Klein nodded and said:

"Okay, but I don't know what my mission is yet."

"It's a non-dangerous mission. At least, there are no signs of danger right now." Dunn emphasized the key point before saying, "This is a case transferred from the Golden Sycamore District Police Station. The famous philanthropist Sir Deville has been harassed strangely for a month, but neither his bodyguards, hired security personnel, nor the police can find the culprit. Inspector Toler, who is in charge of this matter, highly suspects that it is related to supernatural powers, so he submitted it to us."

I saw Sir Deville in the library before and found that he was in a bad mood and mentally weak. It turned out that he was harassed. Klein frowned slightly and said:

"What kind of harassment?"

This incident has not caused any actual harm so far, so it cannot be considered dangerous.

"Sir Deville hears crying and groaning every night, no matter where he sleeps, no matter if he is in Tingen or not. This makes his sleep quality very poor." Dunn flipped through the documents at hand and said, "He went to see a psychiatrist and also asked the housekeeper and servants around him to confirm that it was not an illusion, so he suspected that someone was harassing him."

After closing the file, Dunn looked up at Klein:

"Go to the lounge and change into your trainee inspector uniform, then meet Inspector Toler in the shooting club lobby. He will tell you more details."

"Trainee Inspector's uniform?" Klein asked subconsciously.

Dunn rubbed his forehead and smiled:

"Half of our salaries are paid by the Police Department, and the title of trainee inspector does not only exist in the files. When you first met Leonard and I, we were both wearing uniforms. This is a benefit that every official team member has, uh, the kind of benefit that Emperor Roselle mentioned."

It’s a pity that I can’t wear it on a normal day, otherwise I would have an extra set of clothes to change into. Klein took his cane, bowed and left, and left the captain’s office.

He came to the lounge diagonally opposite and saw a set of black and white checkered uniforms including leather boots. The soft hat was inlaid with the emblem of "crossed swords and a crown", and on the shoulder there was a badge with a black and white background and a shining silver star.

"Is this the trainee inspector?" Klein took a quick look and found a string of inconspicuous numbers below the silver star on the epaulettes: "0-254".

He now had a preliminary understanding of the police hierarchy in the Kingdom of Loen. He knew that at the top were the Minister of Police and the Chief Police Secretary, and below them were the Directors, Deputy Directors, and Assistant Directors of each police department. In the middle were the Superintendents and Inspectors, and at the bottom were the Chief Constables and police officers.

After closing the door, Klein took off his formal suit, took off his hat, and put on the uniform.

After hanging up his original clothes, he pushed the door open, entered the clerical staff office, and looked at himself in the full-length mirror that Luo Shan had fought for.

The young man in the mirror had shaking black hair, gentle brown eyes, and the uniform made him look more heroic than usual.

“Not bad.” Klein said narcissistically with a happy mood. He left his cane in the office and walked out of the Blackthorn Security Company.

In his pocket, there were a lot of police officer IDs and all kinds of weapons licenses.

Inside the shooting club's lobby.

Crane spotted Inspector Toler, for he was the only one in a police uniform.

Of course, I have to be included now, Klein added silently.

Inspector Toller had two silver stars on his shoulder straps, his clothes were bulging with his belly, and he had a thick brown beard on his face. He was tall but not powerful, or he had ever been powerful.

"Moretti? Klein Moretti?" Toller looked him up and down and greeted him with a smile.

"Hello, Inspector Toler. I think you have recognized the right person." Klein replied humorously, and according to his impression, he raised his right hand, put his five fingers together, and saluted.

Toler laughed and said:

"I can see that you are an easy-going young man. I feel relieved. Shall we go to Sir Deville's house now?"

Although he was a higher police officer than Klein, his tone was clearly questioning.

“No problem.” Klein thought for a moment and said, “You can give me a detailed introduction in the carriage.”

“Okay.” Toller stroked his thick brown beard and led Klein out of the shooting club and into a carriage parked opposite.

The carriage was painted with the emblem of "crossed swords and a crown" and was driven by a special coachman.

"Sir Deville is a believer of the goddess, so we have transferred the case to you." Toller said impatiently as soon as he sat down.

"I know that the Jazz is a frequent guest in newspapers and magazine covers." Klein smiled gently.

Toller picked up the file bag next to him, untied it, pulled out the documents, and said as he flipped through them:

"Whether you understand it or not, I need to give you a detailed introduction."

"Sir Deville is one of the richest men in Tingen. His business started with a lead and porcelain factory, and now covers steel, coal, shipping, banking and securities. He is also a great philanthropist praised by the king. He established the Deville Charity Foundation, the Deville Trust Company and the Deville Library. He was awarded the title of lord five years ago. If he is willing to run for mayor, I think no one in Tingen will be his opponent."

"However, his target is Backlund. He wants to become a member of the Kingdom's Senate. We once suspected that his harassment was related to this matter, but we couldn't find any clues."

Klein nodded slightly and said:

"I don't rule out this possibility, but I can't be sure of anything right now."

Toller did not dwell on this question too much and continued:

"Since last month, Sir Deville has heard painful groans that make his scalp numb every night when he falls asleep, as if a dying patient is struggling. He checked the surrounding rooms and found nothing unusual. The butler and servants also confirmed that there were similar sounds, but they were very slight."

"At first, Sir Deville thought that the matter would soon pass and did not take it too seriously, but the groans of pain became more and more frequent, even during the day, and there were also heart-wrenching cries."

"This caused Sir Deville to suffer from insomnia again and again. He had to leave Tingen and go to his villa in the countryside, but it had no effect. The groans and cries still plagued him. Similarly, even when he went to Backlund, the situation did not subside, but it was relatively less serious."

"He asked security personnel to check the surrounding area, but they found no clues. Our initial investigation was also fruitless."

"This torture lasting more than a month has caused Sir Deville to be close to mental breakdown. He has repeatedly sought out psychiatrists, but he still cannot get rid of his troubles. He told us that if the problem cannot be solved within a week, he will move out of Tingen and go to Backlund. He believes that there must be someone there who can help him."

After listening to Toler's description, Klein quickly analyzed various possibilities:

Which extraordinary person did I offend and was cursed?

No, if it was a curse, the butler and the servants couldn't have heard the same sound.

Is there an extraordinary person with unknown purpose hiding among the servants and bodyguards?

But the problem is that in the past month, no one has asked Sir Deville for help.

Perhaps Sir Deville accidentally came into contact with the "dirty things" such as wronged souls and evil spirits?

This reason cannot be ruled out

While Klein was lost in thought, the carriage entered the Golden Sycamore District and stopped at the door of Sir Deville.

There are lush gardens surrounded by iron railings, hollow iron gates with two statues standing on them, springs that constantly gush and wash the marble statues, two-story houses that cover a large area, and roads that are wide enough for three carriages to run side by side.

"Jazz's house only has two floors. The newspaper said Backlund is trying to build an apartment building with ten floors." Klein got off the carriage and saw a police officer with three V stripes on his shoulder badge walking towards him quickly.

He glanced at Klein, raised his hand and saluted:

"Good morning, sir!"

"Good morning." Klein nodded with a smile.

Toler laughed beside him:

"This is Sheriff Gat. You can tell him anything you want."

"This is Trainee Inspector Mr. Moretti, a historian and psychology expert from the County Police Department." Toller introduced him to Gate.

I can’t bear this! Klein felt ashamed.

After the greetings, Gate pointed to the two-story house behind the fountain and said:

"Sir Deville is waiting for us."

“Okay.” Klein reached out and touched the revolver at his waist.

This is his greatest reliance in dealing with the enemy at present.

——Because he changed into a police uniform, he could openly put the gun bag on his waist to make it easier to draw.

As they were talking, the three of them walked along the wide road, bypassed the fountain, and came to the outside of the main gate.

At this time, a servant had already opened the door and was waiting respectfully.

Before he entered the house, Klein pretended to adjust his hat, pinched his brows twice, and turned on his "spiritual vision."

In the bright living room, the square-faced Sir Deville was rubbing his forehead. He looked very bad. His dark golden hair and blue eyes were either dry or dull, and he seemed to have aged five years.

"Good morning, sir." Klein, Toller, and Gate saluted at the same time.

Sir Deville stood up and responded with a forced smile:

"Good morning, three officers. I hope you can solve my problem."

At this time, Klein narrowed his eyes and frowned slightly.

Apart from his poor mental state, he didn't find anything wrong with Sir Deville.

This is very strange. He thought about it and said:

"Sir, in which room did you first hear the moaning?"

"My bedroom." Sir Deville shook his head.

"Can we go take a look?" Klein asked.

"Haven't you checked it several times?" the middle-aged butler next to him asked with a frown.

Obviously, he did not recognize Klein as the companion of the kind-hearted man who returned the lost property.

Klein smiled gently:

"That's my colleague, not me."

"Sir, this is an expert sent by the Police Department." Toller seized the opportunity to introduce him.

Deville looked at the young expert deeply and said:

"Okay Karen, you take them to my bedroom."

“Sir, I hope you will come with us,” Klein said seriously.

Deville hesitated for a few seconds and said:

"If this helps solve the problem"

As he spoke, he picked up his cane and walked towards the stairs with unsteady steps. The butler Karen and several bodyguards gathered around him, ready to support him at any time.

Klein looked around and followed behind silently but calmly.

One step, two steps, three steps, they reached the second floor and entered the master bedroom.

Before he had time to take stock of his surroundings, Klein's hair suddenly stood on end.

This is feedback from his inspiration!