Sir Deville's bedroom is larger than the living room and dining room of Klein's house. It consists of the bed, living, changing part, washing part and bookshelves and desk part. It is decorated in exquisite detail and has luxurious details.
But in Klein's feeling, the lighting here is dark and the temperature is at least half lower than outside.
At the same time, he seemed to hear crying after crying and moans like dying struggles.
Klein was a little dazed, and everything returned to normal: the bright sunlight penetrated the windows and spread the entire bedroom; the temperature was neither high nor low; the surrounding police, bodyguards and housekeepers were silent and spoke without saying a word.
This... he turned his head and looked at the classical and gorgeous bed, and saw that there seemed to be pairs of blurred eyes hovering in the shadow, like moths next to the gas lamp that were not afraid of death.
After walking a few steps, approaching there, Klein lost the picture he had just seen.
Not a standard unjust soul, nor an evil spirit...what exactly is it?Klein frowned, recalling the mysterious knowledge he had mastered during this period.
In his opinion, it is probably not difficult to hand over today's mission to the corpse collector, the gravedigger, and the psychic, but this is obviously not the area he is best at.
Resisting the urge to divine and investigate the direction, Klein slowly looked around, looking for other traces to confirm the guesses in his heart.
This, inspector.Sir Deville hesitated and said, "Have you found anything?"
If it was so easy to discover, I don’t think my colleagues would wait until now.Klein said clichés and subconsciously glanced at the great philanthropist.
Just as he was about to withdraw his gaze, he suddenly found a light white figure reflected in the mirror behind Sir Deville.
No, it is one after another, twisted and simple white figure!
The figure flashed away, and Klein seemed to hear a faint cry again.
Huh... He breathed a turbid breath to relieve the fear that he almost drew his gun just now.
He increased his inspiration and opened his spiritual vision, and sooner or later he would be scared crazy... Klein relieved his own tension by complaining about himself, and then turned his sight back to Sir Deville.
This time, he saw something different.
Sir Deville, who was in this bedroom, occasionally flashed light, twisted shadows around him, making the light slightly dim in that area.
And every flash will inevitably be accompanied by illusory crying and moans that are difficult for normal people to hear.
Is it difficult for normal people to hear it in normal state?Because of the daytime?Klein nodded thoughtfully.
He has made a preliminary judgment on this case:
What entangles Sir Deville is a series of resentment, which is the spiritual remnant caused by the most difficult emotions to let go before human death!
If this kind of resentment and remnant accumulates for a while, and is several times stronger, it will become a terrifying evil spirit.
However, Sir Deville is a famous philanthropist. Even if Benson is so picky, he respects him very much. How could he have so many resentment from death?
duplicity?
The means of the extraordinary person with bad intentions?
Klein guessed the possibility in confusion.
He thought for a while, looked at Deville, and said:
Dear jazz, I have a few questions.
Speaking.Deville sat down tiredly and weakly.
Klein organized the language:
When you leave here and go to new places, like the countryside, like Beckland, have you gained a brief peace of at least the middle of the night, and then your situation slowly recovers and becomes more and more serious, until you sleep during the day, you will also hear moans and crying?
Deville's half-closed eyes opened, and there was a little more brilliance in his blue eyes:
Yes, you found the root cause of the matter?
Only then did he realize that due to long-term insomnia and poor mental condition, he forgot to tell the police such an important clue!
Seeing that Klein's question was answered positively, Inspector Tolle secretly breathed a sigh of relief and understood that the night watchman had found the clue.
Sheriff Gate was surprised and curious, and couldn't help but look at the psychology expert Klein for several glances.
It is in line with the characteristics of gradually entanglement of resentment and a little gathering... Klein, who received feedback, basically confirmed the answer.
He now has two ways to help Sir Devil get rid of his troubles. One is to set up an altar directly around the other party, and use ritual magic to completely eliminate the resentment of death. The other is to use other mysterious means to find the source of the problem and fundamentally solve the problem.
Considering that trying not to let ordinary people know about the existence of extraordinary power, Klein plans to try the second method first, and then pray to the goddess if there is no effect.
Sir, you are mentally ill, mentally ill.He looked at Deville and talked seriously.
Sir Deville frowned and asked:
You mean, I am a mentally ill and need to go to a mad asylum?
No, it's not that serious. In fact, most people have more or less psychological and mental problems.Klein casually comforted her, please allow me to make a new introduction, I am a psychology expert at the Ahova County Police Department.
Psychology expert?Deville and his housekeeper looked at the acquaintance inspector Tole.
Tolezheng focused on his head and said that this was indeed the case.
Well, what do I need to do to cooperate with the treatment?Moreover, I don't understand why my housekeeper, my bodyguard, my servant could hear crying and moaning... Deville held the cane with both hands, looking puzzled.
Klein answered very professionally:
I'll explain it to you later.
Please ask your housekeeper, your servant and your bodyguard out, Inspector Tolle, Sheriff Gate, please leave together, I need a quiet environment for preliminary treatment.
Use spells to heal... Inspector Tole silently made up for him and nodded to Sir Deville.
Deville was silent for more than ten seconds and said:
Karen, you take them to the living room on the second floor to wait.
Yes, jazz.Butler Karen did not refute because the request was made by the formal police officer, trainee inspector, and psychology expert.
Watching them leave one after another and close the door, Klein looked at Deville, with dark blonde hair and blue eyes, and said:
Jazz, please lie on the bed, relax and try to fall asleep.
……OK.Deville hung his coat and hat on the coat rack, walked slowly to the edge of the bed, and lay down.
Klein pulled all the curtains to make the room dark.
He untied the pendant and quickly made a simple judgment of good and bad luck with the spiritual portal. Then he sat on a rocking chair not far from the end of the bed, outlined the light ball, entered meditation, and let the spiritual world appear in front of him.
Immediately afterwards, he leaned on the back of the chair and fell into a deep sleep, allowing his astral body to contact the outside world.
He is using the technique of dream divination to communicate with the resentment of Sir Deville in a spiritual environment similar to dreaming.
Only by communication can we get answers and solve problems!
Woo woo woo woo woo!
The sad crying illusion lingers in Klein's ears, and he sees light white and transparent figures appearing around him.
He, He, He, and the painful moans came. Klein, who had barely regained his ability to think, stretched out his right hand and touched one of them.
Suddenly, the figures turned into moths that were fighting for fire, and they threw themselves at him one by one.
Klein's eyes suddenly blurred, and his head seemed to be split in half, half looking at it calmly, and half seeing the mirror.
In the mirror is a young girl dressed in a worker and strong body. She walked in a dusty factory, her head churned and thrust.
Her vision was sometimes blurred, and her body became thinner.
She seemed to hear someone calling her Charlotte saying she had ordinary hysteria.
Hysteria?She looked into the mirror and saw a blue line that seemed to be there or not on her gums.
……
As the camera turned, Klein seemed to see it again, transforming into a girl named Mary.
She also walked in the lead-making factory, young and lively.
Suddenly, half of her cheeks began to twitch continuously, followed by the arms and legs on the same side.
You have epilepsy.She heard someone say this while her whole body twitched.
She twitched and fell down, the degree became more and more intense, and finally lost consciousness.
……
Another girl, she was depressed, wandering around the streets as if stupid, and even had a language barrier.
Her headache was very serious, her gums had blue lines, and she twitched from time to time.
She met a doctor who said:
Ravoti, you are affected by lead.
The doctor looked at her with sympathy, watching her twitch again, and for several consecutive times, as she lost all her spirit in her eyes.
……
The scenes were presented in Klein's mind, half immersed in, half observing calmly.
Suddenly, he completely understood what these girls had happened:
They are female workers who have been exposed to lead white for a long time and have been exposed to dust for a long time. They died of lead poisoning.
Sir Deville happened to have a lead-making factory and two ceramic factories, all of which employ relatively low-priced female workers!
Klein looked at all this silently, feeling that there was only one thing left and yet to figure it out:
Such resentment to death is very small, and even if the number is accumulated, it cannot have any impact on reality or on Deville.
Unless, unless there is a stronger and more persistent resentment that turns them into a whole.
At this moment, he saw another girl.
The girl is no more than eighteen years old and is helping with porcelain glazing in the factory.
Hailey, how are you doing recently? Do you feel a headache?If it is serious, remember to tell me that Sir Deville stipulates that people with severe headaches should not be exposed to lead and must leave the factory.an older woman asked with concern.
Hailey touched her forehead and replied with a smile:
One thing is, it's okay.
Then let me know if it is serious tomorrow.The older woman reminded.
Hailey agreed and returned home, pressing her forehead from time to time.
She saw her parents and brothers coming back from outside and saw their faces full of sadness.
Your father and brother are out of work… Her mother said, wiping her tears.
Her father and brother lowered their heads and whispered:
We will go to the dock to find something to do.
But we didn't even have money for the day after tomorrow... Maybe we had to move to the bottom of the Xia Street... Haley's mother looked at her with red eyes. When will you get your salary?It's 10 Suler, right?
Haley pinched her forehead again:
Well, Saturday, Saturday.
She said nothing, as quiet as usual, and returned to the factory the next day and told the supervisor that the headache was cured and there was no problem.
She smiled and walked 5 kilometers to work every day, and then walked 5 kilometers to go home. The movements of pressing and rubbing her head became more and more frequent.
Haven't you found a job yet?Hailey looked at the black bread cooked in the soup and couldn't help asking her father and brother.
Her father said distressedly:
Recently, there have been a downturn, and many places have laid off employees. Even the docks have to work day and rest for a day, and only 7p can get 3 Sule in a week.
Haley sighed and said nothing, as quiet as ever, just quietly hid her sudden twitching left hand behind her.
The next day, she walked to work again, the sun was slowly shining, and the number of pedestrians on the street gradually changed from fewer to more.
Suddenly, she twitched, her whole body twitching.
She fell to the side of the road, foaming out of her mouth.
She looked at the sky, her vision began to blur. She saw people coming and going, saw someone approaching, saw a carriage passing by, and saw the white dove emblem of the Deville family spreading its wings and about to fly.
She opened her mouth hard, but couldn't make any sound.
So, she still said nothing, just as quiet as usual.
But unlike usual, she died.
But in Klein's feeling, the lighting here is dark and the temperature is at least half lower than outside.
At the same time, he seemed to hear crying after crying and moans like dying struggles.
Klein was a little dazed, and everything returned to normal: the bright sunlight penetrated the windows and spread the entire bedroom; the temperature was neither high nor low; the surrounding police, bodyguards and housekeepers were silent and spoke without saying a word.
This... he turned his head and looked at the classical and gorgeous bed, and saw that there seemed to be pairs of blurred eyes hovering in the shadow, like moths next to the gas lamp that were not afraid of death.
After walking a few steps, approaching there, Klein lost the picture he had just seen.
Not a standard unjust soul, nor an evil spirit...what exactly is it?Klein frowned, recalling the mysterious knowledge he had mastered during this period.
In his opinion, it is probably not difficult to hand over today's mission to the corpse collector, the gravedigger, and the psychic, but this is obviously not the area he is best at.
Resisting the urge to divine and investigate the direction, Klein slowly looked around, looking for other traces to confirm the guesses in his heart.
This, inspector.Sir Deville hesitated and said, "Have you found anything?"
If it was so easy to discover, I don’t think my colleagues would wait until now.Klein said clichés and subconsciously glanced at the great philanthropist.
Just as he was about to withdraw his gaze, he suddenly found a light white figure reflected in the mirror behind Sir Deville.
No, it is one after another, twisted and simple white figure!
The figure flashed away, and Klein seemed to hear a faint cry again.
Huh... He breathed a turbid breath to relieve the fear that he almost drew his gun just now.
He increased his inspiration and opened his spiritual vision, and sooner or later he would be scared crazy... Klein relieved his own tension by complaining about himself, and then turned his sight back to Sir Deville.
This time, he saw something different.
Sir Deville, who was in this bedroom, occasionally flashed light, twisted shadows around him, making the light slightly dim in that area.
And every flash will inevitably be accompanied by illusory crying and moans that are difficult for normal people to hear.
Is it difficult for normal people to hear it in normal state?Because of the daytime?Klein nodded thoughtfully.
He has made a preliminary judgment on this case:
What entangles Sir Deville is a series of resentment, which is the spiritual remnant caused by the most difficult emotions to let go before human death!
If this kind of resentment and remnant accumulates for a while, and is several times stronger, it will become a terrifying evil spirit.
However, Sir Deville is a famous philanthropist. Even if Benson is so picky, he respects him very much. How could he have so many resentment from death?
duplicity?
The means of the extraordinary person with bad intentions?
Klein guessed the possibility in confusion.
He thought for a while, looked at Deville, and said:
Dear jazz, I have a few questions.
Speaking.Deville sat down tiredly and weakly.
Klein organized the language:
When you leave here and go to new places, like the countryside, like Beckland, have you gained a brief peace of at least the middle of the night, and then your situation slowly recovers and becomes more and more serious, until you sleep during the day, you will also hear moans and crying?
Deville's half-closed eyes opened, and there was a little more brilliance in his blue eyes:
Yes, you found the root cause of the matter?
Only then did he realize that due to long-term insomnia and poor mental condition, he forgot to tell the police such an important clue!
Seeing that Klein's question was answered positively, Inspector Tolle secretly breathed a sigh of relief and understood that the night watchman had found the clue.
Sheriff Gate was surprised and curious, and couldn't help but look at the psychology expert Klein for several glances.
It is in line with the characteristics of gradually entanglement of resentment and a little gathering... Klein, who received feedback, basically confirmed the answer.
He now has two ways to help Sir Devil get rid of his troubles. One is to set up an altar directly around the other party, and use ritual magic to completely eliminate the resentment of death. The other is to use other mysterious means to find the source of the problem and fundamentally solve the problem.
Considering that trying not to let ordinary people know about the existence of extraordinary power, Klein plans to try the second method first, and then pray to the goddess if there is no effect.
Sir, you are mentally ill, mentally ill.He looked at Deville and talked seriously.
Sir Deville frowned and asked:
You mean, I am a mentally ill and need to go to a mad asylum?
No, it's not that serious. In fact, most people have more or less psychological and mental problems.Klein casually comforted her, please allow me to make a new introduction, I am a psychology expert at the Ahova County Police Department.
Psychology expert?Deville and his housekeeper looked at the acquaintance inspector Tole.
Tolezheng focused on his head and said that this was indeed the case.
Well, what do I need to do to cooperate with the treatment?Moreover, I don't understand why my housekeeper, my bodyguard, my servant could hear crying and moaning... Deville held the cane with both hands, looking puzzled.
Klein answered very professionally:
I'll explain it to you later.
Please ask your housekeeper, your servant and your bodyguard out, Inspector Tolle, Sheriff Gate, please leave together, I need a quiet environment for preliminary treatment.
Use spells to heal... Inspector Tole silently made up for him and nodded to Sir Deville.
Deville was silent for more than ten seconds and said:
Karen, you take them to the living room on the second floor to wait.
Yes, jazz.Butler Karen did not refute because the request was made by the formal police officer, trainee inspector, and psychology expert.
Watching them leave one after another and close the door, Klein looked at Deville, with dark blonde hair and blue eyes, and said:
Jazz, please lie on the bed, relax and try to fall asleep.
……OK.Deville hung his coat and hat on the coat rack, walked slowly to the edge of the bed, and lay down.
Klein pulled all the curtains to make the room dark.
He untied the pendant and quickly made a simple judgment of good and bad luck with the spiritual portal. Then he sat on a rocking chair not far from the end of the bed, outlined the light ball, entered meditation, and let the spiritual world appear in front of him.
Immediately afterwards, he leaned on the back of the chair and fell into a deep sleep, allowing his astral body to contact the outside world.
He is using the technique of dream divination to communicate with the resentment of Sir Deville in a spiritual environment similar to dreaming.
Only by communication can we get answers and solve problems!
Woo woo woo woo woo!
The sad crying illusion lingers in Klein's ears, and he sees light white and transparent figures appearing around him.
He, He, He, and the painful moans came. Klein, who had barely regained his ability to think, stretched out his right hand and touched one of them.
Suddenly, the figures turned into moths that were fighting for fire, and they threw themselves at him one by one.
Klein's eyes suddenly blurred, and his head seemed to be split in half, half looking at it calmly, and half seeing the mirror.
In the mirror is a young girl dressed in a worker and strong body. She walked in a dusty factory, her head churned and thrust.
Her vision was sometimes blurred, and her body became thinner.
She seemed to hear someone calling her Charlotte saying she had ordinary hysteria.
Hysteria?She looked into the mirror and saw a blue line that seemed to be there or not on her gums.
……
As the camera turned, Klein seemed to see it again, transforming into a girl named Mary.
She also walked in the lead-making factory, young and lively.
Suddenly, half of her cheeks began to twitch continuously, followed by the arms and legs on the same side.
You have epilepsy.She heard someone say this while her whole body twitched.
She twitched and fell down, the degree became more and more intense, and finally lost consciousness.
……
Another girl, she was depressed, wandering around the streets as if stupid, and even had a language barrier.
Her headache was very serious, her gums had blue lines, and she twitched from time to time.
She met a doctor who said:
Ravoti, you are affected by lead.
The doctor looked at her with sympathy, watching her twitch again, and for several consecutive times, as she lost all her spirit in her eyes.
……
The scenes were presented in Klein's mind, half immersed in, half observing calmly.
Suddenly, he completely understood what these girls had happened:
They are female workers who have been exposed to lead white for a long time and have been exposed to dust for a long time. They died of lead poisoning.
Sir Deville happened to have a lead-making factory and two ceramic factories, all of which employ relatively low-priced female workers!
Klein looked at all this silently, feeling that there was only one thing left and yet to figure it out:
Such resentment to death is very small, and even if the number is accumulated, it cannot have any impact on reality or on Deville.
Unless, unless there is a stronger and more persistent resentment that turns them into a whole.
At this moment, he saw another girl.
The girl is no more than eighteen years old and is helping with porcelain glazing in the factory.
Hailey, how are you doing recently? Do you feel a headache?If it is serious, remember to tell me that Sir Deville stipulates that people with severe headaches should not be exposed to lead and must leave the factory.an older woman asked with concern.
Hailey touched her forehead and replied with a smile:
One thing is, it's okay.
Then let me know if it is serious tomorrow.The older woman reminded.
Hailey agreed and returned home, pressing her forehead from time to time.
She saw her parents and brothers coming back from outside and saw their faces full of sadness.
Your father and brother are out of work… Her mother said, wiping her tears.
Her father and brother lowered their heads and whispered:
We will go to the dock to find something to do.
But we didn't even have money for the day after tomorrow... Maybe we had to move to the bottom of the Xia Street... Haley's mother looked at her with red eyes. When will you get your salary?It's 10 Suler, right?
Haley pinched her forehead again:
Well, Saturday, Saturday.
She said nothing, as quiet as usual, and returned to the factory the next day and told the supervisor that the headache was cured and there was no problem.
She smiled and walked 5 kilometers to work every day, and then walked 5 kilometers to go home. The movements of pressing and rubbing her head became more and more frequent.
Haven't you found a job yet?Hailey looked at the black bread cooked in the soup and couldn't help asking her father and brother.
Her father said distressedly:
Recently, there have been a downturn, and many places have laid off employees. Even the docks have to work day and rest for a day, and only 7p can get 3 Sule in a week.
Haley sighed and said nothing, as quiet as ever, just quietly hid her sudden twitching left hand behind her.
The next day, she walked to work again, the sun was slowly shining, and the number of pedestrians on the street gradually changed from fewer to more.
Suddenly, she twitched, her whole body twitching.
She fell to the side of the road, foaming out of her mouth.
She looked at the sky, her vision began to blur. She saw people coming and going, saw someone approaching, saw a carriage passing by, and saw the white dove emblem of the Deville family spreading its wings and about to fly.
She opened her mouth hard, but couldn't make any sound.
So, she still said nothing, just as quiet as usual.
But unlike usual, she died.
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