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On Tuesday morning, Klein got up and washed up. He just came to the kitchen to prepare breakfast when he heard the door of the residence being knocked.

The visitor was a man in a dark green postman uniform, and he smiled at Klein in a flattering way:

"Is it Mr. Sherlock Moriarty?"

"Yes." Klein vaguely guessed the other party's purpose.

The visitor immediately raised his right hand and handed a slap-sized thing wrapped in layers of black gauze:

"Please sign for your package."

Klein deliberately expressed his doubts:

"Nor shouldn't I give me a list and ask me to go to the corresponding post office to collect it myself?"

The postal system of the Kingdom of Roone is perfectly copied in Intis, and even the shortcomings are copied. Any email that cannot be directly stuffed into the mailbox, no matter what it is, will only give a "collect order" to keep the recipient busy and have no idea about innovation and optimization.

"...Haha, because it is more expensive, it must be delivered to you in person." The postman said in a daze.

It seems that you are not professional enough, not a real postman... Klein didn't ask any more questions, took the package, pen and order, and signed for it.

When he closed the door and returned to the living room, he did not rush to unpack the package, but took out a gold coin and bounced it into the air like a juggling.

Bang!

Klein caught the gold coin and looked down: the number was facing up, indicating no denial, there was no hidden danger... Klein nodded slightly, put away the gold coin, touched the paper man in his clothes pocket, looked at the matches on the windowsill and outside the windowsill, and carefully dismantled the package.

After layers of black gauze were opened, the things inside were clearly presented in his sight, including pocket watches with light gold color and elegant patterns, handkerchiefs dyed with dark red blood, seven or eight short brown curly hair tied together and a stack of sticky notes.

Talim's personal belongings, hair, flesh and blood, and daily records were all... Prince Edsack was very efficient in doing things, and it was only the next morning... Klein looked at the things spread out on the coffee table, and suddenly felt that there were many gazes staring at him at this moment.

An ancient angel family that has been passed down for more than two thousand years has a background that is absolutely beyond imagination. It is really possible to be crushed into powder anytime and anywhere... Maybe I have been monitored now... I must behave mediocre enough and useless enough to ensure my own safety... After one night, Klein had already figured out what to do and checked his pocket watch, handkerchief and hair in a hurry.

This also made him doubt: Is Talim's death really hidden secret? Isn't it the wishful thinking of Prince Edsack?

Klein was alert. His feelings just now might not be an illusion. But during this process, his spiritual intuition did not give any warnings and did not stop him from divining.

After getting a little clear in his heart, Klein pulled out the letter paper in the living room, picked up the pen, and wrote the divination sentence:

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

He acted generous and open-minded, and did not seem to feel that he was being monitored at this time.

Picking up the curly hair and handkerchief, Klein silently recited the divination sentences, pressed back against the backrest of the sofa, and his eyes turned deep into meditation.

Seven times later, he came to the dream world and saw the familiar Kragg Club Hall.

Immediately, he witnessed Talim Dumont, who was laughing with his companions, suddenly pinched his heart tightly and fell down with a distorted expression.

This was the first time he had seen Talim's death with his own eyes. Although the other party had passed away and the funeral would be held this morning, the feeling he saw with his own eyes was completely different from the cause of death. A familiar person who was alive in the last second became a corpse lying on the ground with still remaining warmth in the next second.

"This revelation shows that Talim did die of a sudden heart disease..." Klein opened his eyes and whispered to himself.

He frowned, showing a look of confusion, confusion and thinking.

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

He got up and paced, and went back and forth several times.

He clenched his fist and hit his head, as if he was angry that he was not good enough and could not help his friends find out the real murderer.

In the end, he sat down dejectedly, and remained motionless for a long time. He was half-closed in the curtains, and the slightly dim room looked like a silhouette of a stone statue.

It's almost done, don't use too much force... If no one monitors me, I was fighting wits and courage with the air just now, but my feeling shouldn't be wrong... Klein laughed at himself and shook his head, got up and walked towards the kitchen.

Klein originally wanted to prepare himself a relatively hearty breakfast, frying a few slices of bacon, a sausage, a fried egg, and two slices of toasted bread, paired with a cup of sweet hot milk with sugar cubes, to spend a relatively comfortable breakfast time. But now it is not possible, he wants to show tension, anxiety and anxiety in the eyes of possible monitors.

If the angry detective was still helpless for Talim's death just now, the angry detective would have prepared breakfast for himself in a blink of an eye, and the monitor would definitely feel that there was something wrong.

Having a full set of acting, Klein hurriedly stood up, put the cold bread slices on the table near the stove to heat it, then quickly fry an egg for himself and a pot of hot water. When the eggs were fried, he hurriedly picked up the bread with only one side of the hot side, took a big bite of the eggs with two breads, took a sip of hot water, and then returned to the living room again, staring at Talim's relics and his laptop.

After breakfast, he seemed to be excited again and carefully read the content recorded on the sticky notes, including what Talim had done on the day of his death and the days before, and who he had met.

The home, Red Rose Manor, Crager Club, Viscount Connard's mansion... There is no abnormality... Klein picked up the sharpened pencil and drew multiple circles on this note book, marking the places to visit and the targets to be asked for in the next few days.

After doing all this, he sighed deeply. After eating the bread, he stood up and packed his belongings without any confidence, and seemed to be absent-minded in everything he did.

Klein looked up at the landing clock, suddenly frowned, and said to himself:

"Maybe I should go to his funeral..."

The obituary of the Tassok newspaper said that Talim's funeral will be held on time at 9:00 am on December 21, which is 9:00 am this morning.

He suddenly discovered that there was a loophole in his performance, and cold sweat broke out from behind.

Because I didn't plan to attend the funeral from the beginning, I didn't keep this schedule in mind. Otherwise, after the postman delivered Talim's relics at around 8 o'clock just now, he should have set off immediately instead of acting at home!

There will be mistakes here!

But I can't go, if Edward Vaughan is there...

But if I really put this matter behind my mind and ignore the fact that I missed the funeral, it is inconsistent with the image of "a friend who values ​​friendship but is powerless" I play!

This is just a move that moves the whole body. I began to regret that the evil spirits of divination were at that time. That matter had nothing to do with me at all. Why did I be curious at that time? Always felt that everything was completely out of control after that divination... The most important thing is what to do now? Cold sweats quickly emerged from Klein's head.

It is almost 9:30 now, and the general funeral process has been completed. Even if you are rushing to attend the funeral now, you may only have time to say goodbye and offer flowers before the final burial.

After immersed in his friend's death detective, he realized the passing of time. He cursed inwardly, slapped his head suddenly, pulled over the coat hanging on the hanger, and took the top hat and rushed out of the door.

After leaving the door, he immediately stopped the railroad public carriage and rushed to the Crown Cemetery a few kilometers away.

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This is specially used by noble members and occupies a considerable area outside Beckland. It has a superior geographical location and elegant environment. The most important thing is that it is not too far away.

Klein was extremely nervous along the way and secretly did divination while there were few people in the public carriage to divine whether it was dangerous to attend the funeral this time. He divined twice, but the answer he got was unexpected.

The first time, his answer was: attending a funeral brought danger to me.

Citrine's reaction was to rotate clockwise at a medium amplitude, which meant that there was a considerable danger, but in a blink of an eye it turned into a large rotation. This abnormal phenomenon surprised Klein, but when he divined the question again, the Citrine's spiritual pendulum stopped moving.

Klein stared at the sagging spirit swing, and suddenly felt cold in his hands and feet.

At this moment, the carriage happened to stop, and many passengers got on the car one after another. The empty carriage was soon filled with people, as if they were in memory.

Klein had to put away his spirit pendant. He took out his pocket watch and opened it with a snap. He calculated that there was about seven or eight minutes left before the cemetery. He touched the spirit pendant wrapped around the inside of his wrist, and was very puzzled by the results of his divination just now: he couldn't understand why he would encounter such a great danger at the funeral. Because if it were Edward Vaughn, divination would not have been successful at all from the beginning.

But unexpectedly, the answer to the first divination suggests that there is danger, but the second time fails.

"Why does a funeral hide such a great danger? What exactly does Talim involve? What's going on now for those who have already gone? Is this danger directed at me or to everyone?"

"Edward didn't go? Why is that? Isn't He also Talim's friend? Don't pretend?"

Klein pondered for a moment, hesitantly took out a penny coin and threw it up.

After falling, the face value turned out to be up.

——The question of his divination this time was: Should he attend Talim's funeral?

"Hey, what's going on..." Klein was confused for a moment. The divination results showed that there was a huge danger hidden at Talim's funeral, but at the same time, he should attend? What does this mean?

Just as he arrived at the next fixed parking station, Klein moved for a moment, but still couldn't stand up.

He carefully considered the results of these two divination, believing that while they were contradictory, they must have other connections.

My second divination failed, proving that the danger was genuine... At the same time, for reason, I should also attend the funeral, after all, I have to act in front of possible monitors... Then? Prince Edsack would never harm me. After all, he is also Talim's friend, and it is very likely that he would pay tribute. If Talim's funeral was in danger, he would not have heard the news. He still needed me to investigate, so he could not have not told me.

In other words, this danger is hidden very deeply? Uninformed participants will not trigger this "bomb"?

A flash of inspiration flashed through Klein's mind: Maybe it's true! If there is something strange about Talim's death, then the person or organization who killed him is likely to observe at the funeral, which may be a "hidden danger."

This will be easy to deal with. As long as I think less and don’t run around and do whatever I should do, these hidden observers will not notice me, and I will not encounter danger...

The railroad carriage walked forward, and a few minutes later, Klein arrived at the area where the Crown Cemetery was located.

He glanced at the time now, it was already nine forty. Klein held his hat and ran to the entrance of the park, but saw a group of people in black slowly walking towards him.

Klein moved aside and was surprised to see Doctor Alan and Reporter Mike in the crowd in black.

The funeral was over. Klein suddenly turned his head a little uncomfortable, this time it was not a performance.

Dr. Allen whispered to Talim's father. The gray-haired old man listened silently to his son's friend during his lifetime and talked about the club's events. He looked haggard and supported each other forward with the elderly women around him, looking equally trembling. Talim's mother's eyes were red and swollen. She wanted to speak several times, but she couldn't cry.

The scene came into my eyes, and Klein raised his head slightly and closed his eyes.

Sorry... He said silently in his heart.

He was already late, and it would be meaningless to go again. Klein retreated aside and was about to leave when he found reporter Mike and surgeon Allen approaching.

"It's really a pity. I didn't expect Talim to, hey..." Mike's expression was so painful that he couldn't finish speaking.

Allen, who had always been cold and cold, took off his glasses, wiped the corners of his eyes, and sighed in a low voice:

"He is a passionate guy and shouldn't have ended like this."

"Yes, he had hope of getting rid of the bad reputation left by his grandfather." Klein echoed.

At this moment, he saw a female figure wearing a thick black dress and veiled face separated from the other people participating in the funeral. Accompanied by a maid, he walked towards a plain carriage without a sign on the side of the road.

Klein looked away without caring, leaving only light on the other side.

The maid brought a footstool. The woman was wrapped tightly and raised her heavy skirt with her right hand, wearing black gauze gloves grabbed the maid's hand that was stretched out to support her, and walked two steps lightly and elegantly into the carriage.
To be continued...