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Klein clicked on the head:

"Okay, but I still don't know what my mission is."

"A non-hazardous task, at least for now, can't see the signs of danger." Dunn first emphasized the key points, and then said, "This is a case transferred from the Jintongtong District Police Station. The famous philanthropist Sir Deville has been in a row for a month. I was plagued by strange harassment, but neither his bodyguards, the security guards hired, nor the police officers could find the criminals. The inspector of the Tolre who was responsible for this matter was highly suspicious of the extraordinary power and submitted it to us."

I saw Sir Deville in the library before and found that he was in a bad mood and was weak. It was because he was harassed... Klein frowned slightly:

"What kind of harassment?"

This matter has not yet caused substantial harm, and it is indeed not dangerous.

"Dr. Deville hears crying and groaning every night, no matter where he sleeps, whether he is not in Tingen, which makes his sleep quality very poor." Dunn flipped the information and said, "He went to see I have consulted the housekeeper and servant around me and confirmed that it is not an illusion, so I suspect that someone is harassing."

Closing the file, Dunn looked up at Klein:

"You go to the lounge to put on your trainee inspector's outfit and go to the shooting club hall to meet with the Tolre Inspector. He will tell you more details."

"Apprentice inspector clothing?" Klein subconsciously asked.

Dunn glared at his forehead and smiled and said:

"We have half of the salary paid by the police department. The name of the inspector is not only in the file. When you first saw me and Leonard, we also wore uniforms. This is every official team member. The welfare that I have, um, the kind of welfare that Russell the Great said."

Unfortunately, you can't wear it at ordinary times, otherwise you can change one more laundry... Klein took a cane, gave a speech and left the captain's office.

He came to the diagonally opposite lounge and saw a set of black-and-white white uniforms including leather boots. The soft hat was inlaid with the coat of arms of "double swords crossed and crowned", and the shoulders were black and white. A silver star shining badge.

“This is the trainee inspector?” Klein glanced at him and found a string of inconspicuous numbers under the silver star of the epaulette: “06-254”.

He has a preliminary understanding of the classification of police in the Kingdom of Lun. He understands that the top ministers are the police minister and the chief police secretary. The directors, deputy directors and assistant directors of the various police departments are located at the middle level. Inspectors, at the bottom are the sheriffs and police officers.

Closing the door, Klein took off his formal attire, took off his hat, and put on the uniform.

Hanging up the original clothes, he pushed the door out and entered the office of the civilian staff, taking photos of the full-length mirror that Rosan won.

The young man in the mirror is shaking, brown and gentle, and a uniform makes him a bit more heroic than usual.

"Not bad." Klein pleasing lovablely, leaving his cane in the office and turned out of the Blackthorn Security Company.

In his pocket, the police officer’s card is as much a license as the full class of weapons.

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

Shoot the club's lobby.

Klein saw the Tol Inspector because he was the only person in the police uniform here.

Of course, I have to add me now... Klein silently added one.

Toler's inspector has two silver stars, his clothes are propped up by his stomach, his face is covered with thick brown beards, his body is tall but not powerful, or he has been violent.

"Morety Klein Moretti?" Tolle looked up and down and smiled.

"Hello, Tolre Inspector, I think you should not admit the wrong person." Klein replied wittyly, and according to the impression, raised his right hand, closed the five fingers, and performed a ceremony.

Tolle laughed and said:

"I can see that you are a young man who is easy to get along with, so I am relieved. We are going to the home of Sir Deville now?"

Although his police level is higher than that of Klein, his tone is obviously inquiring.

"No problem." Klein thought about it. "You can tell me the details in the carriage."

"Okay." Tolle touched the thick brown beard and led Klein out of the shooting club and onto a carriage parked opposite.

The carriage has a coat of arms with a "double sword cross and a crown of crowns", which is controlled by a special driver.

"Sir Deville is a believer in the goddess, so we transferred the case to you." Tolle just sat down and couldn't wait to confess.

"I know that jazz is a frequent visitor to newspaper content and magazine covers." Klein smiled softly.

Toller picked up the paper bag next to him, untied the entanglement, extracted the information, and said:

"I don't know if you understand it, I need to give you a detailed introduction."

"Dr. Deville is the richest man in the city of Tingen. His career began with lead factories and porcelain factories. He has now covered steel, coal, shipping, banking and securities. He is also a great philanthropist praised by the king. Established Deville Charity Fund, Deville Trust Company, Deville Library... He was awarded the title of Lord five years ago... If he is willing to run for the mayor, I don’t think anyone in Tingen will be his opponent. ""

"However, his goal is in Beckland, he wants to be a member of the upper house of the kingdom. We once suspected that he was harassed about this matter, but could not find any clues."

Klein gently slammed:

"I don't rule out this possibility, but I can't be sure about anything now."

Tolle did not entangle this problem too much and continued:

"From the 6th of last month, when Deville slumbers every night, he will hear the numbness of the scalp, like a dying patient struggling. He checked the surrounding room and found nothing. The abnormal situation, and the housekeeper and the servants also confirmed that there was a similar sound, but the movement they heard was very slight."

“In the beginning, Sir Deville thought that things would soon pass, and they didn’t care too much, but the painful sputum became more frequent, even during the day, and there was more heart-twitching crying.”

"This made Sir Deville insomnia again and again, had to leave Tingen and go to the villa in the country, but it didn't do anything. Hey and crying still entangled him. Similarly, even if he went to Bakerland, things didn't get Quiet, but it is relatively less serious."

“He asked the security staff to check around and found no clues. Our preliminary investigation also lacked gains.”

"This more than a month of torture has caused the spirit of Sir Deville to collapse. He has been looking for a psychiatrist again and again, but he still can't get rid of it. He told us that if the problem cannot be solved within this week, he will move out of court. Root, head to Beckland, and he believes there will be someone who can help him."

After listening to Tolle's description, Klein quickly analyzed the possibilities:

Whoever offended the extraordinary, cursed?

No, if it is a curse, the housekeeper and the servant cannot hear the same voice...

There are hidden people in the servants and bodyguards who do not know what purpose?

The problem is that in the past month or so, no one has asked Mr. Deville...

Perhaps Sir Deville accidentally caught up with the "dirty things" of the evil spirits?

Do not rule out this reason...

Klein had a lot of thoughts, and the carriage entered the Golden Indus area and stopped at the door of Sir Deville.

There is a flourishing garden surrounded by iron railings. There are two empty statues of iron gates, springs that spurt and bathe marble statues. There are two-storey houses with a wide area and three horse-drawn carriages.

"The Jazz family only has two floors... The newspaper said that Beckland is trying to build a ten-story apartment..." Kline walked down the carriage and saw a three-V policeman with a shoulder badge rushing over.

He looked at Klein and raised his hand to the ceremony:

"Good morning, sir!"

"Good morning." Klein smiled and daggered.

Toler laughed aside:

"This is Sheriff Gate. You can tell him anything."

"This is the inspector, Mr. Moretti, a history expert and a psychologist at the County Police Department." Tolle introduced another article to Gate.

... I can't afford it... Klein was ashamed.

After the chill was finished, Gate pointed to the second floor of the house behind the fountain:

"Sir Deville is waiting for us."

"Okay." Klein reached out and touched the revolver of his lower back.

This is his greatest reliance on the enemy.

——Because of changing the police uniform, he can put the gun bag on the waist side in a bright and straight manner, which is easy to extract.

During the talk, a group of three people walked along the wide road, bypassing the fountain and coming outside the main entrance.

At this point, a servant had opened the door and waited.

Klein has not yet had the opportunity to enter the house, pretending to organize his hat, pinching his eyebrows and opening up the "Lingshi".

In the bright living room, the square face of Sir Devil is squatting on his forehead, the spirit is quite poor, his dark gold hair and blue eyes are dry or bleak, the whole person seems to be five years old.

"Good morning, jazz." Klein, Tolle and Gate also prayed at the same time.

Sir Deville got up and barely smiled and responded:

"Good morning, three police officers, I hope you can solve my troubles."

At this time, Klein rubbed his eyes and his brows were slightly wrinkled.

Except for the poor spirit, he did not find any problems with Sir Deville.

This is very weird... He thought about it:

"Jazz, where did you first hear you in which room?"

"My bedroom." Sir Deville shook his head.

"Can we go and have a look?" Klein asked.

"Did you not check it a few times?" The middle-aged housekeeper next to him frowned.

Obviously, he did not recognize Klein as a companion of a good-hearted person who "does not pick up money."

Klein gently laughed:

"That is my colleague, not me."

"Jazz, this is an expert from the police department." Tolle seized the opportunity to introduce a sentence.

Deville looked at the young experts deeply:

"Okay, Karen, you take them to my bedroom."

"Jazz, I hope you will go with us," Klein said earnestly.

Deville hesitated for a few seconds:

"If this helps solve the problem..."

As he said, he picked up his cane and walked up the stairs in vain. The housekeeper Karen and several bodyguards were surrounded by him, always ready to help.

Klein looked around in a circle, silent but calmly following.

One step, two steps, three steps... They came to the second floor and entered the master bedroom.

Before he had time to look at the environment, Klein’s hair was erected.

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