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"What?" Brown bear-like Tolle was shocked, looked at Klein, and looked at the room, rushing in with an agile gesture that he shouldn't have.

He pulled open the white cloth covered with the body and examined it several times. He relaxed his breath:

"It’s better than I thought. This is not a big problem."

Maybe I should pull out the revolver and send Mr. Maynard a five-hunted demon bullet to see if the problem is serious or not... Klein’s belly is pointing at the door:

"I didn't have anything after me?"

"No!" Tolle screamed. "You wait a second."

Klein asked inexplicably:

"why?"

Toller explained very seriously: "We must prevent accidents, wait for Mrs. Shelen, make a statement, and I will send you back to Zouteland Street."

Maynard, who has died more than 10 hours, can "live" and what else can't happen? You are gone, what should I do? Tolle silently added a sentence in his heart.

"Okay." Klein squatted down the forehead. "You find a quiet room for me to rest."

He was promoted to a day and his state of affairs was still unstable. He had held several ceremonies and used two spells and was frightened. Therefore, he must meditate as soon as possible to eliminate the problem.

Now Klein is extremely wary of "out of control."

Tolle will be on the White Bra, obviously relaxing a lot:

"no problem."

He led Klein into the room near the Sunshine House and pointed to the inside:

"Inspector Moretti, you can rest assured that no one will bother you. I will go to Mrs. Shelen first."

Klein nodded slightly and watched the other party leave, then closed the door and closed the curtains.

In the dark and quiet bedroom, he walked slowly to the rocking chair and lay down comfortably, letting the body swing rhythmically.

Countless **** of light illusion gathered in my mind, and the snoring of the Klein and the pain of the head disappeared little by little.

When the state was stable, he opened his eyes and looked at the furniture, such as beds and cabinets, which were outlined in the darkness. The mind and body calmly summed up the previous attempts:

"Several more exaggerated jokes have not received 'feedback' for a while..."

"Maybe I haven't really controlled the power of the 'Clown' potion, and there are negative effects.... Of course, this does not rule out the possibility of playing a small role."

"...I personally don't like to play the 'clown', but since I chose this sequence, I can only go down with my scalp..."

“Actually, everyone in life has more or less become a 'clown', not too repulsive...”

“As soon as you can figure out what the core elements of ‘clown’ are...”

Various ideas tumbling, Klein suddenly pulled out a brass-colored penny with a denomination of one-half.

He habitually wants to divination whether there is an extraordinary factor in the death of Maynard.

This may be an occupational disease... Kline shakes his head and laughs, his eyes turn deep, and he repeatedly recites:

"The death of John Maynard is influenced by extraordinary factors."

......

Hey!

Lying in the rocking chair, he popped the half-penny coin and watched its brass-colored body roll in the dim.

Snapped! The coin is right in Klein's palm, and one-half of the number is facing up.

"Negation...that is to say, John Maynard’s death does not have the influence of extraordinary factors... This guy seems to be really dying under extreme joy... The deceased is big, I don’t have to laugh at him in Chinese proverbs..." Klein put away the coin and emptied his brain in the dark, dark room, and almost slept.

Hey, hey, hey.

In a slow, rhythmic percussion, Klein sorted out his clothes, put on a soft hat with a police coat of arms, left the lounge chair, and walked slowly to the door.

When the right palm just touched the handrail, a picture appeared in his mind:

The bearer inspector, like the brown bear, stood outside the door and pulled down the neckline. There was obvious confusion and helplessness in his expression.

Turning the handle, Klein opened the door without hesitation.

Tolre inspector appeared in his eyes and pulled the collar:

"I am very sorry, let you wait too long."

"We have already looked for Mrs. Shelen, and recorded a statement, you can return to Zouteland Street."

"I am really sorry, delaying your precious time."

Klein did not ask the other party's current emotional reasons, but turned to smile:

"Mrs. Shelen admitted that she was with Mr. Maynard last night?"

"Yes, she said that under the catalysis of a large amount of alcohol, she and Mrs. Maynard could not control themselves for a while, and after discovering that the other party was killed, she was very scared. After a little treatment, she escaped from the room and hid back. In my own room, we don’t have enough reason to accuse her of committing crimes. She can only let her go, limit certain freedom, and wait for further anatomical results.” Tolre Inspector described in detail.

Klein was slightly biased and smiled sharply:

"Who are you explaining to?"

Toller stunned and immediately smiled and said: "Yeah, I don't need to explain anything to you. I was bored by Mrs. Maynard and only subconsciously said so much."

"Mr. Maynard's wife is back?" Klein asked.

"Yes, unfortunately, today's steam train is abnormal, not late." Toller made a positive answer by joking.

Klein didn't ask any more. After checking whether the next belongings were complete, he followed the Tolre inspector to the stairway and went all the way back to the bottom.

"Why don't you arrest her?"

"She is a murderer! I want to sue her, I want to sue you for your misconduct!"

"I want to ask the best barrister to sue you!"

......

A shrill voice was introduced into Klein's ear. He subconsciously looked and saw a full-fledged middle-aged woman in the living room area, screaming across the opposite side and blaming the other.

"Beckland's popular palace dress this year..." Klein, who often looks at the magazine "Ms. Aesthetics", first came up with such an anachronistic idea, and then saw a woman who was protected behind by several gentlemen. .

The lady is wearing a long black dress, her skin is white and tender, her hair is like a waterfall, and her brown eyelids are as pitiful as a deer in the forest. People want to care for her.

Mrs. Shelen... Klein suddenly remembered the "small dirty film" starring the other side, and raised her right hand, holding it against her mouth and coughing twice.

He professionally let the left tooth squint twice, using "Lingshi" to observe the presence of everyone:

Mrs. Maynard’s body has some minor problems, and the color of the gas field is relatively thin... From her emotional color, she can intuitively feel her anger and her hatred... This is very consistent with her external performance...

Hey, Mrs. Shelen’s emotional color is blue that represents rational thinking and calm state... This is contrary to her panic and nervousness, and the opposite is quite pitiful... Sure enough, the person who can become a social flower is definitely not a little white rabbit... she The body is very healthy...

After the review, Klein was waiting to look back, and suddenly saw Mrs. Shelen quickly looking up, glanced at her direction, and then lowered her head again, a timid trembling look.

If you can't visually see your emotional color, I am afraid that you will be deceived by your performance... You should consider moving towards the "actor"... A few words, Klein did not stop, and walked out with Tolre Inspector Mr. Maynard’s home, returning to Zouteland Street by a carriage arranged by the police station.

After replacing the captain, he continued to rotate the Chanis Gate and took the opportunity to handwritten a reimbursement application.

After a night of nothing, Klein returned to the ground in the early morning and took the breakfast she had entrusted to her from the hands of Rosanne.

"I like this pie!" he praised.

The cost of breakfast, he has given the other party in advance.

"Yes? Then I can try it tomorrow!" Roshan responded with delight.

... Klein's mouth twitched, focusing on milk and pie.

By 8:25, he yawned and resisted drowsiness and went to the nearby shooting club.

He had an appointment with the madhouse doctor Dast Gudrian to meet at this point in time.

............

boom! boom! boom!

In the small shooting range, Klein and Dast each aimed at the target and finished the bullet of a round.

Dangdang, Dast shakes out the shell, and is interested in looking at Klein:

"You are more confident than before."

Of course, I have been promoted to Sequence 8, and have the ability to combat... Klein’s heart reflects his facial expressions and physical movements, deliberately showing a arrogant gesture:

"Because I only mastered the power of the potion in just over a month."

Dust slightly snorted in disbelief: "Although this is something to be proud of, it doesn't need to be always on the lips."

Hey, as an "audience", you didn't even see through my performance... So, the "clown" is quite capable of restraining the "audience"... Klein smiled and realized, and asked:

"How is Hood Eugen's recent state?"

"...he is really crazy." Dast silently said for a second. "I tried him in various ways. He is really crazy. I am thinking about giving him the right medicine to see if he can cure him." ”

As a "psychologist" of Sequence 7, I even pretend to be a mental patient... Even if there is a certain therapeutic behavior, it does not meet the core elements of the name of the potion... This is a vague and erroneous use of the "playing method", crazy and Not particularly strange... Kline thought about it:

"Before he went crazy, who contacted him, have you found it?"

"Except for the doctors, patients, nurses and handymen of the madhouse, no outsiders have contacted him." Dast replied affirmatively.

Klein "hmm" gave a cry:

"A little earlier? Is anyone coming to visit him, or is he going to leave the madhouse for a while?"

In order to comply with the original promise, Klein did not specifically ask about Hood Eugen several times.

Dast fell into meditation, for a long time:

"In addition to the members of the psychological alchemy association, only no more than five people have visited him. One of them has come three times and the name is El."

Not waiting for Klein to ask, he said to himself:

"But I heard from Hood Eugen, and El is a pseudonym."

"His real name is Llanus."

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