Mystery: The Lamp God’s Path To Freedom

The image of the outsider clearly reflected in Klein's mind, with light green eyes and a beard.

What did Detective Stuart come to do with me? As for Emlyn, haven't his parents settled the commission fee?

Stuart blew into the living room like a gust of cold wind. Just as he was about to take off his coat, he suddenly realized that the temperature inside the room was similar to that outside, so he asked loudly in surprise:

"Sherlock, why don't you light the fireplace?"

Because I have more advanced heating equipment.

"I'm about to go out, have a cup of hot coffee?"

"Uh...is there any black tea?"

Are you disgusting my coffee is not good?

Klein made the black tea and handed it to Stuart.

Stuart sat on the sofa holding black tea and said:

"You know about the recent serial murder case, the Siviras Field was under pressure to seek the help of detectives, and entrusted the matter to the well-known great detective, Mr. Isengard Stanton, and Mr. Stanton found us Familiar detectives brainstormed ideas together, and I thought of you, you must have excellent reasoning ability and extensive network channels if you can find Mr. Emlyn so quickly, so I'll invite you to join."

Klein's first reaction was to decline. After all, he didn't want to be famous, and he was afraid that the police would be mixed with night watchers.

Seeing that Klein didn't answer immediately, Stuart lowered his voice slightly, as if he would be embarrassed to be heard, and added, "The bonus is very attractive. I heard that the family members of the victims added a lot of gold pounds."

"how many?"

"There are two thousand pounds in total. Even if we don't make a big contribution in the end, it is estimated that each person will get a few dozen pounds."

Stuart took a sip of black tea, frowned slightly, and said:

"I'm not saying, Sherlock, I think your talent deserves not only better coffee, but also better black tea."

Next time you come again, I will pour you plain water.

Klein hesitated for a while, feeling that it would be a bit strange if he didn't agree, so he said with a smile:

"Sounds like a really good task, thank you very much for your invitation."

"At two o'clock in the afternoon, I'll come to you and go to Mr. Stanton's house to discuss the case."

The two chatted for a while, and Stuart bid farewell.

After sending Stuart to the door, Klein returned to the living room to find all the newspapers in the recent period, found all the reports about the murder, and read them repeatedly.

I still don't understand, what serial murder case can't be solved for a long time in this world with extraordinary power.

Klein put away the newspaper, walked to the second floor, and closed the curtains again. No matter what, he had to do a divination above the gray fog.

In the afternoon, Hillston District, Isengard Stanton's house.

"This is the dossier brought by the police. Let's take a look."

Mr. Isenger took out a large stack of documents and arranged them on the table in the living room according to the time of the five cases.

"I'm sure none of you are unfamiliar with the recent serial murder case. Do you have any thoughts? Say it and let's discuss it."

Isengard sat in an easy chair, rubbed his pipe, and occasionally put it to his mouth to inhale.

"Apart from being female, do the victims have anything in common?"

Detective Stuart asked first.

"They all have husbands, and their family conditions are good. I don't know if this counts."

Isengard said slowly.

"Nothing else? Likes, dislikes, beliefs, past careers, intersections, shared experiences, etc."

"It has not yet been found, and a more in-depth investigation of the victims is still being conducted to summarize the target conditions of this serial murder case."

"If the victim's family conditions are good, could it be hatred of the rich, and does their husband have something in common?"

An unknown detective asks questions.

"This is a direction to increase the investigation of the victim's husband."

Isengard exhaled a large ring of smoke.

Klein looked down at the dossier, which was much more detailed than the newspaper. It also included photos of the crime scene. The victim was dismembered into pieces, and his internal organs were scattered on the ground. The scene was bloody.

The dismemberment method is not very clever, it seems that it was cut directly with a knife, but the bones cannot be easily cut, right? Was it cut with an axe?

From time to time the voices of detectives could be heard in the living room, and they kept asking questions, inferences, hypotheses.

Klein looked through all the files, and he had no clue for a while.

But he didn't feel depressed either. After all, I'm not the real Sherlock, nor the real Moriarty. Klein complained inwardly.

I can try divination, and then according to the results, I can make up a suitable reasoning process in reverse.

Klein stood up and asked Isengard's assistant for the location of the bathroom.

Sitting on the toilet, Klein prepared to use the dream to divine the murderer's information while holding a few victim information that he brought over.

In the hazy dream, there is only the ever-changing mist, and nothing is displayed.

Is it because there is not enough information, the divination failed? Or anti-divination?

Will it be considered perverted if I ask for the victim's flesh or belongings or participate in the farewell ceremony?

Klein stood up ~www.NovelMTL.com~ and pressed the pump button. He planned to go above the gray fog to check again after returning home.

Back in the living room, everyone was still discussing with you and me. Klein walked to the seat in the corner and sat down without speaking.

At night, above the gray fog, Klein presented the documents he had read during the day. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

The pictures flashed continuously, each of which started with a woman falling down suddenly clutching her chest, and then a hooded man appeared, hugged the woman to a hidden corner, and pulled out a bone dagger in the shape of a sheep's horn. The man quickly cut open the woman's abdomen, took out the internal organs, and quickly dismembered the body.

Except that it was a little slower when dealing with the first victim, the rest were done in one go, like an excellent butcher who has been in the business for many years.

After doing all this, he took out something similar to a talisman, and the talisman suddenly burst into an infrared-blue flame, as if something invisible was ignited.

The man's face hidden by the hood is young and handsome.

Klein opened his eyes and habitually tapped the edge of the long bronze table with his right hand.

The victim should have died of the curse first and then dismembered. The path and sequence of the murderer cannot be seen, but combined with this act of murdering purely for the sake of murder, it is very likely to be the Sequence Seven of the criminal path. Serial killer, he should be playing.

Although I know the appearance of the murderer, I don't know anything about his identity. Even if I can find out his identity, how can I reasonably guide the police to identify the murderer?

If only I could send anonymous emails, make anonymous phone calls, and send anonymous letters, but unfortunately, this is a world with divination and psychics.

Anti-divination, anti-divination...

Suddenly, Klein had a flash of inspiration.

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