Thinking of the possibility of the owner of the demon dog, Klein immediately changed his strategy and recounted in great detail how he became acquainted with Issinger Stanton due to the serial murders.

In addition, he also took the initiative to mention that Issinger Stanton organized a group of detectives to investigate the serial murder case and successfully received part of the reward.

"In that commission, although I only gave some ideas, well, in the technical terms of the private investigator industry, and provided advice, I was still considered by Mr. Stanton to have contributed the most, so I received the most bounty. Klein concluded.

The two police officers in charge of the interrogation swiped down the information and asked if anyone could prove it, and Klein gave the names and addresses of private investigators such as Stuart and Kaslana.

"Very good, Mr. Moriarty, your answer is detailed enough. One of the officers stopped his pen and asked, "How long have you been at Issinger Stanton's house today?" I mean from the time you entered to the time we found out. ”

Klein thought for a moment, and without consulting Attorney Jürgen, replied directly:

"Two to three minutes of look. ”

He was talking about real personal feelings.

Another officer raised an eyebrow and said:

"Several residents in the neighborhood were able to confirm that you entered Issinger Stanton's house at around 2:10 p.m., and when we arrived at the scene, it was 2:28 p.m., which means that you were in the house for about 18 minutes, not two or three minutes!

"What the hell have you been doing for so long, why don't you leave and call the police?"

Eighteen minutes later?Klein Horan frowned.

He felt like he had been in a stalemate with the silent gaze for a little more than a minute at most, and how could a full eighteen minutes have passed?

Is it the strange feeling of being stared at that messing up my grasp of time, or is it something else? Is this the other party's extraordinary ability? If it is really the owner of the demon dog, he has at least sequence 6, and a high probability sequence 5...... As Klein pondered, Jürgen leaned forward, ready to accuse the police of being questioned for suspicion.

This was not a very good reason, he just wanted to interrupt the interrogation in this way, and postpone the obviously unfavorable question just now.

At this moment, Klein raised his hand and rubbed his forehead and said:

"All of what I just said is true, and in my personal sense, I was only two or three minutes into Detective Issinger Stanton's house. ”

Speaking of which, he emphasized:

"Well, in my personal feelings. ”

The two officers looked at each other and put pen to paper to record this.

After a brief silence, the officer who had just asked the question said:

"During those eighteen minutes, when a servant came back from a trip rang the doorbell and no one answered, he looked in through the bay window, and saw the corpses all over the floor and you standing in the door of the living room.

He was so frightened that he went crazy to the police station to report the incident, and many passers-by and some residents could confirm this. ”

Crane ignored Attorney Jürgen's gaze and shook his head:

"I didn't hear the doorbell ring. ”

The two officers looked at each other again, making no comment, just taking notes.

They asked some questions about other details, and Klein, who had not done anything and was not guilty, answered them all truthfully.

At the end, he couldn't help but care:

"Did you find Detective Issinger Stanton? I don't see any body in the living room, he should be alive......"

A police officer pestled the table with a pen and said:

"And that's something we're very puzzled about, the whole house has only the signs of a fight in the living room, and the windows are closed and haven't been opened for many days, you know, which is normal in the autumn and winter in Beckland.

"The assailant and Mr. Isenger Stanton left the room strangely, and we didn't know where they went, and we found no clues in the rest of the house or in the surrounding area, not even blood. ”

Without waiting for Klein to speak, he asked himself and answered:

"You would definitely like to talk about the doors of the rooms and the doors of the houses, but many people confirmed that there were no chases in the vicinity, and no one took hostages or left with corpses. ”

Maybe it happened in the middle of the night? Maybe they'd go through the wall? Crane silently offered other possibilities in his heart, and prayed silently:

May the Goddess bless Detective Isenger Stanton from his doom.

- The Goddess of the Night is the Empress of Doom and Fear.

After the interrogation, Klein was tortured to a small room, and the police department sent someone to follow lawyer Jürgen to 15 Minsk Street to collect the letter and evidence.

Tossed around until late in the evening, Klein was finally granted bail in the amount of £50.

"It's a lot more expensive than last time, and it's hard for the average private investigator to come up with so much cash in a short period of time. Exiting the door of the Hisak police station, Klein tucked the collar of his tweed coat and complained to Attorney Ergen.

Jürgen still has that professional and serious expression:

"Last time things were in your favor, and this time a lot of suspicions point to you. ”

He beckoned the cab to stop, and while looking sideways solemnly, he glanced at Klein:

"Sherlock, I'm your lawyer, and you'd better have some communication with me before you answer the policeman's questions, even if it's just a look.

"Don't just say it if you think it's okay, it's easy for untrained ordinary people to leave a handle on words. ”

This...... I've become accustomed to making up my own stories and solving problems on my own...... Crane thought back to what he had just done and laughed dryly:

"Okay, I'll take notice. ”

Without further ado, Jürgen boarded the carriage.

Klein sat across from him, thinking about the attack on Detective Issinger Stanton.

Thinking about it, he suddenly heard a rumbling sound in his stomach.

It's been half an hour past normal dinner time...... Klein pulled out his gold-shelled pocket watch and looked at it.

He didn't want to waste any more energy preparing food and started thinking about which restaurant to look forward to.

At this time, Jürgen raised his eyelids and said:

"I've asked my grandmother to prepare dinner for three. ”

"What's so embarrassing?" said Klein, who was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "Mrs. Doris's craft is always desirable. ”

............

When the two returned to Minsk Street in the Jowood district, it was already dark, and the glow of the gas street lamps was even brighter than the red moon in the sky.

After dinner at Attorney Hurgen's house and petting the cat, Klein paced back to the outside of House 15 in the cold, damp air.

He habitually rummaged through the mailbox and took out a copy of the "Beckland Evening News" that had just been delivered.

Crane took the newspaper, opened the door and entered the house, and just put down his cane, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

His soothsayer's spiritual instincts told him that strangers had entered his home!

Is it the police officer who came to collect evidence earlier?Klein looked around vigilantly and suddenly noticed a letter on the coffee table.

There should have only been newspapers there!

Crane entered the living room on guard, leaning closer to the coffee table, and the whole time, the surroundings were silent and unusual.

Looking down at the letter, Crane pulled out his black glove and put it on before picking it up and opening it.

Inside the envelope was a thin piece of stationery, and when it was unfolded, a dark red color immediately hit Klein's eyes, and a faint smell of blood lingered on the tip of his nose.

On the letterhead, a line of coagulated blood was written:

"You're all going to die!"

This...... Is it really the owner of the demon dog? is he taking revenge on the people involved in the death of his subordinates? It's really bullying the weak and afraid of the hard, why don't you just go to the strong man on duty at night who is in charge of the cleanup operation? Klein's heart tightened, and many thoughts flashed in an instant.

But he quickly dismissed his complaints. It is most normal for revenge to start with someone who can deal with it, just like when he came to Beckland for a few months, he never thought of finding Ince Zangwill, but chased after Laneus.

After looking around again, Klein gradually felt that this matter was a little confusing:

"Revenge in such a flamboyant way, aren't you afraid of being guarded by the official powerhouse?

Or maybe because Detective Issinger Stanton escaped, he knew that he could no longer eliminate the targets one by one covertly, and had to change the method, but this method was not meaningful?

"Also, when he was at Detective Stanton's house, he had already locked on me and kept an eye on me, why didn't he do it?

"No, it can't be...... Possibly, I had a direct encounter with the Demon Dog because of the lost side effects of the Master Key, and it saw my appearance and form, although I was disguised to a certain extent at the time, but I didn't know if the 'Demon' could see through it......

"Perhaps, after that event, it was presented to its owner in some way......

"But I couldn't even win the demon dog at that time, so I had to flee in disarray, what did he have to worry about? Unless, he was also worried about something else, such as Isenger Stanton, who was hiding nearby due to injury?

"He wrote to me very flamboyantly, thinking that I, a wild extraordinary, would not dare to seek official help?"

Crane inspected the house with a head full of questions, all the way to the second floor.

When he opened the bedroom door, another letter jumped into his eyes.

The letter lay quietly on the desk, as if it had been waiting for a long time.

Klein picked up the unpacket and unfolded it gently, seeing a line of words outlined in dark red blood:

"You're next. ”

Next...... It's so arrogant...... Klein couldn't help but sigh twice.

At this moment, he suddenly felt something, raised his head, and looked out the window.

On the opposite side are several two-story houses, each with their own lights.

The glow of the gas street lamps is reflected on their exterior walls, creating a series of light and dark areas.

Suddenly, the shadows in those areas wriggled and twisted, forming a black shadow in a crisp tuxedo.

The shadow raised his right hand, gestured to the shape of a gun, and pointed it at Klein.

Immediately, it withdrew its arm and blew on the muzzle.

Immediately after, it fell backwards without a sound, turning back into a myriad of disconnected shadows.