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[color=0054a6][b] [h1][center]Helmut Kürten[/center] [/h1][/b][/color]
[color=0054a6][h2]8pm,  Saturday 3 November 1923, The Cabaret Club[/h2][/color]

Helmut sat with the others inside the club. Occasionally, he was sipping from the glass of orange in front of him. He still couldn’t shake off the dread from this case. But he felt they were not getting any closer to solving this case.  “[color=0054a6]Well, from me and fräulein Nicola found in the asylum, we got some insight into the killer’s psyche. He told us that the killer has some sexual frustration and would take these frustrations out on women. However, we didn’t get many clues from the warden. But our investigation from the graveyard provided more fruitful. From what clues we could get from the local grave keeper, A man named Schmidt might have some connection to the case. But unfortunately, he can’t answer any questions since he’s dead. But we could get some clues if we go to the morgue. Or just looking around the police station.[/color]” Helmut was nervously fiddling with his glass. 

Again, the blonde man felt he was contributing nothing to the investigation. With what clues he had, finding the killer was meaningless. Helmut hoped Nicola, Rudy, or Aleyn could give Temple some good news.