Lord of the Mysteries

When he thought about the possibility that the Devil dog’s owner was involved, Klein changed his strategy and decided to recount his involvement with Isengard Stanton in great detail.

In addition, he took the initiative to mention Isengard Stanton’s assembly of a team of detectives to investigate the serial murder and the portion of the bounty that they successfully obtained.

“In that commission, although I only gave some ideas, well—in the jargon of the private detective industry, I provided suggestions, but it was still considered the greatest contribution by Mr. Stanton, so I received the bulk of the bounty,” Klein concluded.

The two officers in charge of the interrogation jotted down the information and asked if anyone could prove it. Klein gave them the names and addresses of Stuart, Kaslana, and the other private detectives.

“Very good, Mr. Moriarty. Your answer is detailed enough.” A police officer stopped writing and asked, “How long did you spend in Isengard Stanton’s home today? I mean, from the time you entered to the time we found you.”

Klein thought for a moment and, without consulting Lawyer Jurgen, directly replied, “About two to three minutes.”

What he said was based on what he truly felt.

Another police officer raised his eyebrows and said, “Many residents nearby were able to confirm that you entered Isengard Stanton’s house around 2:10 p.m. We arrived at the scene at 2:28 p.m., which is to say, you were in the house for about eighteen minutes, not two or three minutes!

“What exactly were you doing during this lengthy period of time? Why didn’t you leave and call the police?”

Eighteen minutes passed? Klein frowned suddenly.

He felt that the stalemate he had with the existence which silently watched him lasted for slightly more than a minute. How did it take a full eighteen minutes?

Was it the strange feeling of being watched that confused my grasp of time, or was it something else? Is it the Beyonder powers of the other party? If it really was the owner of the Devil dog, he would at least be at Sequence 6, with a high probability of being Sequence 5… While Klein pondered, Jurgen leaned forward, ready to accuse the police of being posing leading questions.

That was not a very good reason, but he simply wanted to use this method to interrupt the pace of the interrogation and delay the unfavorable question for his client.

At this moment, Klein raised his hand to rub his forehead.

“What I just said was the truth. Based on what I felt, only two or three minutes had passed after I entered Detective Isengard Stanton’s house.”

Upon saying that, he emphasized, “Yes, based on what I felt.”

The two officers exchanged looks before writing the statement down.

After a moment of silence, the officer who had asked the question said, “During those eighteen minutes, a servant who came back from outside the house rang the doorbell, but no one answered, so he looked in through the oriel window and saw the floor full of corpses and that you were standing in the doorway of the activity room.

“He was terrified, running to the police station like a madman, and many passers-by and some residents had confirmed that.”

Klein ignored the look in Lawyer Jurgen’s eyes and shook his head.

hear the

officers exchanged looks again, but they made no comment. All they did

had done nothing and was free from guilt,

“Did you find Detective Isengard Stanton? It didn’t seem

the things we’re wondering about. Only the activity room in the house had signs of fighting, and the windows were closed, and

room in a strange way, and we found no trace of

to the house, but many people have confirmed that there was no pursuit nearby, nor was there anyone taken hostage or a corpse

really happened in the middle of the night? Maybe they were able to go through walls?

that he escaped the disaster—the Evernight Goddess was the Empress

room, and the police sent someone to pick up the letter as evidence with Lawyer Jurgen at

finally admitted bail, posting a sum of fifty

much cash in a short period of time.” After leaving the Chissak Police Station, Klein pulled up the collar of his

still wore a professional and

you the last time, but this time, much of the

rental carriage, turned his head to the side, and looked

it’s best that you communicate with me, even if

even if you feel that there are no problems. Ordinary people who haven’t been trained

own stories and solving my own problems… Klein recalled what had just happened and

I will keep

Jurgen

down across him and thought about Detective

was thinking, he suddenly heard

Klein took out his gold pocket watch

didn’t want to waste any more energy preparing food, so he began to think about which restaurant was worth looking forward

raised his eyelids and said, “I’ve

a moment before he laughed. “Mrs. Doris’s cooking skills are always

…

Cherwood Borough, the sky was completely dark and the street lamps were even brighter than the indistinct red

having dinner at the Jurgen’s house and having fun with the cat, Klein strolled back to Unit

rummaged through the letterbox and pulled out a copy

and just as he put

intuition as a Seer told him that

evidence? Klein looked around warily and

only been

room warily, in preparation for an attack. He moved closer to the coffee table, and during the entire process, the surroundings were completely silent

pair of black gloves and wore them before

a thin piece of paper inside the envelope. After unfolding it, a dark red color was immediately reflected in Klein’s eyes,

were written on the piece of paper with coagulated blood: “All of you