The Embarrassing Death

Klein's understanding of Acting Method was quite profound, even more enlightening than Luther had anticipated. After listening to his explanation, the members of the Nighthawks team all fell silent, seemingly realizing something, but they were still some distance from their ultimate goal.

This strange atmosphere lasted for several days, and even the slow-witted Rozanne could sense that something was wrong.

"Luther, what's wrong with everyone lately?"

As soon as Luther arrived at work that day, she nervously came over and asked.

"What's wrong? I don't know what you're talking about."

Luther pretended to be stupid.

"They've all become strange, don't tell me you haven't noticed!" Rozanne exclaimed anxiously, "I think only you and Leonard and the others seem normal... What on earth happened?"

"I can't reveal that, I can only tell you it's good news," Luther said with a smile. "Unless you want to learn more about the Nighthawks' confidentiality rules, then I can ask the captain for permission..."

"No need!"

For some reason, Rozanne was very afraid of Dunn, and upon hearing Luther's words, she immediately shook her head in refusal.

She was about to find an excuse to end the conversation and return to the reception desk when she suddenly noticed that Luther seemed to be holding some brightly colored piece of paper, so she asked curiously, "Luther, what are you holding?"

"Oh, this is a ticket for the Tingen Theater."

Luther held up two beautifully printed cards and waved them in front of Rozanne. "The Trier Merchant, adapted from Emperor Roselle's classic comedy, best seats in the middle row, prime time this weekend evening."

He specially went to the theater to book these tickets. He had already stood his sister up twice, and he couldn't possibly break his promise a third time. So he took it very seriously and went to the theater before work to buy the best tickets.

"Want to go to the theater with your sister? That would be great..."

Rozanne couldn't help but show an envious expression. "But I read in the newspaper that Backlund has a play called 'The Return of the Earl' that's received rave reviews and will be performing in Tingen in a few weeks. Why not save the money for that play?"

"It's okay, I don't need the money."

Luther had just received a raise, smiled confidently, "If the response is good, spending more money is no problem."

"How wonderful... How awful..."

Amidst Rozanne's envious and Envy gaze, Luther left the hall to go underground to study occult knowledge.

After reviewing the documents for a while while on paid leave, Luther got a little tired and went back down to the ground, thinking of getting a cup of black tea from Rozanne. As soon as he passed the partition, he saw Dunn and "Corpse Collector" Frye sitting in the sofa area, talking to a tall, fat police officer.

"Luther? You've come at the perfect time."

Dunn greeted him, "I need your help with something."

"What's wrong, Captain?"

Luther walked over and asked.

He noticed that Frye wasn't wearing his usual formal attire, but rather the uniform of a trainee inspector. The uniform was made of crisp fabric, black with white checks, and paired with leather boots and a soft hat. A silver star on the epaulettes indicated his status as a trainee inspector. This uniform looked quite smart on Frye, who had a unique air about him, making him less like a corpse and more serious.

Luther also got a set of this uniform after becoming Nighthawks, but he doesn't usually wear it.

"This is Inspector Tolle of the Tingen City Police Department; he needs our help."

Dunn introduced the police officer to him.

"Nice to meet you."

The tall inspector stood up and kindly extended his hand to Luther.

I feel like I've heard that name somewhere before... Oh right, it was back when I joined the team, he was the officer who handled three crime scenes in one night.

Luther exchanged a few polite words with the other party, showing some sympathy, and then chose a sofa to sit down.

"That's how it is..."

After Inspector Tolle sat down, he began to explain the situation. It turned out that a viscount from Tingen City had died unexpectedly the previous night. Because it involved a nobleman, the police were under a lot of pressure and hoped that the Nighthawks could provide some assistance in identifying the murderer as soon as possible, or at least finding out the cause of death.

Luther looked at Dunn.

"From the current situation, this case doesn't seem to involve any mystery. Your main task there is to provide clues. Klein is off today... I originally planned to send Frye to perform the autopsy, but since you're here, you can come along and make use of your Ritual and 'eyes'."

Dunn said this.

"Yes, Captain, I understand."

Luther hadn't had much to do lately and was quite free, so he naturally had no objections to Dunn's arrangements. He went to the Lounge to change into his trainee inspector's uniform, took his identification, and followed Inspector Tolle out of the security company's gate and boarded a carriage with police insignia.

"So, how did Viscount Dorset die, and why do you suspect his death is suspicious?"

Inside the swaying carriage, Luther asked.

Upon hearing Luther's question, Inspector Tolle looked extremely embarrassed.

"Well... the situation at the scene wasn't very respectable. Out of respect for the deceased, I won't go into details. Please go and see for yourselves."

You're just teasing me.

Seeing that Inspector Tolle was genuinely unwilling to speak, Luther stopped pressing the matter and closed his eyes to rest. As he crossed his arms...

He Consciousness pressed his chest; in his left inner pocket were Bone Flute and a bell, and in his right pocket Clockwork Clown. Fortunately, all three items were relatively small and wouldn't be noticeable through his clothes.

After testing for a period of time, he discovered that the Clown's spring has an upper limit; when the Spirituality is infused to a certain level, the spring will lock again and cannot be turned. Under these circumstances, the spring can last for about three minutes. However, for close combat, three minutes is more than enough.

The carriage traveled all the way to the most upscale Golden Parasol Tree District in Tingen City, stopping in front of a luxurious detached villa. This villa, belonging to the Dorset Family, was even better than Mr. Azik's, with a vast area surrounded by gardens, artificial fountains, and lawns. Straight, wide roads connected the scattered stables, gardeners' quarters, servants' quarters, wine cellars, and other facilities.

At this moment, a large number of police officers are stationed outside.

Led by Inspector Tolle, Luther and Frye entered the main building. They saw several well-dressed men and women being surrounded by police officers in the living room, being questioned. The police officers were very respectful, while the expressions on the faces of these noblemen, besides arrogance, also showed a hint of embarrassment and anger.

What exactly happened to that viscount? How did he die that they all ended up like this?

Luther became increasingly curious.

They went up to the second floor, Tolle gestured for the police officers guarding the bedroom to move aside. He then handed each of them a pair of white gloves. "Thank you both," he said, "I hope you can help us find some clues."

The two put on gloves, pushed open the door, and were met with an unbelievable scene.

Viscount Dorset's body was covered by a white sheet, with a protrusion on his body holding the sheet high... Even in death, he maintained this posture.

The two were dumbfounded.

"This... this is really... so firm."

After a moment, Frye spoke hesitantly, his cold face showing a hint of distress.

Yes, we'll have to lift the white sheet to examine the body in a bit, and I really don't want to see that.

Luther was speechless.

Frye scanned the room and easily found some powder on the bedside table.

"Mummy powder, for entertainment purposes."

He didn't seem surprised at all.

"Poor Viscount."

Luther shook his head, and for some reason, suddenly blurted out, "I think he might need a deeper coffin."

"Why?"

"Because if it's too shallow, the coffin lid might be pushed up."

After Luther finished speaking, the corresponding scene involuntarily flashed through his mind, and then he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Hahahaha!"

His laughter grew even stronger, and he couldn't hold back any longer, bursting into loud laughter. His laughter was so intense that it could be heard through the door.

"Luther, keep your voice down!"

Frye reminded him.

"Hahaha! I can't control myself!"

But Luther couldn't help himself. He covered his mouth with his hand, but laughter still escaped from the corners of his mouth, echoing loudly in the bedroom. He saw the door being pushed open, and Inspector Tolle staring blankly at them, as well as several VIPs rushing downstairs with an imposing air.

Oh no, this is more than just a social disaster.