Sir Desi Xiao? Mr.
"I hope they can bring
"Yes, although burning whatever they want in their own fireplace is everyone's freedom, a right granted by law, blue skies and sunlight are far more worthy of longing."
"Perhaps there will be members of parliament attending the banquet, from the Backlund Grand District, or, the Kingdom's."
"I can imagine how magnificent this banquet will be." Klein politely flattered, watching the Summers mount the carriage and leave.
Just as he turned around and headed for the mailbox at the end of the street, a postman in a dark green uniform arrived by carriage and dropped a letter into his mailbox.
A letter for me? Klein took out a key ring and randomly chose the one with an antique shape and a color almost like brass.
Clack!
The "Universal Key" easily opened the mailbox.
"I can just bring this one key when I go out from now on…" Klein muttered, taking out his subscribed newspaper and the letter he had just received.
This letter was from
He had also gone through the old unsolved serial murder cases yesterday, picking out the most suspicious ones, and through the police department, he preliminarily confirmed the current situations of the corresponding suspects, thus writing to Klein and Caslana, among other private detectives interested in this direction, to share his findings.
These exactly included the two cases that Klein was focusing on.
"Great minds think alike… My letter was written for nothing…" Klein mocked himself and went back to the sitting room.
According to Isengard's description, the case of the random murders of late returnees had been investigated with many people, but the suspect was never identified. After so many years, trying to find new clues again was extremely difficult, with almost no hope.
As for the four suspects in the other case, one was a teenager whose mother was also a victim, a prostitute, single, and had only one child—him. He suffered severe abuse from his mother, becoming withdrawn, gloomy, and vicious. He was the prime suspect by the police. However, less than half a year after the case, he was severely injured in a gang fight in the East Borough and died in the operating room of the Charity Hospital.
His body was, with witnesses, burned into ashes and buried in the cemetery.
This way, it was impossible for him to be related to the current serial murder case.
"If he hadn't been cremated, I would definitely go dig up the grave to confirm…" Klein, who had himself revived from the dead, seriously considered the possibility of the other person having also risen from the dead.
Among the remaining three suspects, one had moved multiple times over the years, and the police had lost track of his situation, requiring more time to find him. One had gone through bankruptcy, moving from the North Borough to the East Borough. One had remained unchanged, still running the grocery store on the same street.
Klein took out another piece of letter paper. He first described the corresponding situation, then asked the recipient to quietly observe the two suspects who had specific addresses. He emphasized:
"The murderers in serial killings are all cruel, vicious, and highly aggressive. Please be careful, do not get too close to them. Observe them just like a normal neighbor."
"The information I need is their recent mental state, for example, whether they are irritable, whether they like to lock themselves in their rooms and rarely talk to others, and whether they have beaten anyone up."
This was also information he had obtained from "The Sun." Every time after killing, the "Demon" would, according to the ritual's requirements, eat the victim's internal organs and remain in a bloodthirsty, manic state of wanting to hurt others until a new victim appeared.
After emphasizing the need to pay attention to one's own safety again, Klein folded the letter paper, stuffed it into a new envelope, and affixed a black stamp on its surface.
Then, he wrote down the name of the recipient:
"Detective Stuart."
…………
In Queen's Borough, inside the luxurious villa of
Earl Hall, whose belly had started to bulge, took a puff from his pipe and asked his eldest son before him:
"Hibbert, do you know why I absolutely had to have you join the Air Pollution Investigation Committee?"
Hibbert Hall answered as if he had given it some thought:
"You hope to influence the formulation of relevant laws and policies?"
"No. Although I am the second-largest shareholder of the Constan Coal and Steel Union, I am not too concerned about this issue. I have long been urging them to make corresponding adjustments. Controlling air pollution is the future trend. I have no doubt about that."
"Hibbert, although our family has a fixed seat in the House of Lords and you will become a member sooner or later, why do some nobles have greater influence than others, besides the Speaker and those with special identities?"