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On Tuesday morning, Klein got up to wash up and had just gone to the kitchen to prepare breakfast when he heard a knock on the door of his lodgings.

The visitor, a man in a dark green postman's uniform, smiled flatteringly at Klein:

"Is it Mr. Sherlock Moriarty?"

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

The visitor immediately raised his right hand and handed over a palm-sized object wrapped in layers of black gauze:

"Your package, please sign for it."

Klein deliberately revealed his doubts:

"Isn't it normal to give me a slip and let me go to the corresponding post office to pick it up myself?"

The postal system of the Kingdom of Rune is perfectly copied from Intis, and even its shortcomings are copied from many others. Any mail that cannot be directly stuffed into the mailbox, no matter what it is, will only give a "pickup list", leaving the recipient busy by himself, and completely unaware of innovation and optimization.

“…… Haha, because it is more expensive, it must be delivered to you in person. The postman was stunned for a moment.

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

Closing the door and returning to the living room, he did not rush to unwrap it, but took out a gold coin and juggled it into the air.

Syllable!

Crane grabbed the coin and looked down: the numbers were pointing up, indicating that there was no hidden danger...... Crane nodded slightly, put away the gold coin, touched the paper figure in the pocket of his clothes, looked at the matches on the windowsill and in the hidden place outside the windowsill, and carefully unwrapped the package.

When the layers of black gauze were opened, the contents were clearly visible to him, including pocket watches with elegant patterns and pale gold color, handkerchiefs dyed with dark red blood, seven or eight short brown curls tied together, and a stack of sticky notes.

Talim's belongings, hair, flesh, and daily records are all in order...... Prince Edsak was very efficient, and it was only the next morning...... Crane looked at the things spread out on the coffee table, and suddenly felt that many eyes were watching him at this moment.

An ancient angel family that has been inherited for more than 2,000 years, the background is absolutely beyond imagination, and it is really possible to be crushed into powder anytime and anywhere when it is involved in the royal family...... Maybe I'm being monitored now...... I had to behave mediocre enough, useless enough to keep myself safe...... By the end of the night, Klein had figured out what to do, and unhurriedly checked his pocket watch, handkerchief, and hair.

It also made him wonder: Could it be that Talim's death was really a mystery? Isn't it Prince Edsak's wishful thinking?

Klein raised his vigilance, and what he was feeling just now might not be delusional. But in the process, his spiritual intuition did not warn him of divination.

After having a little bit in his heart, Klein was in the living room, took out the letter paper, picked up the pen, and wrote down the divination statement:

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

He behaved generously and openly, and didn't seem to feel that he was being monitored at this time.

Picking up his curly hair and handkerchief, Crane silently recited the divination phrase as he leaned back against the back of the couch and his eyes turned into deep meditation.

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

Immediately, he witnessed Talim Dumont, who was laughing and talking with his companion, suddenly clench his heart and collapse with a distorted expression.

This was the first time he had seen Talim's death with his own eyes, and although the other party had passed away and a funeral would be held this morning, the feeling of seeing it with his own eyes was completely different from knowing the cause of death. A familiar person who was alive one second is a corpse lying on the ground in the next second.

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"Such revelations indicate that Talim did die of a sudden heart attack......" Klein opened his eyes and whispered to himself.

He frowned, his expression confused, puzzled, and thoughtful.

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

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

He clenched his fist and hit himself on the head, as if angry that he was not good enough to help his friend track down the real culprit.

Eventually, he sat down in despair, motionless for a long time, like the silhouette of a stone statue in the slightly dimly lit room with the curtains ajar.

It's almost there, and you can't push too hard...... If no one was watching, I would have been battling the air, but I shouldn't be wrong...... Crane shook his head laughingly, got up and walked to the kitchen.

Klein originally wanted to prepare himself a relatively hearty breakfast, fried a few slices of bacon, a sausage, an omelette, plus two slices of toasted bread, with a glass of sweet hot milk with sugar cubes, to spend a relatively comfortable breakfast time. But not now, he has to show nervousness, uneasiness and anxiety in the eyes of possible monitors.

If the detective, who was still powerless and angry about Talim's death, had prepared breakfast for himself in the blink of an eye, the watcher would have felt that something was wrong.

Finishing the show, Klein hurriedly stood up, placed the cold slice of bread on the table near the stove to heat, and then quickly fried himself an egg and boiled a pot of hot water. When the eggs were ready, he hurriedly picked them up with the bread that had only been warmed on one side, took a big bite of the two bread sandwiches, took a sip of hot water, and then went back to the living room again, staring at Talim's relics and his notebook.

After breakfast, he seemed to peruse his spirits again, and read the stack of sticky notes, including what he had done and who he had met on the day of his death and in the days before.

Home, Red Rose Manor, Cragg Club, Viscount Conrad's mansion...... There is nothing out of the ordinary...... Crane picked up his sharpened pencil and drew circles on the notebook, marking the places to visit and the targets to ask about in the next few days.

After doing all this, he let out a long sigh, finished his bread, got up and packed his belongings without much confidence, and did everything as if he was absent-minded.

Crane glanced up at the floor clock, suddenly frowned, and said to himself:

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

The obituary of the newspaper Tasok said that Talim's funeral will be held promptly at 9 a.m. on Dec. 21, which is 9 a.m. today.

He suddenly discovered that there was a loophole in his performance, and a cold sweat came out of his back.

I didn't plan to go to the funeral in the first place, so I didn't take this schedule to heart. Otherwise, after the postman delivered Talim's relics at eight o'clock just now, he should have left immediately, instead of acting at home!

It's going to be here except for a mistake!

But I can't go, in case Edward Vaughn is there......

But if I really put this matter behind me and ignore the fact that I missed the funeral, it contradicts the image I played as a "friend who values love but can't do anything"!

I began to regret divining the evil spirits in the underground at that time, that thing had nothing to do with me at all, why should I be curious at the time...... It always felt like everything was completely out of control after that divination...... And most importantly, what to do now? Cold sweat quickly broke out on Klein's head as well.

It's almost half past nine now, and the general funeral process is probably over. Even if you take a horse-drawn carriage to the funeral now, you may only have time to say goodbye and lay flowers before the final burial.

Immersed in his friend's death detective, he realized the passage of time, he cursed, slapped his head, quickly ripped his coat hanging on the hanger, and rushed out the door in a hurry.

As soon as he got out, he stopped the railroad carriage and rushed to the Crown Cemetery, a few kilometers away.

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This was reserved for members of the nobility, and took up a considerable area on the outskirts of Beckland. Great location, elegant surroundings and most importantly not too far away.

Crane was very nervous along the way, and secretly did a divination when there were few people in the public carriage, divining whether it was dangerous to attend the funeral this time. He divined twice, but the answer he received was unexpected.

For the first time, his answer was: attending a funeral would be dangerous to me.

Citrine's reaction is a clockwise rotation of a medium amplitude, which means that there is no small danger, but in the blink of an eye, it becomes a large rotation. This anomaly surprised Klein, but when he divined the question again, the citrine pendulum simply stood still.

Crane stared at the pendulum that drooped in a straight line, and suddenly felt cold in his hands and feet.

At this moment, the carriage just stopped, and many passengers got on the train one after another, and the empty carriage was soon filled with people, as if in memory of the subway.

Crane had no choice but to put away the pendulum, he took out his pocket watch, opened it with a snap, and calculated that the cemetery was about seven or eight minutes away. He touched the pendulum wrapped around the inside of his wrist, and was puzzled by the results of his divination: he couldn't understand why it was so dangerous to attend a funeral. Because if it had been Edward Vaughn, the divination would not have been successful at all in the first place.

But the unexpected happened, the answer to the first divination hinted at danger, and the second time it failed.

"Why does a funeral hide such a big danger, what is involved in Talim, and what is happening to the people who have already gone? Is this danger against me, or against everyone? ”

"Edward didn't go? Why is that? Isn't he also a friend of Talim, don't you pretend? ”

Crane pondered for a moment, then hesitantly pulled out a penny coin and tossed it upward.

After falling, it turned out to be face up.

- His question this time is: whether he should go to Talim's funeral or not.

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

Seeing that he was about to reach the next fixed parking station, Crane flickered, but still didn't get up.

He carefully examined the results of the two divinations, and thought that they must have been related to each other while contradicting each other.

My second scry failed, proving that the danger was real...... At the same time, it makes sense that I should also go to the funeral, after all, I have to act in front of possible monitors...... So? Prince Edsak will never harm me, after all, he is also a friend of Talim, and it is very likely that he will go to pay his respects, if Talim's funeral is in danger, he can't not hear the news, and he still needs me to investigate, so it is impossible not to tell me.

That is, this danger is hidden deeply? Unsuspecting participants don't set off this "bomb"?

A flash of inspiration flashed through Klein's mind: Maybe it's true! If there were other circumstances surrounding Talim's death, it is likely that the person or organization who killed him would have observed it at the funeral, which may be a "hidden danger".

It's easy to deal with, as long as I don't think less, don't run around, and do whatever I have to do, these hidden observers won't notice me, and I won't be in danger......

The railroad bus clattered forward, and a few minutes later, Klein reached the area where the Crown Cemetery was located.

He glanced at the current time, it was already nine forty. Klein ran towards the entrance of the park with his hat in one hand, only to see a group of people dressed in black slowly approaching him.

Klein stepped out of the way and was surprised to see Dr. Allen and Reporter Mike in the crowd dressed in black.

The funeral is over. Crane suddenly turned his head a little uncomfortably, this time it wasn't a show.

Dr. Allen whispered to Talim's father, and the gray-haired old gentleman listened silently as his son's former friend talked about the club, looking haggard and trembling as he and the older women around him helped each other forward. Talim's mother's eyes were red and swollen, and she tried to open her mouth several times, but she couldn't cry.

The scene caught his eyes, and Crane tilted his head slightly and closed his eyes.

I'm sorry...... He said silently in his heart.

He's late, and there's no point in going any further. Klein stepped aside and was about to leave when he spotted reporter Mike and Surgeon Allen approaching him.

"It's a shame, I didn't expect Talim to be, hey......" Mike's expression was sad, and he couldn't finish.

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

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

"yes, he would have hoped to get rid of his grandfather's bad reputation." Klein chimed in.

At that moment, he saw a female figure in a heavy black dress and a veil covering her face, separated from the rest of the funeral attendants, accompanied by a maid, towards an unmarked carriage parked on the side of the road.

Crane looked away unconcernedly, leaving only the light to look that way.

I saw the maid bring the footstool, the tightly wrapped woman lifted the heavy skirt with her right hand, and the left hand wearing black gauze gloves grabbed the maid's outstretched hand, and walked two steps into the carriage lightly and elegantly.

At the pinky finger of her left palm, a blue gem loomed into view.

The maid also got into the car, and the curtain hung down, completely obscuring their figures.

It's mysterious...... Crane retracted his attention and continued to talk to Mike and Dr. Allen.

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Edward sat in a house with a thin gauze curtain drawn on the only window.

Outside the window, the red moon is hanging in the sky, the moonlight is magnificent, and in the distance, you can see the mill windmill spinning slowly with the help of the wind. The streets are bustling with people, men and women, young and old, walking back and forth and communicating in a language that resembles the roar of animals.

Edward sat against the wall, his arm resting on the table, one hand clenched into a fist on his cheek, listening carefully to the exchanges of these "people", taking notes mentally from time to time.

The grammar is very similar to the official language of the Solomon Empire, and occasionally some slang unique to the Northern Continent can be heard, and it seems that Antigonus, as a duke, learned a lot of human systematic language norms in the empire, and wrote them into the relevant cultures of the Night Nation.

"k-a-ci", the throat is tightly locked, the mouth is wide open, and then the teeth are bared and the sound is pronounced with breath, which means "good morning" when emphasizing "ka", and "goodbye" when emphasizing "ci", and it is unclear whether there is such an additional meaning as "see you tomorrow".

"A-no-el" has multiple meanings, to the effect of "nice to meet you", which is only heard twice, and seems to have to be accompanied by a low roar to convey the corresponding meaning, and it is impossible to tell whether it is a word or a phrase.

The pronunciation of "you" is "si-a", and "hello" is "si-a-li", which is also a wide mouth and then a tooth bar, and the tail note is short......

Out of boredom, the Decayed King has studied the language system of the Night Country, which is worthy of being a small social circle established and guided by the descendants of the Demon Wolf, and the pronunciation standard of the Night Country dialect is a test of people's facial muscles.

He had figured out how the town worked, and when the red moon was in the sky, his spirituality increased, and his influence on Antigonus increased, and the secret puppets of the Night Kingdom would play the role of Antigonus according to his subconscious, but they would only chat on the road and would not enter the house.

When the moon is obscured by clouds, the spirituality is weakened, and the secret puppet is retracted, which is the time when it can be safely moved.

But.

The moment He entered the town, he saw the clouds in the sky disperse. No sooner had he taken refuge in a nearby house than he saw that there were many people outside, and that the great Night Nation drama had begun.

And until now, more than ten hours later, the red moon is still hanging in the sky, and the sky is clear, and there is not a trace of clouds.

TBC

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Night: You just stay in the house and don't go out and walk around.