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.”

eyes that, like a lake in an ancient forest that no one visited, gave him

took a breath

Welch McGovern, the graduate of Khoy University from Constant, then I’m sure I know him. We are classmates

“Professor” 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

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

looked into the eyes of the middle-aged police inspector and thought

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

middle-aged police inspector looked

and ordinary looks replied mildly, “I’m

having some hunches, Klein could not help but shout out

died just like the original owner of this

a little

Naya?”

said quite calmly. “Both of them died in Mr. Welch’s

Klein had

Perhaps it was suicide…

gray-eyed inspector shook

many times, covering the

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

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

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

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

his eyes to his colleague with

police inspector and looked about the same age as Klein. With black sideburns and green pupils, he

in the notes. Then, I went home to prepare for my

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

desk in the

I forgot to

“Hey!” Klein cried out.

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

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

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

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

the young inspector flip through his notes, but the

this strange thing?” The young police inspector turned to the end of the

occurred to him that

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 know why

frank was the best way to solve a problem. Of course, it required skills. There were things that could be said and could not be