The Truth Of The Mysteries
Case

“Who is this?

Upon hearing the knocking sound Laville immediately opened the drawer and held the revolver just in case.

He is suspicious because someone came while he was looking into his mysterious suicide.

A moment later the voice of reply sounded, “I Boerey, Stalk Boerey.”

Laville thought for a moment before the person added, “Police.”

Stalk Boerey, Police officer.Laville immediately exclaimed in surprise. He soon remembers her, she was one of the police officers on duty in the region, she was able to overcome and become a deterrent to alcoholics, thieves, criminals, and part-time thieves. He has a unique voice.

“What are the police doing here?” Laville planned to hide her revolver in a drawer, but she soon remembered. What if they searched the room both the bed, the closet and the others.

Because of this, Laville abandoned the idea and hid the revolver in the stove.

He put it into the stove and stacked it with coal then placed kettles and pans on it in hopes of not being found.

“Alright, wait a minute I'll be there soon!” Laville responded loudly.

Then he rushed to open the door.

“I'm sorry, I just took a nap.” Laville said apologizing.

At the front door were four policemen in checkered uniforms with top hats. Stalk Boerey who had a brownish mustache, coughed and said to Laville, “These three inspectors have a question you want to ask.”

The inspector? Laville looked at the shoulder insignia of the other three policemen reflexively and found that two of them had three silver hexagons and one had two hexagons, both of which looked superior to Stalk Boerey, it has only three chevrons.

As a graduate student of Laville's university of history did little or no research, except when Stalk Boerey boasted about him being of high rank.

But the three people in front of him looked taller than Stalk Boerey, obviously they were real inspectors.

“Please enter. Inspector, can I help you?” Laville asked as she looked at the three inspectors in front of her.

One of the three people who was their leader, a middle-aged man with brown hair who was combed slightly back with a sharp look in his eyes made Laville feel afraid.

His eyes wrinkled, he looked around the room and asked in a heavy tone, “Do you know Welech Morvern?”

“Welech? What's wrong with him? What happened to him?” Laville shook and said back.

“I asked a question.” Said the dignified middle-aged policeman had a firm look in his eyes.

The inspector beside him advanced a little while smiling gently as he looked at Laville and said, “Just calm down, don't be nervous. We only do regular inspections.”

The police in their thirties with straight noses, and gray eyes were like a calm lake that was deep in the depths of a desolate ancient forest like no one had ever explored, he said, it gave him an indescribable sense of depth.

He immediately took a breath and arranged his words.

“If you mean Welech Morvern, a graduate of Brecklund University and from Constanty, then I'm sure I know him. We were classmates with the same mentor. Professor Alden Cohen.”

In the kingdom of Leon ‘Professor’ is not only a professional degree, but also positions such as a combination of professors and deans of departments on earth.

That means there is only one professor in the university department, if they want to become professors then they have to wait for the previous professor to retire. Or it could be forced to replace their position with their ability.

Because talent needs to be retained, the royal higher education commission has added senior associate professors in the lecturer-level system, associate professors and professors after years of observation.

This degree will be awarded to those who have high academic achievement or with sufficient seniority but do not successfully achieve the position of professor.

At this point, Laville looked at the middle-aged inspector and thought for a moment.

“To be honest our relationship is quite good. During this period I often met with him and Nayla to interpret and discuss the Fourth Epoch notebook and the Disaster Year notebook that belonged to him. Inspector, did something happen to him?”

After hearing that, instead of answering. The middle-aged policeman with gray eyes looked next to his colleague.

Inspector with a top hat and ordinary appearance replied gently, “Sorry, mr. Welech has passed away.”

“What?” Despite having some premonition, Laville could not help but shout and be surprised.

Welech died like the original owner of this body?

That's really scary!

“Then what about Nayla?” Laville immediately asked in a hurry.

“Nona Nayla also passed away.” The police inspector said calmly. “Both died at host Welech.”

“Kill?” Laville asked the inspectors in front of her.

Would it be suicide?

“No, the marks left at the place indicate that they committed suicide.”

“It was found that Mr. Welech committed suicide by banging his head repeatedly against the wall due to the discovery of rich blood stains on the walls of the room. As for Miss Nayla, she committed suicide by drowning her own head in the basin It was the basin used to wash her face.”

“Cannot!”... Labille's hair stood up as it seemed she was able to imagine what the scene would look like.

The inspector with gray eyes continued, “We also believe so. But we did not find any sign of external force or of struggle. Also no sign of drug use found on them.”

Without giving a chance to ask again, he stepped foot inside while looking at the area of the room around while pretending to be relaxed, “When did you last see Welech and Nayla?”

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

He is a young inspector who looks the same age as Laville with a black sideburn and pale green pupils, he seems to have the romantic aura of a poet.

When she heard the question, Laville 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 Brecklund University."

Brecklund is known as a university town. There are two universities, Brecklund and Vhey, as well as technical schools, law faculties, psychological, and business schools. It was the second after Synter, the capital city.

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!" Laville 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, Stalk Boerey and the dignified middle-aged police inspector were just watching without interrupting or aiding the search.

“Where is your search warrant?” Laville intended to question them, but in retrospect, the justice system of the Leon Kingdom 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.

Laville 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? 'Everyone who knows the truth will die, including me'…"

Doesn't it make sense that everyone dies except God? Laville was ready to quibble, but it suddenly occurred to her that she had planned to "relate" with the police if there was a possibility of danger, but she 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, Laville is also good at sophism.

"That's ridiculous! Do you think we're stupid?" Stalk Boerey unwillingly interjected angrily.

“This is 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 the truth." Laville replied frankly, looking into the eyes of Boerey and the middle-aged police inspector. It really couldn't be more true.

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

Whahuh? He really believed? Laville herself 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? Laville 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. Laville, thank you for your cooperation. We recommend that you do not leave Calses 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? Laville'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 Laville on the shoulder.

"This is very good. Very lucky."

"What?" Laville'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.

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? Fortunately I'm still alive?

Laville was confused and confused because of the previous sentence.

On this April afternoon, Laville's entire body was cold.

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