Lord of the Mysteries
Chapter 11
The norm is for everyone to die together? Very glad that I’m still alive? Fortunate that I’m still alive?
Klein shivered and quickly ran to the door, trying to catch up with the policemen and ask for protection.
But as soon as he reached the handle, he suddenly stopped.
That officer talked so horribly about it, why didn’t they protect me, an important witness or key lead?
Isn’t that too careless?
Were they just probing me? Or maybe it’s a bait?
All kinds of thoughts rushed into Klein’s mind; he suspected that the police were still secretly “watching” him, observing his reaction.
He felt much calmer after thinking of this and was no longer so panicked. He slowly opened the door, deliberately shouting with a trembling voice at the staircase, “You guys will protect me, right?”
Tap, tap, tap… There was no response from the police officers, and there was no change in the rhythm of the contact between the leather shoes and the wooden stairs.
“I know! You’ll do that!” Klein shouted again in a tone of feigned conviction, trying to act like a normal person that was in danger.
The sound of footsteps gradually weakened and disappeared into the bottom floor of the apartment.
Klein snorted and laughed, “Isn’t that response too fake? Their acting skills are not up to standard!”
He did not run after them. Instead, he turned back to the room and closed the door behind him.
In the next few hours, Klein fully expressed what they called back in Foodaholic Empire, China—restlessness, nervousness, agitation, inadvertence and murmuring words that he did not understand. He did not slack just because there was no one around.
This is called the self-cultivation of an actor! He laughed at himself in his heart.
When the sun moved to the west, the clouds on the horizon appeared to be reddish-orange. Tenants in the apartment came home one after another; Klein shifted his focus elsewhere.
“Melissa is almost done with school…” He looked at the stove, lifted the kettle, peeled off the coal and took out the revolver.
Without pause or delay, he reached to the back of the board under the double-decked bed where more than ten wooden strips were staggered out.
After clipping the left wheel between a piece of wooden strip and board, Klein straightened up and waited uneasily, fearing that the police would burst open the door and rush into the room with guns in their hands.
If it was an Age of Steam, he was certain he would not be seen by anyone when he did that. However, there were extraordinary powers here, ones that he had proven through his own experiences.
After waiting for a few minutes, there was no movement at the door. There was only the chatter between two tenants who were heading for the Heart of the Wild Bar on Iron Cross Street.
exhaled, feeling
to do was wait for Melissa’s return and cook the stewed
to Klein’s mind, his mouth seemed to taste the rich flavor of the gravy; he remembered how Melissa cooked
a specific period of time, the peas and potatoes were added, and the stew was to be cooked for an additional forty or fifty minutes
indeed a simple and crude way to do it… Supported purely by the flavors
to have many kinds of condiments and various cooking methods. They could only pursue simple, practical, and economical methods. As long as the meat was not
by cooking three or four times a week, after many weeks of accumulated practice, he had a passing standard and felt that he would not let the pound
her to see what real cooking is!” Klein made an excuse for himself. First, he started the fire again, went to the
who had not only
dead cannot refute
dead are not necessarily
into the soup bowl. Then he took out the condiment box and added in a spoonful of the crude salt, half of which had begun yellowing. In
to heat up, Klein rummaged for the carrots from yesterday and cut them into pieces with
he was done with his preparations, he took out a small can from the cupboard and opened it. There was not much
pan, and melted it. He added in the carrots and onions
pervade, Klein poured all the mutton into the pot and fried it
family did not have these luxuries and could only drink a glass of beer a week. Klein had to make do with whatever
minutes, he opened the lid, put the tender peas and cut potatoes in it,
fire, and exhaled satisfactorily, waiting for his sister to
the allure from the meat,
from time to time, keeping track of the time with his
more than forty minutes, some not-so-brisk but rhythmic footsteps approached. A key was
came in, she
her bag still in her hand, she stepped in and
made this?” Melissa took off her veil hat and
more of the fragrance. Her eyes quickly softened,
made this?”
with a question. Without waiting for an answer, he said to
subconsciously, but they
looks like I’m talented.” Klein laughed. “It’s almost done. Put your books and veil hat down somewhere. Go to the bathroom and wash your hands,
and calm smile, Melissa stood rooted at the door and
to be cooked longer?” Klein urged
to her senses. With handbag and veil in each hand, she rushed into the
Klein’s eyes. Two pieces of rye bread were already placed to the side of the mutton
a plate of stewed mutton with tender peas, potatoes, carrots and onions was already placed on the table. Two pieces of rye bread, colored by a light dip
it.” Klein pointed to the wooden fork and spoon next to the
picked up a potato with her fork, put it into her mouth and bit
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