Chapter: 26
He felt that to solve the mystery of the original owner's suicide, he should go to Welch's place and read the contents of the ancient notes, but with his rich "experience" in novels, movies, and TV series, he felt that if he went, if the matter It is indeed related, and most of them will encounter unknown dangers-those guys who know that there are ghosts in the castle and still go to death are warning books!
But it�s impossible not to go, escaping will never solve the problem, it will only make things more and more tiring, until the embankment bursts and completely submerges itself!
Call the police? I can't say I committed suicide...
Boom!
Boom!
Suddenly there was a rapid and forceful knock on the door.
Klein sat up straight and listened attentively.
Boom!
Boom!
The knock on the door echoed in the empty and lonely corridor of the floor.
"who?"
Klein was thinking about the mysterious suicide of the original owner and the unknown dangers he might encounter. After hearing the sudden knock on the door, he subconsciously opened the drawer, took out the revolver, and asked vigilantly.
There was silence outside the door for two seconds, and a slightly shrill voice shouted in an Ahowa accent: "I, Mountbatten, Beachy Mountbatten."
The voice paused for a moment before adding: "Police."
Beachy Mountbatten... As the name entered his ears, Klein immediately thought of its corresponding owner.
It was one of the cops in charge of the apartment block, a brutal, hands-on man, but maybe that was the only man who could shock the drunks, thieves, part-time thieves and thugs and hooligans.
And the unique voice is one of his labels.
"Okay, I'll be right there!" Klein responded loudly.
He was going to throw the revolver back into the drawer, but he thought that the police outside would come for no reason and that there might be searches and other actions, so he ran carefully to the stove where the embers had long been extinguished, and put the pistol in.
Immediately afterwards, he picked up the small basket of coals, shook a few pieces into the furnace, covered the gun, and finally put the kettle on top to cover everything.
After finishing all this, he tidied up his clothes, quickly approached the door, opened it and mumbled: "Sorry, I was just taking a nap."
Standing outside the door were four police officers wearing black uniforms with white checks and soft hats with badges. Beachy Mountbatten with brown and yellow beards coughed and said to Klein, "These three police officers have something to ask you. .�
police officer? Klein looked at the shoulder badges of the other three reflexively, and found that two had three silver hexagonal stars, and one had two. They all looked more advanced than Beachy Mountbatten, who only had three V-shaped tags.
As a history student, Klein didn't have much research on the ranks of police epaulettes. He only knew that Beachy Mountbatten often flaunted himself as a senior police chief.
So, those three are inspectors? Influenced by the words of his elder brother Benson, Welch and other classmates, Klein still knew a little common sense. He stepped aside, pointed into the room and said, "Please come in. I don't know what it is?"
The leader of the three police officers is a middle-aged man with sharp eyes that seem to be able to see through the soul. He can't help but be afraid. His eyes are wrinkled and his light brown hair is exposed on the edge of his hat. He looks at the room to himself and asks in a deep voice. Said: "Do you know Welch McGovern?"
"What's wrong with him?" Klein's heart trembled, and he asked back.
"I'm asking you." The majestic middle-aged police officer looked serious.
The police officer next to him who also wore the three-star epaulette looked at Klein and said with a gentle smile, "Don't be nervous, we're just making routine inquiries."
The police officer was about thirty, with a straight nose, and gray eyes that gave off an indescribable depth, like a lake in an ancient forest that no one cares about. JrNovels.com
But it�s impossible not to go, escaping will never solve the problem, it will only make things more and more tiring, until the embankment bursts and completely submerges itself!
Call the police? I can't say I committed suicide...
Boom!
Boom!
Suddenly there was a rapid and forceful knock on the door.
Klein sat up straight and listened attentively.
Boom!
Boom!
The knock on the door echoed in the empty and lonely corridor of the floor.
"who?"
Klein was thinking about the mysterious suicide of the original owner and the unknown dangers he might encounter. After hearing the sudden knock on the door, he subconsciously opened the drawer, took out the revolver, and asked vigilantly.
There was silence outside the door for two seconds, and a slightly shrill voice shouted in an Ahowa accent: "I, Mountbatten, Beachy Mountbatten."
The voice paused for a moment before adding: "Police."
Beachy Mountbatten... As the name entered his ears, Klein immediately thought of its corresponding owner.
It was one of the cops in charge of the apartment block, a brutal, hands-on man, but maybe that was the only man who could shock the drunks, thieves, part-time thieves and thugs and hooligans.
And the unique voice is one of his labels.
"Okay, I'll be right there!" Klein responded loudly.
He was going to throw the revolver back into the drawer, but he thought that the police outside would come for no reason and that there might be searches and other actions, so he ran carefully to the stove where the embers had long been extinguished, and put the pistol in.
Immediately afterwards, he picked up the small basket of coals, shook a few pieces into the furnace, covered the gun, and finally put the kettle on top to cover everything.
After finishing all this, he tidied up his clothes, quickly approached the door, opened it and mumbled: "Sorry, I was just taking a nap."
Standing outside the door were four police officers wearing black uniforms with white checks and soft hats with badges. Beachy Mountbatten with brown and yellow beards coughed and said to Klein, "These three police officers have something to ask you. .�
police officer? Klein looked at the shoulder badges of the other three reflexively, and found that two had three silver hexagonal stars, and one had two. They all looked more advanced than Beachy Mountbatten, who only had three V-shaped tags.
As a history student, Klein didn't have much research on the ranks of police epaulettes. He only knew that Beachy Mountbatten often flaunted himself as a senior police chief.
So, those three are inspectors? Influenced by the words of his elder brother Benson, Welch and other classmates, Klein still knew a little common sense. He stepped aside, pointed into the room and said, "Please come in. I don't know what it is?"
The leader of the three police officers is a middle-aged man with sharp eyes that seem to be able to see through the soul. He can't help but be afraid. His eyes are wrinkled and his light brown hair is exposed on the edge of his hat. He looks at the room to himself and asks in a deep voice. Said: "Do you know Welch McGovern?"
"What's wrong with him?" Klein's heart trembled, and he asked back.
"I'm asking you." The majestic middle-aged police officer looked serious.
The police officer next to him who also wore the three-star epaulette looked at Klein and said with a gentle smile, "Don't be nervous, we're just making routine inquiries."
The police officer was about thirty, with a straight nose, and gray eyes that gave off an indescribable depth, like a lake in an ancient forest that no one cares about. JrNovels.com
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