Chapter 97: Atmospheric Pollution Investigation Committee

Chapter Ninety-SevenAtmospheric Pollution Investigation Committee

Sir Des Shaw? Mr. Hibbert Hall? Who are those people? I do not know either of them at all…

Klein pretended he had no questions and said half jokingly, “I hope they can bring Backlund blue skies and sunlight.”

“Yes. Although what one burns in one’s own fireplace is everyone’s freedom and a right granted by law, blue skies and sunlight are things more worthy of longing for.”

Luke Sammer, a member of the Soot Reduction Association, echoed with a sigh. Then he pointed toward the hired carriage. “We should be going. Mary urgently needs some help.”

Stelyn Sammer added with feigned reserve, “Perhaps Members of Parliament will attend the banquet. From the Backlund region, or even from the kingdom itself.”

“One can imagine how grand that banquet will be,” Klein said politely, watching the Sammers board the carriage and leave.

Just as he turned, preparing to head to the postbox at the end of the street, a postman in a dark-green uniform drove a carriage over and delivered a letter into the mailbox by his door.

A letter for me?

Klein took out a string of keys and casually chose the ancient-looking one whose color was close to brass.

Click!

The Master Key opened the mailbox with ease.

From now on, I can go out carrying only this one key…

Muttering to himself, Klein took out the newspapers he had subscribed to and the letter that had just been delivered.

The letter came from Isengard Stanton.

The day before, he had also gone through old unsolved serial murder cases, selected several that were most suspicious, and used the police department to preliminarily confirm the current situations of the corresponding suspects. He had then written to Klein, Kaslana, and the other private detectives interested in that line of investigation, sharing what he had gained.

Among them were precisely the two cases Klein had focused on most.

Great detectives see alike… The letter I was about to send has become pointless…

Klein mocked himself once, then returned to the sitting room.

According to Isengard’s description, in the case of random murders targeting people who returned home late at night, many people had been investigated, but no suspect had ever been locked down. After so many years, trying to search for clues again would now be extremely difficult, nearly hopeless.

As for the other case, among the four suspects, one had been a teenager. His mother had also been one of the victims: a prostitute, single, and with him as her only child. He had suffered abuse from his mother, was withdrawn and vicious, and had been the police’s first suspect. But within half a year after that case, he was seriously wounded in a gang fight in the East Borough and died in the operating room of a charity hospital.

His corpse, under witness, was reduced to ashes and buried in a cemetery.

That meant he could not be connected to the current serial murder case.

If he had not been cremated, I definitely would have gone to dig up his grave and confirm it… The resurrected Klein seriously considered the possibility that the other party might also have risen from the dead.

Of the remaining three suspects, one had moved several times over the years. The police had already lost track of his situation and needed more time to find him. Another had gone bankrupt and moved from the North Borough to the East Borough. The last had remained the same as before, still running a grocery store on that old street.

Klein drew out a fresh sheet of letter paper. He first described the corresponding situation, then asked the recipient to secretly observe the two suspects with specific addresses. He especially emphasized:

“Serial murderers are cruel, ferocious, and strongly aggressive. Please be careful, and do not approach them too closely. Observe them as though you were merely ordinary neighbors.

“The information I need concerns their recent mental state. For instance, whether they have been irritable…