"Sure."
He agreed so quickly?
Kenley had prepared more than ten reasons in his heart, but none were used, which couldn't help but make him feel a trace of disappointment.
"What do I need to prepare? Self-defense weapons, or...?" Kenley asked.
"This is just a simple case inquiry procedure. If we can find that notebook in his home, this graduate named Klein Moretti would indeed be suspicious, but from what we understand, he is not a Beyonder, at least not until the day before yesterday. You don't need to be nervous." Captain Dunn looked toward Leonard. "We'll use the police station's four-person carriage to go."
"I can drive," Kenley volunteered, raising his hand.
"Since we're going in the capacity of police officers, Frye, lend your police uniform to Kenley first. Also, leave the driving to Mr. Brett." Dunn smiled. "It's unreasonable for one police inspector to drive for two inspectors of the same rank. In cases involving ordinary people, the 'Nighthawks' team should avoid drawing attention."
Kenley nodded silently. Captain Dunn thought very thoroughly.
"Yes, Captain." Frye stood up and took out a complete police inspector uniform from the team's personal wardrobe, with two silver stars on the shoulders shining brightly.
"Try not to mess it up." Frye looked at Kenley changing into the police inspector outfit and emerging from the inner room. His nearly perfect figure plus the crisp police inspector uniform made everyone's eyes light up, and he couldn't help but say enviously.
"Don't worry, after we return, I believe Old Neil will prepare one for you too." Luo Yao walked over and helped Kenley straighten his slightly crooked collar. "Very handsome."
"Let's go." Dunn took out his pocket watch to check the time. The three men went downstairs and boarded the prepared carriage. Brett looked at Kenley walking over in police uniform, smiled and extended his right fist wearing black gloves, bumping it with his.
"Congratulations on your promotion, Inspector Kenley."
The three men successively got on the carriage and sat facing each other.
Brett gave a light shout, and the carriage slowly drove out of "Blackthorn Security Company," turned right onto the road, and picked up speed.
"Captain, what should I pay attention to?" Kenley asked cautiously.
"Observe." Dunn closed his eyes. "And trust your intuition."
"Intuition?"
"Mm, you're already a Beyonder. Intuition is very important in some situations, important enough that you can rely on it to find clues that others cannot notice, then find the real culprit of the case." Leonard took out a poetry collection from his pocket, reading while saying casually.
Kenley pondered thoughtfully.
The carriage stopped at the street entrance of Iron Cross Street. The residents here were all craftsmen who worked in nearby factories or worked from home. The rooms were mostly one-bedroom or two-bedroom apartments. Upon entering, there was a kitchen that also served as a dining room, with a washroom beside it, and walking further in were one or two bedrooms. The ventilation was good, but once Tingen City's winter arrived, the houses with poor insulation would cause heat to dissipate rapidly, forcing residents here to wrap themselves in double blankets while working.
Our "Fool" lives here.
"Good morning, Inspector sirs." A thick-browed, big-eyed police officer walked over and saluted the three men.
"I am Officer Mountbatten, responsible for the security of the apartments on this street. The person you're looking for is in the second room on the second floor."
"Please lead the way, Officer Mountbatten." Captain Dunn said quietly. "Please let us handle the conversation later."
He casually handed the black cane in his hand to Kenley, who took it and felt his right hand sink slightly. The cane handle was plated with a layer of silver on the outside, very fitting for middle-aged nobility's usage habits, with a slightly worn copper spike at the bottom that could be inserted firmly into sandy ground.
"The cane is for your protection," Captain Dunn said in a low voice.
The captain always thinks very thoroughly.
"Thank you, Captain." Kenley replied equally quietly.
Mountbatten led the three men up the stairs and knocked three times on Klein's door with his fist. "Open up."
"Who is it?" A low male voice came from inside.
"Me, Mountbatten, Officer Beech Mountbatten." Mountbatten said loudly.
"Alright, I'm coming right away."
The three men exchanged glances. Based on Klein's performance, he didn't seem like a suspect at all.
The door opened, and a man wearing a black vest and linen shirt stood straight, looking up and down at the visitors. His eyes were full of confusion and bewilderment, as if he completely didn't know what mistake he had made.
"These three inspector gentlemen have business with you." Mountbatten stepped through the door and looked around at the room's furnishings.
"Benson is at work, my sister Melissa is at school." Klein replied. "What questions do you inspector gentlemen have?"
"Do you know Mr. Welch and Miss Naya?" Leonard asked.
Leonard inquired about Klein's related questions while carefully observing Klein's facial expressions. The latter's dejected and confused expressions seemed to come completely from the heart, not at all like they were pretended.
It seems there's nothing for me to do here.
Kenley looked inside. The bedroom on the left was slightly larger than the one on the right. Against the door inside was placed a high-low bunk bed, facing the window was a slightly worn desk, with the two corners of the desk already uneven. Several thick books and notebooks were placed under the desk corners to maintain a precarious balance.
The "Fool's" first home really looks quite shabby.
He walked into the room and casually picked up the open notebook on the desk. This was precisely the last notebook of the original owner before his death, and also the one Klein was reading. Opening to the last page, a line of prominent text caught his eye.
"Everyone will die, including me..."
This was the suggestion that the Antigonus notebook gave to Klein. How terrifying.
"What a strange thing?" Kenley turned to look at Klein. "Everyone will die, including me... What does this mean?"
Everyone looked up at Klein. Kenley stared intently at Klein's expression. If he had already been influenced by this notebook, some signs should appear.
"I don't know, I really don't know... After waking up this morning, I felt something was wrong with myself, as if I had forgotten some things, especially what happened in recent days. I'm not even clear why I would write such a sentence." Klein painfully held his head.
"You actually use the clumsy excuse of forgetting memories. Do you take us for fools?" Mountbatten said angrily.
"This is true." Klein spread his hands and looked at everyone with frank eyes.
"This matter might indeed be true." Dunn said slowly, glancing at Leonard, signaling the latter to continue questioning.
Forgetting is also a good memory protection measure. It seems that Klein, who transmigrated here, wasn't too affected by the original owner's memories.
Leonard continued asking several questions. From Klein's expressions, it didn't seem fake. He seemed to somewhat believe that the other party's memories from recent days had indeed been lost.
"In the next two days, we'll have an expert come. She should have a way to test whether your memory has truly been lost." Dunn said.
"Today's inquiry ends here." Dunn turned and led the three men out of the room.
"You will protect me, won't you?" Klein's shouting voice came from upstairs. Kenley held back his laughter and followed behind Leonard.
The three men bid farewell to Officer Mountbatten and returned to the carriage. Dunn looked at Kenley. "Kenley, what did your intuition tell you?"