I did to Welch's residence on the 27th, what I saw, I didn't lie, I really don't remember it.
In order to clear the suspicion and to solve the strange incident that entangled him, Klein said almost everything except time travel and partying.
In addition, he has modified his wording so that every sentence can stand the test, such as not saying that the bullet did not hit the head, and only saying that the expected effect was not achieved, and the head was still intact afterwards.
In the ears of others, these two almost express the same meaning, but in fact they are completely different.
After listening quietly, Grey-eyed Police Officer Dunn spoke slowly:
This is very consistent with the development I speculated and also in line with the hidden logic of similar events before. Of course, I don't know how you survived.
Just believe it, I don’t know how I survived.Klein breathed a little relieved.
But... Dunn threw out a turning point, I believe it is useless. You are very suspicious now. You must confirm through the confirmation of the 'expert' to confirm that you have really forgotten the experience, or that it really did not directly lead to the death of Mr. Welch and Ms. Naya.
He coughed, his expression becoming serious:
Mr. Klein, please cooperate with the investigation and go back to the police station with us. It will take about two to three days, if you really have no problems.
The expert has arrived?Klein asked blankly.
Didn’t it be said two days?
She was earlier than we expected.Dunn turned his body sideways and signaled Klein to go out.
I'll leave a note.Klein asked.
Benson is still on a business trip and Melissa is going to school. She can only leave a message to tell them one thing that involves Welch so that they don’t worry.
Dunn nodded indifferently:
Can.
Klein returned to his desk and began to think about what was going on while finding paper to write.
To be honest, he really doesn't want to meet that expert, after all, he still has a bigger secret.
In places where there are seven major churches, under the premise that Emperor Rossell, who is suspected of being a senior, is being assassinated, traveling through time is mostly to go to the courtroom and to the arbitral tribunal!
However, without weapons, no fighting skills, and no extraordinary power, he is not the opponent of professional police officers, not to mention that there are several Dunn's subordinates standing in the dark outside the door.
They drew their guns and fired a volley, and they just told them!
Huh, take one step at a time.Klein left a note, took the key, and followed Dunn out of the room.
In the dim corridor, four policemen in black and white grids were arranged on both sides, very alert.
Pa, pa, pa, Crane followed Dunn, stepping down the wooden stairs, and occasionally hearing a squeak.
A four-wheeled single-horse carriage parked outside the apartment door. The side of the cabin is painted with a police system sign with a crossed sword and a crown. The surroundings are as lively and crowded and noisy as before.
Go up.Dunn signaled Kline to first.
Just as Klein was about to take a step, a hawker selling oysters caught a customer and accused him of being a thief.
The two sides started to fight, shocked the horses, and the surroundings suddenly became chaotic.
Chance!
Before Klein could think too much, he bent over and rushed forward and snatched into the crowd.
He either pushed or dodged, and ran wildly towards the other end of the street.
In the present situation, in order not to meet the experts, I could only go to the dock outside the city, take a boat down the Tassoke River, and flee to the capital Beckland, which has a large population, making it easy to hide.
Of course, you can also snatch the steam train, go east to the nearest Port of Enmatt, take the sea route to Pritz, and then head to Beckland.
Soon, Klein ran to the street and turned into Iron Cross, where several employed carriages were parked.
Go to the pier outside the city.Klein leaped onto one of them with a hand.
He thought it very clearly that he should deliberately mislead the police chasing, and jump down by himself when the carriage drove a distance!
OKThe coachman pulled up the reins.
Dada, the carriage drove away from the iron cross.
Just as Klein was about to jump off the car, he suddenly found that the carriage turned to another road, not the road leading out of the city!
where are you going?Klein was stunned for a moment and blurted out.
Going to Welch's residence... The coachman replied in a slight tone.
What?In shock, Klein turned his body and showed his deep and cold gray eyes, as if it was Officer Dunn Smith!
you!Klein was inexplicably frightened, and suddenly felt dizzy and suddenly sat up.
Sit up?Klein looked left and right in confusion, and found that the red moon was growing outside the window and the room was covered with veil.
He reached out and touched his forehead, which was wet and cold, full of cold sweat, and the same feeling behind him.
Having a nightmare... Klein breathed slowly, it was okay, it was okay...
It was quite strange that he felt quite awake in his dreams and could think calmly.
After eased a little, Klein picked up the pocket watch and looked at it. He found that it was only two o'clock in the middle of the night, so he quietly got out of bed and planned to go to the public bathroom to wash his face and solve the problem of swelling lower abdomen.
Turning open the door, he came to the dim aisle, leaning against the public bathroom with a faint and difficult-to-identify moonlight.
Suddenly, he saw a figure standing in front of the window at the end of the corridor.
The figure was wearing a black windbreaker that was shorter than a robe and longer than a formal dress.
The figure half merged into the darkness, bathed in the cold crimson moon.
The figure slowly turned around, his eyes deep, gray and cold.
Dunn Smith!
The original owner has forgotten not much knowledge, but definitely a lot of it. The interview will be held the day after tomorrow, so how can I get it done...
And he was involved in a strange and terrifying incident. How could he have the heart to review...
After saying a few words to her sister, Klein began to pretend to study. Melissa moved the chair, sat next to her, and started her homework with the light of the gas lamp.
The atmosphere was quiet and peaceful. At about eleven o'clock, the brothers and sisters said good night to each other and went to bed.
……
Dong!
Dongdong!
A knock on the door sounded, and Klein woke up from his dream.
He looked at the morning light outside the window, and his head turned over and sat up with a little confused look:
Who Ah?
What time is it?Why didn't Melissa wake me up?
Me, Dunn Smith.There was a calm male voice outside the door.
Dunn Smith?Don't know... Klein shook his head and got out of bed and walked towards the door.
He opened the door and saw the officer with gray eyes yesterday.
Is something wrong?Klein asked vigilantly.
The gray-eyed police officer replied with a serious expression:
We found a coachman who confirmed that you had been to Mr. Welch's residence on the 27th, the day when Mr. Welch and Ms. Naya died, and it was the car that Mr. Welch paid for you.
Klein was stunned for a moment, without any fear or guilt about the lie being exposed.
Because he was not lying at all, he felt that the evidence provided by gray-eyed police officer Dunn Smith was not beyond his expectations.
On June 27, the original owner went to Welch's residence and committed suicide the night he came back, exactly like Welch and Naya!
Klein opened his mouth and smiled bitterly:
This is not strong enough evidence to directly prove that I have something to do with the deaths of Welch and Naya. To be honest, I also want to know what happened and figure out what happened to my two pity friends, but, however, I really can't remember. I almost completely forgot what I did on the 27th. You may not believe it when I say it. I rely on my own notes to barely guess that I might have been to Welch's residence on the 27th.
Good psychological quality.Grey-eyed Officer Dunn Smith nodded without seeing her anger and smile.
You should be able to hear my sincerity.Klein looked straight into the other person's eyes.
All I tell is the truth, of course, it is just a part of the truth!
Dunn Smith did not respond immediately, and glanced around the room before slowly saying:
Mr. Welch lost a revolver and I think I should be able to find him here, right, Mr. Klein?
Sure enough... Klein finally figured out the origin of the revolver, his mind jumped like lightning, and he made a decision in an instant.
He half raised his hands, stepped back step by step, and then pointed his chin at the high and low bed path:
On the back of the bed.
He didn't specifically say the one below, because normal people wouldn't hide things on the back of the upper bed, which would allow visitors to see them clearly.
Grey-eyed police officer Dunn did not move forward, and twitched his lips and said:
Is there anything I want to add?
Klein answered without hesitation:
have!
I woke up in the middle of the night before yesterday and found myself lying on the desk with a revolver next to it and there was a bullet at the foot of the wall. It seemed like I had experienced a suicide, but maybe I had no experience, had never used a pistol, or was scared at the last moment. In short, the bullet did not achieve the expected effect, my head was still intact, and I lived to this day.
And from that time on, I forgot some memories, including what I did to Welch's residence on the 27th, what I saw, I didn't lie, I really don't remember it.
In order to clear the suspicion and to solve the strange incident that entangled him, Klein said almost everything except time travel and partying.
In addition, he has modified his wording so that every sentence can stand the test, such as not saying that the bullet did not hit the head, and only saying that the expected effect was not achieved, and the head was still intact afterwards.
In the ears of others, these two almost express the same meaning, but in fact they are completely different.
After listening quietly, Grey-eyed Police Officer Dunn spoke slowly:
This is very consistent with the development I speculated and also in line with the hidden logic of similar events before. Of course, I don't know how you survived.
Just believe it, I don’t know how I survived.Klein breathed a little relieved.
But... Dunn threw out a turning point, I believe it is useless. You are very suspicious now. You must confirm through the confirmation of the 'expert' to confirm that you have really forgotten the experience, or that it really did not directly lead to the death of Mr. Welch and Ms. Naya.
He coughed, his expression becoming serious:
Mr. Klein, please cooperate with the investigation and go back to the police station with us. It will take about two to three days, if you really have no problems.
The expert has arrived?Klein asked blankly.
Didn’t it be said two days?
She was earlier than we expected.Dunn turned his body sideways and signaled Klein to go out.
I'll leave a note.Klein asked.
Benson is still on a business trip and Melissa is going to school. She can only leave a message to tell them one thing that involves Welch so that they don’t worry.
Dunn nodded indifferently:
Can.
Klein returned to his desk and began to think about what was going on while finding paper to write.
To be honest, he really doesn't want to meet that expert, after all, he still has a bigger secret.
In places where there are seven major churches, under the premise that Emperor Rossell, who is suspected of being a senior, is being assassinated, traveling through time is mostly to go to the courtroom and to the arbitral tribunal!
However, without weapons, no fighting skills, and no extraordinary power, he is not the opponent of professional police officers, not to mention that there are several Dunn's subordinates standing in the dark outside the door.
They drew their guns and fired a volley, and they just told them!
Huh, take one step at a time.Klein left a note, took the key, and followed Dunn out of the room.
In the dim corridor, four policemen in black and white grids were arranged on both sides, very alert.
Pa, pa, pa, Crane followed Dunn, stepping down the wooden stairs, and occasionally hearing a squeak.
A four-wheeled single-horse carriage parked outside the apartment door. The side of the cabin is painted with a police system sign with a crossed sword and a crown. The surroundings are as lively and crowded and noisy as before.
Go up.Dunn signaled Kline to first.
Just as Klein was about to take a step, a hawker selling oysters caught a customer and accused him of being a thief.
The two sides started to fight, shocked the horses, and the surroundings suddenly became chaotic.
Chance!
Before Klein could think too much, he bent over and rushed forward and snatched into the crowd.
He either pushed or dodged, and ran wildly towards the other end of the street.
In the present situation, in order not to meet the experts, I could only go to the dock outside the city, take a boat down the Tassoke River, and flee to the capital Beckland, which has a large population, making it easy to hide.
Of course, you can also snatch the steam train, go east to the nearest Port of Enmatt, take the sea route to Pritz, and then head to Beckland.
Soon, Klein ran to the street and turned into Iron Cross, where several employed carriages were parked.
Go to the pier outside the city.Klein leaped onto one of them with a hand.
He thought it very clearly that he should deliberately mislead the police chasing, and jump down by himself when the carriage drove a distance!
OKThe coachman pulled up the reins.
Dada, the carriage drove away from the iron cross.
Just as Klein was about to jump off the car, he suddenly found that the carriage turned to another road, not the road leading out of the city!
where are you going?Klein was stunned for a moment and blurted out.
Going to Welch's residence... The coachman replied in a slight tone.
What?In shock, Klein turned his body and showed his deep and cold gray eyes, as if it was Officer Dunn Smith!
you!Klein was inexplicably frightened, and suddenly felt dizzy and suddenly sat up.
Sit up?Klein looked left and right in confusion, and found that the red moon was growing outside the window and the room was covered with veil.
He reached out and touched his forehead, which was wet and cold, full of cold sweat, and the same feeling behind him.
Having a nightmare... Klein breathed slowly, it was okay, it was okay...
It was quite strange that he felt quite awake in his dreams and could think calmly.
After eased a little, Klein picked up the pocket watch and looked at it. He found that it was only two o'clock in the middle of the night, so he quietly got out of bed and planned to go to the public bathroom to wash his face and solve the problem of swelling lower abdomen.
Turning open the door, he came to the dim aisle, leaning against the public bathroom with a faint and difficult-to-identify moonlight.
Suddenly, he saw a figure standing in front of the window at the end of the corridor.
The figure was wearing a black windbreaker that was shorter than a robe and longer than a formal dress.
The figure half merged into the darkness, bathed in the cold crimson moon.
The figure slowly turned around, his eyes deep, gray and cold.
Dunn Smith!
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