"Who?"

Crane was thinking about the mysterious suicide of the original owner and the unknown dangers he might encounter, when he heard a sudden knock on the door, he subconsciously opened the drawer, took out the revolver, and asked vigilantly.

There was silence outside the door for two seconds, and a slightly shrill voice shouted in an ahowa voice:

"I, Mountbatten, Beach Mountbatten. ”

The voice paused, then added:

"Police. ”

Beech Mountbatten...... As the name drilled into his ears, Klein immediately thought of its corresponding owner.

It was one of the policemen in charge of the neighborhood where the apartment was located, a rude, savage, and hands-on man, but perhaps only such a man could shock the drunkards, thieves, part-time thieves, villains, and hooligans.

And a unique voice is one of his labels.

"Okay, I'll be right away!" Klein replied in a loud voice.

He was going to throw the revolver back in the drawer, but thinking that the police outside were coming for some reason, and maybe there would be a search or something, he cautiously ran to the stove where the embers had long been extinguished, and put the pistol inside.

Then he took the basket of coals, shook a few pieces into the furnace, put them on the gun, and finally put the kettle on top to cover it all.

After doing all this, he straightened his clothes, walked quickly to the door, and said vaguely as he opened it:

"Sorry, just took a nap. ”

Outside the door stood four policemen in black checkered uniforms and soft hats, and Beechcraft Mountbatten, with a brown and yellow beard, coughed and said to Klein:

"These three officers have something to ask you. ”

Officer Klein reflexively looked at the epaulettes of the other three and saw that two had three silver six-pointed stars and one had two, all of whom looked superior to Beechcraft Mountbatten, who had only three V-shaped labels.

As a history student, Klein didn't do much research on police epaulette grades, except that Beechcraft Mountbatten often boasted that he was a veteran sergeant.

So, those three are inspectors? Affected by the words of his classmates such as Big Brother Benson and Welch, Klein still knew a little common sense, he let go of his body, pointed to the house, and said:

"Please come in. I don't know what's going on?"

The leader of the three police officers was a middle-aged man with eyes so sharp that he seemed to be able to see through the heart, which made people can't help but be afraid, he had obvious wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and light brown hair was showing the edge of his hat.

"You know Welch McGovern, right?"

"What's wrong with him?" Klein blurted out with a shudder.

"I'm asking you. The dignified middle-aged police officer's eyes were grim.

The police officer next to him, who also wore three-star epaulettes, looked at Klein and smiled mildly:

"Don't be nervous, we're just asking as usual. ”

The officer was in his thirties, with a straight nose and indescribable gray eyes that gave him an indescribable depth, like a lake in an ancient forest.

Klein inhaled to himself and organized his words:

"If you're referring to a graduate of Hoy University, Welch McGovern from Conston, then I'm sure I know that we were classmates, following the same mentor, Senior Associate Professor Quentin Cohen. ”

In the Kingdom of Rune, "professor" is not only a title, but also a position, just like the combination of a professor and a department head on the earth, that is, a university can only have one professor in a department, and if an associate professor wants to become a "regular", he can only wait for his immediate boss to retire, or squeeze the other party away with his strength.

In view of the need to retain talents, after years of exploration, the Royal Commission of Higher Education has added senior associate professors to the three-tier system of lecturers, associate professors, and professors, and gives them to gentlemen and ladies who have high academic standards or are old enough to become professors.

Speaking of this, Klein looked into the eyes of the middle-aged officer, thought for a second, and said:

"Honestly, our relationship is not bad, during this time I met with him, and Naya, a lot, to interpret and discuss the 'Quaternary' literature he got, a notebook, officer, what happened to him?"

The middle-aged officer did not answer, but looked sideways at his gray-eyed companion.

The gray-eyed police officer with ordinary facial features and a soft hat with badge replied gently:

"I'm sorry that Mr. Welch has passed away. ”

"How so?" Despite some premonitions, Crane couldn't help but let out a stunned voice.

Welch also died like the original owner of the body?

That's kind of scary!

"What about Naya?" Crane hurriedly asked.

"Lady Naya has also passed away. "Both of them died in Mr. Welch's residence. ”

"Killed?" Klein vaguely guessed.

Maybe it's suicide......

Officer Grey Eyes shook his head:

"No, judging by the traces of the scene, they were suicides, Mr. Welch banged his head against the wall, and hit it so many times that it was covered in blood, and Ms. Naya drowned herself in a basin of water, well, the kind used to wash her face. ”

"This can't be ......," Klein listened as his hairs stood on end, as if he could imagine the eerie scene.

The girl knelt in her chair and buried her face in a washbasin filled with water, her brown hair supplanted and swayed in the wind, but she remained motionless......

The corner of the gray-eyed officer's mouth moved:

"We thought so too, but the autopsy results and the situation at the scene ruled out drugs and external forces, and they, I mean Mr. Welch, Ms. Naya, showed no signs of resistance. ”

Without waiting for Klein to speak again, he stepped into the room and asked, pretending to be casual:

"When was the last time you saw Mr. Welch or Ms. Naya?"

As he spoke, he gestured with his eyes to his companion with two silver stars.

It was a young police officer, who looked about the size of Crane, with black sideburns and green eyes, good looks, and a poet's romantic temperament.

Hearing the question, Klein's mind turned sharply, and he thought about answering:

"It was supposed to be June 26th, we read a new note together, and after that, I went home and prepared for the interview on the 30th, well, the interview at the history department of the University of Tingen. ”

The city of Tingen is known as the city of universities, with two universities, Tingen and Hoy, a technical school, a barrister's college, and a business school, second only to the capital Beckland.

As soon as he finished speaking, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the young officer walk up to the desk and pick up the "notebook" that was more like a diary.

Oops! Forgot to hide it! Klein briefly shouted, "You!"

The young officer smiled back at him, but did not stop looking through his notes, while the gray-eyed officer explained:

"This is a required procedure. ”

At this time, Beechcraft Mountbatten and the dignified middle-aged police officer were just watching from the sidelines, without interjecting or assisting in the search.

What about your search warrants? Klein was going to ask this, but after thinking about it carefully, it seems that the judicial system of the Kingdom of Rune has not evolved such a thing as a search warrant, at least he doesn't know if there is, after all, even the police force has only been established for fifteen or sixteen years.

When the original owner was a child, he was also called a sheriff.

Crane couldn't stop it, watching the young officer quickly flip through "his own notes" while Officer Grey Eyes didn't ask any more questions.

"What's this strange thing?" the young officer said abruptly, turning to the end, "Also, what does that mean?" 'Everyone will die, including me'......"

Isn't it common knowledge that everyone will die except for the gods? Klein was about to quibble, but suddenly it occurred to him that he had planned to "connect" with the police to guard against possible dangers, but he was suffering from no reason and no excuse.

In less than a second, he made a decision, put his hand over his forehead, and replied in a painful voice:

"I don't know, I really don't know...... When I woke up this morning, I felt that something was not quite right, as if I had forgotten something, especially the part that had happened in the last few days, and I didn't even know why I was writing such a sentence. ”

Sometimes, confession is the best way to solve a problem, of course, confession has to talk about skills, what can be said and what can't be said is one thing, and what to say first and what to say then and how to say is another.

As a "keyboard" expert, Klein has also studied a little bit of speech.

"Ridiculous! Are you fools for us?" Beach-Mountbatten interjected angrily, and he couldn't help it.

This lie is so clumsy, it is simply an insult to the intelligence of oneself and others!

It's better for you to pretend to be mentally ill than to pretend to have amnesia!

"Really. Klein calmly responded to Mountbatten's and the middle-aged officer's gaze.

It couldn't be more true.

"Maybe it's possible. At this moment, the gray-eyed officer spoke slowly.

What? Believe it? Klein himself was surprised.

The gray-eyed officer looked at him with a smile and said:

"There's going to be an expert in two days, and trust me, she should be able to help you recall your lost memories. ”

Klein, an expert in the field of help in recall, frowned.

Hey, what if I get my memories of Earth? He suddenly felt a toothache.

The young officer put down his notes and searched his desk and room, but luckily he focused on the books and did not lift the kettle to look at it.

"Alright, Mr. Klein, thank you for your cooperation, you had better not leave Tingen these last few days, and inform Officer Mountbatten if you must, otherwise you will be a fugitive. Officer Grey Eyes finally admonished.

Is this the end of the day? No more questions, no more investigations, or arrest me back to the police station and torture me? Klein was at a loss.

However, he also wanted to solve the strange incident brought by Welch, so he nodded:

"No problem. ”

The officers exited the room one by one, and the young man at the end of the walk abruptly patted Klein on the shoulder:

"It's nice and lucky. ”

"What?" Crane looked confused.

The green-eyed police officer with the temperament of a poet smiled slightly:

"Generally speaking, in this kind of incident, it is the norm for all the parties involved to die. ”

"We are happy and fortunate to see you alive. ”

With that, he walked out of the room and closed the door casually with a very cultured hand.

Is it the norm to die all?Glad I'm still alive?Lucky I'm still alive?

On this June afternoon, Klein was chilling all over.