He glanced at Klein, raised his hand and saluted, "Good morning, sir!"

"Good morning." Klein nodded with a smile.

Toller smiled and said, "This is Sheriff Gate, you can order him anything."

"This is Mr. Moretti, a trainee inspector, an expert in history and psychology from the County Police Department." Toller introduced another sentence to Gait.

...I can't bear it... Klein was ashamed for a while.

After exchanging pleasantries, Gate pointed to the second-story house behind the fountain and said, "Sir Deville is waiting for us."

"Okay." Klein reached out and touched the revolver on his waist.

This is his biggest reliance against the enemy at present.

��Because he changed into a police uniform, he can put the gun pouch on his waist in an open and aboveboard manner, making it easy to take out.

While talking, a group of three walked along the wide road, bypassed the fountain, and came outside the main entrance.

At this time, a servant had already opened the door and waited respectfully.

Before entering the house, Klein pretended to straighten his hat, squeezed his brow twice, and turned on "Spiritual Vision".

In the bright living room, the square-faced Sir Deville was rubbing his forehead, and his energy was quite low. His dark blond hair and blue eyes were either dry or dull, and he seemed to be five years old.

"Good morning, sir." Klein, Toller, and Gate saluted at the same time.

Sir Deville got up and forced a smile to respond: "Good morning, three police officers, I hope you can solve my troubles."

At this time, Klein narrowed his eyes and frowned slightly.

He saw nothing wrong with Sir Dwyer, save that he was in poor spirits.

This is very strange... He thought for a while and said, "Sir, in which room did you first hear the groan?"

"My bedroom." Sir Dwyer shook his head.

"Can we take a look?" Klein asked.

"Haven't you checked it several times?" The middle-aged butler next to him asked back with a frown.

Obviously, he didn't recognize Klein as the companion of the kind-hearted man who "returns money".

Klein smiled gently, "That's my colleague, not me."

"Sir, this is an expert sent by the Police Department." Toller seized the opportunity to introduce.

Deville took a deep look at the young expert and said, "Okay, Karen, take them to my bedroom."

"Sir, I hope you will go with us." Klein said seriously.

Dwyer hesitated for a few seconds and said, "If this can help solve the problem..."

As he spoke, he picked up his cane, and walked towards the stairs with weak steps. The butler Karen and several bodyguards were surrounded by him, ready to help him at all times.

Klein looked around and followed silently but calmly.

One step, two steps, three steps... They came to the second floor and entered the master bedroom. JrNovels.com