Part 2 The Faceless Man Chapter 230 A One Man Show
The visitor, a man in a dark green letter carrier’s uniform, smiled curtly at Klein:
”Is that Mr. Sherlock Moriarty?”
”Yes.” Klein vaguely guessed the other party’s intention.
The visitor immediately raised his right hand and handed over a palm-sized thing wrapped in layers of black gauze:
”Your package, please sign for it.”
Klein deliberately revealed his own doubts:
”Isn’t it normal that I should be given a slip to pick it up at the corresponding post office myself?”
The Rune Kingdom’s postal system was a perfect copy of Intis, and even its shortcomings were copied, any mail that couldn’t be shoved directly into the mailbox, no matter what it was, they would just give the recipient a “pickup slip” and let them get busy on their own.
”…… Haha, because it’s rather valuable, it has to be delivered to you personally.” That mailman froze for a moment and said.
Looks like you’re not professional enough to be a real letter carrier …… Klein didn’t ask any more questions, took the package, pen, and slip, and finished signing off with a brush.
Closing the door and returning to the living room, he didn’t rush to open the package, but pulled out a gold coin and juggled it to flick it into midair.
Snap!
Klein caught the gold coin and looked down to see if it was a portrait or a number.
Numbers facing up, indicating a negative, no lurking danger …… Klein nodded slightly, put away the gold coin, touched the paper figure in his clothing pocket, and carefully unwrapped the package.
After layer after layer of black gauze was opened, the things inside were clearly presented in his sight, respectively, a pocket watch with a light gold color and elegant pattern, a handkerchief dyed with dark red blood, seven or eight short brown curls tied together and a stack of sticky notes.
Talim’s belongings, hair, flesh and blood, daily records, all complete …… Prince Edzak’s work efficiency is very high, this is not yet night …… Klein looked at those things spread out on the coffee table, suddenly felt that at this moment there are many gazes in the watching himself.
An ancient, inherited more than two thousand years of angel family, the depth of the absolute beyond imagination, involved in the royal family tipping is really at any time and place may be crushed into powder …… Maybe I have now been monitored …… I have to show enough mediocrity, enough useless, to be able to guarantee his own safety …… Klein had long since figured out what to do, and unhurriedly examined his pocket watch, handkerchief, and hair.
This process gave no warning from his psychic intuition, did not prevent him from performing divination.
Once he had something in mind, Klein was within the parlor, drew out his letter-paper, took up his fountain pen, and wrote down the divinatory statement:
”The real cause of Talim Dumont’s death.”
He behaved graciously and frankly, and did not seem to feel that he was under surveillance at the moment.
Grabbing his curls and handkerchief, Klein mumbled the divination statement as he pressed back against the back of the couch, his eyes turning deeper into meditation.
Seven times later, he arrived in the dream world and saw the familiar halls of the Kraig Club.
Immediately afterward, he once again witnessed Talim Dumont collapse with a twisted expression as he squeezed the location of his heart tightly.
”Such a revelation suggests that Talim did indeed die of a sudden heart attack ……” Crane whispered to himself as he opened his eyes.
He frowned with a puzzled, uncomprehending and thoughtful expression.
He tried several times over with different divination statements and got the same result.
He got up and paced, going back and forth several times.
He clenched his fist and smacked himself on the head, as if angry that he wasn’t good enough to help his friend track down the real culprit.
Finally, he sat down in dismay and remained motionless for a long time, as if he were the silhouette of a stone statue in the dimly lit room.
Almost, can t push too hard …… If no one is monitoring, I just fought with the air …… Klein laughed to himself and shook his head, getting up and walking to the kitchen.
After dinner, he seemed to perk up again and perused what was written on the stack of sticky notes, which included what Talim had done and who he had seen on the day of his death and in the days leading up to it.
Home, Red Rose Manor, the Kraig Club, Viscount Conard’s mansion …… There was nothing out of the ordinary …… Crane picked up a sharpened pencil and drew multiple circles, marking the places he would visit and the targets of his inquiries over the next few days.
After doing this, he let out a long sigh and packed up his belongings with little confidence and shuffled off to bed.
In the middle of the night when the red moon was hidden by layers of clouds, Klein suddenly opened his eyes and woke up.
He rolled out of bed, opened the door slowly, and entered the washroom next door, hiding his body with a paper man double.
Taking four steps backwards, he came out onto the gray mist and sat down in the place of the Fool.
His eyes were clear, no longer disheveled, depressed or pessimistic.
Immediately afterward, Klein took out the projection of the bloodstained handkerchief from the hidden pocket of his old pajamas.
When he was packing up his belongings, he used his extraordinary ability as a “magician” to pull out the handkerchief and hide it on his body!
Taking a breath, Klein manifested a pen and paper, and wrote down a divination statement that was no different from the first one:
”The true cause of Talim Dumont’s death.”
After seven times of calm and peaceful meditation, he took the paper and the handkerchief, leaned back in his chair, and fell into a deep sleep in the silence and emptiness of the ancient palace.
In the gray, detached, unreal world, Klein saw a very different picture from the previous one.
What appeared in his eyes was a hand-carved palm-sized puppet, complete with eyes, nose and mouth.
There were a few drops of dark red blood on the puppet’s body, giving it a slightly demonic color.
A palm reached out, the skin was fair and delicate, smooth and chiseled, the five fingers were long and slender, and the bones and flesh were even.
The most noticeable thing was that this palm was wearing a sapphire inlaid, chicly shaped ring on top of its little finger.
Snap!
The forefinger of that palm dazzled with illusory black flame, pointing at the puppet’s heart position.
Wordlessly, the image shattered, and Klein awoke from his dream.
His initial judgment was not wrong, Talim did die from the curse!
But the question was, all got the image of the moment of the curse, why didn’t it show the panorama? This mysterious space above the gray fog is able to exclude interference ah …… Klein was a little puzzled for a moment.
Normally, the revelation obtained is too abstract, too easy to misinterpret, is the problem of his own limited level of divination, is the problem of wanting to divine things that are too difficult, and has nothing to do with the gray fog, can be understood, but just now clearly has clearly presented the scene before and after the curse, but is limited to a very small portion of the scene, did not provide a relatively more effective revelation, it is quite puzzling.
Has …… there been a similar situation before? Klein dug into his own experience to find out why.
Suddenly, he sat up straight for a moment, remembering a similar experience.
At Tingen, when he had divined the real reason behind several coincidences, a similar situation had occurred!
He had clearly seen the house with the red chimney, but he could not reach Ince Zangwill and the seal “0-08” inside the house!
Is this something or someone at the level of a “0” seal fighting against the power of the gray mist? Kraven narrowed his eyes sharply.
No, not necessarily, there are still a lot of possibilities, we need to double check! He tried to calm down.
As for how to confirm it, it was hard to beat the experienced man, the method was simple: do the same divination again.
If the image of the revelation remained the same, then it meant that things weren’t that scary, and if the divination was no longer successful, it meant that the target or something close to the target was able to fight the gray fog in some way, just like “0-08” did!
Taking a deep breath, Klein repeated the previous divination with a calm expression.
”The real cause of Talim Dumont’s death.”
……
He leaned back in his chair and chanted in a low voice, his eyes gradually turning deeper.
In the dream world, all he saw was a hazy, broken gray fog, no more puppets or fingers.
Brush!
Klein straightened his back, his expression unusually grave.
What exactly was Talim involved in? He frowned and muttered to himself.
What to do next, he no longer had any doubt, that was to be passive and perfunctory, bluffing Prince Edzak for a while before telling him that he really couldn’t investigate the truth.
Whew, this world is really scary, if you are not careful, you will come into contact with extremely horrible things …… Klein sighed darkly, did not dare to stay any longer, and flew back to the washroom in reality.
……
Tuesday morning at nine o’clock, Crown Cemetery.
Wearing a black shirt, black vest and black tweed overcoat, holding flowers bought at a cost of 12 Soules, Klein stood at the edge of the crowd, his expression sullen as he watched Talim Dumont’s coffin being carried over, receiving a requiem and being buried a little bit into the earth.
During this process, Talim’s mother’s eyes were red and swollen, and several times she tried to speak but sobbed uncontrollably, and his father’s hair was gray and haggard, and he was a little trembling just standing there.
The scene was reflected in the eyes, Klein tilted his head slightly and closed his eyes.
Waiting for the people attending the funeral to leave one after another, he walked over and bent his waist, placing the plain white flowers in his hand on top of the same kind.
I’m sorry …… he murmured in his mind.
Standing up straight and stepping back to the side, ready to leave, Klein noticed Mike, the reporter, and Alan, the surgeon, leaning in close.
”It’s such a shame, I didn’t expect Talim to, at all, to, ah ……” Mike’s expression sank as he failed to finish.
The always cold and aloof Alan took off his glasses, wiped the corners of his eyes, and sighed in a low voice:
”He was a passionate guy who didn’t deserve to end up like this.”
”Yeah, he had hopes of getting rid of the bad reputation his grandfather left behind.” Klein chimed in.
Just then, he saw a female figure in a heavy black dress and face-covering veil walk towards the front of Talim’s grave, also holding a bouquet of white flowers.
Klein averted his eyes without much concern, leaving only his remaining light to glance that way.
The woman bent down to place the flowers, revealing her black-gauze gloved left palm.
A blue jewel was hidden in the little finger of her left palm.
Klein’s scalp tingled for a moment.
His entire body was tingling.