"Well, how long has that Senator been dead?" Crane asked, getting straight to the heart as he gathered up.

If it takes more than 15 minutes, the information that can be harvested will fall off a cliff, and if it exceeds 1 hour, you will only get something superficial.

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

"Regrettably, preliminary examination reports indicate that Congressman Maynard died between 9 and 11 p.m. last night. Dunn shook his head and said, "You just need to help, you don't have to think about whether you have something to gain or not." ”

"Okay. Klein took off his coat, hat and cane, and headed out for the guard room, while Dunn Smith took his place on Chanisgate.

In fact, theoretically speaking, as an extraordinary person, as long as his own spirituality has been improved, things such as spiritual vision, divination, and ritual magic can be learned, especially the "Sleepless" sequence is also known for its high inspiration.

But in fact, the differences between different sequences and "professions" in similar aspects are still very obvious, for example, Dunn Smith and Leonard Mitchell currently have psychic vision, but the color of their aura is only light white or light blue, and they cannot accurately distinguish the state of different parts of the human body.

This also causes the "Sleepless", "Midnight Poet", and "Nightmare" to dislike to turn on vision.

Similarly, if they wish, they can also learn methods such as pendulums, divination, and dream divination, but the success rate is not worth looking forward to.

The same is true in the realm of ritual magic.

As the two passed by, Dunn suddenly spoke:

"I forgot to mention that Inspector Tole is also in charge of this matter, and he is waiting for you in the reception hall of the security company, remember to change into your new uniform and get your new papers. ”

Klein smiled not at all and asked:

"New uniforms, new documents? ”

He was only promoted to Sequence 8 yesterday......

"Because this case is important, ......" Dunn spread his hands and sat down in the place before Klein.

Crane made his way back upstairs, and instead of rushing to the reception hall, he entered the night watchman's rest room and solved his personal problems in the attached lavatory, which was provided only with toilets, water bottles, and basins.

He then changed into a special police outfit upgraded to two silver stars and a floppy hat with "two swords crossed and a crown clustered".

After transferring the "Sun Flame Charm", "Azk Bronze Whistle", "Ritual Materials" and other things, Crane straightened his clothes and walked out of the lounge with his cane.

As soon as he passed through the partition, he saw Inspector Toller sitting in the couch area.

After a while, the tall officer grew rounder, with a more prominent belly, and a thick beard and hair, like a brown bear that had just escaped from a circus.

"It's a pleasure to work with you again. Seeing that it was a night watchman he knew, Toller breathed a sigh of relief, leaned forward and stood up, stretching out his bear's paws.

No, the palm ...... Klein silently corrected himself and shook his hand politely with the other party:

"Me too. ”

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

"We're level, it's been less than a month. ”

Klein wanted to say solemnly, "We may be ten times more dangerous than you", but when the words came to his lips, he thought of his current identity - the "clown" of Sequence 8.

Maybe give it a try...... With the help of his mind's reflection of his facial expression, the corners of his mouth turned up, and he replied with a smile that was evident:

"Maybe in two or three months, you'll be calling me sir. ”

"You have such a good sense of humor. Toller laughed, pointed out the door, and said, "Shall we go?"

"Okay. Klein didn't give up his cane, and for him, after becoming a "clown", this "weapon" can be considered worthy of its name.

Outside the door of the Black Thorn Security Company, Klein and Toler went downstairs side by side, one thin and one fat, the contrast was very stark.

"I think we can even go to the circus and make the audience laugh. Crane laughed suddenly.

Toller nodded in agreement:

"yes, I think our comparison is comedic. Did you know that some circuses are experimenting with a mix of clowns who are fat and thin, tall and short. ”

No, I actually mean animal trainers and brown bears...... Klein, of course, would not utter such impolite words, and he chimed in:

"Unfortunately, we don't have a permanent circus in the city of Tingen. ”

"Yes, but we still have an opera house, and we have a theater, and we have a concert hall. Inspector Toller replied with a little regret.

The two greeted and got into the carriage of the police station, and it was only at this time that Klein turned the conversation to the case:

"Are Congressman Maynard sure he was murdered?"

"Not sure, but his wife, his two sons, didn't want to believe in the possibility of a sudden illness, well, there was something wrong with the scene, and Maynard was found undressed, just lying on the bed in the guest room. Toller said thoughtfully.

"He and his wife sleep in separate rooms?" Klein leaned back against the wall of the carriage, mimicking the protagonists of various detective movies he had seen in his previous life.

Toller shook his head and said:

"No, his wife has not been in Tingen for the last few days, she has gone to an important social ball in Beckland, you may not know, she is the daughter of a new party leader, a member of the lower house, and she is still on the steam train back to Tingen, but she expressed her attitude in advance by telegram. ”

Maynard, who is also a member of the New Party and has been a member of the council for the city of Tingen for more than a decade, intends to target the mayoral position in next year's election. ”

"So his death might have something to do with it?" Klein asked casually, smiling quickly, "I'm just helping with the 'autopsy', other things are not in my scope of concern, you don't have to answer." ”

Toller sighed indifferently:

"Autopsy...... You are cautious. ”

"As for your speculation, all I can say is that maybe, Councillor Maynard had a party at his house last night, and there were so many guests coming and going, that we can't identify the main suspect for the time being, and besides, these guests are all of decent status, and we must be careful not to make mistakes. ”

"Understood. Crane bowed his head slightly, and asked with interest some details about the scene.

Maynard's home is a single-family house in the Golden Sycamore district, surrounded by gardens and lawns, stables, fountains, and wide roads paved with concrete.

Wearing a floppy hat with police crest, Crane followed Inspector Toller through the virtual blockade and entered the main entrance of the two-story building under the watchful eyes of police officers.

In the living room area, four probationary inspectors, two men and two women, are talking to people and collecting confessions.

At a glance, Klein found many gentlemen in tuxedos, as well as several ladies in long court dresses with gorgeous checkered black gauze covering their faces.

"They were all guests who stayed here last night. Toller explained, leading Klein up the stairs to the second floor.

Along the way, perhaps due to the effect of the inspector's epaulettes, the officers who searched the house saw that both of them showed respectful expressions and did not stop them in the slightest.

"This is the guest room where the body of Councillor Maynard was found. Tall, burly, Toller stopped in front of a dark mahogany door.

Klein asked thoughtfully:

"Who did this room belong to last night?"

"Not by anyone, this house has too many guest bedrooms and it doesn't come in handy. Toller put on his white gloves and reached out to unscrew open the crimson wooden door.

He asked the guards inside to leave for a while, nodded to Klein, and said:

"Inspector Moretti, I'll leave it to you. ”

"May the Goddess bless you and me, and hopefully there will be a harvest. Crane also put on white gloves and locked the door.

He paced to the bedside, and looked at the dark red sheets, which were unusually messy, and on which lay the corpse covered with a white cloth.

Crane was now a man who had seen the world, and he was not afraid to pull back the white cloth and look at Councillor Maynard.

The gentleman was in his forties, his blond hair was cut short, and there was an expression on his face that was a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Klein took two steps back, took out the corresponding materials, and quickly prepared the pre-preparations for the psychic ritual.

After a spell, in the tranquil fragrance and the cold wind that surrounded him, he silently recited the divination sentence that he had thought of a long time ago:

"The cause of Congressman Maynard's death. ”

"The cause of Congressman Maynard's death. ”

......

While silently reciting, Crane stepped back to the high-backed chair and sat down slowly.

His eyes darkened, and he leaned back, quickly falling into a deep sleep.

In the illusory, blurry, and hazy world, he suddenly saw the gentleman just now.

Maynard's blue eyes were wide open, and he was sprinting top of a fair-skinned lady with outstanding figure.

He first showed a look of extreme satisfaction and extreme pleasure, then suddenly withdrew his right hand and pressed it to his chest, his expression contorted to hideous.

Syllable!

As Maynard fell, the image quickly shattered, and Crane opened his eyes and woke up from his dream.

I didn't expect to be able to watch a little smudge once like this...... So, Congressman Maynard died in the cheating bed, from too much work?Klein chuckled and rubbed the corners of his forehead.

He took out his pen and paper, and used the ritual again, to depict the lady he had seen in his dream, with the neck down, of course.

This is a woman whose age is difficult to say, she has the mature style of her thirties, but also has the residual innocence of youth, her eyes are moist and shiny, giving people a pitiful feeling.

Looking at "his" work, Klein packed up the ritual materials and lifted the spiritual wall.

He leaned over and reached for the silver-encrusted black staff leaning against him.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of lotus lingering in his throat, which made the surface of his skin instantly pop up with the sound of pimples!

Klein jerked his gaze at the bed, only to see Councillor Maynard's hands grip the dark red sheets, the back of his palms bruised out.

With a bang, the parliamentarian, who died between 9 and 11 o'clock last night, sat up, saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth and his eyes open hollow.

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