Mystery: The Lamp God’s Path To Freedom

The image of the outsider was clearly reflected in Klein's mind, with light green eyes and a big beard.

What is Detective Stuart looking for me for? Regarding Emlyn's matter, haven't his parents already settled the entrustment fee?

Stuart came into the living room like a gust of cold wind. Just about to take off his coat, he suddenly found that the temperature inside the room was about the same as outside, so he asked loudly in surprise:

"Sherlock, why don't you light the fireplace?"

Because I have more advanced heating equipment.

"I'm about to go out, how about a cup of hot coffee?"

"Uh...do you have black tea?"

Are you disgusted with my bad coffee?

Klein made the black tea and handed it to Stuart.

Sitting on the sofa holding black tea, Stuart said:

"You know about the recent serial murder case. Under pressure, Severus is ready to seek the help of detectives and entrust the matter to the famous detective Mr. Essinger Stanton, and Mr. Stanton found us I thought of you when I was brainstorming with familiar detectives, you must have excellent reasoning ability and extensive network channels to find Mr. Emlyn so quickly, so I invite you to join."

Klein's first reaction was to decline. After all, he didn't really want to be famous, and he was also afraid that there would be Nighthawks among the police.

Seeing that Klein didn't answer right away, Stuart lowered his voice slightly, as if he would be embarrassed to be overheard, and added: "The bonus is very attractive. I heard that some family members of the victims added a lot of gold pounds."

"how many?"

"There are two thousand pounds in total. Even if we don't make a big contribution in the end, it is estimated that each person can get dozens of pounds."

Stuart took a sip of black tea, frowned slightly, and said:

"It's not me, Sherlock, I think your talent not only deserves better coffee, but also better black tea."

Next time you come again, I'll pour you plain water.

Klein hesitated for a while, feeling that it would be a bit strange if he didn't agree to this, so he said with a smile:

"Sounds like a good job, thank you very much for your invitation."

"At two o'clock in the afternoon, I will come to you and go to Mr. Stanton's house to discuss the case together."

The two chatted for a while, and Stuart offered to leave.

After sending Stuart to the door, Klein returned to the living room, found all the newspapers in the recent period, found all the reports on the murder case, and read them repeatedly.

I still can't figure out why a serial murder case can't be solved for a long time in this world with extraordinary power.

Klein put away the newspaper, walked to the second floor, and closed the curtains again. No matter what, he had to go to the gray mist for divination.

Afternoon, Hillston District, Isengard Stanton's house.

"This is the dossier brought over by the police, everyone take a look."

Mr. Essinger took out a large stack of documents and arranged them on the table in the living room according to the time when the five cases occurred.

"I believe that none of you are unfamiliar with the recent serial murder case. Do you have any ideas? Let's discuss it."

Essinger sat on the easy chair, rubbed the pipe, and occasionally put it to his mouth to smoke.

"Besides that the victims are all women, is there anything else in common?"

Detective Stuart asked first.

"They all have husbands and their family conditions are good. I don't know if this counts."

Essinger said slowly.

"Is there nothing else? Likes, dislikes, beliefs, former occupations, intersections of whereabouts, common experiences, etc."

"It has not been found yet, and a more in-depth investigation of the victim is still being conducted to summarize the target conditions of this serial murder case."

"If the victim's family conditions are very good, is it possible that they have a hatred of the rich, and do their husbands have something in common?"

An unknown detective raised a question.

"This is a direction to increase the investigation of the victim's husband."

Essinger spit out a big smoke ring.

Klein looked down at the dossier, which was much more detailed than the one in the newspaper. It also included photos of the crime scene. The victim was dismembered into pieces, and the internal organs were scattered on the ground. The scene was bloody.

The method of dismemberment is not clever, it seems to be cut directly with a knife, but the bones cannot be easily cut, right? Could it be that they were chopped with an axe?

From time to time the voices of the detectives would be heard in the living room, asking questions, inferences, hypotheses.

Klein finished flipping through all the files and didn't have any clues for a while.

But he didn't feel depressed, after all, I'm not the real Sherlock, nor the real Moriarty, Klein complained inwardly.

I can try divination, and then according to the result, reversely compile a suitable reasoning process.

Klein stood up and asked Essinger's assistant where the bathroom was.

Sitting on the toilet, holding a few pieces of victim information that he brought along, Klein was going to use his dreams to divination the murderer's information.

In the hazy dream, there is only the ever-changing fog, and nothing is displayed.

Is it because the information is not enough, and the divination failed? Or anti-divination?

If I ask for the victim's flesh and belongings or participate in the farewell ceremony, will I be considered a pervert?

Klein stood up and pressed the water pump button. He planned to go to the gray mist to confirm after returning home.

Back in the living room, everyone was still discussing heatedly, Klein went to the seat in the corner and sat down without speaking.

At night, above the gray mist, Klein manifested the information he had read during the day. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

The pictures flashed repeatedly, and each picture started with a woman suddenly falling down clutching her chest, and then a hooded man appeared, hugged the woman to a hidden corner, and pulled out a bone dagger in the shape of a sheep's horn. The man quickly cut open the woman's abdomen, took out the internal organs, and quickly dismembered the body.

Except for a little slowness when dealing with the first victim, the rest are done in one go, just like an excellent butcher who has been practicing for many years.

After finishing all this, he took out something similar to a spell, and the spell suddenly burst into an inner red and blue flame, as if something invisible had been ignited and burned.

The man's face under the hood was young and handsome.

Klein opened his eyes, and habitually knocked on the edge of the long bronze table with his right hand.

The victim should have died from the curse first, and then be dismembered. The path and sequence of the murderer cannot be seen, but combined with the act of killing purely for the purpose of killing, it is very likely that it is the sequence seven of the criminal path. A serial killer, he's supposed to be playing.

Although I know the appearance of the murderer, I don't know anything about his identity. Even if I can find out his identity, how can I reasonably guide the police to identify the murderer.

If only I could send anonymous emails, make anonymous phone calls, and send anonymous text messages. Unfortunately, this is a world of divination and psychics.

Anti-divination, anti-divination...

Suddenly, Klein had a flash of inspiration.