The Faceless Man Chapter 190 – The Fate of Private Investigators

　　Dead?

　　Will Onsettin is dead?

　　And it seems to have been dead for a while!

　　Could this be a fake?

　　Klein looked at the child’s body with shock and suspicion, and many thoughts popped up in his mind.

　　In his knowledge, Will Onsettin belonged to the children with their own specialties, and might be involved with the “Monster” pathway sequence 1 “Mercury Serpent” to a certain extent.

　　He played the divination game, he casually said “doctor, your luck will become bad eh”, let Allen bad luck for a long time; he folded a thousand paper cranes, can let Allen’s astral body in the spiritual world is located, was instilled with artificial revelation; his whereabouts, even if Klein in the gray fog above can only see a glimpse of one or two, it is difficult to get effective conclusions. …… How could such a child die somehow? Dead before Dr. Allen’s dream? Where were his loved ones?

　　Klein narrowed his eyes slightly, fighting back intense nausea, and scrutinized the highly decomposed body, noticing some torn tarot cards in the dirt around it.

　　His psychic instincts told him that the odds were that the body in front of him was Will Onsettin.

　　Still really shocking and puzzling ah …… turn back to go above the gray fog to confirm whether Will Onsetin is faking his death …… Wait, what does this have to do with me? I’ve decided not to get involved in this matter, lest I get caught up in the Mercury Serpent, which may be even more terrifying than the seal “0-08.”…… Klein snapped back to his senses and said to the the dumbfounded Gravekeeper and the frightened Dr. Allen, who was on the verge of breaking down, and said:

　　”Call the police!”

　　”Yes, yes!” The Gravekeeper froze, then answered iteratively.

　　He took the shovel and turned to run beyond the woods, as fast as if there was a walker chasing him behind him.

　　As expected, he was just an ordinary person, not cautious at all, in this situation, shouldn’t he be wary of the people around him having bad intentions? Exposing his back, it is easy to be slapped up with a shovel ah …… Klein glanced at the back of the gravekeeper and sighed, shaking his head.

　　When he was in Tingen City’s Night Watchman Squad, he had read quite a few case files and realized that this was how many of the victims were screwed over by their accomplices.

　　Thinking of this, Klein walked over to Dr. Allen, bent down and reached out:

　　”There’s nothing to be afraid of, he’s already dead.”

　　”…… It’s being dead that scares people.” Allen calmed down a bit, didn’t accept Klein’s help, and climbed up on his own.

　　His long black tuxedo was already covered in dirt, and it was inexplicably a little heartbreaking to watch Klein.

　　I’m a person who can’t see valuable things being damaged …… He lamented in his heart.

　　Seeing that Allen was still a bit flustered, Klein smiled and said:

　　”At times like this, praying to the deity you believe in has good results.”

　　”Yeah?” Allen froze for a moment, nodded four times clockwise on his chest, and chanted in a low voice, “The Goddess of the Night, who is more sublime than the stars and older than eternity, your devout followers pray for your favor ……”

　　Repeatedly whispering, he slowly eased up and was no longer as fearful as he was a moment ago.

　　Klein smoothly drew a triangular holy emblem on his chest as well, murmuring wordlessly to himself:

　　”O God of Steam and Machinery, your not at all devout followers pray for your favor ……”

　　As he spoke, he couldn’t help but smile to himself, suspecting that he might be struck to death by lightning on the spot.

　　However, lightning and thunder belonged to the Lord of Storms, and were not in the realm of the God of Steam and Machinery …… Klein thought rather easily.

　　After twenty minutes or so, the two sat in the interrogation room of a nearby police station.

　　When taking the statement, Klein frankly told those police officers that he was just a private investigator who had received a commission and was not clear about what had happened, while Dr. Allen described his dream in detail, as well as as being the reason why he exhumed the body.

　　Klein could see that the police officers didn’t believe it at all, but after they went out for a spin, they immediately changed their attitude, stating that Dr. Allen and Detective Moriarty had nothing to suspect, and that they only needed to sign a statement and then they could leave.

　　While Allen was quite surprised by this, Klein was not surprised at all; it was obvious that a night watchman had stepped in.

　　The benefit of him having the doctor go ahead to the Church of the Starry Star to find the bishop manifested.

　　Before leaving the police station, Klein was unsurprised to see a more familiar figure, the night watchman who had previously entered his dream world.

　　Still wearing a gray trenchcoat, the night watchman, who was probably the captain, was more resistant to the cold than Klein at first glance, and with a sweep of his blue eyes, he averted his gaze from Klein’s face without any semblance of abnormality, pretending that he was just an ordinary senior inspector.

　　Klein, who also pretended that he was just an ordinary private detective, pushed down his glasses, put on his half-height silk bowler hat, and left the police station with Dr. Allen, getting into the carriage.

　　After instructing his own driver to go to Minsk Street first, Allen turned to Crane:

　　”Sherlock, do you think it will come to this?”

　　”If that body is really Will Onsettin, you shouldn’t be troubled anymore.” Klein paused and said, “Alan, have you additionally felt odd during this time? No matter in what.”

　　Alan thought hard and shook his head:

　　”No.”

　　”That’s cause for celebration!” Klein exhaled and smiled.

　　To him, it was best for the Will Onsettin matter to end like this, although the thousand paper cranes that Klein folded above the gray mist would not reveal anything, and the divination afterwards was nothing wrong, he was ultimately a little worried that some night watchman would have a sudden idea and use it to find some clues, and now, with the death of Will Onsettin, this case might soon go to a dead end and be put in the file, temporarily declared closed, and without new circumstances would no longer be of concern to anyone.

　　Alan relaxed and turned puzzled, “Frankly, I don’t think my statement was too convincing, why did those cops finally choose to believe it?”

　　”I don’t know either.” Klein deliberately played dumb, “I thought I was going to have to have my lawyer come and take me home again, no, bail me out and go home.”

　　Alan said with a rare tick of the corner of his mouth:

　　”Sherlock, you seem to have a great deal of experience in the matter of getting into police stations?”

　　Crane let out a deep laugh and replied:

　　”This is the destiny of every private detective.”

　　……

　　Just as Klein and Allen were being taken into the police station near Green’s Cemetery, Forsyth Vole, in a long, elegant black dress and a black fedora with a fine lattice netting draped over it, walked into the slightly silent cemetery and found the grave belonging to Mrs. Annelisa.

　　She and Hugh had gone to Queensbury an hour before to see Viscount Graylingt, and had received a willingness to borrow four hundred pounds without any interest.

　　Viscount Grelint’s only request was that two extraordinary men accompany him to the party which Mr. A. was to call this evening, for his protection, as he was anxious to collect the “crystals of venom of the Crown Jellyfish,” in order to complete the preparation of the “Apothecary’s” potion.

　　–The horn of an adult Pegasus has already been found by Audrey from the family treasury, and she got one in the name of biological experiments, which effectively canceled part of her debt.

　　She also put forward an additional condition, let Viscount Grelint use Duke Negan’s children to confirm whether the dragon specimen in the other party’s treasure trove belongs to the Thousand Faces Hunter, and to confirm whether there are still points of light flickering inside.

　　After the loan was settled, Forsyth did not rush to pray to Mr. “Fool” to complete the transaction as soon as possible, because that would be too swift, and would make Hugh intuitively think that something is not right, and thus become suspicious.

　　Taking advantage of his free time, Forsyth changed his clothes and rented a carriage to go to the Greene Cemetery on the outskirts of the West End.

　　Knowing the law of indestructibility and conservation of extraordinary characteristics, Forsyth already understood that the main material for her to become an “apprentice” was the extraordinary characteristics left behind by Mrs. Anneliese, which was equivalent to inheriting the other party’s power.

　　Therefore, she could not help but want to come here once, put a bouquet of flowers in front of Mrs. Anisa’s tombstone, and say thank you.

　　It was early winter, and the vast majority of flowers had long since faded, but Voorhees still managed to buy a bunch of plain flowers.

　　These were flowers cultivated in glass greenhouses and were quite expensive.

　　Thanks to the invention of Rossel the Great …… Foerth said heartily in her heart.

　　As far as she knew, most of those flowers used by the nobles in their winter banquets came from glass greenhouses, while a small amount was sent directly from the warmer regions in the south by airships, which was more than what the ordinary middle class could afford.

　　Standing in front of the black tombstone, Voorhees took a few deep glances at the picture that belonged to Mrs. Annalisa, bent down to put down the flowers, and spoke softly:

　　”Thank you.”

　　She whirled around and stood up straight, closing her eyes and quietly remembering the past.

　　Just then she heard a slightly older voice:

　　”You are such a kind and good-hearted lady.”

　　Voorhees opened her eyes and looked sideways to find that Mr. Lawrence from the Abrahams family had somehow appeared as well, holding a similarly pale bouquet of flowers in his hands.

　　”No, it’s not kindness or goodness, Mrs. Annalisa once gave me an unforgettable warm time when I lost my mother.” Forsyth said sincerely.

　　Her eyes were suddenly a little moist.

　　Lawrence only crinkled a little at the corners of his eyes and sighed as he put down the flowers:

　　”It shows that you value camaraderie.”

　　Casually chatting for a few sentences, Forsyth was ready to leave, Lawrence was waving his hand to indicate, suddenly coughed violently.

　　Cough cough cough!

　　He coughed so hard that his feet went weak and he fell to the ground, seemingly suffocating at any moment.

　　As a doctor graduated from a formal academy, Forsyth turned back without hesitation, squatted down, and launched first aid.

　　After some hectic work, Lawrence’s condition finally stabilized, and he wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and smiled at Voorhees:

　　”Ma’am, can you take me back to the hotel?”

　　”No problem.” Voorhees assisted the other man to get up.

　　Lawrence looked ahead, his eyes slightly out of focus, he coughed lightly and laughed half sadly, half self-deprecatingly:

　　”My life may have come to an end ……”