Moreover, that gentleman is probably an “audience”, not a specially trained person, and it is almost impossible to conceal the true purpose and thoughts in front of him.
“It’s not enough to find someone to transfer you. It’s not enough to be mysterious. The more people involved, the more likely it is that problems will arise. Maybe we can consider ways to hide the truth within the truth, so that the expressions and body language that the doctor sees are all reflections of my true thoughts. , but not the whole idea.”
While listening to Detective Henry introduce the relevant situation of Dast Guderian, Klein was thinking about what method should be adopted to avoid risks to the greatest extent without affecting the achievement of the goal.
Gradually, he found inspiration from the police and spy movies he had watched.
“Yes, you can give it a try, but you must practice it repeatedly beforehand.” Klein nodded in his mind and returned all his attention to Detective Henry’s words.
“Ahem” Henry cleared his throat and said, “We are still in the process of commissioning the red chimney. You should know that there are many similar buildings in Tingen City. Of course, if you can provide other clues, the matter will be simple. ”
Klein laughed hoarsely:
“If I had any other clues, I wouldn’t have entrusted you with it.”
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 obviously aware of his divination and had enough time to move to a hiding place.
Therefore, he only hopes to find further clues from the corresponding guest information.
Thinking about this worth 7 pounds, Klein felt heartbroken. After Detective Henry finished describing it, he picked up his cane and said goodbye and went out.
Saturday morning, eight forty, in the doctor’s office of Greenhull Lunatic Asylum.
Dast Guderian, who wore gold-rimmed glasses and had an outstanding temperament, took off his coat, took off his hat, and hung them on the coat rack.
As soon as he picked up the tin can containing coffee powder, he heard a knock on the door.
“Please come in.” Dust said nonchalantly.
Then, he saw the half-open door pushed open and a young man wearing a black knee-length trench coat walked in.
Because of the unfamiliarity of the other party, Dast said in confusion:
“Good morning, are you”
Klein closed the door, took off his hat, put it on his chest, and saluted:
“Good morning, Dr. Dast, please forgive me for my presumptuous visit. I am Trainee Inspector Klein Moretti of the Ahowa County Police Department. This is my ID and badge.”
“Inspector” Dast whispered and took the other party’s ID and badge.
“Special Operations Department” He slowly raised his head, his eyes calm without any ripples, as if he was examining something.
Short black hair, pupils darker than brown, a bit scholarly, calm and calm, no malicious intent at the moment
Dast returned the items in his hands and pointed to the chair opposite the desk after careful consideration: