Isn't it common sense that everyone dies except gods? Klein was going to quibble at first, but he suddenly realized that he originally planned to "connect online" with the police to guard against possible dangers, but he suffered from no reason or excuse.

In less than a second, he made a decision, covered his forehead with his hand, and replied in pain: "I don't know, I really don't know... After waking up this morning, I feel that I am not quite right. It�s okay, I seem to have forgotten some things, especially the part that happened in the past few days, and I don�t even know why I wrote such a sentence.�

Sometimes, frankness is the best way to solve problems. Of course, frankness requires skill. What can be said and what can�t be said is one thing, and what to say first and then how to say it is another.

As a "keyboard" expert, Klein has also studied some speaking skills.

"Ridiculous! Do you think we are fools?" Beachy Mountbatten interrupted angrily, he couldn't bear it anymore.

This lie is too clumsy, it is simply insulting the IQ of myself and others!

It's better for you to pretend to be mentally ill than to pretend to be amnesia!

"Really." Klein frankly responded to the gazes of Mountbatten and the middle-aged police officer.

This really couldn't be truer.

"Maybe it's really possible." At this moment, the gray-eyed police officer spoke slowly.

What? Believe it? Klein himself was surprised.

The gray-eyed police officer smiled at him and said, "An expert will come in two days. Believe me, she should be able to help you recall your lost memories."

expert? help recall? In the field of psychology? Klein frowned.

Hey, what if I get out the memory of my earth? He suddenly felt a toothache.

The young police officer put down his notes and searched the desk and the room. Fortunately, he focused on the books and didn't pick up the kettle to take a look.

"Okay, Mr. Klein, thank you for your cooperation. In the next few days, you'd better not leave Tingen. If you must, please notify Officer Mountbatten, otherwise you will become a fugitive." The gray-eyed officer finally urged.

This is the end? Is it over for today? Don't ask any more questions, and investigate again? Or take me back to the police station and torture me? Klein was at a loss for a while.

However, he also wanted to solve the weird incident brought by Welch, so he nodded and said, "No problem."

The police officers exited the room one by one, and the young man walking at the end suddenly patted Klein on the shoulder: "That's great, very lucky."

"What?" Klein looked confused.

The green-eyed police officer with a poetic temperament said with a slight smile: "Generally speaking, it is normal for all parties involved to die in this kind of incident."

"We are delighted and fortunate to see you alive."

After speaking, he walked out of the room and closed the door politely.

Is it normal for everyone to die? Glad I'm alive? Lucky me to be alive?

On this June afternoon, Klein felt chills all over his body.

Is it normal for everyone to die? Glad I'm alive? Lucky me to be alive?

Klein shivered violently, hurriedly took two steps, and rushed to the door, trying to chase several policemen for protection.

But just as he touched the handle, his movements suddenly stopped.

"The police officer said things so horribly, so why didn't they protect me, an important witness or a key clue?"

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