Chapter: 291
Moreover, that gentleman is likely to be an "audience", not a person who has received special training, and it is almost impossible to conceal his true purpose and thoughts from him.
"Look for someone to transfer, be more mysterious? No, the more people involved, the easier it is to go wrong... Hmm... Maybe you can consider a way to hide the truth in the truth, so that the expression and body language that the doctor can see are A reflection of what I really thought, but not all of my thoughts..."
Klein listened to Detective Henry's introduction of Dust Guderian's situation, while thinking about what method to adopt to avoid risks to the greatest extent without affecting the achievement of the goal.
Gradually, he found inspiration from the gangster movies and spy movies he had watched.
"Well...you can try this, but you have to practice repeatedly..." Klein nodded in his heart, and returned all his attention to Detective Henry's words.
"Cough..." Henry cleared his throat, "We are still working on the red chimney commission. You should know that there are many similar buildings in Tingen City. Of course, if you can provide other clues, the matter It's that simple."
Klein laughed hoarsely: "If I have other clues, I won't entrust you."
To be honest, such a long investigation and search made him pessimistic about the outcome of the matter, because the manipulator behind the scenes was clearly aware of his divination and had plenty of time to move his hiding place.
Therefore, he only hopes to find further clues from the corresponding guest information.
And it's worth 7 pounds... It hurts to think about it... After Detective Henry finished describing it, Klein took his cane and left the house.
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At 8:40 on Saturday morning, in the doctor's office at Greenhurst Asylum.
Wearing gold-rimmed glasses, Duster Guderian, who had an outstanding temperament, took off his coat, took off his hat, and hung them on the coat rack.
He had just picked up the tin can of ground coffee when he heard a knock on the door.
"Come in." Daxter said indifferently.
Then, he saw the half-closed door pushed open, and saw a young man in a black knee-length windbreaker walk in.
Because of the unfamiliarity of the other party, Daxter asked in confusion: "Good morning, who are you?"
Klein closed the door casually, took off his hat, pressed it on his chest, and saluted, "Good morning, Dr. Duster, please forgive my presumptuous visit. I am Klein Morey, a trainee inspector from the Ahwa County Police Department. Dee, here's my papers and badge."
"Inspector?" Dust whispered, and took the other party's certificate and badge.
"Special Operations Department..." He slowly raised his head, his eyes were so calm that there was no ripple, as if he was examining something.
Short black hair, pupils a little darker than brown, a bit of a scholarly temperament, calm and calm, no malice for the time being...
Daxter handed back the items in his hand, and pointed to the chair opposite the desk after deliberation: "Please sit down, officer, what do you need from me?"
Klein sat down, put his cane away, slowly put away his ID and badge, and said with a smile, "Please allow me to introduce myself again."
"I'm still a member of Tingen City's Night Squad, specializing in matters involving extraordinary factors."
"Good morning, Mr. Audience."
Before he finished speaking, he was not surprised to see Daxter's pupils shrinking and his palms retracted, as if he wanted to run away.
"Officer, I don't understand what you mean." Daxter said forcefully, almost unable to maintain his state, "I don't like such jokes, maybe I should call the guards."
Klein slowly took out the revolver from the gun pouch under his arm, and said with an unchanged smile: "Mr. Daxter, I know you can see my confidence, and you can also see that I have no malicious intentions, hehe, frankly speaking, I I was a little uncertain at first, but your reaction gave me the answer."
Every sentence above is true... Klein silently added in his heart.
Daxter relaxed a little, glanced at the other party's revolver from the corner of his eye, and asked doubtfully, "It's hard for me to understand why you came to me... I don't think I've exposed anything..." JrNovels.com
"Look for someone to transfer, be more mysterious? No, the more people involved, the easier it is to go wrong... Hmm... Maybe you can consider a way to hide the truth in the truth, so that the expression and body language that the doctor can see are A reflection of what I really thought, but not all of my thoughts..."
Klein listened to Detective Henry's introduction of Dust Guderian's situation, while thinking about what method to adopt to avoid risks to the greatest extent without affecting the achievement of the goal.
Gradually, he found inspiration from the gangster movies and spy movies he had watched.
"Well...you can try this, but you have to practice repeatedly..." Klein nodded in his heart, and returned all his attention to Detective Henry's words.
"Cough..." Henry cleared his throat, "We are still working on the red chimney commission. You should know that there are many similar buildings in Tingen City. Of course, if you can provide other clues, the matter It's that simple."
Klein laughed hoarsely: "If I have other clues, I won't entrust you."
To be honest, such a long investigation and search made him pessimistic about the outcome of the matter, because the manipulator behind the scenes was clearly aware of his divination and had plenty of time to move his hiding place.
Therefore, he only hopes to find further clues from the corresponding guest information.
And it's worth 7 pounds... It hurts to think about it... After Detective Henry finished describing it, Klein took his cane and left the house.
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At 8:40 on Saturday morning, in the doctor's office at Greenhurst Asylum.
Wearing gold-rimmed glasses, Duster Guderian, who had an outstanding temperament, took off his coat, took off his hat, and hung them on the coat rack.
He had just picked up the tin can of ground coffee when he heard a knock on the door.
"Come in." Daxter said indifferently.
Then, he saw the half-closed door pushed open, and saw a young man in a black knee-length windbreaker walk in.
Because of the unfamiliarity of the other party, Daxter asked in confusion: "Good morning, who are you?"
Klein closed the door casually, took off his hat, pressed it on his chest, and saluted, "Good morning, Dr. Duster, please forgive my presumptuous visit. I am Klein Morey, a trainee inspector from the Ahwa County Police Department. Dee, here's my papers and badge."
"Inspector?" Dust whispered, and took the other party's certificate and badge.
"Special Operations Department..." He slowly raised his head, his eyes were so calm that there was no ripple, as if he was examining something.
Short black hair, pupils a little darker than brown, a bit of a scholarly temperament, calm and calm, no malice for the time being...
Daxter handed back the items in his hand, and pointed to the chair opposite the desk after deliberation: "Please sit down, officer, what do you need from me?"
Klein sat down, put his cane away, slowly put away his ID and badge, and said with a smile, "Please allow me to introduce myself again."
"I'm still a member of Tingen City's Night Squad, specializing in matters involving extraordinary factors."
"Good morning, Mr. Audience."
Before he finished speaking, he was not surprised to see Daxter's pupils shrinking and his palms retracted, as if he wanted to run away.
"Officer, I don't understand what you mean." Daxter said forcefully, almost unable to maintain his state, "I don't like such jokes, maybe I should call the guards."
Klein slowly took out the revolver from the gun pouch under his arm, and said with an unchanged smile: "Mr. Daxter, I know you can see my confidence, and you can also see that I have no malicious intentions, hehe, frankly speaking, I I was a little uncertain at first, but your reaction gave me the answer."
Every sentence above is true... Klein silently added in his heart.
Daxter relaxed a little, glanced at the other party's revolver from the corner of his eye, and asked doubtfully, "It's hard for me to understand why you came to me... I don't think I've exposed anything..." JrNovels.com
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