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.”

his thirties, with a straight nose and gray eyes that, like a lake in an

took a breath and organized

of Khoy University from Constant, then I’m sure

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,

associate professors and professors after years of observation.

this point, Klein looked into the eyes of the middle-aged police inspector and thought for a

met with him and Naya frequently to interpret and discuss the Fourth Epoch notebook that belonged to him.

the middle-aged police inspector looked sideways at his gray-eyed

and ordinary looks replied mildly, “I’m sorry,

hunches, Klein could not help but shout out

the original

a

Naya?”

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

Klein had a

Perhaps it was suicide…

gray-eyed inspector shook

that they committed suicide. Mr. Welch hit the wall with his head many times, covering the wall with blood. Ms. Naya drowned herself in a basin. Yes, the kind used to

on their ends as he

into a basin filled with water. Her soft brown hair swaying in the wind, but her entire person remaining motionless. Welch falling to the ground

situation at the scene exclude factors such as drugs and external forces. They—being Mr. Welch and

again, he stepped into the room and asked, pretending to be casual, “When

spoke, he gestured with his eyes to his colleague with two silver

With black sideburns and green

he heard the question, Klein thought about it and answered it thoughtfully, “It should be June 26th, we were reading a new chapter in the

known as the city of universities. There were two universities, Tingen and Khoy, as well as technical schools,

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

I forgot

“Hey!” Klein cried out.

smiled back at him, but did not stop flipping through his notes, while the gray-eyed

dignified middle-aged police inspectors were just watching without interrupting or assisting

the Loen Kingdom did not seem to have such a thing as search warrants. At least he did not know if there was one.

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

He watched the young inspector flip through his notes, but the gray-eyed inspector

young police inspector turned to the end of the notes and suddenly asked, “And what does this

for deities? Klein was prepared to quibble, but it suddenly occurred to him

forehead, he answered painfully, “I have no idea. I really have no idea… When I woke up this morning, I felt I wasn’t quite right, as if I had forgotten something. It’s especially true for whatever happened recently. I don’t even

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