Part 4 The Undead Chapter 140 The Results of the Channeling
After witnessing the departure of the messenger lady, Klein glanced at the letter paper grasped in his hand and once again considered the question of Sibylang.
He felt he had to be prepared for Mr. Aztec to not write back for a month after that, meaning that when the beginning of July rolled around, there was a chance that he would only be going to Sibiran with a few military personnel, without the protection of the former Consul of the Dead, which would always keep the shadow of the School of the Rose looming over him.
”Two options, if you are sure that the danger is very great, then directly give up the identity of Dawn Dantes, on the contrary, seriously consider the ‘client list’, will not put any suspected involvement with the Rose School forces into the scope of contact …… hmmm Instead, it would be better to preset the target first, so that accidents can be controlled …… The information provided by Danitz should come from the ‘Iceberg Lieutenant General’, which has two indigenous generals who seem to be more unique ah …… other Any power, no matter what, will always mark whether it is closer to Ruen, Intis, Fossak, or Feneport, or multiple internal factions have their own tendencies to reach a balance, only they, the note does not include foreign countries, only to get the spirit of the Order to support a …… “Klein from the beginning to read the letter again, vaguely grasp the point of the content, vaguely grasping something.
He initially suspected that these two indigenous generals were connected to the Church of Knowledge, and by not marking them, “Iceberg Lieutenant General” Edwina had intentionally highlighted their special characteristics, telling Germaine Sparrow that this was someone she could work with.
In this way, she didn’t need to worry about the possibility of news leaking out from Danez, as there was no news to leak, all that existed were hints.
”Mesangyes, Katami …… the former has the support of the royal lineage within the Spirit Order, and the latter secretly claims to be a descendant of the God of Death …… heh, even if it’s true, it’s still a descendant of an unknown number of generations, and if one meets Mr. Aztec. What should I call him?” Klein let out a laugh and casually shook his hand, burning the letter paper.
He then enjoyed a fine afternoon tea in the semi-open room with a large balcony until Walter, the butler, came in and whispered:
”Sir, another officer has come to the door, for the case of Caron’s suicide.”
The obvious clues in this matter always pointed to Dawn Dantes, so even with Baron Sindras handling the follow-up, the police officers still had to come over to visit from time to time, or else those newspaper reporters would surely say that they were derelict in their duties.
As for the case of the attack on Councilor Macht, since Dawn Dantes was only a more important witness, she was no longer disturbed after taking her statement.
”Ask them to go to that sitting room on the second floor by the garden.” Klein put the half-eaten light cream sponge cake back on the tray and took a sip of black tea.
As the master, he didn’t have to worry about wasting the afternoon tea refreshments because the remainder went to the footmen and maids, and if he ate it clean every time or asked for it to be prepared just right, the reputation of miserliness would spread among the servants in this neighborhood and thus enter the ears of the ladies and gentlemen.
Walter responded without much change in his expression:
”They are asking you to come to the police station because today is the day the Caron family will identify the suspect.
”They said that it was very sorry, but it was part of a necessary process and could not be missed.”
Klein slowly got up and said:
”I can understand that, Richardson, go get my coat, hat and cane.”
Now that he had jumped in, he was quite happy to see from the sidelines just what had happened to Caron and his family and how things would turn out for Baron Sindras.
……
Inside a spacious room at the North District police precinct.
Klein met Caron’s family, an elderly gentleman, an elderly woman, a lady approaching forty, a teenager of fifteen or sixteen, and a girl under ten, through a glass that served as a wall.
Their eyes swept over one of the suspects behind the wall of glass, and at the same time landed on the face of Dawn Dantes.
”That’s him! That’s him!” The teenager shouted, his eyes turning red all at once and his hands clenching into fists as he tried to rush the glass wall.
”It’s him, officer, it’s him.” The lady in her late forties burst into tears, looking at Dawn Dantes with a mixture of pain and hatred.
The little girl she was holding cried out:
”Daddy! Give me back my daddy!”
The two old men each wiped their tears, one forcing composure, the other sobbing to the point of fainting, and an atmosphere of sadness filled the room at once.
However, Klein had never even seen them before this.
Implanted memories? He frowned slightly, sighing as he speculated on what had happened to the Caron family.
Meanwhile, inside the underground morgue of this police station.
Daley Simone picked up a pencil and sketched with a slightly shaky body.
Because she had come to the police station to help, in and out of the possibility of encountering a newspaper reporter, she did not wear the usual psychic robes, changed into a black and white checkered policewoman’s uniform, the upper body of the shirt, the lower body of the skirt, with knee-high leather boots.
At this point, she moved her palms back and forth uncontrollably, and the surface of the paper soon appeared as a desk, a convex belly window, an ink bottle, a revolver, and other items.
And on the convex belly window, there is reflected a figure.
This silhouette hair neatly combed back, silver-white and black mixed, broad brain, cheekbones are quite high, more wrinkles, it is Baron Sindras!
Snap! The pencil in Daly’s hand dropped on the paper.
She then looked up and said to Leonard Mitchell, who had volunteered to help, and the two inspectors in charge of coordinating communication:
”The second Caron committed suicide, there existed within him a rather strong resistance, that is to say, there were hints and guidance for his suicide, which is not a simple psychological problem, but necessarily involves higher levels of extraordinary power.
”And this contradiction this confrontation caused him to have an emotional breakdown and a spiritual explosion, restoring his true self to a certain extent before his death, this is the image fixed in his ‘eyes’.”
The senior inspector next to him frowned:
”Ms. Simone, are you saying that the last thing Caron saw was the real murderer? That Baron Sindras was indeed the real murderer?”
Leonard Mitchell snorted at once:
”What the eyes see may not be the same as the truth.
”When I say illusion, you may not understand it, but if I were the murderer, it would be perfectly possible to find someone very much like Baron Sindras to appear in the room before Caron committed suicide.”
The two inspectors, satisfied with this explanation, said with simultaneous relief:
”We’ll immediately arrange for Caron’s family to come over, and we’ll trouble you two to get more and more authentic clues in a way that won’t hurt them.”
”Good.” Daley rubbed the corners of her eyes and said, “I’ll go to the washroom first.”
She had not applied any strange eye shadow or blush this time, and except for the fact that her skin appeared paler, she was completely devoid of the demonic feeling, and, she seemed to have aged quite a bit younger all of a sudden, regressing from her early thirties to her twenties, with an open brow and clear features.
Leonard Mitchell, thinking that he would be busy for a long time to come, followed suit, leaving the morgue and making his way to the lavatory, which was situated on the upper floor.
The two men had just finished the steps and rounded the corner when they suddenly saw a gentleman with graying sideburns appear at the other end of the corridor, heading for the police station door with his valet.
The gentleman was mature and elegant, with eyes as deep as a lake under the moon, and was none other than Dawn Dantes.
Daley Simone drifted off for a moment, turned her head thoughtfully to Leonard Mitchell, and realized that the dark-haired, green-pupiled “poet” was also watching Dawn Dantes.
”Why did you suddenly apply to help me before? That Spirit Order member should be about to lock up, you guys don’t lack things to do ……,” Daley didn’t give Leonard a chance to find an excuse, paused for a second, and directly asked, “Do you think that gentleman just now has a problem?”
Leonard withdrew his eyes and said after two seconds of silence:
”Dawn Dantes has met His Excellency the Archbishop.”
He purposely did not make an affirmation or a denial, only seemingly mentioning St. Anthony in reply.
The implication was that His Eminence the Archbishop hadn’t said that there was something wrong with Dawn Dantes, whether he hadn’t realized it or simply hadn’t said anything, that was unknown.
Daly nodded gently, her eyes turning inward to the lavatory.
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On Wednesday morning, Audrey Hall, with her invitation in hand, took a carriage and arrived in Pacefield Street, where St. Samuel’s Church is located.
The soon-to-be-established “Ruane Charitable Scholarship Fund” is located at No. 22 on this street, and the house belongs to the Church of the Night and does not require the payment of rent.
Before getting out of the carriage, Audrey looked out of the window, invitation in hand, and looked forward to the future.
She would become a member of the Board of Trustees and would work in the fundraising and outreach department.