Part 2 The Faceless Man Chapter 224 Obituaries
It wasn’t the first time Klein had seen someone familiar die in front of him, but it was the most sudden and without forewarning, and he seemed to still have the look within his mind that Talim Dumont had just given him when he asked what it was like to really like someone, a vivid expression of latent excitement and bragging, but something in the way that he couldn’t share outright, and had to be careful.
It s too fast …… Normal diseases don t lead to death so quickly! Klein tapped his teeth with a stoic expression and turned on his psychic vision.
He dropped to one knee and crouched down, seeing Talim Dumont s aura and emotional colors fading fast.
While the location of the heart that was tightly covered had wisps of black aura wrapped around it like a snake and gradually dimmed.
Extraordinary means similar to a curse? Klein instantly made a preliminary judgment.
At this time, the waiter in the red vest and the nearby black and white skirted maid ran and arrived, looking at the dead man on the ground with his eyes round and wide open and white foam remaining at the corners of his mouth in horror.
Klein closed his eyes and commanded in a deep voice:
”Go to the nearby police station and tell them that someone died here.”
”Yes, Mr. Moriarty.” The red vest attendant instantly turned around and ran towards the door, so panicked that he even forgot to put on his jacket.
Under the gaze of a single eye, Klein didn’t bother to check Talim’s belongings or try to pull off a few hairs so that he could attempt divination when no one was around.
His identity is already considered semi-official and semi-underground, he can use the power of the “mechanical heart” to follow up the investigation, there is no need to be a lone hero.
Thinking about the scene of playing cards with Talim Dumont many times, thinking about the other party’s introduction of the commissioner and investor, thinking about that romance story that made him remember for a long time before the answer, Klein couldn’t help but let out a long, slow sigh.
”Who was Talim’s murderer?
”What extraordinary person who specializes in curses did Talim offend?
”Looking at today’s behavior, he should be in a very happy and stable state, with no self-consciousness at all of having provoked a terrible person ……”
A single question flashed within Klein’s mind, yet lacked the soil to generate inspiration because he didn’t know Talim Dumont well enough.
By the time the police arrived, he was questioned as an eyewitness, and there was a considerable delay.
It was not until this was accomplished that Klein had the opportunity to leave the Hillsborough area and go to the Lucky Man pub in the Birkeland Bridge area again.
Carlson was still drinking, but he had switched from pure malt distilled spirits to a golden, frothy beer.
Klein raised his right hand, half-covered and half-cupped his mouth, leaned over and tapped the tabletop:
”Is it your job to drink here every day?”
Carlson was startled, and only relaxed when he looked sideways and saw it was Sherlock Moriarty:
”What do you …… have going on again?”
This kind of reaction is very familiar ah …… Klein sighed silently and said gruffly:
”There’s a case involving extraordinary people.”
Carlson immediately looked around, found that at this time the “lucky” bar has a lot of guests, they either carry a glass of wine shouting, or eager to go to the boxing ring to compete.
”Come on, play a game of pool.” Carlson pushed down his thick glasses and took his beer towards an empty pool room.
Klein followed close behind and skillfully closed the door.
”You seem to be a pretty good drinker.” He began casually.
”No, I’m just a slow drinker.” Carlson set down his glass and picked up his club.
Then, inexplicably, he added:
”And I want to be alone these days.”
I don’t care about that …… Klein pursed his lips and said:
”I came across a death at the Krag Club in the Hillsdon district, it was a friend of mine, a noble scion, equestrian teacher, he was usually in good health and had been in very good spirits lately, but just now he died suddenly in front of me, it looked like a sudden heart attack, but my psychic vision tells me that he may have been cursed. ”
”You specialize in psychic vision?” Carlson subconsciously asked back.
What specifics did Mr. Stanton make up for me, exactly? After becoming an informant of the “Mechanical Heart”, they didn’t even ask me which pathway or sequence of extraordinary people I was, nor did they inquire about my origins …… Of course, letting an informant keep a certain amount of secrets of his own is also a tactic often used by official organizations. …… Klein responded frankly:
”Yes, that dead man’s chest had some illusory black aura that dimmed rapidly.”
”Indeed there may be a curse involved, involving the extraordinary.” Carlson did not ask more questions, slowly nodded and said, “Hilston District …… which is within the jurisdiction of our ‘Mechanical Heart’.”
In the northwestern region of Bakerland, which is the core area of this metropolis, the Queens District and Joe Wood District belong to the “vicarious punishers”, the West District and the North District belong to the “Night Watch”, and the Hillside District and Bakerland Bridge area are managed by the “Heart of Machinery”. Mechanical Heart”.
Speaking of this, Carlson looked to Klein for confirmation:
”Which deity does your friend believe in?”
After a few seconds of careful thought, Klein answered with a bit of hesitation:
”The Lord of Storms.”
”The believer of the ‘Lord of Storms’ …… is only one of his dead?” Carlson asked with a frown.
”Right.” Klein replied in the affirmative.
Carlson rubbed the tip of his cue and exhaled:
”We have no right to take it over, it’s the domain of the ‘vicarious punisher.
”But I will relay the information you submitted to them.”
In the Kingdom of Ruen, the principle of jurisdiction for transcendent events was that they were first divided by faith, and then by jurisdiction if they involved followers of multiple gods from multiple churches.
Klein was no stranger to this, and had no intention of making things difficult for Carlson, saying sincerely:
”Thank you, I hope they can find the real murderer soon.”
Carlsen took a sip from the wine glass that was placed next to him and said:
”That’s a noble scion, the vicarious punisher will surely take it seriously.”
Pausing for a second, he scowled at Klein and said in a low voice:
”I find it hard to believe that you’ve only been in Berkland for just over three months.
”You seem to have already established a wide range of contacts here and have numerous resources.”
”Some people are naturally good at that.” Klein shook his head in self-deprecation and excused himself.
By the time he returned to Minsk Street, it was completely dark and the gas streetlights were lit one by one by the staff.
While the friendship with Talim Dumont wasn’t exactly deep, he was also an acquaintance Klein ran into almost once a week, a friend who got together every other day for a game of cards, and Talim had been quite enthusiastic, touting Detective Inspector Moriarty all the time and physically presenting commissions and investments.
His passing likewise left Klein feeling sad and full of helplessness at his fate.
On top of that, he had quite a bit of anger towards the cursed murderer.
”I hope we can figure out what’s really going on, and I hope the ‘vicarious punishers’ aren’t understaffed because of Duke Negan’s assassination ……” Klein sighed, stepped out of the carriage, and headed for his house’s gate.
In the process, he noticed that there were no lights in the Summers’ house next door.
”Looks like they’re on their way to Dixie Bay …… Is this the New Year’s Eve mood in Birkeland? And I’m not feeling it at all ……” Klein sighed a little for a moment.
With this mood, he went to bed early and woke up at the chime of seven.
To switch his mood, Klein decided to try his hand at homemade cake today.
”I’ll get the ingredients after breakfast.” He whispered, sipping his milk and casually flipping through the newspaper.
Soon enough, he saw an “obituary” in the Tasok Gazette:
”Beloved son Talim Dumont died on December 18th of a sudden heart attack, his funeral will be held at Crown Cemetery on December 21st at 9:00 a.m. sharp, hereby obituary.”
– In the North Continent, an old tradition has developed, due to necrophilia and the like, of being buried as soon as possible after death, assuming, of course, that there is no shortage of money for that purpose.
Sudden heart attack? Is that the final finding? Or is it that the Punisher deliberately paralyzed the real culprit? Klein frowned, unable to tell.
Maybe we can go to the gray fog to divine whether it is the “substitution of punishment” trap, but the probability of failure, after all, neither the accompanying items, nor against my own …… He took a breath, calm down, and methodically fill his stomach.
Subsequent attempts did not meet Crane’s expectations, and he had to leave Minsk Street and take a bus to the Hilston district to visit Eisinger Stanton.
The great detective walked through the warm interior and pointed ahead:
”Sherlock, would you like a breakfast? My cook’s handiwork is no worse than mine.”
”No, I’ve already had breakfast.” Klein shook his head and declined the offer.
Eisinger stopped and asked casually:
”Where are you planning to go for New Year’s? I’m going back to, no, to Lemberg.”
”Haven’t finalized it yet, maybe the Mesopotamia.” Klein said perfunctorily.
”The scenery there would have been nice, but unfortunately coal and iron are abundant, and shipping is fairly well developed.” Eisinger straightened his collar and fiddled with the pipe in his pocket, “You seem a little anxious?”
”Mr. Stanton, there is something I would like to consult you about.” Klein smoothly described Talim Dumont’s death, the results of his own psychic vision, his advice to the “Mechanical Heart”, and this morning’s obituary in its entirety.
Of course, he hid the fact that he had become an informant for the Mechanical Mind, and only said that he had found the official extraordinary person he had met in the “Apostle of Desire” case for the sake of his friend.
”Do you think this is a trap for the ‘vicarious punisher’?” he finally asked. He finally asked.
Eisinger reached for his pipe and mused:
”I’ve been trying hard to avoid the Substitute Punisher, and I don’t know enough about the corresponding situation,” he said.
”I’ll ask someone to make inquiries, and if I hear anything, I’ll write and let you know.”
”Yes, thank you.” Crane curtsied sincerely.
Toward evening he received a letter from Eisinger, sent by special messenger, which contained only one sentence:
”This case was not handled by the ‘Substitute Punisher’; the crown asked for the case in the name of Talim Dumont being a descendant of nobility.”