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After seeing the Miss Courier leave, Klein looked at the stationery he was holding and looked at the problem of West Byron again.

He believes that he must be prepared for Mr. Azick’s failure to reply one month afterwards. That is to say, when the beginning of July, he may just go to West Byron with several military personnel, without the former “Death Archon”. "Protection, so that the shadow of the rose school will always hang over his head.

"Two programs, if it is determined that the danger is extremely great, then directly give up the identity of Daun. Tang Taisi, and instead seriously consider the 'customer list', do not put any suspected forces involved in the rose school into the contact range... well, It is better to pre-set the target and make the accident controllable... The information provided by Daniz should come from the 'Iceberg Lieutenant', where there are two indigenous generals who are quite unique... Any other forces, no matter what, always Marking is closer to Lun, Intis, Fossack, or Fenetport, or multiple factions within the family have a tendency to reach a balance, only they, the annotation does not contain foreign countries, only the spiritual group supports a ..." Klein read the contents of the letter from the beginning and vaguely grasped something.

He initially suspected that the two indigenous generals had reached the line with the Knowledge Church. "The Iceberg Lieutenant" Edwina did not mark it, but deliberately highlighted their speciality, telling Gelman Sparrow that it is possible to cooperate. Object.

In this way, she does not need to worry about the possibility of leaking news in Daniz, because there is no news to leak, there is only hint.

"Messanies, Katami... The former received the support of the royal family within the spiritual group. The latter secretly claimed to be descendants of death... Oh, even if it is true, it is also a descendant of many generations. Mr. Zucker, what do you call it?” Klein laughed and shook hands and burned the letter.

He then enjoyed a fine afternoon tea in a semi-open room with a large balcony until the butler Walter came in and whispered:

"Sir, there are police officers coming to the door, for the Karon suicide case."

The clues on this face always point to Dawn Dontes, so even if the Baron Sindras handles the follow-up, the police will come and visit from time to time, otherwise the newspaper reporters will definitely say they are dereliction of duty.

As for the case of Mr. Maht, because Dawn Don Tae is only a more important eyewitness, he will not be disturbed after recording the confession.

"Please ask them to go to the living room in the garden on the second floor." Klein put half of the whipped cream sponge cake back on the tray and drank the lipstick tea ceremony.

As the owner, he does not have to worry about the wasted tea in the afternoon tea, because the rest is owned by the male servant and the maid. If he eats clean every time, or asks to be prepared, the reputation will be in this block. The servants spread and entered the ears of the ladies and gentlemen.

Walter’s expression responded without much change:

"They want to ask you to go to the police station because today is the day when the Karon family identified the suspect.

"They said, this is a shame, but it is a necessary process and there can be no missing."

Klein slowly got up and said:

"I can understand, Richardson, go get my coat, hat and cane."

Now that he has jumped out, he is happy to see what happened to Karon and his family from the perspective of a bystander, how things will turn to Baron Sindras.

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

North District Police Station, a spacious room.

Klein saw Caron's family across the glass as a wall, an old gentleman, an old lady, a lady close to forty, a fifteen-year-old boy, and a girl under ten.

Their eyes swept over the suspects behind the glass wall and landed on the face of Dawn Dontes.

"It's him! It's him!" the boy shouted, his eyes turning red, his hands clenching into fists, trying to rush toward the glass wall.

"It's him, the police officer, it is him." The nearly forty-year-old woman, Horan, shed tears and looked at Dawn. Dontes's eyes filled with hatred and hatred.

The little girl she was holding cried out loud:

"Dad! Also my father!"

The two old men each shed tears, one forced to calm down, and one convulsion was about to faint, and the sad atmosphere spread.

However, Klein had not even seen them before.

Was implanted in memory? He frowned and sighed and wondered what happened to the Karon family.

At the same time, the underground morgue of this police station.

Dairy Simone picks up a pencil and draws a sketch with a slight tremor.

Because she came to the police station to help, in and out of the newspaper reporters, she did not wear the usual psychic robes, put on a black and white uniform police uniform, upper body, bottom skirt, with knee boots.

At this point, her palms moved back and forth uncontrollably, and the surface of the paper quickly appeared on the desk, the convex window, the ink bottle, the revolver and other items.

On the convex belly window, there is a figure reflected.

The figure is neatly combed, and the silver and white are mixed with black and black. The brain is wide, the cheekbones are quite high, and there are many wrinkles. It is the Baron Sindras!

Snapped! The pencil in Dai Li’s hand fell on the paper.

She then raised her head and asked Leonard Mitchell, who was on the initiative to help, and the two inspectors who coordinated the communication:

"The second time Karon committed suicide, there is a strong resistance in his heart. That is to say, his suicide has hints and guidance. This is not a simple psychological problem, and it must involve a higher level of extraordinary power.

"And this kind of contradiction, this confrontation, led to his emotional collapse, spiritual explosion, to some extent before the death to restore the real look, this is the picture of his ‘eyes’ freeze.”

Next to the senior inspector brows locked:

"Ms. Simone, what do you mean, is Karon finally seeing the real murderer? Is the Baron Sindras really the real murderer?"

Leonard Mitchell snorted:

"What the eyes see is not necessarily equal to reality.

"I said illusion, you may not understand, but if I am a murderer, I can find someone who is very similar to Baron Sindras, who appeared in the room before Karon committed suicide."

The two inspectors were very satisfied with this explanation and relaxed their breath:

"We immediately arranged for Karon's family to come over and trouble the two to get more real clues in a way that wouldn't hurt them."

"Okay." Dai Li squinted at the corner of her eyes. "I will go to the bathroom first."

She didn't paint strange eyeshadows and blushes this time. Except for the skin, she looked paler and had no feeling of being a monster. Moreover, her age seemed to be a little smaller. She returned from her early twenties to her twenties and her eyes were cheerful. The five senses are beautiful.

Leonard Mitchell thought that he would have to be busy for a long time, and he left the morgue and went to the bathroom on the upper floor.

The two just walked the stairs, bypassed the corner, and suddenly saw a white-skinned gentleman appearing at the other end of the corridor, taking the man to the police station.

This gentleman is mature and elegant, and has a pair of secluded eyes like the eyes of the lake under the moon. It is Dawn Dontes.

Dairy Simone snorted and looked thoughtfully at her head, looking at Leonard Mitchell, and found that the ink-filled "poet" was also watching Dawn Dontes.

"Why did you suddenly apply for me? The members of the spiritual group should be locked up. You don't need to do anything..." Dai Li didn't give Leonard a chance to find a reason. For a second, she asked directly. "Do you think that the gentleman had a problem?"

Leonard regained his sight and silenced for two seconds:

"Daun Dontes has seen the Archbishop."

He deliberately did not affirm, nor did he deny it. He only said that he did not ask for an answer.

The implication is that the Archbishop did not say that Daun. Tang Taisi had a problem. As for not discovering it, or simply saying nothing, then I don’t know.

Dai Li gently clicked, and the light turned to the bathroom.

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

On Wednesday morning, Audrey Hall, holding the invitation, took the carriage and arrived at Pesfer Street, where the Saint-Saill's Church is located.

The forthcoming “Luen Charity Student Fund” is located on the 22nd of this street. The house belongs to the night church and does not need to pay rent.

Before leaving the carriage, Audrey took the invitation and looked at the scenery outside the window, looking forward to the future.

She will become a board member and enter the fundraising and external liaison department.

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