The Lord Of Mysteries
Chapter 10: The norm

"Who is this?"

Klein was thinking about the mysterious suicide of the original owner of this body and the unknown danger he might face when he heard a sudden knock on the door. He subconsciously opened the drawer, took out the revolver, and asked warily.

The other party was silent for two seconds before a rather sharp voice, with an Awwa accent, replied, "It's me, Mountbatten, Bitsch Mountbatten."

The voice paused for a moment before adding, "Police."

Bitsch Mountbatten.When Klein heard this name, he immediately remembered the owner of this name.

He was the policeman in charge of the street where the apartment was located. He was a rude, brutal, and sociable man. But perhaps, only such a person can be a deterrent to alcoholics, thieves, part-time thieves, criminals, and criminals.

And his unique voice is one of his hallmarks.

"Okay, I'll be there soon!" Klein replied loudly.

He had planned to put the gun back in the drawer but thought that he did not know why the police were outside and that they might search the room or do other things, he carefully ran to the stove where the fire had already extinguished and put a gun in it.

Then he took out a coal basket, shuffled a few pieces into the stove, covered his gun, and finally put the kettle on the stove to hide everything.

After doing all that, he tidied up his clothes and quickly approached the door and muttered, "Sorry, I just took a nap."

Outside the door stood four policemen in black-and-white checkered uniforms with high hats. Bitsch Mountbatten, who had a brown beard, coughed and said to Klein, "These three inspectors want to ask you something."

The inspector? Klein looked at the shoulder badges of the other three reflexively and found that two of them had three silver hexagons and one had two, both of them looked superior to the Bitsch Mountbatten, and one had two, it has only three chevrons.

As a student of history, Klein did little to research on police rank, except that Bitsch Mountbatten often boasted of being a senior sergeant.

So the three are inspectors? Influenced by conversations with Benson, Welch, and his classmates, Klein has the common sense to give way and point into the room.

"Please enter. Can I help you?"

The leader of the three inspectors was a middle-aged man with sharp eyes. He seemed to be able to read someone's mind and scare them away. His eyes were wrinkled, and the tip of his hat revealed light brown hair. He looked around the room and asked in a heavy voice, "Do you know Welch McGovern?"

"What's wrong with her?" Klein shook and said back.

"I asked the question." The dignified middle-aged police inspector had a stern look in his eyes.

The inspector next to him, also wearing a silver hexagon, looked at Klein and smiled gently.

"Don't be nervous. It's just a routine question."

This policeman was in his thirties, with a straight nose and gray eyes which, like a lake in an ancient forest that no one had visited, gave him an indescribable depth.

Klein took a breath and arranged his words.

"If you mean Welch McGovern, a graduate of Khoy University of Constant, then I'm sure I know him. We are classmates with the same mentor, Senior Associate Professor Quentin Cohen."

In the Kingdom of Loen, the "Professor" is not only a professional degree, but also a position, such as a combination of professors and deans of departments on Earth. That means there is only one professor in the university department. If an associate professor wants to become a professor, they must wait for their employer to retire, or force their supervisor with his abilities.

Because talent needs to be retained, the royal Higher Education Commission has added senior professors in a three-level system of lecturers, professors, and professors after years of observation. This degree is awarded to anyone who has high academic achievement or with sufficient seniority, but does not achieve the position of professor.

At this point, Klein looked into the eyes of the middle-aged police inspector and thought for a moment.

"To be honest, our relationship is pretty good. During this period, I often met with him and Naya to interpret and discuss her Fourth Epoch notebook. Inspector, did something happen to him?"

Instead of replying, the middle-aged police inspector looked sideways at his grey-eyed colleague.

The plain-clothed and plain-looking inspector replied gently, "Sorry, Mr. Welch has passed away."

"WHAT?" Despite having some premonition, Klein could not help but shout in astonishment.

Welch died like the original owner of this body?

That's a little scary!

"What about Naya?" Klein asked in a hurry.

"Mrs Naya died too" the grey-eyed police inspector said calmly. "Both died in Mr.'s house. Welch."

"Kill it?" Klein had an unclear guess.

Maybe it was suicide…

The gray-eyed inspector shook his head.

"No, the scene shows that they committed suicide. Mr. Welch hit the wall with his head many times, covering the wall with blood. Ms. Naya drowned herself in the basin. Yeah, the kind used to wash your face."

"That's impossible .." Klein's hair stood at the end as he seemed able to imagine the strange sight.

A girl knelt on a chair and buried her face into a basin filled with water. Her soft brown hair swayed in the wind, but her entire body remained motionless. Welch fell to the ground and stared at the ceiling intently. His forehead was covered in blood, while the impact marks on the wall were clearly visible with drops of blood…

Before Klein could speak again, he stepped into the room and asked, pretending to be relaxed, "When was the last time you saw Mr Welch or Miss Naya?"

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

He was a young police inspector and looked the same age as Klein. With a black sideburn and green pupils, he was handsome and had the poet's romantic temperament.

When he heard the question, Klein thought about it and answered it seriously, "It should be June 26, we read a new chapter in the notes. Then, I went home to prepare for my interview on June 30th. Uh, the interview is for the History Department of Tingen University."

Tingen is known as a university town. There are two universities, Tingen and Khoy, as well as an engineering school, a law school, and a business school. It was second only to Backlund, the capital.

As soon as he finished, he saw the young police inspector walking towards his desk in the corner of his eye and picking up a note that looked more like a diary.

Goddamn bum! I forgot to hide it!

"Hi!" Klein yells.

The young inspector smiled back at him, but did not stop flipping through his notes, while the grey-eyed inspector explained, "This is a necessary procedure."

At this moment, Bitsch Mountbatten and the dignified middle-aged police inspector were just watching without interrupting or aiding the search.

Where's your search warrant? Klein intended to question them, but in retrospect, the Loen Kingdom's judicial system did not appear to have a search warrant. At least he doesn't know if there is. After all, the new police force stood for fifteen or sixteen years.

When the original owner of this body was still a child, they were still called Public Security Officers.

Klein couldn't stop him. He saw the young inspector flipping through his records, but the grey-eyed inspector did not ask any questions.

"What's this weird thing?" The young police inspector turned to the end of the note and suddenly asked, "And what does this mean? 'Everybody will die, including me'…"

Doesn't it make sense that everyone dies except gods? Klein was ready to quibble, but it suddenly occurred to him that he had planned to "connect" with the police if there was a possibility of danger, but he had no reason or reason.

He made the decision in less than a second. Putting her hand on her forehead, she replied painfully, "i don't know. I really don't know.. When I woke up this morning, I felt I wasn't right, I didn't know, it was as if I had forgotten something.true to whatever had happened recently. I don't even know why I wrote such a sentence."

Sometimes being honest is the best way to solve a problem. Of course, it requires skill. There are things that can be said and cannot be said, and the order of what is first said is important.

As a keyboard warrior, Klein is also good at sophism.

"That's ridiculous! Do you think we're stupid?" Bitsch Mountbatten would not interrupt angrily.

This was a lie so bad that it insulted his intelligence and his comrades!

You better pretend to be mentally ill than pretend to be amnesiac!

"i'm telling you the truth" Klein replied bluntly, looking into the eyes of Mountbatten and the middle-aged police inspector.

It really couldn't be more true.

"Maybe so," the grey-eyed police inspector said slowly.

Whahuh? He really believed? Klein himself was surprised.

The gray-eyed inspector smiled at him and said, "An expert will come in two days and believe me, he should be able to help you recall your lost memories."

The expert? Help me remember my memories? In the field of psychology? Klein frowned.

Hey, what if his memory of Earth is revealed? He suddenly felt like facepalming himself.

The young police inspector put down his notes and searched his desk and room. Fortunately, he focused on books rather than lifting the kettle.

"Well, Mr. Klein, thank you for your cooperation. We recommend that you do not leave Tingen for the coming days. If necessary, tell Inspector Mountbatten, or you'll be a fugitive" the grey-eyed police inspector warned.

That her? That's all for today? No other questions with deeper investigation? Or take me back to the police station to torture me for information? Klein's confused.

Nevertheless, he also wanted to solve the strange happenings that Welch had brought. So he nodded.

"That's not gonna be a problem."

The inspectors came out of the room one by one, and the young man at the other end suddenly patted Klein on the shoulder.

"This is very good. Very lucky."

"What?" Klein's face was confused.

The green-eyed police inspector with the poet's temperament smiled and said, "In general, the norm is that all parties involved die in such an event. We're so happy and lucky to see you're alive."

After which, he walked out of the room and closed the door behind him politely.

The norm is everyone dies together? So glad that I'm still alive? Good thing I'm alive?

On this June afternoon, Klein's entire body was cold.