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.”

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

breath and organized his

University from Constant, then I’m sure I

was not only a professional title, but also a position, 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 had to wait for their superior to retire, or force

in the three-level system of lecturers, associate professors and professors after years of observation. This title was given to anyone with high

eyes of the middle-aged

our relationship is quite good. During this period, I met with him and Naya frequently to interpret and discuss the Fourth Epoch notebook that belonged to him. Inspectors, did something

middle-aged police inspector looked

the peak cap and ordinary looks replied mildly,

having some hunches, Klein could

died just like the original

a

about Naya?” Klein

passed away too,” the gray-eyed police inspector said quite calmly. “Both of

had a vague

Perhaps it was suicide…

inspector

with his head many times, covering the

ends as he seemed capable of

with water. Her soft brown hair swaying in the wind, but her entire person remaining motionless. Welch falling to the ground and staring

autopsy results and the situation at the scene exclude factors such as

pretending to be casual, “When was the last

he spoke, he gestured with his eyes to his colleague

age as Klein. With black sideburns and

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 for

two universities, Tingen and Khoy, as well as technical schools, law colleges

inspector walk towards his desk in

I forgot to hide

“Hey!” Klein cried out.

did not stop flipping through his notes, while the gray-eyed inspector explained, “This is a necessary

Mountbatten and the dignified middle-aged police inspectors were just watching without interrupting or assisting in

seem to have such a thing as search warrants. At least he did not know if there was one. After all, the police force

owner of this body was still a child, they were still called

stop it. He watched the young inspector flip through his notes, but the gray-eyed inspector did not ask

thing?” The young police inspector turned to the end of the notes and suddenly asked, “And what does this mean? ‘Everyone will die,

quibble, but it suddenly occurred to him

up this morning, I

solve a problem. Of course, it required skills. There were things that