At the same time Stuart raised his gun to aim, Klein, who was already on alert, sensed it and fell forward to the ground almost simultaneously with the other's action.
Bang!
Stuart, whose emotions were clearly out of control, pulled the trigger. The bullet grazed the side of a private detective's face and hit the wall, drilling into it.
Rattle, rattle, rattle—the other detectives drew their revolvers in response, as if seeing everyone as an enemy, and the scene descended into chaos.
Among them, Stuart and a private detective had flushed faces, bulging veins, and their eyes burned with a "flame" mingled with fear and anger, as if they had turned into so-called demons.
Just then, Caslana growled: "Stop!"
Her voice was not loud, but it was full of authority, making everyone present tremble and want to obey involuntarily.
The scene was briefly quiet, but the emotions of the crowd seemed not to have improved substantially. Klein had already rolled to another direction and stood up, holding his own revolver.
His mind raced, and ignoring the need to keep his abilities hidden, he planned to rely on his illusion ability to calm the visitors.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Ding-dong!
The few private detectives suddenly snapped out of it, their eyes gaining some clarity.
The light doorbell sound was like a bucket of cold water poured over their heads.
Stuart looked at the revolver in his hand and murmured blankly, "What was I just doing...?"
An official Beyonder had intervened? Klein breathed a sigh of relief, holding his revolver, and approached the door.
The moment he grasped the doorknob, the image of the person outside the door naturally appeared in his mind.
It was
The great detective's face was somewhat pale, and his left arm near the shoulder was padded up, raised in a lump.
After all, he was okay! Klein was first delighted, but then became cautious—he still remembered the incident when "Puppet Master
Klein kept his finger against the trigger, pulled open the door, and stepped back two paces.
Isengard Stanton smiled and nodded at him: "Thanks for your visit this afternoon, otherwise I, injured, might not have been able to continue playing hide-and-seek with that demon. "You saved my life."
This... Could it be that the correct interpretation of "favorable to visit Isengard Stanton" is that going to see him this afternoon could help him escape danger? And what about the "favorable to visit" for the following days? Avoiding the murder scene, not being suspected? Klein found it both amusing and frustrating.
Without relaxing his vigilance, he made way: "What exactly happened?"
"I'll tell you later." Isengard suddenly lowered his voice and chuckled, "Do you hope to discuss matters related to Beyonders in front of Stuart and the others?"
So you are so naturally bringing up Beyonders with me? That's true, the fact that I could stalemate the owner of that demon dog for over ten minutes already shows that I'm no ordinary person... And I had previously provided consulting advice that deliberately pointed to demon-animals... Klein silently fell two steps behind Isengard Stanton.
As soon as they saw this great detective, Caslana and her assistant Lydia immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and private detectives like Stuart also showed relieved expressions.
"Mr. Stanton, are you alright?" they asked one after another.
Isengard moved his left arm slightly and said: "It's a bit injured, but not too serious. "Now, everyone don't be nervous, things will be over soon. The police are waiting in the nearby darkness for that guy."
"Is it because of that serial murder case?" "Has the suspect been identified?" "Will he harm innocents?" ... The private detectives asked in a scramble.
Isengard pressed his right palm down and said: "Don't rush. I will tell you in detail and truthfully. But before that, I need to ask Sherlock and Caslana a few questions. Let's go to the living room for a few minutes."
His long-established authority left the detectives without objection, and they each sat down.
Although they were still not completely at ease, they no longer had the problem of being restless and on the verge of emotional breakdown.
Entering the living room and closing the wooden door, Klein glanced at the confined space and suddenly thought of something:
This environment is perfect for items like the "
Ahem... Klein cleared his throat, walked to the other side, and opened the glass window.
He still did not relax his vigilance towards Isengard Stanton, nor did he consider Caslana absolutely trustworthy.
Isengard looked around, directly took Klein's easy chair, and then chuckled: