Sister, can we please stop talking about irrelevant things? Klein complained to himself, and he felt his head starting to throb again.

The original owner had forgotten a lot of knowledge, but it was definitely not a small amount. He had an interview the day after tomorrow, so he didn't have time to catch up.

And he was involved in a weird and terrifying incident. How could he have the energy to "review"?

After perfunctorily saying a few words to his sister, Klein began to pretend to read. Melissa moved a chair and sat next to him, doing her homework in the light of the gas lamp.

The atmosphere was peaceful and happy. At almost eleven o'clock, the brother and sister said good night to each other and went to bed.

Boom!

Boom boom!

There was a knock on the door, and Klein woke up from his dream. ..

He glanced at the morning light outside the window, then sat up with a slightly dazed look on his face.

"Who is it?"

What time is it? Why didn't Melissa wake me up?

"I'm Dunn Smith." A steady male voice answered from outside the door.

Dunn Smith? Klein didn't know him. He shook his head, got out of bed, and walked towards the door.

He opened the door and saw the police officer with gray eyes from yesterday.

"What happened?" Klein asked vigilantly.

The gray-eyed police officer answered with a serious expression:

"We found a coachman who confirmed that you went to Mr. Welch's residence on the 2nd, the day when Mr. Welch and Ms. Naya died, and it was Mr. Welch who paid for your ride."

Klein was stunned for a moment, without any fear or guilt at having his lie exposed.

Because he was not lying at all, on the contrary, he felt that the evidence provided by Gray Eyed Police Officer Dunn Smith was in line with his expectations.

On the 2nd of the month, the original owner went to Welch's residence as expected, and committed suicide the same night he returned, just like Welch and Naya!

Klein opened his mouth and smiled bitterly:

"This is not strong enough evidence to directly prove that I was involved in the deaths of Welch and Naya. To be honest, I also want to know what happened and find out what happened to my two poor friends, but, but, I really can't remember. I almost completely forgot what I did on the 2nd. You may not believe it when I tell you that I relied entirely on my own notes to barely guess that I, on the 2nd, might have been to Welch's residence."

"He has a good mental quality." Gray-eyed police officer Dunn Smith nodded without anger or smile.

"You should be able to hear my sincerity." Klein looked directly into the other person's eyes.

What I said is true, of course, it is only part of the truth!

Dunn Smith did not respond immediately. He glanced around the room before slowly saying:

"Mr. Welch has lost a revolver. I think I can find him here, right, Mr. Crane?"

As expected, Klein finally figured out the origin of the revolver. Thoughts raced through his mind like lightning, and he made a decision in an instant.

He half-raised his hands, stepped back step by step, made way, and pointed at the bunk bed with his chin.

"On the back of the bed."

He didn't specifically say the bottom one, because no one in their right mind would hide anything on the back of the top bed where visitors could see it in plain sight.

Gray-eyed police officer Dunn did not move forward. He twitched his mouth and said:

"Nothing you want to add?

Klein answered without hesitation:

"have!"

"I woke up in the middle of the night the night before last and found myself lying on the desk with a revolver next to me and bullets on the wall. It looked like I had experienced suicide, but maybe I had no experience and had never used a pistol, or I was scared at the last moment. In short, the bullet did not achieve the expected effect. My head is still intact, and I am still alive today."

"And since then, I have forgotten some memories, including what I did and saw at Welch's residence on the 2nd. I am not lying, I really don't remember it."

In order to clear his suspicion and solve the strange events that entangled him, Klein told almost everything, except for the time travel and the "party".

In addition, he modified his wording to make every sentence stand the test of time. For example, he did not say that the bullet did not hit the head, but only mentioned that it did not achieve the expected effect, and the head was still intact afterwards.

To others, these two words almost mean the same thing, but in fact they are completely different.

Gray-eyed police officer Dunn listened quietly and spoke slowly:

"This is consistent with my speculation and the hidden logic of previous similar events. Of course, I don't know how you survived."

“Just believe me. I don’t know how I survived.” Klein breathed a sigh of relief.

"But." Dunn threw out a transitional word, "I believe it's useless. You are now highly suspected. You must be confirmed by the 'experts' to confirm that you really forgot what happened, or really did not directly cause the deaths of Mr. Welch and Ms. Naya."

He coughed and his expression became serious:

"Mr. Klein, please cooperate with the investigation and come back to the police station with us. This will probably take two to three days if you really have no problems."

“Have the experts arrived?” Klein asked blankly.

Didn’t you say it would take two days?

"She arrived earlier than we expected." Dunn turned sideways and motioned for Klein to go out.

"I'll leave a note." Klein requested.

Benson was still on a business trip and Melissa had gone to school, so she could only leave a message to tell them that she was involved in something involving Welch and asked them not to worry.

Dunn nodded indifferently:

"Can."

Klein returned to his desk and found some paper to write on while he began to think about what to do next.

To be honest, he really didn't want to meet the expert. After all, he was hiding a bigger secret.

In a place with seven major churches, under the premise that the suspected "predecessor" Emperor Roselle was assassinated, things like "time travel" would most likely be brought to the court of justice and the arbitration tribunal!

However, without weapons, fighting skills, or supernatural powers, how could he be a match for the professional police officers? Moreover, several of Dunn's subordinates were standing in the darkness outside the door.

If they draw their guns and fire a volley, that's it!

“Huh, let’s take it one step at a time.” Klein left the note, took the key, and followed Dunn out of the room.

In the dim corridor, four policemen in black clothes and white checkered shirts stood on both sides, very alert.

Clap, clap, clap. Klein followed Dunn and walked down the wooden stairs, step by step. Occasionally, he could hear a creaking sound.

A four-wheeled, one-horse carriage was parked outside the apartment door. The police system's logo of "crossed swords and a crown" was painted on the side of the carriage. The surrounding area was as lively, crowded and noisy as every morning before.

“Go ahead.” Dunn motioned for Klein to go first.

Just as Klein was about to take a step, an oyster vendor suddenly grabbed a customer and accused him of being a thief.

The two sides started fighting, which scared the horses and the surroundings suddenly became chaotic.

Chance!

Klein didn't have time to think. He suddenly bent down and rushed forward, rushing into the crowd.

Pushing and dodging, he ran madly to the other end of the street.

In the current situation, in order to avoid "meeting" the experts, they could only go to the dock outside the city, take a boat down the Tussock River, and flee to the capital, Backlund, where there was a large population and it was easy to hide.

Of course, one could also board a steam train, head east to the nearest port of Enmat, take the sea route to Pritz, and then head to Backlund.

Soon, Klein ran to the street corner and turned into Iron Cross Street, where there were several carriages for hire.

"Let's go to the dock outside the city." Klein pushed himself up and jumped onto one of the cars.

He had thought it through very clearly. He would deliberately mislead the pursuing police first, and then jump off when the carriage drove some distance away!

"Okay." The driver pulled the reins.

With a clatter, the carriage drove away from Iron Cross Street.

Just as Klein was about to jump out of the carriage, he suddenly discovered that the carriage had turned to another road, not the road leading out of the city!

"Where are you going?" Klein was stunned for a moment and asked.

"To Welch's residence," the driver replied in a flat tone.

What? Klein was shocked. The coachman turned around, revealing deep and cold gray eyes. It was Officer Dunn Smith!

“You!” Klein was terrified. He suddenly felt dizzy and sat up abruptly.

Sitting up? Klein looked around in confusion and found that the red moon was shining brightly outside the window and the room was covered with "gauze".

He reached out and touched his forehead, which was wet and cold, covered in cold sweat, and he felt the same way on his back.

"I had a nightmare." Klein exhaled slowly. "It's okay, it's okay."

He felt that he was quite lucid in his dream and could think calmly, which was quite strange.

After calming down a bit, Klein picked up his pocket watch and took a look. He found that it was only a little after two in the morning, so he quietly got out of bed and planned to go to the public bathroom to wash his face and solve the problem of his bloated lower abdomen.

Turning the door open, he walked into the dim corridor, and approached the public washroom with light footsteps in the dim moonlight.

Suddenly, he saw a figure standing in front of the window at the end of the corridor.

The figure was wearing a black windbreaker that was shorter than a robe but longer than a formal suit.

The figure half-blended into the darkness, bathing in the cool crimson moonlight.

The figure slowly turned around, his eyes were deep, dark and cold.

Dunn Smith!