THE HANGED MAN

Chapter 12 Coming again

Sister, can we not pick up any of the pots? Klein secretly complained, only to feel his head start to throb and hurt again.

The original owner has forgotten not much knowledge, but definitely a lot. There will be an interview the day after tomorrow, so there is no time to make up for it...

And he was also involved in a weird and terrifying incident, how could he have the heart to "review"...

After giving his sister a few perfunctory words, Klein began to pretend to read. Melissa moved a chair, sat next to her, and started doing her homework by the light of the gas lamp.

The atmosphere was peaceful and peaceful, and at almost eleven o'clock, the brother and sister said good night to each other and went to bed.

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Boom!

Boom!

There was a knock on the door, and Klein woke up from his dream.

He glanced at the morning light outside the window, turned over and sat up with his head slightly confused:

"Who?"

What time is it? Why didn't Melissa wake me up?

"I, Dunn Smith." A steady male voice answered outside the door.

Dunn Smith? I don’t know... Klein shook his head and got out of bed and walked towards the door.

He opened the door and saw the police officer with gray eyes from yesterday.

"What happened?" Klein asked warily.

The gray-eyed police officer replied with a serious expression:

"We found a carriage driver who confirmed that you went to Mr. Welch's residence on the 27th, the day Mr. Welch and Ms. Naya died, and that Mr. Welch paid for the carriage for you. .”

Klein was stunned for a moment, not feeling any fear or guilt at having his lie exposed.

Because he was not lying at all, but felt that the evidence provided by gray-eyed police officer Dunn Smith was beyond his expectations.

On June 27, the original owner went to Welch's residence and committed suicide the same night he came back, just like Welch and Naya!

Klein opened his mouth and said with a wry smile:

"This is not strong enough evidence to directly prove that I am related to the deaths of Welch and Naya. To be honest, I also want to know what happened and find out what happened to my two poor friends, but, but, I I really can’t remember, I almost completely forgot what I did on the 27th. You may not believe it, but I relied solely on my own notes to barely guess that I might have been to Welch’s residence on the 27th.”

"The psychological quality is good." Gray-eyed police officer Dunn Smith nodded without anger or smile.

"You should be able to hear my sincerity." Klein looked directly into the other person's eyes.

What I said is all the truth, of course, only part of the truth!

Dunn Smith did not respond immediately. He glanced around the room and then said slowly:

"Mr. Welch has lost a revolver, and I think I should be able to find him here, right, Mr. Crane?"

Sure enough... Klein finally figured out the origin of the revolver. His thoughts raced like lightning and he made a decision in an instant.

He half-raised his hands, stepped back step by step, and got out of the way. Then he pointed to the bunk bed with his chin and said:

"On the back of the bed."

He didn't specify the one below, because no one would hide something on the back of the upper bed where it would be plainly visible to visitors.

Gray-eyed police officer Dunn did not move forward, but twitched the corner of his mouth and said:

"Is there anything you want to add?

Klein answered without hesitation:

"have!"

"I woke up in the middle of the night last night and found myself lying on the desk with a revolver next to me and bullets at the foot of the wall. It looked like I had experienced a suicide, but maybe I was inexperienced, had never used a pistol, or was scared at the last moment. In short, the bullet did not have the expected effect, my head is still intact, and I am alive to this day."

"Since then, I have forgotten some memories, including what I did when I went to Welch's residence on the 27th and what I saw. I'm not lying, I really don't remember."

In order to clear the suspicion and solve the strange incident that entangled him, Klein told almost everything, except for time travel and the "party".

In addition, he modified his wording to make every sentence stand the test. For example, he did not say that the bullet did not hit the head, but only mentioned that it did not achieve the expected effect and that the head was still intact afterwards.

To others, the two words almost mean the same thing, but in fact they are completely different.

Gray-eyed police officer Dunn listened quietly and spoke slowly:

"This is in line with the development I speculated, and also in line with the hidden logic of similar previous incidents. Of course, I don't know how you survived."

"As long as you believe it, I don't know how I survived." Klein breathed a sigh of relief.

"But." Dunn threw out a turning point, "I believe it's useless. Now you are highly suspected. You must pass the confirmation of an 'expert' to confirm that you really forgot about the encounter, or really did not directly cause Wei The deaths of Mr. Erchi and Ms. Naya.”

He coughed and his expression turned serious:

"Mr. Klein, please cooperate with the investigation and go back to the police station with us. This will take about two to three days, if you really have no problems."

"The experts are here?" Klein asked blankly.

Didn’t you say two days?

"She's earlier than we expected." Dunn turned sideways and motioned for Klein to go out.

"I'll leave a note." Klein requested.

Benson was still on a business trip and Melissa went to school. She could only leave a message telling them about something involving Welch and asking them not to worry.

Dunn nodded indifferently:

"Can."

Klein returned to the desk, found some paper to write on, and began to think about the next thing.

To be honest, he really didn't want to see the expert. After all, he still hid a bigger secret.

In a place where there are seven major churches, and under the premise that the suspected "predecessor" Emperor Russell was assassinated, things like "traveling" will probably go to the tribunal and arbitration tribunal!

However, without weapons, fighting skills, and extraordinary strength, he was no match for a professional police officer. What's more, there were several Dunn's subordinates standing in the darkness outside the door.

They drew their guns and fired a volley, and then they confessed!

"Huh, take it one step at a time." Klein left the note, took the key, and followed Dunn out of the room.

In the dim corridor, four police officers in black and white uniforms lined up on both sides, very alert.

Bang, bang, bang, Klein followed Dunn, walking down the wooden stairs step by step, and from time to time he could hear creaking sounds.

A four-wheeled, one-horse carriage was parked outside the apartment door. The police system logo of "crossed swords and surrounded by a crown" was painted on the side of the carriage. The surrounding area was as lively, crowded and noisy as every morning before.

"Go up." Dunn motioned to Klein to go first.

Just as Klein was about to take a step, an oyster vendor suddenly grabbed a customer and accused him of being a thief.

The two sides struggled, startling the horses, and the surroundings suddenly became chaotic.

Chance!

Klein didn't have time to think too much, he suddenly bent forward and rushed into the crowd.

Either pushing or dodging, he ran wildly towards the other end of the street.

Under the current circumstances, in order not to "meet" the experts, the only option was to go to the dock outside the city, take a boat down the Tasoke River, and escape to the capital Backlund, where there was a large population and it was easy to hide.

Of course, you can also take the steam train east to the nearest port of Enmatt, take the sea route to Pulitzer, and then go to Backlund.

Not long after, Klein ran to the corner of the street and turned into Iron Cross Street, where several hireable carriages were parked.

"Go to the dock outside the city." Klein held up his hand and jumped onto one of the vehicles.

He thought very clearly that he would first deliberately mislead the chasing police, and then he would jump off the carriage after it had moved some distance away!

"Okay." The coachman pulled up the reins.

Click, click, click, the carriage left Iron Cross Street.

Just as Klein was about to jump out of the car, he suddenly found that the carriage turned to another road, not the road leading outside the city!

"Where are you going?" Klein was stunned for a moment and blurted out.

"To Welch's residence..." the coachman replied in a steady tone.

What? In Klein's astonishment, the coachman turned around, revealing his deep and cold gray eyes. He was exactly like Officer Dunn Smith!

"You!" Klein was inexplicably frightened. He suddenly felt dizzy and sat up suddenly.

Sitting up? Klein looked left and right in confusion, and found that the red moon was shining outside the window, and the room was covered with "gauze."

He reached out and touched his forehead. It was moist and cold, covered in cold sweat, and he felt the same on his back.

"I had a nightmare..." Klein breathed out slowly, "It's okay, it's okay..."

He felt that he was quite awake in his dream and could think calmly, which was quite strange.

After calming down a bit, Klein took a look at his pocket watch and found that it was only after two o'clock in the middle of the night. He quietly got out of bed and planned to go to the public bathroom to wash his face and relieve his bloated abdomen.

After opening the door, he came to the dim corridor. Under the dim and difficult-to-discern moonlight, he approached the public bathroom with very gentle steps.

Suddenly, he saw a figure standing in front of the window at the end of the corridor.

The figure was wearing a black windbreaker that was shorter than a robe and longer than a formal suit.

The figure was half blended into the darkness, bathed in the cold crimson moonlight.

The figure slowly turned around, his eyes deep, gray, and cold.

Dunn Smith!