“How long has that congressman been dead?” Klein asked as he got up and got to the point.

If it exceeds 15 minutes, the information you can obtain will be drastically reduced. If it exceeds 1 hour, you can only get superficial information.

If it lasts for more than one month, there is a high probability that the spiritual communication itself will fail.

"Unfortunately, the preliminary inspection report shows that Congressman Maynard died between 9 and 11 last night." Dunn shook his head and said, "You only need to provide help, regardless of whether you will gain anything."

“Okay.” Klein took off his coat, picked up his hat and cane, and walked out of the guardhouse. Dunn Smith took his place on duty at Chanis Gate.

In fact, theoretically speaking, as a Beyonder, as long as one's spirituality is improved, things like clairvoyance, divination, and ritual magic can all be learned. The "Sleepless" sequence in particular is known for its high level of inspiration.

But in fact, the differences in similar aspects between different "professions" in different sequences are still very obvious. For example, Dunn Smith and Leonard Mitchell both currently have clairvoyance, but the aura they see is only light white or light blue, and they cannot accurately distinguish the states of different parts of the human body. Of course, when they are in a clairvoyant state, they can definitely see ghosts and spirits directly, but this is not as simple and effective as inspiration itself.

This also caused the problem that the "Sleepless One", "Midnight Poet" and "Nightmare" did not like to open their clairvoyance.

Similarly, if they are willing, they can also learn methods such as pendulum, divining rod, and dream divination, but the success rate is not worth expecting.

The same is true in the field of ritual magic.

As the two passed each other, Dunn suddenly spoke:

"I forgot to mention that this matter is also under the charge of Inspector Toler. He is waiting for you in the reception hall of the security company. Remember to change into your new uniform and take your new ID."

Klein smiled and asked without any surprise:

"New uniforms, new IDs? The Tingen City Police Department is very efficient."

He was promoted to Sequence 8 just yesterday...

“Because this case is very important, so…” Dunn spread his hands and sat in the seat that Klein had taken before.

Klein went all the way back upstairs. He did not rush to the reception hall. Instead, he entered the night watchman's rest room and went to the attached bathroom to solve his personal problems. The duty room only provided a toilet, a water bottle, and a basin.

Then he changed into a special police uniform upgraded with two silver stars and a soft hat with "crossed swords and a crown".

After transferring the "Yangyan Talisman", "Azik Copper Whistle", "Ritual Materials" and other items, Klein straightened his clothes and walked out of the lounge with his cane.

As soon as he passed the partition, he saw Inspector Toller sitting in the sofa area.

After not seeing him for a while, the tall police officer had become more plump, with a more prominent belly, and with his thick beard and hair, he looked like a brown bear that had just escaped from a circus.

"It's a pleasure to work with you again." Toller breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that it was a Nighthawk he knew. He stood forward and stretched out his bear paw.

No, palm... Klein silently corrected himself and shook hands with the other party politely:

"Me too."

At this time, Toller glanced at Klein's shoulder straps with two shining silver stars, and said with a little envy:

"We are on the same level, and it's been less than a month."

Klein wanted to say seriously, "The danger we face may be ten times greater than yours." But when the words came to his lips, he thought of his current identity—Sequence 8 "Joker".

Maybe I can give it a try... With the help of his mind's reflection of his facial expressions, he raised the corners of his mouth and replied with a clear smile:

"Perhaps in two or three months, you will have to call me sir."

"You're really humorous." Toller laughed and pointed outside the door, "Shall we go?"

"Okay." Klein did not give up his cane. To him, this "weapon" was truly worthy of its name after he became the "Joker."

After exiting the Blackthorn Security Company's door, Klein and Toler walked down the stairs side by side. One was thin, while the other was fat, forming a stark contrast.

“I think we can even go to the circus and make the audience laugh.” Klein suddenly laughed.

Toler nodded in agreement:

"Yes, I think our contrast is quite comical. You know, some circuses are trying to use a combination of fat and thin clowns, tall and short clowns?"

No, actually I mean the animal trainer and the brown bear... Klein certainly wouldn't say something so impolite. He echoed:

"Unfortunately, we don't have a permanent circus in Tingen."

"Yes, but we still have the opera house, the theater, and the concert hall." Inspector Toller responded with a little regret.

The two exchanged pleasantries as they boarded the police station's carriage. It was only at this point that Klein turned the topic to the case:

"Is it certain that Councillor Maynard was murdered?"

"Not sure, but his wife and two sons are unwilling to believe the possibility of sudden illness. Well, there are indeed some problems at the scene. When Maynard was found, he was lying on the bed in the guest room without any clothes on." Toller said carefully.

"Do he and his wife sleep in separate rooms?" Klein leaned back against the wall of the carriage, imitating the protagonists of various detective movies he had seen in his previous life.

Toler shook his head and said:

"No, his wife has not been in Tingen in the past few days. She went to Backlund to attend an important social dance. You may not know that she is the daughter of a New Party leader and a member of the House of Commons. She is still on the steam train back to Tingen. She just expressed her attitude in advance by telegram."

“Maynard is also a member of the New Party and has been a councillor in Tingen for more than ten years. He plans to aim for the mayoral position in next year’s election.”

"In other words, his death might be related to this?" Klein asked casually, then laughed. "I'm just helping with the 'autopsy'. Other things are not within my scope of concern. You don't have to answer."

Toller sighed indifferently:

"Autopsy...you are very cautious."

"As for your guess, I can only say that maybe, Councilman Maynard held a party at his home last night, and there were too many guests coming and going. We can't identify the main suspect for the time being. Moreover, these guests all have respectable identities. We must be cautious enough and not make any mistakes."

"Understood." Klein nodded slightly, and then asked about some details of the scene with great interest.

Maynard's home is located in the Golden Sycamore area. It is a single-family house surrounded by gardens and lawns on all sides. It has a stable, a fountain, and a wide cement road.

Klein put on a soft hat with a police emblem and followed Inspector Toler. He passed through the blockade that was virtually useless and entered the main entrance of the two-story building under the watchful eyes of the police officers.

In the living room area, four trainee inspectors, two men and two women, were talking to people and collecting statements.

At a glance, Klein spotted many gentlemen in tuxedos, as well as several ladies in gorgeous court dresses and black veils covering their faces.

"They were all guests who stayed here last night." Toler explained and led Klein to the stairs and went straight to the second floor.

Along the way, perhaps due to the effect of the inspector's epaulettes, the police officers who searched the house saw the two men with respectful looks and did not stop them at all.

"This is the guest room where Senator Maynard's body was found." The tall and burly Toller stopped in front of a dark mahogany door.

Klein asked thoughtfully:

"Who did this room belong to last night?"

"It doesn't belong to anyone. There are too many guest bedrooms in this house and it's not being used." Toller put on white gloves and reached out to open the crimson wooden door.

He asked the guard inside to leave temporarily and nodded to Klein.

"Inspector Moretti, I'll leave it to you from now on."

“May the goddess bless you and me. I hope we will gain something.” Klein also put on white gloves and locked the door.

He paced to the bedside and looked at the unusually disheveled dark red sheets, on which lay a corpse covered with a white cloth.

Klein was now a man who had seen the world. He pulled aside the white cloth without fear and looked at Senator Maynard.

The gentleman was in his forties, with short blond hair and a face that showed a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Klein took two steps back, took out the relevant materials, and quickly made preparations for the spiritual ceremony.

After chanting a spell, he silently recited the divination phrase he had prepared long ago amidst the quiet and distant fragrance and the cold wind that surrounded him:

"The cause of Congressman Maynard's death."

"The cause of Congressman Maynard's death."

…

As he silently chanted, Klein retreated to the high-backed chair and slowly sat down.

His eyes turned dark, he leaned back, and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

In the unreal, blurry and hazy world, he suddenly saw the gentleman he had just seen.

Maynard opened his blue eyes and was thrusting hard on a lady with an outstanding figure and fair skin.

He first showed a look of extreme satisfaction and extreme pleasure, then he suddenly withdrew his right hand, pressed his chest, and his expression twisted into a hideous one.

Bang!

As Maynard fell, the picture quickly shattered, and Klein opened his eyes and woke up from his dream.

I didn't expect that I could watch a pornographic movie in this way... So, Senator Maynard died of **, died of overwork? Klein laughed softly and rubbed his forehead.

He took out a pen and paper and used the ritual again to depict the lady he had seen in his dream, omitting the part below the neck, of course.

This is a woman whose exact age is difficult to tell. She has the mature charm of a woman in her thirties, yet also has the residual innocence of youth. Her eyes are watery and lustrous, giving people a pitiful feeling.

After taking a look at "his" work, Klein packed up the ritual materials and removed the spiritual wall.

He turned his body sideways and reached out to grab the silver-inlaid black staff leaning beside him.

Suddenly, he heard a hoarse sound lingering in his throat, which made pimples instantly appear on the surface of his skin!

Klein looked over at the room and saw that Senator Maynard's hands were tightly grasping the dark red bed sheet, with the back of his palms bruised and black.

With a swish, the congressman, who died between 9 and 11 last night, sat up, saliva flowing from the corners of his mouth and his eyes wide open.

PS: Tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival, so I’ll add another chapter at the usual times: early morning, noon and evening.

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