After thinking about the possibility of the Demon Dog owner, Klein immediately changed his strategy and told the process of getting to know Esinger Stanton in a very detailed manner.
In addition, he also took the initiative to mention that Aisinger Stanton organized a group of detectives to investigate the serial murder case and successfully received some rewards.
In that commission, although I only gave some ideas, well, in professional terms in the private detective industry, I provided consulting opinions, but Mr. Stanton still considered the most contribution, so I got the most bounty.Klein concluded.
The two policemen in charge of the interrogation recorded these situations and asked if anyone could prove the above content. Klein gave the names and addresses of private detectives such as Stuart and Kaslana.
Very good, Mr. Moriarty, your answer is thorough enough.An officer stopped the pen and asked, How long have you been at Aisinger Stanton's house today?I mean from entering to being discovered by us.
Klein thought for a while, but did not ask for advice from lawyer Jurgen, and directly replied:
Two to three minutes look like.
He is talking about a real personal feeling.
Another police officer raised his eyebrows and said:
Many nearby residents were able to confirm that you entered Aisinger Stanton's home at around 2:00 pm, and when we arrived at the scene it was 2:28 pm, which means you stayed in the house for about eighteen minutes, not two to three minutes!
What are you doing for such a long time?Why not leave and call the police?
Eighteen minutes passed?Klein frowned suddenly.
He felt that he and Wuyin were staring at the stalemate for at least one minute, but why did the eighteen minutes pass?
Is it the strange feeling of being stared at that confusing my grasp of time, or is it something else?
Is this the other party’s extraordinary ability?
If he is really the owner of the Demon Dog, he will have at least Sequence 6, and there is a high probability Sequence 5... When Klein was puzzled and pondered, Jurgen leaned forward and prepared to accuse the police of the inquiry for suspected inducement.
This is not a very sufficient reason. He just wanted to interrupt the interrogation rhythm in this way and delay the obviously unfavorable issue just now.
At this moment, Klein raised his hand and rubbed his forehead and said:
All I said was true, and in my personal sense, I only entered Detective Aisinger Stanton’s house for two to three minutes.
Speaking of this, he emphasized:
Well, in my personal feeling.
The two officers looked at each other and recorded this.
After a brief quiet, the police officer who asked just now said:
During those eighteen minutes, a servant who came back from out rang the doorbell, but no one answered. So he looked in through the convex window and saw the corpses all over the floor and you standing at the door of the living room.
He was very scared and ran to the police station to report the case in a crazy way. Many passers-by and some residents could confirm this.
Klein ignored the look of lawyer Jurgen, shook his head and said:
I didn't hear the doorbell ringing.
The two officers looked at each other again, without commenting, just a simple record.
They asked some questions about other details, and Klein, who had never done anything without guilt and guilt, answered them truthfully.
At the end, he couldn't help but care:
Have you found Detective Aisinger Stanton?I don't look like there are any corpses in the living room, he should be alive...
A police officer poked a pen down the table and said:
This is also something we are puzzled about. There are only traces of fighting in the living room of the whole house, and the windows are closed and have not been opened for many days. You know, this is normal in the autumn and winter of Beckland.
But the attacker and Mr. Aisinger Stanton left the room strangely, not knowing where they went, we did not find any clues elsewhere in the house and around us, and we did not even find blood.
Before Klein could speak, he asked and answered:
You definitely want to talk about the living room doors and the main doors of the house, but many have confirmed that there has been no chases nearby, and no one has taken hostages or left with a body.
Maybe it was the time when things really happened in the middle of the night?Maybe they will pass through the wall?Klein silently provided other possibilities in his heart and prayed silently:
May the goddess protect Detective Aisinger Stanton from the disaster.
The goddess of night is the queen of disaster and fear.
After the interrogation, Klein was tortured into a small room, and the police department sent someone to follow lawyer Jurgen to No. 15 Minsk Street to collect letters and documents.
It was tossing until the evening that Klein was finally allowed to be released on bail, with a total amount of 50 pounds.
This is much more expensive than last time, and it is difficult for ordinary private detectives to take out so much cash in a short period of time.After leaving the gate of the Hissac police station, Klein closed the collar of the wool coat and complained to Lawyer Ergen.
Jurgen still had that professional and serious expression:
The situation last time was good for you, and many doubts this time pointed at you.
He called the taxi to stop, and turned his head seriously and glanced at Klein:
Sherlock, I am your lawyer. It is best to have some communication with me before answering the police question, even if it is just a look.
Don’t just speak casually if you feel that there is no problem. Ordinary people who have not been trained can easily leave a handle on their words.
This... I am used to making up stories by myself and solving problems by myself... Klein recalled just now and laughed twice:
OK, I will pay attention.
Jurgen did not say more and boarded the carriage.
Klein sat opposite him and thought about the attack on Detective Aisinger Stanton.
As he thought about it, he suddenly heard the purr of his stomach.
Half an hour passed the normal dinner time... Klein took out his gold-shell pocket watch and pressed it to take a look.
He didn't plan to waste his energy preparing food anymore and began to think about which restaurant is worth looking forward to.
At this time, Jurgen raised his eyelids and said:
I've asked my grandma to prepare a dinner for three.
How can I be embarrassed about this?Klein was stunned for a moment, then smiled, Mrs. Doris's craftsmanship is always desirable.
…………
When the two returned to Minsk Street in Jowood, it was already dark, and the light of the gas street lights was even brighter than the red moon that seemed to be invisible in the air.
After having a dinner at Lawyer Yuergen's house, he fucked the cat, and Klein paced back to the outside of the house No. 15 in the cold and humid air.
He habitually flipped through the mailbox and took out a copy of the Beckland Evening News that had just been delivered.
Klein took the newspaper and opened the door to enter the house. He had just put down his cane and suddenly felt something was wrong.
His divination spiritual intuition told him that a stranger had entered his home!
Is it the police who came to collect evidence before?Klein looked around with caution and suddenly found a letter on the coffee table.
There should be only newspapers there!
Klein entered the living room with an attack at all times and moved closer to the coffee table. During the whole process, the surroundings were silent and there was no abnormality.
He looked down at the letter for a few glances, and Klein took out his black gloves and put them on before picking it up and taking it apart.
Inside the envelope was a thin piece of letter paper, and immediately after it was unfolded, a dark red color reflected into Klein's eyes, and a faint smell of blood lingered at his nose.
Above the letter paper, the solidified blood was written with a line of words:
You all want to die!
This...is the owner of the Devil Dog?
He is retaliating against the relevant people who have caused his subordinates to die?
He is really bullying the weak and afraid of the strong. Why don’t he directly find the powerful night watchman responsible for the removal of the action?
Klein's heart tightened and many thoughts flashed through his instantly.
But he quickly denied his complaints.
Revenge is the most normal choice to start with the ones that can be dealt with, just like he has been in Beckland for a few months and has never thought about finding Ince Zangwell, but has chased Ranrus.
After looking around again, Klein gradually felt that this incident was a bit confusing:
Are you not afraid of being squabbled by the official strong men in such a pretentious way?Is this his potion-playing requirement?
Or, because Detective Aisinger Stanton escaped, he knew that he could no longer hide the target one by one, and could only change his method, but this method was meaningless.
Also, when Detective Stanton was at home, he had clearly locked on me and was always watching me, so why didn’t he do it?Would he still be concerned about an ordinary private detective like me?
No, this is absolutely impossible...he knows I am an extraordinary person?It is possible that I met the Demon Dog directly because of the lost side effects of the Master Key. It saw my appearance and figure. Although I was doing some disguise at that time, I didn’t know if the ‘Demon’ could see through this…
Maybe after that thing, it was presented to its owner in some way...
However, I couldn't even win the devil dog at that time, so I could only run away in a panic. What should he have to worry about?Unless, he is concerned about other things, such as Aisinger Stanton, who is hiding nearby due to injury?
He wrote to me very flamboyantly, thinking that I, an extraordinary wild person, would definitely not dare to seek official help?
Klein checked the house with his mind full of questions and walked all the way to the second floor.
When he opened the bedroom door, another letter jumped into his eyes.
The letter lay quietly on the desk, as if it had been waiting for a long time.
Klein picked up the unpacking, spread it gently, and saw a line of words outlined in dark red and blood:
You are next.
Next... so arrogant... Klein couldn't help but sigh.
At this moment, he suddenly felt something, raised his head and looked out the window.
Opposite are several two-story houses, each with lights on.
The glow of gas street lights shines on their exterior walls, forming areas with light and dark intertwined.
Suddenly, the shadows in those areas squirmed and twisted, forming a black shadow in a straight tuxedo.
The shadow raised his right hand, and pointed it at Klein with a gun.
Immediately, it withdrew its arm and blew the muzzle.
Immediately afterwards, it fell silently backwards, turning into countless shadows that were not connected again.
In addition, he also took the initiative to mention that Aisinger Stanton organized a group of detectives to investigate the serial murder case and successfully received some rewards.
In that commission, although I only gave some ideas, well, in professional terms in the private detective industry, I provided consulting opinions, but Mr. Stanton still considered the most contribution, so I got the most bounty.Klein concluded.
The two policemen in charge of the interrogation recorded these situations and asked if anyone could prove the above content. Klein gave the names and addresses of private detectives such as Stuart and Kaslana.
Very good, Mr. Moriarty, your answer is thorough enough.An officer stopped the pen and asked, How long have you been at Aisinger Stanton's house today?I mean from entering to being discovered by us.
Klein thought for a while, but did not ask for advice from lawyer Jurgen, and directly replied:
Two to three minutes look like.
He is talking about a real personal feeling.
Another police officer raised his eyebrows and said:
Many nearby residents were able to confirm that you entered Aisinger Stanton's home at around 2:00 pm, and when we arrived at the scene it was 2:28 pm, which means you stayed in the house for about eighteen minutes, not two to three minutes!
What are you doing for such a long time?Why not leave and call the police?
Eighteen minutes passed?Klein frowned suddenly.
He felt that he and Wuyin were staring at the stalemate for at least one minute, but why did the eighteen minutes pass?
Is it the strange feeling of being stared at that confusing my grasp of time, or is it something else?
Is this the other party’s extraordinary ability?
If he is really the owner of the Demon Dog, he will have at least Sequence 6, and there is a high probability Sequence 5... When Klein was puzzled and pondered, Jurgen leaned forward and prepared to accuse the police of the inquiry for suspected inducement.
This is not a very sufficient reason. He just wanted to interrupt the interrogation rhythm in this way and delay the obviously unfavorable issue just now.
At this moment, Klein raised his hand and rubbed his forehead and said:
All I said was true, and in my personal sense, I only entered Detective Aisinger Stanton’s house for two to three minutes.
Speaking of this, he emphasized:
Well, in my personal feeling.
The two officers looked at each other and recorded this.
After a brief quiet, the police officer who asked just now said:
During those eighteen minutes, a servant who came back from out rang the doorbell, but no one answered. So he looked in through the convex window and saw the corpses all over the floor and you standing at the door of the living room.
He was very scared and ran to the police station to report the case in a crazy way. Many passers-by and some residents could confirm this.
Klein ignored the look of lawyer Jurgen, shook his head and said:
I didn't hear the doorbell ringing.
The two officers looked at each other again, without commenting, just a simple record.
They asked some questions about other details, and Klein, who had never done anything without guilt and guilt, answered them truthfully.
At the end, he couldn't help but care:
Have you found Detective Aisinger Stanton?I don't look like there are any corpses in the living room, he should be alive...
A police officer poked a pen down the table and said:
This is also something we are puzzled about. There are only traces of fighting in the living room of the whole house, and the windows are closed and have not been opened for many days. You know, this is normal in the autumn and winter of Beckland.
But the attacker and Mr. Aisinger Stanton left the room strangely, not knowing where they went, we did not find any clues elsewhere in the house and around us, and we did not even find blood.
Before Klein could speak, he asked and answered:
You definitely want to talk about the living room doors and the main doors of the house, but many have confirmed that there has been no chases nearby, and no one has taken hostages or left with a body.
Maybe it was the time when things really happened in the middle of the night?Maybe they will pass through the wall?Klein silently provided other possibilities in his heart and prayed silently:
May the goddess protect Detective Aisinger Stanton from the disaster.
The goddess of night is the queen of disaster and fear.
After the interrogation, Klein was tortured into a small room, and the police department sent someone to follow lawyer Jurgen to No. 15 Minsk Street to collect letters and documents.
It was tossing until the evening that Klein was finally allowed to be released on bail, with a total amount of 50 pounds.
This is much more expensive than last time, and it is difficult for ordinary private detectives to take out so much cash in a short period of time.After leaving the gate of the Hissac police station, Klein closed the collar of the wool coat and complained to Lawyer Ergen.
Jurgen still had that professional and serious expression:
The situation last time was good for you, and many doubts this time pointed at you.
He called the taxi to stop, and turned his head seriously and glanced at Klein:
Sherlock, I am your lawyer. It is best to have some communication with me before answering the police question, even if it is just a look.
Don’t just speak casually if you feel that there is no problem. Ordinary people who have not been trained can easily leave a handle on their words.
This... I am used to making up stories by myself and solving problems by myself... Klein recalled just now and laughed twice:
OK, I will pay attention.
Jurgen did not say more and boarded the carriage.
Klein sat opposite him and thought about the attack on Detective Aisinger Stanton.
As he thought about it, he suddenly heard the purr of his stomach.
Half an hour passed the normal dinner time... Klein took out his gold-shell pocket watch and pressed it to take a look.
He didn't plan to waste his energy preparing food anymore and began to think about which restaurant is worth looking forward to.
At this time, Jurgen raised his eyelids and said:
I've asked my grandma to prepare a dinner for three.
How can I be embarrassed about this?Klein was stunned for a moment, then smiled, Mrs. Doris's craftsmanship is always desirable.
…………
When the two returned to Minsk Street in Jowood, it was already dark, and the light of the gas street lights was even brighter than the red moon that seemed to be invisible in the air.
After having a dinner at Lawyer Yuergen's house, he fucked the cat, and Klein paced back to the outside of the house No. 15 in the cold and humid air.
He habitually flipped through the mailbox and took out a copy of the Beckland Evening News that had just been delivered.
Klein took the newspaper and opened the door to enter the house. He had just put down his cane and suddenly felt something was wrong.
His divination spiritual intuition told him that a stranger had entered his home!
Is it the police who came to collect evidence before?Klein looked around with caution and suddenly found a letter on the coffee table.
There should be only newspapers there!
Klein entered the living room with an attack at all times and moved closer to the coffee table. During the whole process, the surroundings were silent and there was no abnormality.
He looked down at the letter for a few glances, and Klein took out his black gloves and put them on before picking it up and taking it apart.
Inside the envelope was a thin piece of letter paper, and immediately after it was unfolded, a dark red color reflected into Klein's eyes, and a faint smell of blood lingered at his nose.
Above the letter paper, the solidified blood was written with a line of words:
You all want to die!
This...is the owner of the Devil Dog?
He is retaliating against the relevant people who have caused his subordinates to die?
He is really bullying the weak and afraid of the strong. Why don’t he directly find the powerful night watchman responsible for the removal of the action?
Klein's heart tightened and many thoughts flashed through his instantly.
But he quickly denied his complaints.
Revenge is the most normal choice to start with the ones that can be dealt with, just like he has been in Beckland for a few months and has never thought about finding Ince Zangwell, but has chased Ranrus.
After looking around again, Klein gradually felt that this incident was a bit confusing:
Are you not afraid of being squabbled by the official strong men in such a pretentious way?Is this his potion-playing requirement?
Or, because Detective Aisinger Stanton escaped, he knew that he could no longer hide the target one by one, and could only change his method, but this method was meaningless.
Also, when Detective Stanton was at home, he had clearly locked on me and was always watching me, so why didn’t he do it?Would he still be concerned about an ordinary private detective like me?
No, this is absolutely impossible...he knows I am an extraordinary person?It is possible that I met the Demon Dog directly because of the lost side effects of the Master Key. It saw my appearance and figure. Although I was doing some disguise at that time, I didn’t know if the ‘Demon’ could see through this…
Maybe after that thing, it was presented to its owner in some way...
However, I couldn't even win the devil dog at that time, so I could only run away in a panic. What should he have to worry about?Unless, he is concerned about other things, such as Aisinger Stanton, who is hiding nearby due to injury?
He wrote to me very flamboyantly, thinking that I, an extraordinary wild person, would definitely not dare to seek official help?
Klein checked the house with his mind full of questions and walked all the way to the second floor.
When he opened the bedroom door, another letter jumped into his eyes.
The letter lay quietly on the desk, as if it had been waiting for a long time.
Klein picked up the unpacking, spread it gently, and saw a line of words outlined in dark red and blood:
You are next.
Next... so arrogant... Klein couldn't help but sigh.
At this moment, he suddenly felt something, raised his head and looked out the window.
Opposite are several two-story houses, each with lights on.
The glow of gas street lights shines on their exterior walls, forming areas with light and dark intertwined.
Suddenly, the shadows in those areas squirmed and twisted, forming a black shadow in a straight tuxedo.
The shadow raised his right hand, and pointed it at Klein with a gun.
Immediately, it withdrew its arm and blew the muzzle.
Immediately afterwards, it fell silently backwards, turning into countless shadows that were not connected again.
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