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"Which, how long has that Mr. Member died?" Klein asked as he picked up and pointed to the core.

If it exceeds 15 minutes, the information that can be harvested will be reduced to a cliff type. For more than one hour, only a relatively shallow thing can be obtained.

If it is more than 1 month, the psychic itself has a great probability of failure.

“Unfortunately, the preliminary inspection report showed that Mr. Maynard’s death was between 9 and 11 pm last night.” Dunn shook his head. “You just need to help, don’t worry about whether you have any gains.”

"Okay." Klein took off his coat, put on his hat and cane, and went to the outside to go, and Dunn Smith replaced him for the Chanis Gate.

In fact, in theory, as an extraordinary person, as long as his spirituality is improved, things such as spiritual vision, divination, and ritual magic can be learned. In particular, the "sleepless" sequence is also known for its high inspiration.

But in fact, the differences between the different "professionals" in different sequences are still very obvious. For example, Dunn Smith and Leonard Mitchell are currently in control, but the color of the gas field they see is only plain. Or light blue, can not accurately distinguish the state of different parts of the human body, of course, in the state of vision, they can certainly see the things of ghosts and spirits, but this is not simple and effective.

This also caused the "sleepless" "midnight poet" and "nightmare" do not like to open the issue of spiritual vision.

In the same way, if they are willing, they can learn the methods of spiritual pendulum, wand, dream divination, etc., but the success rate is not worth looking forward to.

The same is true of the ritual magic field.

When the two passed by, Dunn suddenly said:

"I just forgot to say that this matter is also in charge of the inspector of Tolle. He is waiting for you in the reception hall of the security company. Remember to put on your new uniform and get a new one."

Klein asked without any surprise:

“New uniforms, new documents? The efficiency of the Tingen Police Department is very high.”

He only promoted the sequence 8 yesterday...

"Because this case is very important, so..." Dunn spread his hand and sat in the position before Klein.

Klein returned all the way upstairs, not rushing to the reception hall, but to enter the rest room of the night, to solve the personal problem in the attached bathroom - the toilet only provides toilets, water bottles and basins.

Then, he put on a special police costume that was upgraded to two silver stars and a soft hat with a "double sword cross and a crown".

After transferring the "Yangyan Charms", "Azick Copper Whistle" and "Ceremony Materials", Klein took the clothes and walked out of the lounge with a cane.

Just passing the partition, he saw the Tol Inspector sitting in the sofa area.

After a period of absence, the tall police officer became more and more mellow, and his stomach became more and more popular, with thick beards and hair, just like the brown bears who had just escaped from the circus.

"I am very happy to be able to work with you." Toller was the night-watcher who knew it. He suddenly sighed and stood up and stretched out the paw.

No, palm... Klein silently corrected himself and held a handful manner with the other side:

"me too."

At this time, Toller glanced at the shining epaulettes of two silver stars in Klein, and said with a little envy:

"We are level, it's less than a month."

Klein wanted to say seriously, "We may be ten times more dangerous than you," but when it comes to your mouth, you think of your current identity, the "clown" of Sequence 8.

Maybe you can try it... He uses the mind to reflect on the facial expressions, his mouth is upturned, and the smile clearly answers:

"Maybe there are two or three more months, you have to call me the sir."

"You are really humorous." Tolle laughed and pointed out the door. "Let's go?"

"Okay." Klein didn't give up his cane. For him, after becoming a "clown", this "weapon" is worthy of the name.

Out of the door of the Black Thorns Security Company, Klein and Tolle went downstairs together, one thin and one fat, the contrast is very clear.

"I think we can even go to the circus to laugh at the audience." Klein suddenly smiled.

Toller agrees with the nod:

"Yes, I think our contrast is very comedy. Do you know? Some circuses are trying to perform with a combination of fat, thin and tall clowns."

No, actually, I mean the animal trainer and the brown bear... Klein certainly won’t say such rude words, he echoed:

"Unfortunately, we have no fixed circus in Tingen."

"Yeah, but we still have an opera house, a big theater, and a concert hall." Tolre Inspector responded with a little pity.

The two men sneaked into the carriage of the police station, and until this time, Klein turned the subject to the case:

"Is the Maynard determined to be murdered?"

"Not sure, but his wife, his two sons, are not willing to believe in the possibility of sudden illness. Well, there are some problems on the spot. When Maynard was discovered, he did not wear a little clothes, so he was lying in the room. Bed." Tolle said with discretion.

"He and his wife are sleeping in separate rooms?" Klein leaned back against the carriage, mimicking the protagonists of the various detective films he had seen in his life.

Toller shook his head:

"No, his wife is not in Tingen in recent days. She went to Bakerland to attend an important social dance. You may not know that she is a new party leader, the daughter of the lower house, she is still back. On the steam train in Tingen, I just expressed my attitude in advance by telegraph."

"Menard is also a member of the New Party. He has been a member of the city of Tingen for more than a decade. He intends to target the mayor in the next year's campaign."

"That is, his death may be related to this?" Klein asked casually, and immediately laughed. "I just help the 'autopsy'. Other things are not within the scope of my concern. You don't have to answer."

Tolle sighed in disappointment:

"The autopsy... you are very cautious."

"As for your guess, I can only say that maybe, last night, Mr. Maynard held a party at home, there were too many guests coming and going, we have no way to identify the main suspects, and these guests have a decent identity. We must be careful enough not to make mistakes."

"Understand." Klein gently decapitated and asked some details of the scene with great interest.

Located in the Golden Indus area, Maynard’s home is a single-family house surrounded by gardens and lawns, with stables, fountains and wide roads made of cement.

Klein wore a bonnet with a police coat of arms, followed by Tolre's inspector, through a deadly blockade, and entered the main entrance of the second floor of a small building under the watchful eye of a police officer.

In the living room area, two men, two women and four inspectors are looking for people to talk and collect confessions.

Klein looked at it and found a lot of gentlemen in tuxedos, as well as several ladies in the court dress with gorgeous and fine black veils.

"They are all guests who spent the night here last night." Tolle explained, leading Klein to the ladder and heading straight to the second floor.

All the way up, perhaps the effect of the inspector's epaulettes, the police officers who searched the house saw that both of them showed a respectful look, without any hindrance.

"This is the room that found the body of Maynard." The tall, burly Tolle was parked in front of a deep red wooden door.

Klein asked thoughtfully:

“Who is this room last night?”

"It doesn't belong to anyone. There are too many guest bedrooms in this house. It doesn't come in handy." Tolle wore white gloves and reached for the deep red wooden door.

He let the police officer in charge of the guard leave temporarily and turned to Klein:

"Morety Inspector, I will hand it over to you."

"May the goddess protect you and me, I hope there will be gains." Klein also put on white gloves and locked the door.

He walked to the bed and watched the dark red sheets messy, while lying on the top with a white cloth.

Klein is now a person who has seen the world. He did not fear to open the white cloth and looked at the Mayor.

This gentleman is in his forties, his blond hair is very short, and there is a mixture of pain and joy in his face.

Klein stepped back two steps and took out the appropriate materials to quickly prepare for the psychic ritual.

After a mantra, he silently recited the divination statement that he had long thought of in the quiet and scent of the fragrance and the cold wind surrounding him:

"The reason why Mr. Maynard died."

"The reason why Mr. Maynard died."

......

While meditating, Klein stepped back in front of the high chair and slowly sat down.

His eyes turned black and he leaned back and quickly entered the sleep.

In the illusory, confusing and awkward world, he suddenly saw the gentleman just now.

Maynard stared at the blue eyes and was sprinting on a woman with a fair-skinned skin.

He first showed the extreme satisfaction of extreme pleasure, then violently retracted his right hand, holding his chest, and his expression was distorted.

Snapped!

As Maynard fell and the picture shattered quickly, Klein opened his eyes and woke up from his dreams.

I didn't expect that I could see a small dirty film in this way... So, Mr. Maynard is dead in a bed of sin, and died too hard. Klein smiled and slammed his forehead.

He took out the pen and paper and used the ceremony again to paint the lady who saw it in the dream. Of course, the neck is omitted.

This is a woman who is hard to tell the specific age. She has a mature taste in her thirties, and also has the pure taste of youthful remnants. Her eyes are moist and shiny, giving a pitiful feeling.

Looking at the work of "self", Klein packed up the ceremonial materials and lifted the wall of spirituality.

He leaned over his body and the detective grabbed the silver-plated black stick leaning against it.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of the lotus in his throat, causing a squeaky sound on the surface of the skin!

Klein looked at the bed violently, only to see that Mr. Maynard’s hands clasped the dark red sheets and grabbed the black and white.

With a bang, the member of the parliament who died between 9:00 and 11:00 last night sat up with saliva in his mouth and his eyes wide open.

PS: Tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival, plus a more chapter, old time, early morning, noon and evening.