Inside the Rice Police Station which was in charge of Minsk Street and the surrounding district.
Klein shook hands with the officer who escorted him out.
“This threatening letter must’ve had something to do with the previous serial murders. The organizer of the detective team, the great detective, Mr. Isengard Stanton, has already been attacked this afternoon!
“Please take it seriously.”
The police officer retracted his hand and said, “Don’t worry, Mr. Moriarty. We definitely won’t ignore your suggestion and immediately report it to the higher-ups.”
“Thank you so much.” Klein put on his hat and walked out the door.
After seeing the two threatening letters and the provocation from the suspected Devil dog’s master, Klein didn’t hesitate to bring the evidence to the nearest police station to report the case. He secretly hoped that the matter would be transferred to the Mandated Punishers or the Machinery Hivemind Team as quickly as possible so that he could be placed under the protection of official Beyonders.
Although he no longer had any reason to keep his identity as a detective, being fully capable of giving up his residence at 15 Minsk Street and switching to another residence and identity, he suspected that this might have been the purpose of the author of that threatening letter.
Using the fear of wild Beyonders being exposed, the perpetrator was forcing him to flee under the cover of the night. Then, during this process, he could seize the opportunity to launch an attack.
As soon as he got out of the carriage, he saw a figure loitering in front of his house with the help of the street lamps amid the drizzle.
Klein’s heart skipped a beat, but he immediately relaxed as he recognized the visitor.
It was Stuart, a slim private detective with a medium build, who adored him.
Detective Stuart abruptly turned his head and nervously said, “Mr. Moriarty, I received a threatening letter. It said: ‘All of you will die!'”
“You received it as well?” Klein blurted out in surprise while also finding it understandable.
Stuart was also one of the detectives that Isengard Stanton had gathered for the investigation of the serial murders.
Stuart’s eyes widened abruptly.
“You received it too?”
“Yes.” Klein nodded seriously.
“What should I do? I first went to visit Mr. Stanton, but I heard that he was attacked, so I immediately came to you. Oh, thank God for His blessings. I was about to leave!” Stuart blurted out.
Klein pointed to the door.
“Let’s talk inside.”
After entering the living room, Klein excused himself to the bathroom and hurriedly went above the gray fog to perform two divinations. First, it was to confirm that the person was Stuart. And second, if there was any relatively serious danger that night. He received a revelation confirming both.
In other words, Stuart wasn’t the enemy in disguise, and it would be a night of considerable danger.
Of course, that danger might not happen right in front of Klein, but someone might be wiped out in secret. That was the limitation of divination. All he could receive was a revelation of a certain degree, not the entire answer. He was unable to get a precise answer.
Furthermore, the limitations in mysticism couldn’t be solved by techniques such as exclusion or dichotomy.
Returning to the real world, Klein pressed the mechanical button of the toilet bowl, and in the midst of the splashing water, he washed his hands and opened the door.
“Stuart, would you like coffee or tea?” Klein asked in a completely composed manner.
Stuart stood up and shook his head.
“No, we should discuss the problem first. Although I’ve received many threatening letters in the past, none of them can be compared to what I received today. He must’ve written them using fresh blood! My intuition tells me that he’ll definitely take action, and that he has the ability to do so!
“By the way, Mr. Stanton was attacked by that same person, wasn’t he?”
“I think so,” Klein said stoically before sitting down. “This likely has something to do with the previous serial murders. The common thing that you, me, and Mr. Stanton share in common is that case.”
Being infected by his attitude, Stuart calmed down significantly. He sat down again and said while deep in thought, “It seems to be the case…”
Before he could finish his sentence, tinkling sounds suddenly echoed in the room.
Someone had rung the doorbell.
Stuart instantly jolted, like a frightened bird.
Klein frowned as he looked at him before getting up to head for the door.
As soon as he touched the handle, the scene outside appeared in his mind.
The visitors were Detective Kaslana in her gray tweed coat; her red-haired assistant, Lydia; and several other men who looked familiar.
He pulled open the door and took two steps back.
With bushy eyebrows and slightly drooping cheeks, Kaslana looked at Klein and Stuart who was behind him. Without exchanging pleasantries, she bluntly said, “We’ve all received the same threatening letter, so I believe you guys did too, right?”
“Yes,” Klein replied solemnly.
Kaslana didn’t shy away from exhaling a breath of white mist.
“We were all assembled by Mr. Stanton to participate in the investigation of the serial murders. That’s the only thing we have in common.”
“I think so too.” Klein pointed inside his house. “Let’s talk inside.”
Watching the six private detectives enter, Klein quickly analyzed the intentions of the Devil dog’s master.
Klein was able to deduce two or three possibilities in just twenty to thirty seconds, and giving each of them a preliminary opinion.
Thinking of the divination outcome that indicated that there would be significant danger tonight, Klein thoughtfully nodded his head, closed the door, and entered the living room. He said to the sitting or standing detectives, “Have you called the police?”
Representing the rest, Kaslana replied, “Some have called the police, while others have tried to find Mr. Stanton or familiar friends. Finally, all of us got together and discussed about visiting you, the great detective.”
Klein gently nodded and deliberately said, “Everyone, don’t be too nervous. The person who sent the letter should be trying to get revenge for that serial murder, but he’s only one person, with at most one or two companions. As for us, we have a total of eight detectives, all skilled in combat and shooting, so why should we be afraid of him?
“Besides, we were not the only ones assembled by Mr. Stanton, and it must be the same for those who received the threatening letters. They just didn’t end up meeting you or come to visit me.”
Upon hearing his words, Kaslana and her assistant, Lydia, revealed doubtful expressions, as if they were unsure of something.
Another detective took a deep breath.
“Mr. Moriarty, perhaps it’s as you say, we need not be afraid of him.
“But he’s a sinister snake lurking in the dark. No one knows when he will launch an attack, and no one can guard against it in advance. Furthermore, he might even harm our family members.”
“Family members?”
“Oh, my wife!”
“No, my little angel!”
The detectives were instantly overwhelmed by their emotions as they exhibited exaggerated reactions.
Standing behind Klein, Stuart was trembling with fear and anger.
“No, I don’t want that…” he murmured, almost losing control of his emotions.
Just as Klein and Kaslana attempted to calm them down, Stuart suddenly drew his gun and aimed it at the back of Klein’s head!
His eyes were glazed over, and his emotions seemed to have completely overwhelmed him.
