Dead?

Will Auceptin is dead?

And it seems that he has been dead for some time!

Could this be fake?

Klein looked at the child's body in shock and suspicion, and many thoughts suddenly popped up in his mind.

In his understanding, Will Auceptin was a child with special qualities, and might have some connection with Sequence 1 "Mercury Snake" of the "Monster" pathway.

The divination game he played, his casual remark "Doctor, your luck will get worse", made Allen unlucky for a long time; the paper cranes he folded could locate Allen's astral body in the spirit world and instill artificial revelations into him; his whereabouts, even Klein could only glimpse a little bit above the gray fog, and it was difficult to draw effective conclusions... How could such a child die inexplicably? Died before Doctor Allen had a dream? What about his relatives?

Klein narrowed his eyes slightly, suppressed his strong nausea, and carefully examined the highly decomposed corpse. He found some torn tarot cards in the surrounding soil.

His spiritual intuition told him that the body in front of him was most likely Will Auceptin.

It's really shocking and puzzling... Let's go back to the gray fog to confirm whether Will Auceptin is faking his death... Wait, what does this have to do with me? I decided not to get involved in this matter, so as not to be entangled by the "Mercury Snake", which may be more terrifying than the Sealed Artifact "0-08"... Klein suddenly came back to his senses and said to the stunned gravekeeper and the frightened Dr. Allen, who was about to collapse:

"Call the police!"

"Okay, okay!" The gravekeeper was stunned at first, then answered repeatedly.

Holding the shovel, he turned and ran out of the woods, so fast that it seemed as if a zombie was chasing him.

As expected, he is just an ordinary person, not cautious at all. In this situation, shouldn't he be on guard against people around him with bad intentions? If his back is exposed, it would be easy for someone to hit him with a shovel... Klein glanced at the gravekeeper's back and shook his head with a sigh.

When he was in the Night Squad in Tingen, he read a lot of case files and found that many victims were deceived by their accomplices in this way.

Thinking of this, Klein walked to Dr. Allen, bent over and stretched out his hand, saying:

"There's nothing to be afraid of. He's already dead."

“…It’s only when someone is already dead that they are scary.” Allen calmed down a little. He didn’t accept Klein’s help and climbed up on his own.

His black dress was covered in mud, and Klein felt inexplicably distressed when he saw it.

I just can't stand seeing valuable things being damaged... he sighed in his heart.

Seeing that Allen was still a little panicked, Klein smiled and said:

"At times like this, praying to the gods you believe in is very effective."

"Really?" Alan was stunned for a moment, tapped his chest four times clockwise, and chanted in a low voice, "Goddess of Night, who is higher than the starry sky and longer than eternity, your devout believer prays for your favor..."

As he whispered repeatedly, he slowly calmed down and was no longer as frightened as before.

Klein also drew a triangular holy emblem on his chest and muttered to himself:

"God of steam and machinery, your not-so-devout followers are begging for your favor..."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but laugh at himself, suspecting that he might be struck to death by lightning on the spot.

However, lightning and thunder belong to the Lord of Storms, not within the domain of the God of Steam and Machinery... Klein thought with ease.

After more than twenty minutes, the two men sat in the interrogation room of a nearby police station.

When recording his statement, Klein frankly told the police that he was just a private detective who had been commissioned and had no idea what had happened. Dr. Allen then described his dream in detail and the reasons for digging up the body.

Klein could see that the police didn't believe it at all, but after they went out for a walk, they immediately changed their attitude and said that Dr. Allen and Detective Moriarty had no suspicion and only needed to sign the confession and leave.

Allen was quite surprised by this, but Klein didn't find it strange at all. It was obvious that the Nighthawks had come forward.

The benefit of him asking the doctor to go to the Starry Church to see the bishop in advance was demonstrated.

Before leaving the police station, Klein saw a familiar figure, not surprisingly. It was the Night Watchman who had entered his dream before.

This night watchman, who might be the captain, was still wearing a gray windbreaker. He was obviously more resistant to cold than Klein. He glanced at Klein with his blue eyes and looked away from his face without any abnormality, pretending to be just an ordinary senior inspector.

Klein, who also pretended to be an ordinary private detective, pushed his glasses, put on his half-high silk hat, and left the police station with Dr. Allen and got on the carriage.

After instructing his driver to go to Minsk Street first, Allen turned to look at Klein:

"Sherlock, do you think this is the end of it?"

"If the body is really Will Auceptin, you shouldn't be troubled anymore." Klein paused and said, "Alan, have you felt anything strange during this period of time? No matter what it is."

Alan thought about it seriously and shook his head:

"No."

“This is worth celebrating!” Klein exhaled and said with a smile.

For him, it would be best if the matter of Will Auceptin ended like this. Although the paper crane that Klein folded above the gray fog would not reveal anything, and there was no problem with the divination afterwards, he was still a little worried that one of the night watchers would suddenly have an idea and find some clues. Now, with the death of Will Auceptin, this case might soon come to a dead end and be put into the file, temporarily declared closed. No one would pay attention to it if there was no new situation.

Allen relaxed and asked in confusion, "To be honest, I don't think my confession is very convincing. Why did the police choose to believe it in the end?"

"I don't know either." Klein pretended to be stupid. "I thought I had to ask my lawyer to take me home again. No, to bail me home."

Allen raised his lip corners rarely and said:

"Sherlock, you seem to have a lot of experience in police stations?"

Klein laughed and replied solemnly:

"This is the fate of every private investigator."

…………

Just as Klein and Allen were taken to the police station near Green Cemetery, Fors Wall, wearing an elegant black dress and a black bonnet with fine mesh hanging down, walked into the somewhat quiet cemetery and found the grave of Mrs. Anlisa.

She and Hugh had gone to Queen's Borough to see Viscount Glint an hour ago, and received a reply from the other party that he was willing to lend 400 pounds without charging any interest.

Viscount Glint's only request was that the two extraordinary people accompany him to the party that Mr. A would convene tonight to protect his safety. He was in a hurry to collect the "Crown Jellyfish Venom Crystals" to complete the preparation of the "Pharmacist" potion.

——Audrey had found the "horn of an adult Pegasus" from the family treasure house, and took one out in the name of doing a biological experiment, which effectively offset part of her debt.

She also proposed an additional condition, asking Viscount Greylint to use Duke Negan's children to confirm whether the dragon specimen in the other party's treasure house belonged to the Thousand-Faced Hunter, and whether there were still flashes of light inside.

After getting the loan, Fors did not rush to pray to Mr. Fool to complete the transaction as soon as possible, because that would be too fast and would make Xio intuitively think that something was wrong and thus become suspicious.

Taking advantage of the free time, Fors changed his clothes and rented a carriage to go to Green Cemetery on the outskirts of the West District.

After learning about the indestructibility and conservation laws of extraordinary characteristics, Fors understood that the main material for her to become an "apprentice" was the extraordinary characteristics left by Mrs. Anlisa, and she was equivalent to inheriting the other party's power.

So, she couldn't help but want to come here once, put a bouquet of flowers in front of Mrs. Anlisa's tombstone and say thank you.

It was already early winter, and most of the flowers had already withered, but Fors still bought a bunch of elegant flowers.

These flowers are grown in a glass greenhouse and are quite expensive.

Thanks to Emperor Roselle's invention... Fors said this sincerely in his heart.

As far as she knew, most of the flowers used by the nobles at winter banquets came from glass greenhouses, and a small amount was delivered directly from warm areas in the south by airships, which was beyond the affordability of ordinary middle-class people.

Standing in front of the black tombstone, Fors took a deep look at the photo of Mrs. Anlisa, bent down to put down the flowers, and said softly:

"Thanks."

She immediately stood up straight, closed her eyes, and quietly recalled the past.

Just then, she heard a slightly old voice:

"You are such a kind and good lady."

Fors opened her eyes and turned her head to find that Mr. Lawrence from the Abraham family had appeared here at some point, also holding a bouquet of elegant flowers in his hand.

“No, this is not kindness, nor is it goodwill. Mrs. Anlisa once brought me an unforgettable warm time after I lost my mother.” Fors said sincerely.

Her eyes suddenly became moist.

Lawrence had some wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. He put down the flowers and sighed:

“It shows that you value friendship.”

After chatting for a while, Fors was about to say goodbye. Lawrence was waving his hand when he suddenly started coughing violently.

Cough cough cough!

He coughed so much that his legs became weak and he fell to the ground, looking like he would suffocate to death at any moment.

As a doctor who graduated from a regular college, Fors turned back without hesitation, squatted down, and started first aid.

After a busy period, Lawrence's condition finally stabilized. He wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth and said to Fors with a smile:

"Ma'am, could you please take me back to the hotel?"

"No problem." Fors helped the other person to stand up.

Lawrence looked ahead, his eyes slightly out of focus. He coughed lightly and said with a half-sad, half-self-deprecating smile:

"My life may have come to an end..."

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