With the sound of Klein and Toller talking, the superintendent's carriage soon arrived at its destination.

Maynard's home is a single-family house in the Golden Sycamore district, surrounded by gardens and lawns, stables, fountains, and wide roads paved with concrete.

Anthony put on a floppy hat with a police coat of arms, followed behind Officer Toller, and walked through the blockade with Klein and the others, and entered the main entrance of the two-story building under the gaze of the guards guarding the surrounding area.

"They're all guests who spent the night here last night."

In the living room area, four probationary inspectors, two men and two women, are talking to people and collecting confessions.

Toller explained to the others, and then led them up the stairs to the second floor.

Soon, they came to a crimson wooden door.

"This is the guest room where Congressman Maynard's body was found."

Toller explained to the others, knowing that more information was needed to get the officers with special abilities to find clues.

"Who did this room belong to last night?" Crane asked, as if professionally.

"It doesn't belong to anyone, this house has too many guest bedrooms, and it doesn't come in handy."

Toller said, putting on his white gloves, and the beast unscrewed open the crimson wooden door, signaling for a few people to enter.

"Inspector Moretti, there are two more, I'll leave it to you next."

"Don't worry, Inspector Moretti will take care of it."

Anthony said jokingly, causing Klein to glance at him helplessly.

"May the goddess protect you and me, and I hope there will be a harvest."

Closing and locking the door, Anthony and Crane walked together to Maynard's body on the bed, and Kornley, as a "sleepless", could not help in such a situation, but wore white gloves and searched the room for other clues.

Crane, who had already seen the world, did not fearfully lift the white cloth, revealing the appearance of Congressman Maynard.

The gentleman was in his forties, with short blonde haircuts, the same bright blonde color as Anthony's, and a strange look on his face that was a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"Mr. Hearst, what do you think caused his death?"

Klein prepared the materials needed for the psychic ritual, and asked Anthony, who was standing aside and looking around boredly.

"How else can you die, look at the comfortable look on this face, it must be cool... It should be joyful to death. ”

Anthony almost said it in his mouth, and when he saw Klein's suspicious look after pausing his movements, he quickly changed his words with an embarrassed smile.

It's so dangerous, I almost exposed my broken side, mainly because of the vulgar word in the back, which is very difficult to hear in the gentleman's community, even in the Fursack crowd, which is synonymous with barbarism, such words rarely appear.

Fortunately, Crane didn't seem to notice anything unusual, but after being puzzled for a while, he devoted himself to preparing for the psychic ritual again, which also made Anthony quietly relieved.

He will be honest with this "fellow", but not at this time.

Men, they all like to pretend to be 13.

"The cause of Congressman Maynard's death."

"The cause of Congressman Maynard's death."

Soon, Klein, who had set up the ceremony, chanted the incantation and the divination phrase, and then retreated to the high-backed chair and sat down slowly.

His eyes instantly turned black, as deep as night, and as soon as he leaned back, he quickly fell into a deep sleep.

This is the "dream divination".

Anthony, who was standing on the side and "watching", raised his eyebrows slightly, with his current spirituality and his ability to have the path of "soothsayer", it is not difficult to learn such a skill, it just depends on whether he wants to learn it or not.

In the future, if you go to the street and pretend to be a "half-immortal", you can be regarded as having a skill.

"See."

"What do you see?"

Seeing Klein wake up from his dream, Anthony stepped forward with a smile and asked, which made Crane's old face blush.

He couldn't say he saw the little smudge.

Ignoring Anthony's quip, Klein took out a pen and paper, and hurriedly described the appearance of the lady he had just seen in the dream, of course, none of the things that should have appeared appeared, which made Anthony quite disappointed, and thought that he could see the little yellow manga hand-painted by Mr. Ke.

This is a lady who looks to be in her thirties, she is mature and has the residual innocence of youth, her eyes are moist and shiny, giving people a pitiful feeling, so that Anthony can't help but sigh, this is not to blame Mr. Maynard for his depravity...

He just made the same choice as the Emperor.

Of course, he didn't have the strength of the Great Emperor.

"This lady and Councillor Maynard were sharing the pleasure that only husband and wife should have, and the latter covered the part of his heart at his happiest, and it is not certain if there is an extraordinary element in it."

Crane explained to Anthony and Kornley, who had come up curiously, as he cleaned up the psychic ritual.

While this kind of death is indeed rare, it is not uncommon.

"No, you can already be sure that there is an extraordinary factor in this."

Suddenly, Anthony picked up Klein's words and said, causing both of them to look at him suspiciously.

I saw that on the dark red sheets, Maynard's body, which was lying quietly, suddenly sat up suddenly.

The councillor, who died between 9 and 11 o'clock last night, seemed to be a corpse at this moment, saliva was flowing from the corners of his mouth, his eyes were empty and open, and his godless eyes were very terrifying for a while.

"What's going on!"

Kornley, who hadn't done much of a mission, exclaimed, his eyes full of disbelief, and at the same time quickly pulled out his pistol and aimed at the corpse, which seemed to be stiff and trying to get up.

"If you don't want to explain to Mr. Maynard's family or the New Party MPs who care about this afterwards that you just shot him in the body, I think you'd better not be impulsive!"

Klein was also a little dazed, but after seeing Kornley raise his pistol, he quickly reacted and stopped him with a voice.

"Mr. Hearst has already solved it, you better put the pistol down first."

The sharp-eyed Crane realized that something was wrong with the corpse as soon as he came back to his senses.

It was clearly full of strong aggression, but the stiff movement of its joints, as if the rusty joints were hindering its next move.

It was evident that Mr. Hearst was taking advantage of the wind's ability to limit his movements.

Klein looked at Anthony, who happened to be looking at him.

"Do a ritual of praying to the goddess to purify it, I can only control it, and I can't really turn it back into a corpse."