Lord of the Mysteries

“Who is it?”

Klein was thinking about the mysterious suicide of the original owner of this body and the unknown danger he might encounter when he heard the sudden knock on the door. He subconsciously opened the drawer, took out the revolver, and asked vigilantly.

The other party was quiet for two seconds before a slightly sharp voice, in Awwa’s accent, replied, “It’s me, Mountbatten, Bitsch Mountbatten.”

The voice paused for a moment before adding, “Police.”

Bitsch Mountbatten… When Klein heard this name, he immediately thought of the owner of this name.

He was the policeman in charge of the street where the apartment was located. He was a rude, brutal, hands-on man. But perhaps, only such a man could be a deterrent for alcoholics, thieves, part-time thieves, villains, and hooligans.

And his unique voice was one of his trademarks.

“Okay, I’ll be right there!” Klein responded loudly.

He had planned to put the revolver back into the drawer but thinking that he had no idea why the police was outside and that they might search the room or do other things, he cautiously ran to the stove where the flames had already been extinguished and put the revolver in it.

Then he picked up the coal basket, shook a few pieces into the stove, covered the gun, and finally placed the kettle over the stove to conceal everything.

After doing all of that, he tidied up his clothes and quickly approached the door and murmured, “Sorry, I just had a nap.”

Outside the door stood four policemen in black-and-white checkered uniforms with peak caps. Bitsch Mountbatten, the one with a brown beard, coughed and said to Klein, “These three inspectors have something to ask you.”

Inspectors? Klein looked at the shoulder badges of the other three reflexively and found that two of them had three silver hexagons and one had two, both of which looked superior to Bitsch Mountbatten, who had only three chevrons.

As a history student, Klein did little to no research into the ranks of police epaulets, except that Bitsch Mountbatten often boasted of being a senior sergeant.

So these three are inspectors? Influenced by conversations with Benson, Welch, and his classmates, Klein had the common sense to make way and point into the room.

“Please come in. How might I help you?”

The leader of the three inspectors was a middle-aged man with sharp eyes. He seemed to be able to read the mind of a person and make them fearful. His eyes were wrinkled, and the edge of his hat revealed light brown hair. He looked around the room and asked in a deep voice, “Do you know Welch McGovern?”

“What’s wrong with him?” Klein quivered and blurted back.

“I’m the one asking the questions.” The dignified middle-aged police inspector had a stern look in his eyes.

The inspector next to him, also wearing three silver hexagons, looked at Klein and smiled gently.

“Don’t be nervous. It’s just a routine questioning.”

policeman was in his thirties, with a straight nose and gray eyes that, like a lake in an ancient forest that no one visited,

a breath

then I’m sure

just like the combination of professors and department deans on Earth. That meant there could only be one professor in a university’s department. If an associate professor wanted to become professor, they

associate professors and professors after years of observation. This title was given to anyone with high academic achievements or with enough seniority

point, Klein looked into the eyes of the middle-aged police inspector

honest, our relationship is quite good. During this period, I met with him and Naya frequently to interpret and discuss the Fourth Epoch

answering, the middle-aged police inspector looked

ordinary looks

Despite having some hunches, Klein could

just like the original

a

Naya?”

inspector said quite calmly. “Both of them died in Mr.

Klein had a vague

Perhaps it was suicide…

inspector

the wall with his head many times, covering the wall with blood. Ms. Naya

Klein’s hairs stood on their ends as he seemed capable of

remaining motionless. Welch falling to the ground and staring at the ceiling intently. His forehead in a complete blood-mangled mess, while the traces of the

scene exclude factors such as drugs

into the room and asked, pretending to be casual, “When was the last time

gestured with his eyes to his

young police inspector and looked about the same age as Klein. With black sideburns and green pupils, he was good looking and had a

thoughtfully, “It should be June 26th, we were reading a new chapter in the notes. Then, I went home to prepare for my interview on June 30th. Uh, the interview was

universities. There were two universities, Tingen and Khoy, as well as technical schools, law colleges and business colleges. It was

as he finished, he saw the young police inspector walk towards his desk in the corner of his eye and pick up the

I forgot to

“Hey!” Klein cried out.

not stop flipping through his notes, while the

police inspectors were just watching without

seem to have such a thing

body was still a child, they were still called Public

watched the young inspector flip through his notes, but

is this strange thing?” The young police inspector turned to the end of the notes and suddenly

prepared to quibble, but it suddenly occurred to him that he had planned to “connect” with the police in case of possible danger, but he had no reasons

have no idea… When I woke up this morning, I felt

required skills. There were things that could be said and could not be said, and the