"By the way, thank you for introducing Mr. Franmy Cage." Klein remembered the investment in the bicycle project, and sincerely thanked him, "When are you free recently? I would like to invite you to take me to taste Backlund's gourmet food."

"After the New Year." Talim put on his hat and walked towards the reception hall with a smile.

Is this guy in love season? Klein couldn't help muttering.

He had just turned around and walked a few steps when he suddenly heard a heavy thud.

Klein turned his head abruptly, and saw Talim Dumont lying on the ground, his left hand firmly pressing on the position of his heart, his body twitching continuously.

This... Klein rushed over in a few steps.

But at this time Talim had finished foaming at the mouth and lost the last breath of life.

In just a few seconds, he who was still smiling just now turned into a dead body.

This is not the first time that Klein saw someone he was familiar with die in front of him, but it was the most sudden and without warning. His mind still seems to have remnants of Talim Dumont's question about what it feels like to really like someone. The expression is a vivid expression that hides excitement and showing off, but cannot be shared directly due to certain factors, and must be carefully expressed.

Too soon... normal diseases don't lead to death so soon! Klein tapped his teeth with a serious expression, and activated his spiritual vision.

He landed on one knee, squatted down, and saw Talim Dumont's aura and emotional color disappearing quickly.

As for the tightly covered heart, strands of black air coiled like snakes and gradually dimmed.

Extraordinary means similar to a curse? Klein made a preliminary judgment in an instant.

At this time, a waiter in a red vest and a nearby maid in a black and white skirt rushed over, looking in horror at the dead man on the ground with wide-eyed eyes and froth remaining at the corners of his mouth.

Klein closed his eyes, and ordered in a deep voice, "Go to the nearby police station and tell them someone died here."

"Yes, Mr. Moriarty." The waiter in the red vest immediately turned around and ran out the door, so flustered that he even forgot to put on his coat.

Under the watchful eyes, Klein didn't check Talim's belongings, and didn't try to pull out a few hairs so that he could try divination when no one was around.

His identity is considered semi-official and semi-underground, and he can use the power of "Mechanical Heart" to carry out follow-up investigations. There is no need to be a lonely hero.

Thinking of the scene of playing cards with Talim Dumont many times, thinking of the clients and investors introduced by the other party, and thinking of the romantic story that made him remember it for a long time before he could answer it, Klein couldn't help but say a long, slow sighed.

"Who is the murderer of Talim?

"Which Extraordinary who is good at cursing did Talim offend?

"Looking at today's performance, he should be in a very happy and stable state, and he has no consciousness of provoking scary people at all..."

Questions flashed in Klein's mind, but because he didn't know enough about Talim Dumont, he lacked the soil for inspiration.

When the police arrived, he was questioned as a witness, which delayed a lot of time.

Until all this was completed, Klein had the opportunity to leave the Hillston area and head to the "Lucky One" bar in the Backlund Bridge area again.

Carlson still drank there, but replaced the strong distilled spirit brewed from pure malt with golden-colored and frothy beer.

Klein raised his right hand, half-covered and half-squeezed his mouth, moved closer, tapped on the table and said, "Your job is to drink here every day?"

Carlson was startled, and he relaxed when he turned his head to see Sherlock Moriarty: "What's the matter with you...?"

This kind of reaction is very familiar... Klein sighed silently, and said solemnly: "There is a case involving Extraordinary people."

Carlson immediately looked around and found that there were already many customers in the "Lucky" bar at this time. They were either shouting loudly with wine glasses, or eager to go to the boxing ring. JrNovels.com