Dead?
Will Ansetine died?
And it seems that I have been dead for a while!
Could this be fake?
Klein looked at the child's body in shock and suspicion, and many thoughts suddenly popped up in his mind.
In his perception, Will Anceptin is a special child with his own, and may be involved in the sequence of Monsters' pathways.
The divination game he played, his casual words, Doctor, your luck will worsen, which made Alan unlucky for a long time; the paper crane he folded can allow Alan's astral spirit to be positioned in the spiritual world and instilled with artificial inspiration; even if Klein is on the gray fog, he can only see one or two of his whereabouts, and it is difficult to get an effective conclusion... How could such a child die inexplicably?
Did Dr. Allen die before he dreamed?
Where is his relatives?
Klein narrowed his eyes slightly, enduring the intense disgust, carefully examined the highly decayed corpse and found some torn tarot cards in the surrounding soil.
His spiritual intuition told him that the corpse in front of him was most likely Will Ansitine.
It's really shocking and puzzled... Looking back on the gray fog to confirm whether Will Ansetine was faked to die... Wait, what does this have to do with me?
I have decided not to mix this matter in depth, so as not to be entangled by the Mercury Snake. This may be even more terrifying than the seal 008... Klein suddenly came back to his senses and said to the frightened gravekeeper and the scared doctor Alan who was almost shattering:
Call the police!
well!The gravekeeper was stunned at first, and then answered one after another.
He took the shovel and turned around and ran out of the woods, as fast as a living zombie chasing him behind him.
As expected, he is just an ordinary person and is not cautious at all. In this case, shouldn’t he beware of the people around him having evil intentions?
Exposing the back, it is easy to be slapped by someone with a shovel... Klein glanced at the back of the gravekeeper, sighed and shook his head.
When he was in the Tingen Market Capital Nightclub Team, he had read many case files and found that many victims were cheated by their accomplices.
Thinking of this, Klein walked to Dr. Allen, bent down and stretched out:
There is nothing to be afraid of, he is dead.
...It's just that it's scary.Allen calmed down a little, and without accepting Klein's support, he got up by himself.
His long black dress was covered in soil, which made Klein feel a little distressed.
I am a person who can't stand the worthless things being damaged... He sighed in his heart.
Seeing that Allen was still a little panicked, Klein smiled and said:
At this time, praying to the gods you believe in will have a good effect.
Yeah?Allen was stunned for a moment, and ticked four times clockwise in his chest, chanting in a low voice, the goddess of night who is more noble than the stars and longer than eternity, your devout believers pray for your favor...
As he whispered repeatedly, he slowly calmed down and was no longer as scared as before.
Klein also drew a triangle holy emblem on his chest and said silently:
Ah, God of Steam and Machinery, your believers who are not devout at all pray for your favor...
While speaking, he couldn't help but laugh at himself, suspecting that he might have been struck to death by lightning on the spot.
However, Lightning and Thunder belong to the Lord of the Storm and are not in the realm of the God of Steam and Machinery... Klein thought with ease.
After more than twenty minutes, the two sat in the interrogation room of the nearby police station.
When recording the confession, Klein told the police frankly that he was just a private detective who was commissioned and was not clear about what happened. Dr. Allen described his dream in detail and the reason for the excavation of the body.
Klein could see that the police didn't believe it at all, but after they went out and walked around, they immediately changed their attitude and said that Dr. Alan and Detective Moriarty were not suspicious, and they just needed to sign the confession and leave.
Allen was quite surprised by this, but Klein was not surprised at all. It was obvious that the night-time man had come forward.
The benefits of asking the doctor to go to Fanxing Church in advance to find a bishop.
Before leaving the police station, Klein saw a familiar figure, the night watchman who had entered his dream before.
The night watchman who might be the captain was still wearing a gray windbreaker, which seemed to be more frost-resistant than Klein. His blue eyes swept away from Klein's face without any abnormality, pretending that he was just an ordinary senior inspector.
Klein, who also pretended to be just an ordinary private detective, pushed down his glasses, put on a half-height silk top hat, left the police station with Dr. Allen, and got on the carriage.
After instructing his coachman to go to Minsk Street first, Allen turned to look at Klein:
Sherlock, do you think things will end here?
If that corpse was really Will Anceptin, you shouldn't be bothered again.Crane paused and said, Allen, have you felt strange during this period?No matter what matters.
Allen thought about it seriously and shook his head:
No.
This is worth celebrating!Klein exhaled and said with a smile.
For him, it is best to end the matter of Will Ensetin like this. Although the paper crane that Klein folded on the gray fog would not expose anything, and there was no problem with the divination afterwards, he was still a little worried about a night-time person who had a sudden idea and found some clues. Now, with Will Ensetin's death, the case may soon go to a dead end and be put into the file and temporarily declared over. No one will pay attention to it without new situations.
Allen relaxed and turned to wonder: To be honest, I don’t think my confession is too persuasive, why did those policemen choose to believe it in the end?
I don't know either.Klein deliberately pretended to be stupid, I thought I had to let my lawyer come and take me home again, no, I'm going to bail.
Allen curled the corners of his mouth in slightest sight:
Sherlock, you seem to have a lot of experience in entering the police station?
Klein laughed and replied deeply:
This is the fate of every private detective.
…………
Just as Klein and Allen were taken into the police station near Green's Cemetery, Forthwall walked into the slightly silent cemetery and found the tomb of Mrs. Anlisa in a elegant black dress and a black hood with fine grids hanging down.
She and Hug had already gone to Queens to find Viscount Glylint an hour ago and received a reply that the other party was willing to borrow £400 without any interest.
Viscount Glylint's only request was that two extraordinary people accompany him to the party that Mr. A will call tonight to protect his safety, and he was eager to collect the venom crystals of the crown jellyfish to complete the preparation of the Pharmacist Potion.
The horn of the adult Pegasus has been found by Audrey from the family treasure house and made one in the name of doing biological experiments, which effectively offset some of her debts.
She also proposed an additional condition, asking Viscount Glylint to use the help of Duke Negan's children to confirm whether the dragon specimen in the other party's treasure house belongs to the Thousand-faced Hunter, and to confirm whether there are still light spots flashing inside.
After getting the loan, Fors did not rush to pray to Mr. Fool to complete the transaction as soon as possible, because it was too quick and would make Hug intuitively think that it was wrong, and thus doubt.
Taking advantage of his spare time, Fors changed his clothes and rented a carriage to Green Cemetery located on the outskirts of the West District.
After knowing the laws of immortality and conservation of extraordinary characteristics, Fors already understood that the main material for her to become an apprentice is the extraordinary characteristic left by Mrs. Anlisa, and she was equivalent to inheriting the other party's strength.
So, she couldn't help but want to come here once, put a bouquet of flowers in front of Mrs. Anlisa's tombstone and say thank you.
It was early winter at this time, and most of the flowers had already withered, but Fors still bought a handful of simple and elegant flowers.
These are flowers grown from glass greenhouses and are quite expensive.
Thanks to Emperor Rossell for his invention... Fors said sincerely in his heart.
As far as she knows, most of the flowers used by the nobles at winter banquets came from glass greenhouses, and a small amount was delivered directly from warm southern areas by airships, which exceeded the scope that ordinary middle-class people could bear.
Standing in front of the black tombstone, Fors took a few deep glances at the photo of Mrs. Anlisa, bent down and put down the flowers, and said softly:
Thanks.
She immediately stood up straight, closed her eyes, and quietly recalled the past.
Just then, she heard a slightly old voice:
You are such a kind and kind lady.
Forth opened his eyes and turned his head, and found that Mr. Lawrence, from the Abraham family, also appeared here at some point, holding a bouquet of elegant flowers in his hand.
No, this is not kindness, nor is it kindness. Mrs. Anlisa once brought me an unforgettable warm time to the loss of her mother.Fors said sincerely.
Her eyes suddenly became a little wet.
Lawrence had wrinkles at the corner of his eye. He sighed while lowering the flowers:
This shows that you value friendship.
After chatting casually for a few words, Forth was about to say goodbye. Lawrence was waving his hand and suddenly coughed violently.
Cough cough cough!
He coughed so hard that his feet were weak and he fell to the ground, as if he would suffocate at any time.
As a doctor who graduated from a regular college, Forss turned around without hesitation, squatted down and started first aid.
After some busyness, Lawrence's condition finally stabilized. He wiped the saliva from his mouth and smiled at Fors:
Madam, can you take me back to the hotel?
No problem.Forsy helped the other party get up.
Lawrence looked ahead, his eyes a little out of focus. He coughed lightly, laughing half sad and half self-deprecatingly:
My life may have come to an end...
Will Ansetine died?
And it seems that I have been dead for a while!
Could this be fake?
Klein looked at the child's body in shock and suspicion, and many thoughts suddenly popped up in his mind.
In his perception, Will Anceptin is a special child with his own, and may be involved in the sequence of Monsters' pathways.
The divination game he played, his casual words, Doctor, your luck will worsen, which made Alan unlucky for a long time; the paper crane he folded can allow Alan's astral spirit to be positioned in the spiritual world and instilled with artificial inspiration; even if Klein is on the gray fog, he can only see one or two of his whereabouts, and it is difficult to get an effective conclusion... How could such a child die inexplicably?
Did Dr. Allen die before he dreamed?
Where is his relatives?
Klein narrowed his eyes slightly, enduring the intense disgust, carefully examined the highly decayed corpse and found some torn tarot cards in the surrounding soil.
His spiritual intuition told him that the corpse in front of him was most likely Will Ansitine.
It's really shocking and puzzled... Looking back on the gray fog to confirm whether Will Ansetine was faked to die... Wait, what does this have to do with me?
I have decided not to mix this matter in depth, so as not to be entangled by the Mercury Snake. This may be even more terrifying than the seal 008... Klein suddenly came back to his senses and said to the frightened gravekeeper and the scared doctor Alan who was almost shattering:
Call the police!
well!The gravekeeper was stunned at first, and then answered one after another.
He took the shovel and turned around and ran out of the woods, as fast as a living zombie chasing him behind him.
As expected, he is just an ordinary person and is not cautious at all. In this case, shouldn’t he beware of the people around him having evil intentions?
Exposing the back, it is easy to be slapped by someone with a shovel... Klein glanced at the back of the gravekeeper, sighed and shook his head.
When he was in the Tingen Market Capital Nightclub Team, he had read many case files and found that many victims were cheated by their accomplices.
Thinking of this, Klein walked to Dr. Allen, bent down and stretched out:
There is nothing to be afraid of, he is dead.
...It's just that it's scary.Allen calmed down a little, and without accepting Klein's support, he got up by himself.
His long black dress was covered in soil, which made Klein feel a little distressed.
I am a person who can't stand the worthless things being damaged... He sighed in his heart.
Seeing that Allen was still a little panicked, Klein smiled and said:
At this time, praying to the gods you believe in will have a good effect.
Yeah?Allen was stunned for a moment, and ticked four times clockwise in his chest, chanting in a low voice, the goddess of night who is more noble than the stars and longer than eternity, your devout believers pray for your favor...
As he whispered repeatedly, he slowly calmed down and was no longer as scared as before.
Klein also drew a triangle holy emblem on his chest and said silently:
Ah, God of Steam and Machinery, your believers who are not devout at all pray for your favor...
While speaking, he couldn't help but laugh at himself, suspecting that he might have been struck to death by lightning on the spot.
However, Lightning and Thunder belong to the Lord of the Storm and are not in the realm of the God of Steam and Machinery... Klein thought with ease.
After more than twenty minutes, the two sat in the interrogation room of the nearby police station.
When recording the confession, Klein told the police frankly that he was just a private detective who was commissioned and was not clear about what happened. Dr. Allen described his dream in detail and the reason for the excavation of the body.
Klein could see that the police didn't believe it at all, but after they went out and walked around, they immediately changed their attitude and said that Dr. Alan and Detective Moriarty were not suspicious, and they just needed to sign the confession and leave.
Allen was quite surprised by this, but Klein was not surprised at all. It was obvious that the night-time man had come forward.
The benefits of asking the doctor to go to Fanxing Church in advance to find a bishop.
Before leaving the police station, Klein saw a familiar figure, the night watchman who had entered his dream before.
The night watchman who might be the captain was still wearing a gray windbreaker, which seemed to be more frost-resistant than Klein. His blue eyes swept away from Klein's face without any abnormality, pretending that he was just an ordinary senior inspector.
Klein, who also pretended to be just an ordinary private detective, pushed down his glasses, put on a half-height silk top hat, left the police station with Dr. Allen, and got on the carriage.
After instructing his coachman to go to Minsk Street first, Allen turned to look at Klein:
Sherlock, do you think things will end here?
If that corpse was really Will Anceptin, you shouldn't be bothered again.Crane paused and said, Allen, have you felt strange during this period?No matter what matters.
Allen thought about it seriously and shook his head:
No.
This is worth celebrating!Klein exhaled and said with a smile.
For him, it is best to end the matter of Will Ensetin like this. Although the paper crane that Klein folded on the gray fog would not expose anything, and there was no problem with the divination afterwards, he was still a little worried about a night-time person who had a sudden idea and found some clues. Now, with Will Ensetin's death, the case may soon go to a dead end and be put into the file and temporarily declared over. No one will pay attention to it without new situations.
Allen relaxed and turned to wonder: To be honest, I don’t think my confession is too persuasive, why did those policemen choose to believe it in the end?
I don't know either.Klein deliberately pretended to be stupid, I thought I had to let my lawyer come and take me home again, no, I'm going to bail.
Allen curled the corners of his mouth in slightest sight:
Sherlock, you seem to have a lot of experience in entering the police station?
Klein laughed and replied deeply:
This is the fate of every private detective.
…………
Just as Klein and Allen were taken into the police station near Green's Cemetery, Forthwall walked into the slightly silent cemetery and found the tomb of Mrs. Anlisa in a elegant black dress and a black hood with fine grids hanging down.
She and Hug had already gone to Queens to find Viscount Glylint an hour ago and received a reply that the other party was willing to borrow £400 without any interest.
Viscount Glylint's only request was that two extraordinary people accompany him to the party that Mr. A will call tonight to protect his safety, and he was eager to collect the venom crystals of the crown jellyfish to complete the preparation of the Pharmacist Potion.
The horn of the adult Pegasus has been found by Audrey from the family treasure house and made one in the name of doing biological experiments, which effectively offset some of her debts.
She also proposed an additional condition, asking Viscount Glylint to use the help of Duke Negan's children to confirm whether the dragon specimen in the other party's treasure house belongs to the Thousand-faced Hunter, and to confirm whether there are still light spots flashing inside.
After getting the loan, Fors did not rush to pray to Mr. Fool to complete the transaction as soon as possible, because it was too quick and would make Hug intuitively think that it was wrong, and thus doubt.
Taking advantage of his spare time, Fors changed his clothes and rented a carriage to Green Cemetery located on the outskirts of the West District.
After knowing the laws of immortality and conservation of extraordinary characteristics, Fors already understood that the main material for her to become an apprentice is the extraordinary characteristic left by Mrs. Anlisa, and she was equivalent to inheriting the other party's strength.
So, she couldn't help but want to come here once, put a bouquet of flowers in front of Mrs. Anlisa's tombstone and say thank you.
It was early winter at this time, and most of the flowers had already withered, but Fors still bought a handful of simple and elegant flowers.
These are flowers grown from glass greenhouses and are quite expensive.
Thanks to Emperor Rossell for his invention... Fors said sincerely in his heart.
As far as she knows, most of the flowers used by the nobles at winter banquets came from glass greenhouses, and a small amount was delivered directly from warm southern areas by airships, which exceeded the scope that ordinary middle-class people could bear.
Standing in front of the black tombstone, Fors took a few deep glances at the photo of Mrs. Anlisa, bent down and put down the flowers, and said softly:
Thanks.
She immediately stood up straight, closed her eyes, and quietly recalled the past.
Just then, she heard a slightly old voice:
You are such a kind and kind lady.
Forth opened his eyes and turned his head, and found that Mr. Lawrence, from the Abraham family, also appeared here at some point, holding a bouquet of elegant flowers in his hand.
No, this is not kindness, nor is it kindness. Mrs. Anlisa once brought me an unforgettable warm time to the loss of her mother.Fors said sincerely.
Her eyes suddenly became a little wet.
Lawrence had wrinkles at the corner of his eye. He sighed while lowering the flowers:
This shows that you value friendship.
After chatting casually for a few words, Forth was about to say goodbye. Lawrence was waving his hand and suddenly coughed violently.
Cough cough cough!
He coughed so hard that his feet were weak and he fell to the ground, as if he would suffocate at any time.
As a doctor who graduated from a regular college, Forss turned around without hesitation, squatted down and started first aid.
After some busyness, Lawrence's condition finally stabilized. He wiped the saliva from his mouth and smiled at Fors:
Madam, can you take me back to the hotel?
No problem.Forsy helped the other party get up.
Lawrence looked ahead, his eyes a little out of focus. He coughed lightly, laughing half sad and half self-deprecatingly:
My life may have come to an end...
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