Chapter 12 Coming to the Door Again

Hey, girl, can we just stop talking about the pot and have Kraven tease himself, only to feel his head start throbbing again.

 

The knowledge forgotten by the original owner is not much, and definitely a lot, the interview will be the day after tomorrow, where there is time to make up

 

And I've been involved in some weird, scary thing. How can I possibly have the heart to "review"?

 

After a few words from his sister, Klein pretended to read, and Melissa pulled up her chair, sat nearby, and did her homework by the glow of the gas lamp.

 

The atmosphere was peaceful and peaceful, and just before eleven o 'clock, brother and sister said good night to each other and went to bed.

 

Boom!

 

Knock knock!

 

There was a knock on the door and Klein awoke from his dream. ..

 

He looked out of the window at the morning light, and sat up with a slightly confused head:

 

"Who is it?

 

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

 

"I'm Dunn Smith." There was a calm male voice outside the door.

 

Dunn Smith? Kline shook his head out of bed and walked to the door.

 

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

 

'Is something wrong? Mr. Klein asked warily.

 

The gray-eyed officer replied gravely:

 

"We have a coachman who confirms that you were at Mr. Welch's residence on the 2nd, the day Mr. Welch and Ms. Naja died, and that Mr. Welch paid for your ride."

 

Klein started for a moment, without any horror or guilt that his lie had been exposed.

 

Because he's not lying at all, he's feeling gray-eyed Officer Dunn. The evidence provided by Smith was not what he expected.

 

On October 2, the original owner went to Welch's residence and committed suicide the same night he returned, just like Welch and Na!

 

Klein opened his mouth with a wry smile.

 

"This is not strong enough evidence to directly link me to the deaths of Welch and Naya, and to be honest, I would love to know what happened, to find out what happened to my two poor friends, but, but, I really can't remember, I've almost completely forgotten what I did on the 2nd, and you won't believe it, It was only from my own notes that I could barely guess that I might have visited Welch's house on the 2nd."

 

"Good mental quality." Grey-eyed Officer Dunn Smith nodded without anger or smile.

 

"You should be able to hear my sincerity." Klein looked him straight in the eye.

 

What I said is the truth, of course, only part of the truth!

 

Dunn Smith did not respond immediately, but looked around the room and said slowly:

 

"Mr. Welch is missing a revolver, and I think I should be able to find him here, don't you, Mr. Klein?"

 

Sure enough, Crane finally figured out the origin of the revolver, and his mind raced like lightning, making a split second decision.

 

He half-raised his hands, stepped back to clear the way, and then pointed his chin toward the high and low bed paths:

 

"On the back of the bed."

 

He didn't say specifically the bottom one, because normal people don't hide things on the back of the upper bed, where visitors can see them at a glance.

 

Grey-eyed Officer Dunn did not move forward, pulled the corners of his mouth and said:

 

"Nothing you'd like to add?

 

Klein answered without hesitation:

 

'Yes!

 

"I woke up in the middle of the night last night and found myself lying on my desk next to a revolver with bullets in the wall. It looked like I'd been through a suicide, but maybe I wasn't experienced, didn't use a pistol, or I was scared at the last minute. Anyway, the bullet didn't have the desired effect.

 

"And since then, I have lost some memories, including what I did and what I saw when I went to Welch's residence on the 2nd, I'm not lying, I really don't remember."

 

In order to clear the suspicion, in order to solve the strange events surrounding him, Crane told almost everything except time travel and the "party".

 

In addition, he embellished his words so that each sentence could withstand the test, such as not saying that the bullet did not hit the head, only that it did not achieve the desired effect, and the head remained intact afterwards.

 

In the ears of others, the two almost mean the same thing, but in reality they are quite different.

 

Grey-eyed Officer Dunn listened quietly and spoke slowly:

 

"This fits well with my presumed development, and with the hidden logic of previous similar events. Of course, I don't know how you survived."

 

"Just believe it. I don't know how I survived." Klein was slightly relieved.

 

"But." Dunn threw out a twist, "I believe it is no use, now that you are under high suspicion, you must confirm by 'experts' that you really did forget the encounter, or really did not directly cause the death of Mr. Welch and Ms. Naja."

 

He coughed and his face became serious.

 

"Mr. Crane, please cooperate with the investigation and come back to the police station with us, which should take two or three days, if you really have no questions."

 

"The expert is here?" Klein asked blankly.

 

What happened to two days?

 

"She's sooner than we expected." Dunn leaned over and motioned Klein out the door.

 

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

 

Benson was still on a business trip, Melissa was at school, and had to leave them a message about an incident involving Welch, telling them not to worry.

 

Dunn nodded unconcerned:

 

"Yes."

 

Klein went back to his desk, found a piece of paper to write on, and began to think about what happened next.

 

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 churches, under the premise of the assassination of the suspected "predecessor" Emperor Russell, "crossing" such things are mostly to enter the court and go to the arbitral tribunal!

 

However, no weapons, no fighting skills, no extraordinary strength of his own is no match for professional police officers, not to mention, outside the dark there are several Dunn subordinates.

 

They pulled out their guns and shot at each other!

 

"Whew, one step at a time." Klein left a note, took the keys, and followed Dunn out of the room.

 

In the darkened hallway, four white-clad policemen stood on either side, very alert.

 

Crack, crack, crack. Crane followed Dunn down the wooden stairs, creaking at times.

 

Outside the apartment, there was a horse-drawn carriage with the police logo "crossed swords, surrounded by crowns" painted on its side, and the surrounding scene was as busy and crowded as it had been every morning.

 

"Go up." Dunn motioned to Crane first.

 

Klein was about to take a step when an oyster vendor grabbed one of his customers and accused him of being a thief.

 

A scuffle broke out, spooking the horses, and chaos broke out.

 

Chance!

 

Without much time to think, Klein bent forward and rushed into the crowd.

 

Pushing or dodging, he ran wildly, to the other end of the street.

 

In the present situation, in order not to "see" the expert, the only way is to go to the port outside the city, take a boat down the Tussock River, and escape to the capital, Baekeland, where the population is large and easy to hide.

 

Of course, you can also hop on the steam train and head east to the nearest port of Enmat, taking the sea route to Pritzker, and then on to Baekeland.

 

Soon Crane ran to the corner of the street and turned into Iron Cross Street, where several wagons for hire were parked.

 

"To the docks outside town." Crane jumped into one of them.

 

He thought very clearly that he would first deliberately mislead the pursuing police, and when the carriage had driven out of a certain distance, he would jump straight off!

 

"All right." The coachman pulled up the REINS.

 

Tap, tap, tap, the wagon pulled away from Iron Cross.

 

Just as Crane was about to jump, he suddenly noticed that the carriage had turned on another road, not the one leading out of town!

 

"Where are you going?" Mr. Klein paused and blurted out.

 

"To Welch's house," the coachman replied in a flat voice.

 

What? In Kline's amazement, the coachman turned to reveal his deep, cold gray eyes, just like Dunn. Officer Smith!

 

'You! Crain felt a sudden whirl of fear and sat up suddenly.

 

Sit up? Confused, Klein looked left and right and found the red moon outside the window, and the room was covered with "light gauze."

 

He reached down and touched his forehead, wet and cold, full of cold sweat, and the same feeling behind his back.

 

"I had a bad dream." Crane exhaled slowly. "Okay, okay."

 

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

 

After a slight respite, Klein took a look at her pocket watch and realized that it was only after 2 a.m., so she quietly got out of bed, planning to wash her face in the communal bathroom and solve the problem of her bloated stomach.

 

Turning the door open, he came out into the dark passage, under the faint and indistishable moonlight, and approached the communal bathroom very softly.

 

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

 

The figure wore a black trench coat shorter than a robe and longer than a suit,

 

The figure half melted into the darkness, bathed in the cool crimson moon.

 

The figure turned slowly, his eyes deep, gray, cold.

 

Dunn Smith!