That was a symptom of her heart troubles again and again;

That was when she felt very tired and lay down on the bed, but never woke up again.

Klein carefully observed every detail, trying to find traces of the existence of extraordinary factors.

But when everything was over, he still didn't get a clear enough clue.

Blurred and shattered, Klein exited the dream and returned to reality.

He lifted the spiritual wall, and said to Frye who was waiting and Leonard who was watching the play: "There is no direct symbol, most of the pictures reveal that Mrs. Lawis suffered from heart disease early, only one is different from the others, Law Mrs. Weiss was patted from behind, and the hand was white and slender, as if it belonged to a woman."

"For such a family, it is not easy to go to the doctor until the worst time, even if it is just queuing up at the free charity medical organization, the time cannot be lost. If they do not work one day, they may go to the doctor the next day." There's no food left." Leonard sighed with poetic sentimentality.

Frye then looked at the corpse on the bed and exhaled lightly.

Before Klein could speak, Leonard quickly switched states, and said as if thinking: "You mean, the extraordinary factor exists in the moment Mrs. Lawis was photographed, and it comes from the lady with the slender hands. Or ma'am?"

Klein nodded and replied, "Yes, but this is just my interpretation. Divination is often vague."

He and Leonard didn't discuss any more, and each retreated to the other side of the floor, allowing Frye to take out auxiliary equipment and materials from the suitcase without interference for further inspection.

They waited for a while, and Frye packed up all kinds of things, cleaned up and covered up, then turned around and said, "The cause of death was a natural heart disease, there is no doubt about it."

Hearing this conclusion, Leonard paced back and forth a few steps, and even walked to the door, before speaking for a long time: "Come here first, let's go to the West End Workhouse, see if we can find other clues, and see if the two deaths can be solved." Whether connected in series."

"Well, that's the only way to go." Klein, suppressing his doubts, agreed.

Frye picked up the suitcase and half-hopped across the two floor bunks without stepping on other people's quilts.

Leonard opened the door, walked out first, and said to Lauvis and the tenant, "You can go home now."

Klein thought for a while, and added: "Don't rush to bury the body, wait another day, maybe there will be a thorough inspection."

"Okay, okay, police officer." Lauvis slightly bowed his body and answered in a hurry, and then said half numbly and half blankly, "Actually, I don't have any money to bury her for the time being, so I have to save for a few days. A few days, fortunately, fortunately, the weather has been cooler recently."

Klein blurted out in surprise, "Are you going to keep the corpse in the room for several days?"

Lauvis squeezed out a smile and said, "Well, it's okay. Fortunately, the weather has been cool recently. You can put the corpse on the table at night. When you eat, you can hug her to the bed..."

Before he finished speaking, Frye suddenly interrupted: "I left the funeral expenses with your wife."

Then, leaving behind such a plain sentence, he ignored Lauvis' astonished expression and the accompanying thanks, and walked quickly to the door of the apartment.

Klein followed closely, thinking about a question:

What would Lauvis do with his wife's body if the weather remained hot in June and July?

Looking for a dark and windy night to secretly throw the body into the Tussock and Hoy rivers? Or just find a place to dig a hole and bury it?

Klein knew that the "must be buried in the cemetery" was more than a thousand years ago, at the end of the last era, the seven major churches and the royal families of various countries specially enacted laws to reduce and eliminate water ghosts, zombies, and resentful spirits.

The specific implementation method is that countries provide free land, each church is responsible for guarding or patrolling, and only charges a small fee in the process of cremation and burial to pay for the necessary labor.

But even so, the real poor still can't afford it.

After leaving No. 134 Lower Street, Iron Cross Street, the three night watchmen separated from Beachy Mountbatten, and turned silently to the West End Workhouse located in a nearby street.

As soon as he got there, Klein saw a long queue approaching. It was the same as the people in the big foodie countries queuing for Internet celebrity stores on the earth. People were crowded and crowded. JrNovels.com