Chapter 12

Sister, can we not lift the pot without opening it... Klein secretly complained, only to feel that his head started to throb and hurt again.

The knowledge that the original owner has forgotten is not too much, and definitely not a lot. He will have an interview the day after tomorrow, and there is no time to make up for it...

And he was also involved in a strange and terrifying incident, how could he have the intention to "review"...

After perfunctory words from his sister, Klein began to pretend to read. Melissa moved a chair, sat next to her, and started her homework by the light of the gas lamp.

The atmosphere was quiet and peaceful. At about eleven o'clock, the brothers and sisters said good night to each other and went to bed separately.

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Boom!

dong dong!

There was a knock on the door, and Klein woke up from his dream.

He glanced at the morning light outside the window, turned his head slightly confused and sat up:

"Who?"

What time is it? Why didn't Melissa wake me up?

"Me, Dunn Smith." A calm male voice answered outside the door.

Dunn Smith? I don't know... Klein shook his head, got out of bed, and walked to the door.

He opened the door and saw the police officer with gray eyes from yesterday.

"What happened?" Klein asked cautiously.

The gray-eyed police officer replied with a serious expression:

"We found a coachman who confirmed that you went to Mr. Welch's house on the 27th, the day Mr. Welch and Ms. Naya died, and that Mr. Welch paid for the car for you. ."

Klein was stunned for a moment, and there was no panic and guilty conscience of the lie being exposed.

Because he was not lying at all, but felt that the evidence provided by the gray-eyed police officer Dunn Smith was not what he expected.

On June 27, the original owner still went to Welch's residence, and committed suicide on the night of his return, exactly like Welch and Naya!

Klein opened his mouth and said with a wry smile:

"This is not strong enough evidence to directly prove that I am related to the deaths of Welch and Naya. To be honest, I would also like to know what happened and what happened to my two poor friends, but, but, I I can't really remember, I almost completely forgot what I did on the 27th, and you may not believe it, but I relied on my own notes to barely guess that I might have been to Welch's place on the 27th."

"The psychological quality is good." The gray-eyed police officer Dunn Smith nodded with neither anger nor a smile.

"You should be able to hear my sincerity." Klein looked directly into the other's eyes.

I am telling the truth, of course, only part of the truth!

Dunn Smith didn't respond immediately. He glanced around the room before slowly saying:

"Mr. Welch lost a revolver, I think I should be able to find him here, right, Mr. Crane?"

Sure enough... Klein finally figured out the origin of the revolver, his thoughts turned like lightning, and he made a decision in an instant.

He half raised his hands, stepped back step by step, got out of the way, and pointed at the high and low beds with his chin:

"On the back of the bed plank."

He didn't specifically say the one below, because normal people don't hide things on the back of the upper bed, so that visitors can see it at a glance.

The gray-eyed police officer Dunn didn't move forward, twitched the corners of his mouth and said:

"Anything to add?

Klein answered without hesitation:

"Have!"

"I woke up in the middle of the night the night before and found myself lying on my desk with a revolver next to it, bullets on the wall, and it looked like I had been through a suicide, but maybe I didn't have the experience, I didn't use a pistol, or I was scared at the last minute. In short, the bullet did not have the desired effect, my head is still intact, and I am alive to this day."

"And since then, I have forgotten some memories, including what I did at Welch's house on the 27th,

Saw something, I didn't lie, I don't really remember. "

In order to clear the suspicion, in order to solve the strange incident that entangled him, Klein said almost everything, except for the time-travel and the "party".

In addition, he modified the wording so that every sentence could stand the test. For example, he did not say that the bullet did not hit the head, but only mentioned that the expected effect was not achieved, and the head was still intact after the event.

In the ears of others, the two have almost the same meaning, but they are actually quite different.

After the gray-eyed police officer Dunn listened quietly, he said slowly:

"This is in line with the development I speculated, and also in line with the hidden logic of similar events before. Of course, I don't know how you survived."

"Just believe it, I don't know how I survived." Klein breathed a sigh of relief.

"But." Dunn threw out a turning point, "I believe it's useless, now you have a high suspicion, you must confirm through the 'expert' to confirm that you really forgot the encounter, or did not directly cause Wei Wei. The deaths of Mr. Erki and Ms. Naya."

He coughed and his expression became serious:

"Mr. Klein, please cooperate with the investigation and return to the police station with us. It will take two to three days, if you really have no problem."

"The expert is here?" Klein asked blankly.

Didn't you say two days?

"She came earlier than we expected." Dunn turned his body and motioned for Klein to go out.

"I'll leave a note." Klein requested.

Benson was still on a business trip, and Melissa went to school, so they could only leave a message to tell them one thing about Welch, so that they should not worry.

Dunn nodded indifferently:

"Can."

Klein returned to the desk, and while finding the paper to write on, he began to think about the next thing.

To be honest, he very much did not want to see the expert, after all, he was hiding a bigger secret.

In a place where there are seven major churches, under the premise that Emperor Roselle, who is suspected to be a "senior", is assassinated, most of the things like "traveling" are going to the court and the arbitration tribunal!

However, with no weapons, no fighting skills, and no extraordinary power, how could he be the opponent of a professional police officer, not to mention, there were several Dunn's subordinates standing in the dark outside the door.

They drew their guns and fired a salvo, and they explained it themselves!

"Phew, take one step at a time." Klein left the note, took the key, and followed Dunn out of the room.

In the dim corridor, four policemen in black and white lined up on both sides, very alert.

Clap, clap, clap, Klein followed Dunn, stepping on the wooden stairs, going down one step at a time, sometimes he could hear creaking sounds.

There was a four-wheeled single-horse carriage parked outside the apartment door. The side of the car was engraved with the police system logo of "Double swords crossed, surrounded by crowns". The surrounding area was as lively, crowded and noisy as every morning before.

"Go up." Dunn motioned to Klein first.

Klein was about to take a step when suddenly an oyster seller grabbed a customer and accused him of being a thief.

The two sides scuffled, startling the horses, and the surroundings suddenly became chaotic.

Chance!

Klein didn't have time to think about it, he bent down suddenly and rushed forward, rushing into the crowd.

Either pushing or dodging, he fled wildly towards the other end of the street.

Under the current circumstances, in order not to "see" the experts, he could only go to the pier outside the city, take a boat down the Tasok River, and escape to the capital, Backlund, where there is a large population and it is easy to hide.

Of course, you can also pick up the steam train, go east to the nearest port of Enmatt, take the sea to Pritz, and then go to Backlund.

After a while, Klein ran to the intersection and turned into Iron Cross Street, where several hireable carriages were parked.

"Go to the pier outside the city." Klein propped up his arms and jumped onto one of them.

He thought very clearly that he must first deliberately mislead the chasing police, and then jump off himself when the carriage drives a certain distance!

"Okay." The coachman pulled on the reins.

Da Da Da, the carriage left Iron Cross Street.

Just as Klein was about to jump out of the car, he suddenly realized that the carriage had turned to another road, not the road leading outside the city!

"Where are you going?" Klein was stunned for a moment, then blurted out.

"Go to Welch's place..." the coachman replied in a flat tone.

What? In Klein's astonishment, the coachman turned around, revealing deep and indifferent gray eyes, as if it were Officer Dunn Smith!

"You!" Klein was inexplicably terrified, and he suddenly sat up.

sit up? Klein looked left and right suspiciously, and found that the red moon was blooming outside the window, and the room was covered with "light gauze".

He reached out and touched his forehead, it was wet and cold, full of cold sweat, and the same feeling was behind him.

"Had a nightmare..." Klein slowly exhaled, "It's okay, it's okay..."

He felt that he was quite awake in the dream, and he could still think calmly, which was quite strange.

After calming down a bit, Klein picked up his pocket watch and glanced at it. He realized that it was only after two in the middle of the night, so he quietly got out of bed and planned to go to the public bathroom to wash his face and solve the problem of his bloated lower abdomen.

Twisting open the door, he came to the dim aisle, under the faint moonlight, approaching the public bathroom lightly.

Suddenly, he saw a figure standing in front of the window at the end of the corridor.

The figure was wearing black wind-like clothing that was shorter than the robe and longer than the formal dress.

The figure was half-integrated into the darkness, bathed in the cold crimson moonlight.

The figure slowly turned his body, his eyes were deep, dark, and indifferent.

Dunn Smith!