A Disaster Out of Nowhere for Klein

Lynch only just realized that he was riddled with problems, yet he hadn't noticed a single one; on the contrary, he had been happily running around with Klein. His luck was truly absurd.

However, he managed to calm down quickly.

It would take some time for Upton to return and notify those people, and regarding his situation, those people would certainly need to discuss how to deal with him.

So, if he sent someone to capture Upton now, was it possible to round them all up in one go?

Of course, if the other party consisted of Beyonders, he would have to accept his fate.

But as long as those people weren't Beyonders, or were merely low-sequence Beyonders from the three orthodox churches, they could be conquered by force.

Of course, he had to be wary of the possibility that the other party possessed divination abilities.

But if they had divination abilities, they would already know he wasn't dead.

Capture them!

He couldn't wait any longer; he didn't want to leave those people around to cast a terrifying shadow over his current life.

But who could he ask for help?

Lynch's first thought was Dunn, but he immediately abandoned the idea.

Dunn was indeed a good man, but telling him about this matter meant that Dunn would likely realize he had died once before.

Like Klein, he didn't want others to know they had returned from the dead.

Of course, he could tell Dunn that he knew nothing, just like Klein did, pushing everything onto someone else.

But he was clearly different from Klein.

No one saw the scene of Klein's suicide, but there were people who knew about the original owner's shooting.

And there was the original owner's promissory note.

The original owner had one, and perhaps the Big Meat Church organization had one too. If that were discovered, it would be almost fatal.

Thinking of this, Lynch shook his head helplessly.

He had originally thought the original owner was kind-hearted, which was why he had behaved so well in the dreams. Now it was clear the original owner had done so with a purpose, making his behavior in the dreams seem very artificial.

Dunn could even deduce that he was conscious and uncontrolled in the dreams.

Lynch's expression turned grim. After a moment of thought, he immediately lit a candle and burned the paper until nothing remained.

He didn't want to leave any problems for himself.

But there was clearly no guarantee that this was the only copy of the promissory note.

Furthermore, this church had to be eradicated.

He pondered for a moment, and an idea suddenly struck him.

Officer Mountbatten!

Lynch packed up the original owner's belongings from the room and turned to leave.

He then hailed a carriage, feeling a pang of heartache as he pulled out one Sule.

"Take me to a shop that makes custom banners first, and be quick!"

About two hours later.

Police Station.

When Officer Mountbatten arrived for his afternoon shift, Lynch appeared in a carriage. He stepped out, donned the original owner's bowler hat, and in front of everyone, presented Officer Mountbatten with a banner with a sincere expression.

"Officer Mountbatten, I've finally found you! You've been a huge help to me!"

He raised his voice, trying his best to ensure everyone around could hear.

To give Mountbatten more face, he loudly recounted Mr. Mountbatten's promise and told the story of how Officer Mountbatten had helped them suppress the astronomical medical bills.

In his retelling, Mountbatten seemed to have become a servant of the people, a model of the era, and the ace of the police station.

In short, Mountbatten was grinning from ear to ear, though he had to pretend to scold Lynch for presenting a banner at such a time and disturbing everyone's work.

Lynch expressed his apologies, telling everyone that he was just overcome with emotion and hadn't realized he would cause a delay, promising he would never do it again, and so on.

After a series of pleasantries, Mountbatten finally invited Lynch into his office.

He had originally wanted to talk to Lynch about becoming a reserve officer, but Lynch quickly produced the Seventh Action Group credentials that Dunn had given him.

The Seventh Action Group was a confidential unit, and they generally had the authority to directly order officers like him to act.

Mountbatten was dumbfounded. He never imagined that this previously ordinary clerk had somehow become his superior.

He almost thought Lynch was there to investigate him, but fortunately, Lynch explained that he was indeed investigating a case, but definitely not Mountbatten. He just needed some help, and if things went well, he felt Officer Mountbatten was better suited to be the chief.

Compared to a righteous Beyonder like Dunn, Lynch felt that Mountbatten was actually easier to use.

Sure enough, as soon as he briefly mentioned that Upton had come by today claiming he was dead, Officer Mountbatten immediately patted his chest and vowed to help Lynch bring the other party to justice.

Even when Lynch told him not to bring Upton back to the station if he caught him, but to write him a letter first so he could interrogate him personally, it was no problem at all.

Mountbatten even went out of his way to find a ready-made excuse for Lynch.

He assumed that he was investigating a secret case.

He even suspected that Lynch was investigating their chief, especially since Lynch had hinted that he had a high chance of becoming the chief himself.

Their chief was in his forties, still a long way from retirement.

It would be incredibly difficult for him to become the chief, unless the man was suddenly transferred away or caught in some scandal that led to his removal.

Therefore, if his help proved useful and the chief was successfully ousted, he could ascend to the position in one leap.

Heh!

Do it!

Officer Mountbatten declared righteously that he would certainly handle the matter well, and once it was successful, he wouldn't ask for the chief's position—the deputy chief's seat would be enough.

He wasn't greedy, and he would absolutely never make things difficult for this Mr. Trance.

Lynch: ...

Although he had indeed implied something with that previous remark, had this guy really started fantasizing about becoming the chief or deputy chief already?

"Haha, deputy chief would be a waste of your talent; if you can be the chief, then be the chief!"

If that organization had the capability, they would just take out this Officer Mountbatten directly; there would be no need to consider any chief—just talk big.

If the matter truly succeeded, he would also help Mountbatten become the chief, though that would certainly take time—perhaps a year or two, or perhaps decades, just waiting for that chief to retire!

If all else failed, he could even hire The Fool from the Tarot Club to assassinate Mountbatten.

If he couldn't handle the chief who couldn't handle Mountbatten, couldn't he at least handle Mountbatten?

Lynch thought of quite a lot, but on the surface, he kindly mentioned safety, hinting that this matter was rather dangerous, which only made Mountbatten feel more confident.

How could taking down the chief not be dangerous?

He would definitely bring his lackeys along for the operation!

"Rest assured! I will definitely get it done!"

"I believe you have the ability!"

Lynch bluffed Mountbatten for a while longer before walking out of the police station.

He then pretended as if nothing had happened, swaggering his way home.

It was as if the fact that Mountbatten was currently contacting people and leading a team out of the station had nothing to do with him.

All the way home, Lynch didn't feel like he was being followed, though it was possible his senses were off, or the other party was very strong.

However, most people would have some sort of feeling if they were being followed.

The flowers, plants, and trees by the roadside seemed to become strange, and he kept looking back, feeling only unease in his heart.

Lynch had no such feeling.

Could it be that Upton was really just after his money?

How could that be?

He shook his head, brought his things back to Klein's house, put his luggage away, and began to ponder where he would sleep that night.

After all, Benson was coming back tonight, and Klein couldn't exactly squeeze in with Benson...

Well, whatever!

He was already sponging off Klein anyway; it was just occupying a room, and it wouldn't be for many days.

It was just that he felt a rare sense of awkwardness.

Previously, he had felt justified in making Klein pay, as he believed the original owner had kindly held Klein back and died unjustly after being beaten to death.

But now it seemed that the original owner's cause of death probably didn't have much to do with Klein.

On the contrary, because Klein lacked those memories, he had ended up saddled with a debt of 1 pound and 10 Sule, and was now responsible for his accommodation and meals for the next few days—a truly unmerited disaster!