"What?" The bear-like Tolle was startled. He glanced at Klein, then looked into the guest room, and rushed in with an agility that was not his usual size.
He pulled back the white sheet covering the body, examined it carefully several times, and then breathed a sigh of relief, saying:
"It's better than I expected; it's not a big problem."
Perhaps I should pull out my revolver and fire five Demon Hunting Bullets at Senator Maynard to see how serious the problem really is... Klein muttered to himself, pointing towards the door.
"Is there nothing more for me to do after this?"
"No!" Tolle shouted suddenly, "Wait a minute!"
Klein asked in bewilderment:
"Why?"
Tolle explained very seriously, "We must take precautions. After we've questioned Madam Shermane and obtained her statement, I'll take you back to Zouteland Street."
Maynard, who had been dead for more than 10 hours, could "come back to life," what else couldn't happen? "What will I do if you leave?" Tolle silently added in his mind.
"Alright," Klein said, rubbing his temples. "Find me a quiet room to rest."
Having only been promoted for one day, his condition is still unstable. He just performed several rituals, used two talismans, and was quite frightened. Therefore, he must Cogitation as soon as possible to eliminate the problem.
Klein is now extremely wary of "losing control".
Tolle pulled the white cloth up, visibly relaxing a bit, and said:
"No problem."
He led Klein into a guest room near the sunroom, pointing inside and saying:
"Inspector Moretti, you can rest assured, no one will bother you. I'll go find Madam Shermane first."
Klein nodded slightly, watched the other person leave, then closed the door and drew the curtains.
In the dimly lit and quiet bedroom, he slowly walked to the rocking chair, lay down comfortably, and let his body sway rhythmically back and forth.
Countless phantom orbs of light layered and gathered in his mind, and the buzzing in Klein's ears and the throbbing in his head gradually disappeared.
Once he had calmed down, he opened his eyes and looked at the bed, cabinets, and other furniture outlined in the darkness. He then calmly reflected on his previous attempt:
"Several rather outrageous jokes have not yet received any 'feedback'..."
"Perhaps I haven't truly controlled the power of the ' Clown ' Potion yet, and some negative effects still remain... Of course, the possibility that it's not very Acting cannot be ruled out."
"Personally, I'm not too keen on Acting the ' Clown,' but since I've chosen this Sequence Pathway, I have no choice but to grit my teeth and keep going..."
"Actually, everyone becomes a ' Clown ' to some extent in life, so there's no need to be too averse to it..."
We need to figure out the core elements of the ' Clown ' as soon as possible...
Amidst a jumble of thoughts, Klein suddenly pulled out a brass-colored penny, worth half a coin.
He habitually Divination to see if Maynard's death was influenced by any extraordinary factors.
This is probably an occupational hazard... Klein shook his head and chuckled, his eyes deepening as he silently repeated:
" John Maynard's death was influenced by extraordinary factors."
Clang!
Lying in his rocking chair, he flicked out the half-penny coin, watching its brass body tumble and gleam in the dim light.
Snap! The coin landed squarely in Klein's palm, the half number facing up.
"No... In other words, John Maynard's death was not influenced by any supernatural factors... It seems this guy really did die suddenly from extreme Pleasure... Out of respect for the dead, I won't use any Chinese proverbs to mock him..." Klein put away the coin, blanked out his mind in the dark, deep room, and almost fell asleep.
Thump, thump, thump.
To the slow, rhythmic knocking, Klein straightened his clothes, put on a soft cap with police insignia, got off the deck chair, and walked slowly to the door.
The moment his right palm touched the armrest, an image suddenly flashed into his mind:
Inspector Tolle, who looked like a brown bear, stood outside the door, tugged at his collar, and his expression revealed obvious annoyance and helplessness.
Klein slowly opened the door by turning the handle.
Inspector Tolle appeared in his sight, tugged at his collar, and said:
"I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting so long."
"We've spoken with Madam Shermane and taken her statement. You can return to Zouteland Street now."
I'm so sorry to have taken up your valuable time.
Klein didn't ask about the reason for the other person's current mood, but instead smiled and said:
" Madam Shermane admitted to being with Congressman Maynard last night?"
"Yes, she said that under the influence of a large amount of alcohol, she and Congressman Maynard lost control of themselves. After discovering that the other had died suddenly, she was terrified, did something simple, and fled the room, hiding back in her own guest room. We don't have enough grounds to charge her with a crime at the moment, so we can only release her and restrict her freedom to some extent while we await further autopsy results," Inspector Tolle described in detail.
Klein tilted his head slightly and smiled shrewdly:
"Who are you explaining this to?"
Tolle paused for a moment, then gave a wry smile and said, "Yes, I don't need to explain anything to you. I was just fed up with Mrs. Maynard, so I said all this without thinking."
"Congressman Maynard's wife is back?" Klein asked, suddenly realizing.
"Yes, unfortunately, there was an issue with the Steam train today; it wasn't delayed," Tolle replied jokingly.
Klein didn't ask any more questions. After checking that all his belongings were there, he followed Inspector Tolle to the stairwell and back down to the ground floor.
Why don't you arrest her?
"She's a murderer! I'm going to sue her, and I'm going to sue you for dereliction of duty!"
"I'm going to hire the best Lawyer to sue you!"
A series of slightly harsh words reached Klein's ears. He subconsciously looked over and saw a plump, fair-skinned middle-aged woman, supported by two young men, glaring angrily at the people opposite her and relentlessly berating them.
"The court-style long dresses that Backlund is popular this year..." This inappropriate thought popped into Klein as he frequently flipped through the magazine " Ladies' Aesthetics," before he saw a woman being protected by several gentlemen.
The woman wore a long black dress, had fair and smooth skin, cascading brown hair, and brown eyes that were as innocent and pitiful as a fawn in the forest, making one want to protect her without thinking.
Madam Shermane ... Klein suddenly remembered the "dirty film" she starred in, and quickly raised his right hand to cover his mouth, coughing twice.
He professionally tapped his left teeth together twice, using his " Spirit Vision " to observe everyone present:
Mrs. Maynard has some minor health issues, and her aura is rather weak... You can directly sense her anger and hatred from her emotional expression... This is very consistent with her outward demeanor...
Hmm, Madam Shermane's emotional color is blue, representing rational thinking and calmness... This is completely opposite to her outward appearance of panic, tension, and pitifulness... Indeed, someone who can become a social butterfly is definitely not an innocent little rabbit... Her health is excellent...
After finishing his examination, Klein was about to look away when he suddenly saw Madam Shermane quickly raise her head, glance in his direction, and then lower her head again, looking timid and trembling.
If I couldn't see your emotional expression so clearly, I'd probably be Deceit by your performance... You should consider developing your career as an "actor"... After muttering these thoughts to himself, Klein didn't linger any longer. He and Inspector Tolle left Congressman Maynard's house and took the carriage arranged by the police station back to Zouteland Street.
After being replaced by the team leader, he continued to work at Chanis Gate and took the opportunity to handwrite an expense reimbursement application.
Nothing happened overnight, Klein returned to the ground in the early morning, receiving the breakfast that Rozanne had asked her to buy.
"I love this pie!" he exclaimed.
He had already paid for the breakfast in advance.
"Really? Then I can try it tomorrow!" Rozanne replied happily.
Klein's lips twitched slightly as he focused on the milk and pie.
At 8:25, he yawned, fought off his sleepiness, and went to the nearby shooting club.
He had arranged to meet with Dr. Duster Guderian, the asylum Doctor, a few days prior, at this time.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
In the small shooting range, Klein and Duster each aimed at the target and fired a round of bullets.
Clang, clang, Duster flicked out the spent cartridges, then turned his head with interest to examine Klein:
You are more confident than before.
Of course, I've already advanced to Sequence 8 and possess combat abilities... Klein mentally reflected his facial expressions and body language, deliberately displaying an arrogant attitude:
"Because I completely mastered the power of Potion in just over a month."
Duster gave a barely perceptible purse of his lips and said, "While it's something to be proud of, there's no need to talk about it all the time."
"Hey, as the ' Spectator,' you didn't see through my performance... It seems the ' Clown ' has quite the ability to control the ' Spectator '..." Klein smiled knowingly, then asked:
How is Hood Eugen doing lately?
"... He really has gone mad." Duster paused for a second before saying, "I've tried everything to test him, and he truly is insane. I'm considering prescribing the right medication to see if it can cure him."
As Sequence 7 " Psychiatrist," he actually pretended to be a mental patient... Even if there were some therapeutic actions, it didn't quite fit the core elements of the Potion's name... This is a vague and Error use of " Acting Method," so it's not particularly surprising that he went mad... Klein thought for a moment and said:
"Did you find out who contacted him before he went insane?"
"No one outside the asylum's Doctor, patients, nurses, and handymen has had contact with him," Duster replied confidently.
Klein hummed in agreement.
"What about before that? Did anyone visit him, or did he periodically leave the mental hospital for a while?"
In order to keep his promise, Klein did not inquire about Hood Eugen's situation in detail during his first few visits.
Duster fell into deep thought, and after a long while, he finally said:
"Besides the members of the Psychology Alchemists, no more than five people have visited him, one of whom came three times; his name is El."
Before Klein could ask further, he continued, "..."
"But I heard Hood Eugen mention that El is an alias."
His real name is Lanarvus.
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