The visitor was a man wearing a dark green postman's uniform. He smiled at Klein in a flattering manner:

"Mr. Sherlock Moriarty?"

“Yes.” Klein vaguely guessed the other party’s intention.

The visitor immediately raised his right hand and handed over a palm-sized object wrapped in layers of black gauze:

"Your package, please sign for it."

Klein deliberately expressed his doubts:

"Shouldn't they normally give me a slip and let me pick it up at the corresponding post office?"

The postal system of the Kingdom of Loen was a perfect copy of that of Intis, even many of its shortcomings were copied. For any mail that could not be stuffed directly into a mailbox, no matter what it was, they would only give a "pickup slip" and let the recipient handle it themselves.

"...Haha, because it is quite valuable, I have to deliver it to you personally." The postman said after a moment's pause.

It seems that you are not professional enough and are not a real postman... Klein did not ask any more questions. He took the package, pen, and form and signed for them.

After closing the door and returning to the living room, he did not rush to open the package. Instead, he took out a gold coin and juggled it into the air.

Bang!

Klein caught the gold coin and looked down to see if it was a portrait or a number.

The number facing up means no, there is no hidden danger... Klein nodded slightly, put away the gold coins, touched the paper figure in his pocket, and carefully unpacked the package.

As layer after layer of black gauze were opened, the objects inside appeared clearly in his sight: a light gold pocket watch with an elegant pattern, a handkerchief stained with dark red blood, seven or eight short brown curly hairs tied together, and a stack of notes.

Talim’s belongings, hair, flesh, and daily records are all here... Prince Edessak is very efficient, and it’s not even evening yet... Klein looked at the things spread out on the coffee table and suddenly felt that many eyes were staring at him at this moment.

An ancient angel family that has been passed down for more than two thousand years, its background is definitely beyond imagination. If I get involved in the royal family's struggle, I could be crushed into powder at any time... Maybe I am already under surveillance... I must act mediocre and useless enough to ensure my own safety... Klein had already figured out what to do, and he calmly checked his pocket watch, handkerchief, and hair.

During this process, his spiritual intuition did not give any warnings or stop him from divination.

After he had a rough idea in his mind, Klein took out a piece of letter paper in the living room, picked up a pen, and wrote down the divination statement:

"The real cause of Talim Dumont's death."

He behaved generously and frankly, and didn't seem to feel that he was being monitored at the moment.

Picking up the curlers and handkerchief, Klein silently recited the divination phrase while leaning back against the sofa, his eyes turning deep into meditation.

After seven times, he came to the dream world and saw the familiar lobby of the Krag Club.

Then, he saw Talim Dumont again, clutching his heart and falling down with a distorted expression.

“This revelation shows that Talim did die of a sudden heart attack…” Klein opened his eyes and whispered to himself.

He frowned, showing an expression of doubt, confusion and thinking.

He tried it several times with different divination statements and got the same result.

He stood up and paced back and forth several times.

He clenched his fist and hit himself on the head, as if angry that he was not competent enough to help his friend track down the real murderer.

Finally, he sat down dejectedly and did not move for a long time. In the dim room, he looked like the silhouette of a stone statue.

That’s enough. Don’t use too much force... If no one was monitoring me, I would have just been fighting a battle of wits with the air... Klein shook his head in self-mockery, stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

After dinner, he seemed to be refreshed and carefully read the contents of the notes, which included what Talim had done and who he had met on the day of his death and in the days before.

Home, Red Rose Manor, Cragg Club, Viscount Conrad’s residence…there was nothing unusual…Klein picked up the sharpened pencil and drew several circles, marking the places he would visit and the targets he would question in the next few days.

After doing all this, he sighed deeply, packed his things without much confidence, washed up and went to bed.

In the middle of the night when the red moon was covered by clouds, Klein suddenly opened his eyes and woke up.

He got out of bed, slowly opened the door, went into the bathroom next door, and used a paper doll to hide his real body.

After walking four steps backwards, he arrived above the gray fog and sat in the seat that belonged to The Fool.

His eyes have become clear, no longer showing any decadence, frustration, pessimism or other emotions.

Then, Klein took out the projection of the blood-stained handkerchief from the secret pocket of his pajamas made from old clothes.

When he was packing his things before, he used the extraordinary ability of the "magician" to secretly pull out the handkerchief and hide it on his body!

After taking a breath, Klein materialized a pen and paper and wrote down the same divination statement as at the beginning:

"The real cause of Talim Dumont's death."

After reciting the mantra seven times in a calm and peaceful manner, he leaned back in his chair, holding a piece of paper and a handkerchief, and fell asleep in the silent and empty ancient palace.

In the gray, fragmented, and illusory world, Klein saw a completely different scene from before.

What appeared before his eyes was a palm-sized puppet that looked like it had been casually carved, with eyes, nose and mouth complete.

There were a few drops of dark red blood on the puppet's body, giving it a slightly eerie color.

A hand stretched out, the skin was white, delicate, smooth and well-proportioned, the fingers were long and slender, and the bones and flesh were evenly proportioned.

The most eye-catching thing is that on the little finger of this hand is a ring inlaid with sapphire and of unique shape.

Bang!

The index finger of that hand was surrounded by illusory black flames and touched the heart of the puppet.

Silently, the picture shattered and Klein woke up from his dream.

His initial judgment was correct, Talim did die from the curse!

But the problem is, we have all got the footage of the moment of the curse, so why is there no full view? This mysterious space above the gray fog can eliminate interference... Klein was a little confused for a moment.

Normally, the revelation he got was too abstract and too easy to be misinterpreted. It was due to his limited divination skills and the difficulty of the thing he wanted to divine. It had nothing to do with the gray fog and was understandable. However, the scene before and after the curse was clearly presented just now, but it was limited to a very small part and no relatively more effective revelation was provided. This was quite puzzling.

Has there been a similar situation before? Klein dug for the reason from his own experience.

Suddenly, he sat up straight, remembering a similar experience.

In Tingen, when he divined the real reasons behind several coincidences, a similar situation occurred!

He clearly saw the house with the red chimney, but he could not reach Ince Zangwill and the Sealed Object "0-08" inside the house!

This, is this a Level 0 sealed object or person fighting against the power of the gray fog? Klein narrowed his eyes suddenly.

No, not necessarily. There are many possibilities. We need to confirm it again! He tried to calm down.

As for how to confirm it, it was not difficult for him who was experienced. The method was very simple, which was to do the same divination again.

If the revelation picture remains unchanged, it means that things are not that scary. If the divination is no longer successful, it means that the target or something around the target can resist the gray fog to some extent, just like "0-08"!

After taking a deep breath, Klein repeated the divination with a calm expression.

"The real cause of Talim Dumont's death."

…

He leaned back in his chair, reciting in a low voice, his eyes gradually turning darker.

In his dream, all he saw was a hazy, broken gray fog, with no more puppets or fingers.

brush!

Klein straightened his back, his expression extremely solemn.

What on earth was Talim involved in? He frowned and muttered to himself.

He had no doubt about what to do next. That was to slack off and do his job half-heartedly, first bluffing Prince Edessak for a while, and then telling him that the truth could not be found out.

Phew, this world is so scary. If you’re not careful, you’ll come into contact with something extremely terrifying… Klein sighed inwardly. He didn’t dare to stay any longer and quickly returned to the bathroom in reality.

…………

Tuesday morning at 9 a.m., Crown Cemetery.

Klein was wearing a black shirt, a black vest, and a black woolen coat. He was holding flowers that he had bought for 12 solis. He stood at the edge of the crowd and watched with a solemn expression as Talim Dumont's coffin was carried over, received his soul, and buried in the ground bit by bit.

During this process, Talim's mother's eyes were red and swollen. She tried to speak several times but couldn't stop crying. His father's hair was gray and his expression was haggard. He seemed to be trembling just by standing.

The scene came into view. Klein tilted his head back slightly and closed his eyes.

After the people attending the funeral had left one after another, he walked over, bent down, and placed the white flowers in his hand on top of their peers.

I'm sorry... he said silently in his heart.

As he stood up, stepped aside, and prepared to leave, Klein noticed that reporter Mike and surgeon Allen were approaching him.

"It's such a pity, I never thought that Talim would, would, ah..." Mike had a sad expression on his face and was unable to finish his words.

Allen, who was always cold and indifferent, took off his glasses, wiped the corners of his eyes, and sighed softly:

"He was a passionate guy and didn't deserve to end up like this."

“Yes, he had hope of getting rid of the bad reputation left by his grandfather.” Klein agreed.

Just then, he saw a female figure wearing a heavy black dress and a face-covering veil walking towards Talim's tomb, also holding a bouquet of white flowers in her hand.

Klein looked away without paying much attention, leaving only his remaining eyes on that side.

The woman bent down to place the flowers, revealing her left palm covered with a black gauze glove.

A blue gem was faintly visible at the little finger position of her left palm.

Klein's scalp suddenly went numb.

His whole body was tingling.

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