“What?” Toler, who looked like a brown bear, was startled. He looked at Klein, then looked inside the guest room, and rushed in with an agility that was not what he should have been.

He pulled open the white cloth covering the body, examined it carefully several times, and breathed a sigh of relief:

"It's better than I thought it would be. It's not too big of a problem."

Maybe I should pull out my revolver and give Senator Maynard five demon-hunting bullets to see how serious the problem is... Klein muttered inwardly and pointed outside the door.

"There's nothing for me to do after this, right?"

"No!" Toller shouted suddenly, "Wait a moment."

Klein asked in confusion:

"Why?"

Toller explained very seriously and solemnly: "We must prevent accidents. After questioning Mrs. Sharon and getting her testimony, I will send you back to Zouteland Street."

If Maynard, who had been dead for more than 10 hours, could come back to life, what else could happen? What would I do if you left? Toller added silently in his heart.

“Okay.” Klein rubbed his forehead and said, “Find a quiet room for me to rest.”

He had just been promoted one day ago and his condition in all aspects was still unstable. He had just performed several ceremonies, used two talismans, and suffered quite a fright. Therefore, he had to meditate as soon as possible to eliminate the problems.

Klein is now extremely wary of "losing control".

Toler pulled up the white cloth and said, obviously relaxed:

"No problem."

He led Klein into the guest room near the tanning room and pointed inside.

"Inspector Moretti, you can rest assured that no one will bother you. I will go find Mrs. Sharon first."

Klein nodded slightly and watched the other person leave, then closed the door and drew the curtains.

In the dim and quiet bedroom, he slowly walked to the rocking chair, lay down comfortably, and let his body sway rhythmically back and forth.

Countless illusions of light balls gathered in his mind, and the buzzing in Klein's ears and the throbbing pain in his head disappeared bit by bit.

When his condition stabilized, he opened his eyes and looked at the bed, cabinets and other furniture outlined in the darkness. He calmly summed up his previous attempts:

"A few of the more exaggerated jokes have not received any 'feedback' yet..."

"Perhaps I haven't really controlled the power of the Joker potion yet, and there are still some negative effects left... Of course, I can't rule out the possibility that this may not have much effect."

"...I personally don't like playing the role of the 'clown', but since I have chosen this sequence path, I can only bite the bullet and move forward..."

"In fact, everyone has become a 'clown' at some point in life, so don't be too repulsive..."

"We need to find out the core elements of the Joker as soon as possible..."

As various thoughts emerged in his mind, Klein suddenly took out a brass penny with a face value of half.

He habitually divined whether there were any supernatural factors that influenced Maynard's death.

This might be an occupational disease... Klein shook his head and laughed. His eyes darkened as he repeated silently:

"There are extraordinary factors that influenced John Maynard's death."

…

clang!

Lying in the rocking chair, he flicked out the halfpenny and watched its brass body roll and flicker in the dim light.

Pah! The coin landed squarely in Klein's palm, with the number "half" facing upwards.

“Negative… In other words, there was no supernatural factor involved in John Maynard’s death… It seems that this guy really died suddenly due to extreme joy… The dead are the greatest, so I won’t use Chinese idioms to mock him…” Klein put away the coin and emptied his mind in the dark and dim room. He almost fell asleep.

Boom, boom, boom.

Amid the slow and rhythmic knocking sounds, Klein straightened his clothes, put on a soft hat with a police emblem, left the recliner, and slowly walked to the door.

As soon as his right palm touched the armrest, a picture suddenly appeared in his mind:

Inspector Toller, who looked like a brown bear, stood outside the door, tugging at his collar, his expression showing obvious confusion and helplessness.

Klein turned the handle and opened the door slowly.

Inspector Toler appeared in his sight, tugged at his collar and said:

"I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting for so long."

"We have already found Mrs. Sharon and recorded her statement. You can return to Zouteland Street."

"I'm really sorry for wasting your precious time."

Klein didn't ask the other party the reason for his current mood. Instead, he smiled and said:

"Mrs. Sharon admitted to being with Councilman Maynard last night?"

"Yes, she said that under the influence of a large amount of alcohol, she and Congressman Maynard were unable to control themselves. After discovering the sudden death of the other party, she was very scared. She escaped from the room after a little preparation and hid in her own guest room. We do not have enough reasons to accuse her of a crime for the time being. We can only let her leave and restrict her freedom to a certain extent while waiting for further autopsy results." Inspector Toler described in detail.

Klein tilted his head slightly and smiled sharply:

"Who are you explaining this to?"

Toller was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly and said, "Yes, I don't need to explain anything to you. I was annoyed by Mrs. Maynard, so I said so much subconsciously."

“Is Senator Maynard’s wife back?” Klein asked in sudden realization.

"Yes, unfortunately, there was an abnormality with the steam train today and it was not delayed." Toller answered affirmatively in a joking manner.

Klein didn't ask any more questions. After checking whether his belongings were complete, he followed Inspector Toler to the stairs and returned to the first 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 looked over subconsciously and saw a plump, fair-skinned middle-aged woman in the living room, supported by two young men. She glared at the opposite side and kept scolding.

"Backlund's popular palace-style long skirts this year..." Klein, who often read the magazine "Ladies' Aesthetics", first had such an inappropriate thought, and then saw a woman protected by several gentlemen behind her.

The lady was wearing a black long dress, her skin was fair and smooth, her brown hair was like a waterfall, and her brown eyes were as innocent and pitiful as a deer in the forest, making people want to protect her involuntarily.

Madam Sharon... Klein suddenly remembered the "dirty little movie" that the other party starred in. He quickly raised his right hand, pressed it against his mouth, and coughed twice.

He tapped his left teeth twice professionally and used his "spiritual vision" to observe everyone present:

Mrs. Maynard has some minor health problems, and her aura is relatively thin... Her anger and hatred can be intuitively felt from her emotional color... This is very consistent with her external performance...

Hey, Mrs. Sharon's emotional color is blue, which represents rational thinking and calmness... This is completely opposite to her panic, nervousness, and pitiful appearance... As expected, someone who can become a socialite is definitely not a white rabbit... Her body is very healthy...

After the inspection, Klein was about to look away when he suddenly saw Madam Sharon quickly raise her head and glance in his direction. Then she lowered her head again, looking timid and trembling.

If I hadn't been able to see your emotions directly, I would have been deceived by your performance... You should consider becoming an "actor"... After muttering to himself, Klein didn't stay any longer. He walked out of Councillor Maynard's house with Inspector Toler and took the carriage arranged by the police station back to Zouteland Street.

After replacing the captain, he continued to take turns at Chanisgate and took the opportunity to handwrite a reimbursement application.

Nothing happened during the night. Klein returned to the ground in the early morning and took the breakfast that Roxanne had asked him to buy.

"I love this pie!" he praised.

He had already paid for the breakfast in advance.

"Really? Then I can try it tomorrow!" Luo Shan responded happily.

…Klein’s mouth twitched, and he focused on the milk and pie.

At 8:25, he yawned, suppressed his sleepiness, and went to a nearby shooting club.

He had made an appointment with the asylum doctor Duster Guderian to meet at this time a few days ago.

…………

Bang! Bang! Bang!

In the small shooting range, Klein and Dust each aimed at the target and fired a full round of bullets.

Ding-ding-dang-dang, Dust shook out the shell and looked at Klein with interest:

"You are more confident than before."

Of course, I have been promoted to Sequence 8 and have actual combat capabilities... Klein reflected his own facial expressions and body movements in his mind, deliberately showing an arrogant attitude:

"Because it only took me a little over a month to fully master the power of the potion."

Dust curled his lips slightly and said, "Although this is something to be proud of, it doesn't need to be mentioned all the time."

Hey, as an "audience", you didn't see through my performance... It seems that the "clown" has the ability to restrain the "audience"... Klein smiled with understanding and asked:

"How is Hood Eugen doing recently?"

"...He is really crazy." Dust was silent for a second and said, "I have tried various methods to test him. He is indeed crazy. I am considering prescribing the right medicine for him to see if I can cure him."

As a Sequence 7 "psychiatrist", he actually pretended to be a mental patient... Even if there are certain treatment behaviors, it does not quite conform to the core elements of the potion's name... This is a vague and incorrect use of "acting method". Going crazy is not particularly strange... Klein thought for a moment and said:

"Did you find out who had contact with him before he went crazy?"

"Except for the doctors, patients, nurses and handymen in the asylum, no outsider has ever come into contact with him," Danxter answered affirmatively.

Klein said, “Hmm.”

"What about earlier? Did anyone come to visit him, or did he leave the asylum for a while regularly?"

In order to keep his original promise, Klein did not ask about Hood Eugen in detail in the previous few times.

Dust fell into deep thought, and said after a long while:

"Except for the members of the Psychological Alchemy Society, no more than five people have visited him. One of them came three times. His name is El."

Without waiting for Klein to ask, he continued:

"But I heard from Hood Eugen that El is a pseudonym."

"His real name is Lanevus."

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