Chapter 15 Chapter fifteen

On the way to Sabasberg, Kohlberg suddenly remembered that he had not paid the application fee for the chess game.He would love to play chess, and Monday is the deadline for applications.So Kohlberg parked the car in Vassar Park and walked across to the post office. Kohlberg filled out the money order and obediently waited in line. In front of him was a man in a sheepskin coat and fur hat.Every time Kohlberg stood in line, he seemed to get behind people who had a lot to do.The man held a thick stack of remittance notices and letters in his hand. Kohlberg shrugged his broad shoulders, sighed, and waited helplessly.A small piece of paper suddenly fell out of the document in the man's hand.The paper fell to the floor and turned out to be a postage stamp.Colberg bent to pick up the stamp, then touched the man on the shoulder.

"You dropped something." The man turned his head to look at Kohlberg, his brown eyes showed surprise, recognition and disgust one after another. "You dropped your stuff," repeated Kohlberg. "It's unlucky," the man said slowly, "Even if a postage stamp is lost, there will be a note to deal with it." Kohlberg handed over the stamp. "You keep it." The man turned his head away after speaking. When he was done, he left without even looking at Kohlberg. Kohlberg was a little confused.The other party was probably joking, but then again, the man didn't seem to be joking at all.Kohlberg is extremely poor at recognizing people and often cannot recognize faces that should be remembered. When someone recognizes Kohlberg, he doesn't know who he is talking to.

Kohlberg sent the application fee. He looked at the stamp curiously.The stamp was beautiful, with a bird on it. It was the latest in a series of stamps. If Kohlberg guessed correctly, letters with this stamp would be guaranteed to be delivered more slowly. The post office is the best at this kind of thing. No, Kohlberg thought, the post office was pretty efficient, and he shouldn't have complained, especially now that it wasn't as inefficient as it had been a few years ago when the new zip code system started. Kohlberg was thinking about the weirdness of the world, while driving to the hospital.

The crime scene remains heavily guarded, and Nieman's room remains the same. Of course Larson had arrived early. Kohlberg and Larsson never got along.There are only a handful of people who get along well with Larson. In fact, only one finger is enough, that is——Leen. For Kohlberg and Larsson, being forced to work together was nerve-wracking.But it seems that this may not be the case at present - it's just that the environment happened to make them appear in the same room at the same time. This so-called coincidence is Nieman.Nieman's death was so tragic that Kohlberg almost cried out.

Larson also looked bitter. "Do you know him?" he asked. Corberg nodded. "Me too. The guy's the best bastard in the game, but God bless me I didn't work with him." Larson had never been an ordinary policeman, only in form for a while.He was a ship's administrator before becoming a police officer, first in the navy and later in the merchant marine.Larson doesn't work his way up from the ground up like Kohlberg and Martin Baker. "How is the investigation going on here?" "Haven't found anything but what you can see," Larson said. "A lunatic came in through that window and killed him without batting an eye."

Corberg nodded. "I'm interested in that bayonet," Larson murmured, as if to himself. "The man who wields it knows what he's doing, and knows the weapon well. What kind of man do you think?" " "That's right," said Kohlberg. "Probably a soldier or a butcher." "Or the police," Larson said. In the entire Bureau, Larson was probably the least likely to be a fan of camaraderie. So his popularity is not good. "Come on, Larson, you're exaggerating too much," said Kohlberg. "Perhaps. Do you want to take this case?"

Corberg nodded. "What about you?" he asked. "should be." The two looked at each other coldly without any excitement. "Maybe we don't have to work together," Kolberg said. "I hope so," Larson said.