Chapter X Normal

"Who?"

Klein was thinking about the mysterious suicide of the original owner and the unknown dangers he might encounter. When he heard the sudden knock at the door, he subconsciously opened the drawer, took out the revolver, and asked with caution.

The door was quiet for two seconds, and a slightly shrill voice shouted in Ahowa:

"I, Monbatton, Beech Monbatton."

The voice paused and added:

"Police."

Beach Monbarton... As the name penetrated his ears, Klein immediately thought of its corresponding owner.

That is one of the policemen in charge of the block where the apartment is located. He is a rude and brutal man who loves to do things. However, perhaps only such a person can shock those drunks, thieves, part-time thieves, villains, and hooligans.

And his unique voice is one of his labels.

"All right, I'll be right now!" Klein shouted back.

He had intended to throw the revolver back into the drawer but thought that the police outside didn't know why they came and might search, so he carefully ran to the stove where the afterlife had been extinguished and put the revolver in.

Next, he picked up the small basket containing coal, shook several pieces into the furnace, covered the gun, and finally put the kettle on the top to cover everything.

After finishing all this, he sorted out his clothes, quickly approached the door, opened it, and said vaguely:

"Sorry, I just took a nap."

Outside the door stood four policemen in black and white plaid uniforms, wearing badges and soft hats, and Beach Monbarton, with brown whiskers, coughed and said to Klein:

"These three officers have something to ask you."

Officer? Klein conditionally looked at the other three's epaulets and found that two of them had three silver hexagons and one had two, both of which looked higher than Beach Monbarton, who had only three V-shaped labels.

As a history student, Klein has no research on the rank of police epaulets, only knowing that Beach Monbatton often boasts that he is a senior police chief.

So, which three are inspectors? Influenced by the conversation of his eldest brother, Benson, and Welch, Klein still knew a little common sense. He moved away from his body and pointed to the room and said:

"Please come in. I don't know what it is?"

The leader of the three police officers is a middle-aged man with sharp eyes as if he could see through the heart and make people afraid. He has obvious wrinkles in the corners of his eyes and light brown hair on the edge of his hat. He looks at the room and asks in a deep voice:

"Do you know Welch McGovern?"

"What's the matter with him?" Klein asked with a shudder.

"I'm asking you." The dignified middle-aged police officer looked at me.

The police officer next to him, who also wore a three-star epaulet, looked at Klein and said with a gentle smile:

"Don't worry, we just ask routinely."

The police officer was about thirty years old, with a straight nose and gray eyes, which gave people an indescribable sense of depth, just like the lake in the old forest that no one cared about.

Klein took a deep breath and organized his words

"If you refer to Welch McGovern, a graduate of Hoy University from Conston, I am sure we are classmates, following the same mentor, Quentin Cohen, senior associate professor."

In the Kingdom of Lun, "professor" is not only a professional title but also a position. It is like the combination of professor and department head on earth. That is to say, a university can only have one professor in a department. If an associate professor wants to become "positive", he can only wait for his immediate supervisor to retire or squeeze out the other by strength.

Given the need to retain talents, after years of exploration, the Royal Council of Higher Education has added senior associate professors to the three-level system of lecturers, associate professors, and professors, and gave them high academic level or old enough qualifications, but could not become professors.

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

"To be honest, our relationship is quite good. During this time, I often met with him and Naya to read and discuss the 'Quaternary' literature and a note he got. What happened to him, officer?"

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

The officer with gray eyes and ordinary features, wearing a badge and soft hat, Wen Wen replied:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Welch passed away."

"Why?" Although he had some premonitions, Klein could not help but exclaim in astonishment.

Welch also died like the original owner of his body.

This is a bit scary!

"What about Naya?" Klein hurriedly asked.

"Ms. Naya also passed away," said the gray-eyed police officer calmly. "They both died in Mr. Welch's house."

"Killed?" Klein vaguely guessed.

Maybe it was suicide

The gray-eyed officer shook his head:

"No, according to the traces at the scene, they committed suicide. Mr. Welch hit the wall with his head, and many times and the wall was covered with blood. Ms. Naya drowned herself in a basin, and, uh, the kind used to wash her face."

"It's impossible..." Klein stood up and seemed to be able to imagine the strange scene.

The girl knelt on the chair and buried her face in the washbasin filled with water. Her brown hair fell and swayed in the wind, but the whole person remained motionless; Welch fell to the ground with his eyes fixed on the ceiling. His forehead was completely shattered and covered with blood, and the marks of the impact on the wall were bloody one after another

The officer with grey eyes moved his mouth and said:

"We also think so, but the autopsy results and the situation at the scene exclude factors such as drugs and external forces. They, I mean, Mr. Welch and Ms. Naya, have no signs of resistance."

Before Klein spoke again, he walked into the room and asked casually:

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

He said while gesturing to his companion with two silver stars.

That was a young police officer, who looked about the same size as Klein, had black temples and green eyes, looked good, and had the romantic temperament of a poet.

When he heard the question, Klein turned his mind and replied thoughtfully:

"It should be June 26th. We read a new note together. After that, I went home to prepare for the interview on the 30th. Well, the interview in the Department of History of the University of Tyngen."

Tingen is known as the city of universities, with two universities, Tingen and Hoy, and a technical school, a bar school, and a business school, second only to the capital Beckrand.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the young police officer walking to the desk and picking up the "notes" that looked more like a diary.

too bad! Forget to hide it! Klein shouted, "You!"

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

"This is a necessary procedure."

At this time, Beach Monbarton and the dignified middle-aged police officers were just watching, without any words or assistance in the search.

What about your search warrant? Klein intended to ask this question, but after careful consideration, it seems that the judicial system of the Kingdom of Lun has not evolved such a thing as a search warrant. At least I don't know whether it has. After all, even the police force has only been established for fifteen or six years.

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

Klein could not stop him and watched the young police officer quickly read "his notes", while the gray-eyed police officer did not ask any more questions.

"What strange thing?" The young police officer turned to the end and suddenly said, "What's the meaning of this sentence? 'Everyone will die, including me'..."

Isn't it common sense that everyone dies except the gods? Klein was prepared to quibble, but it suddenly occurred to him that he had planned to "connect" with the police to prevent possible dangers. He was just suffering for no reason and no excuse.

In less than a second, he made a decision, covered his forehead with his hand, and answered painfully:

"I don't know, I don't know... When I woke up this morning, I felt that I was not right. It seemed that I had forgotten something, especially what happened in recent days. I didn't even know why I wrote such a sentence."

Sometimes, candor is the best way to solve problems. Of course, candor has to be skillful. What can be said and what cannot be said is on the one hand, and what should be said first and then what should be said is on the other hand.

As a "keyboard" expert, Klein has also studied some scripts.

"Absurd! Do you think we are fools?" Beach Monbarton interrupted angrily, and he couldn't help it.

This lie is too clumsy. It is an insult to the IQ of others!

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

"Really." Klein calmly responded to the eyes of Montbarton and the middle-aged police officer.

It really can't be true anymore.

"Maybe it's possible." At this time, the officer with grey eyes spoke slowly.

what? That's it? Klein himself was surprised.

The gray-eyed officer smiled at him and said:

"An expert will come in two days. Believe me, she should help you recall the lost memory."

Experts? Help recall? In the field of psychology? Klein frowned.

Hey, what if I make the memory of the earth? He suddenly felt toothache.

The young police officer put down his notes and searched his desk and room. Fortunately, he focused on books and didn't take a look at the kettle.

"Well, Mr. Klein, thank you for your cooperation. In recent days, you'd better not leave Tyngen. If you have to, please inform Officer Montbarton, or you will become a fugitive." Officer Grey Mou finally warned.

Is this over? Is it over today? Don't ask any more questions and investigate again. Or take me back to the police station for punishment? Klein was in a daze.

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

"No problem."

The police officers exited the room in turn, and the young man walking at the end suddenly patted Klein on the shoulder:

"Good, lucky."

"What?" Klein looked confused.

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

"Generally speaking, it is normal for all parties to die in such an event."

"We are very happy and lucky to see you still alive."

With that, he went out of the room and closed the door with civility.

Is it normal to die all? I'm glad I'm still alive. I'm lucky I'm still alive.

On this June afternoon, Klein was cold all over.