What does this mean?

Lynch's words moved Mountbatten deeply. The gentleman looked at Lynch with growing appreciation, and a few ideas were already forming in his mind.

If this fellow Lynch were literate, he could absolutely be recruited into the auxiliary police force; the chief had already given permission for such things. Having such a smooth-talking talent by his side would certainly make his work much more convenient.

Lynch glanced at Mountbatten and felt equally pleased.

This gentleman wasn't too bright. If he could join his team, not only would his salary increase, but he would also have a bit of petty authority in this place, sparing him from the grueling labor the original owner had to endure.

He might even get half-price medical care.

If the other party refused to lower the price, he could just use Officer Mountbatten to threaten them.

That's right, he had already quickly planned out his career and was striving toward it.

He hoped this Mr. Mountbatten could see his personal charm.

Lynch continued to flatter Officer Mountbatten with a face full of smiles, making the officer wish he could take him to process his employment paperwork immediately.

Fortunately, the situation at the scene prevented him from taking that step.

Two officers had already begun searching Klein's home. The officer with gray eyes walked over and introduced himself: "Dunn Smith."

Before Lynch or Klein could introduce themselves, he continued.

"Do you know Welch McGowan?"

Lynch, of course, did not know him and immediately shook his head.

He felt the original owner was purely a victim of disaster; if he hadn't accidentally bumped into Klein, he would probably still be working honestly right now!

"No, you should know him. Three days ago, someone noticed you chatting with him."

Dunn Smith turned his head to look at Lynch.

Lynch frowned.

He didn't remember this, and neither did the original owner.

"When? If I'm not mistaken, I was at the factory three days ago. Our work is very busy, with almost no time for breaks."

Lynch defended himself.

Dunn looked at him deeply, then said gently, "We have verified the witnesses; they truly saw you and were not lying."

"But I really was at work!"

Lynch frowned.

In the original owner's memories, he hadn't stopped working at all three days ago.

Dunn watched him for a moment before finally relenting.

"Yes, we also asked your boss. He confirmed that you were indeed at work, but because we disturbed him so frequently, he has refused to let you continue working there. He asked us to inform you of this."

Lynch's mouth fell open.

Wait, the job is just gone like that?

"We will provide two pounds in compensation to make up for your loss."

Dunn continued.

Lynch immediately broke into a smile.

"I've been wanting to quit that job for a long time. By the way, when can I collect the money?"

He had wanted to change jobs anyway and was already here "direct-hiring" his new boss; he hadn't expected such a pleasant surprise.

"You can receive the money in a moment. Out of apology for the trouble, we brought your compensation with us. You can sign for it."

"That's fantastic, thank you!"

Lynch gripped Mr. Dunn's hand tightly, almost wanting to give him a hug.

No wonder the original work said he was the best captain.

He really wanted to go to the Nighthawks squad and present this gentleman with a banner that read: Extraordinary of the People!

But after thinking about it, he decided against it. This gentleman likely didn't intend for them to know about Beyonders yet, and he hadn't told him his office address, so he couldn't just show up.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be met with warmth, but with a cold prison cell.

"Alright, let's not talk about that. What I want to ask is, have you felt anything strange lately, or is there something wrong with your coworkers?"

If it wasn't the Mr. Welch that Lynch knew, then someone was impersonating Lynch.

Furthermore, the person impersonating Lynch must be very familiar with him; the impersonator was so convincing that people who knew Lynch all thought it was him.

Of course, it was also possible that Lynch himself had a problem, and he was meeting Mr. Welch while simultaneously working at the company.

It sounded incredible, but in the world of Beyonders, it wasn't impossible.

However, this was what Dunn had thought before meeting Lynch. After seeing him, Dunn believed there was an eighty percent chance that Lynch was not a Beyonder.

His spirituality was not strong, and he had issues all over his body, consistent with a long-term laborer.

On the contrary, that Klein fellow seemed more suspicious.

Dunn turned his head to look at Klein.

"When was the last time you saw Mr. Welch?"

"Why are you asking that?"

Klein couldn't help but speak up.

He didn't know what the police were doing by showing up suddenly; it couldn't be that something had happened to Welch and Naia, could it?

Thinking of the original owner's suicide, Klein's expression turned somewhat ugly.

It was possible they had both met with an accident.

Sure enough.

Dunn said softly, "Both Mr. Welch and Ms. Naia have passed away."

"Was it murder?"

Klein asked hurriedly.

However, he already had the answer in his heart: it was suicide, the same kind of suicide as the original owner.

That's right, it was indeed suicide.

Dunn recounted the bizarre causes of death for Welch and Naia, then asked the previous question again.

"When was the latest time you saw the two of them?"

Klein thought for a moment. He had been studying the Antigonus Notebook with Welch and Naia recently, and the most recent day should have been June 26th.

"June 26th, last night."

Klein told Dunn with a tone of certainty.

But soon, Dunn shook his head, pointing out the mistake he had made.

"Yesterday was not the 26th; it was the 27th."

Klein was just about to nod when his eyes widened.

No, in his memory, the last time he met with Welch and the others was the 26th, and they were still discussing the interview at Tingen University.

But last night, the scene of Lynch seeing him return with the Antigonus Notebook made him subconsciously assume yesterday was the 26th. If it wasn't, then what did he do on the 27th?

Klein shivered and hurriedly spoke of the situation with nervousness.

"I don't remember what happened yesterday; my memory is missing a day!"

"Are you talking nonsense?"

Officer Mountbatten wore an expression of disbelief.

But Dunn and his companions seemed to believe him to some extent.

"This is also possible. In a few days, an expert will come over to help you recall your memories. Of course, Mr. Trance, you will need to come along as well."

Although Dunn felt that Lynch probably wasn't a Beyonder, many Beyonders acted just like ordinary people.

Lynch nodded, not refusing.

Even though he knew that even if he refused, the other party wouldn't agree anyway.

Seeing Lynch and Klein agree, Dunn nodded and looked at the two officers who were searching Klein's room.

At this moment, one of the officers already held Klein's diary, as well as the Antigonus Notebook.

"My..."

Klein reached out, wanting to get his diary back, but was refused.

This was standard procedure.

"Don't worry, it will be returned. Now, I need you to tell us, what does this sentence mean?"

Dunn pointed to the sentence written by the original Klein, his gaze sharp as he looked over.