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"There are extraordinary factors..." Klein's twilight returned to normal, looking sideways at Leonard and Frye.

Leonard suddenly laughed:

"It's very professional, it's a divination."

You seem to be suggesting something... Klein snorted without a voice.

Frye opened the suitcase, took out the silver knife and other things, and for a few seconds:

"The body told me that she did die from a sudden heart disease... Do you have a way to divinate in more detail?"

Klein nodded seriously:

“I can try the combination of the ‘psychic’ ritual and the ‘dream divination’, hoping to get something from Mrs. Lavis’s remaining spirituality.”

Frye kept the cold and restrained state and stepped back two steps:

"You try first."

He looked at Klein with a slight look, and suddenly he sighed without any ups and downs: "You are getting used to such an occasion."

I don't want to... Klein has the urge to cry, take out the pure dew, essential oils and herbal powders that I need to use, and quickly complete the arrangement of the "Psychic" ceremony.

In the center of the wall of spirituality, he silently recited the name of the goddess of the night, and made a petition in Hemith.

Soon, there was a wind swirling around him, and the light became more and more dim.

The scorpion is already black, and Klein seizes the opportunity to repeatedly recite the divination statement:

"Mrs. Lauvis's death."

"Mrs. Lauvis's death."

......

He stood in a dream, and "seeing" saw the transparent spirit that was in the shadows and squatted around the body.

Then he reached out to the illusory right hand and touched the spirituality left to Mrs. Lawless.

In the twinkling of an eye, there was light and shadow in front of him, and there was a picture flashing.

It was a woman with a thin face and a broken dress who was busy with a matchbox;

It was she who suddenly paused and grabbed her chest;

That is she is talking to two children;

That is her body shaking slightly, gasping for a big breath;

That was when she went to buy brown bread, she was suddenly shot by someone;

That is the sign that she has a heart problem again and again;

That is how she feels tired, lying on the bed, but never waking up.

Klein carefully observed every detail and tried to find traces of the existence of extraordinary factors.

But when it was over, he still didn't get enough clear clues.

Blurring and smashing, Klein withdraws from dreams and returns to reality.

He lifted the wall of spirituality, waiting for Frye and Leonard to watch the show:

"There is no direct symbol. Most of the pictures reveal that Mrs. Lawless has suffered from heart disease. Only one person is different from the others. Mrs. Lauves was photographed from behind, and the hand was white and slender and seemed to belong to women. ”

"For such a family, when it is not the worst, it will not be easy to see a doctor, even if it is only queued at a free charity medical organization, time can not afford to lose, they do not work one day, maybe the next day There is no food." Leonard sighed with a poet's sentimental tone.

Frye looked at the body on the bed and sighed softly.

Not waiting for Klein to open, Leonard quickly switched to the state, as if thinking:

"What do you mean, the extraordinary factor exists in Mrs. Lavis's photograph, from the lady or woman with a slender hand?"

Klein nodded and answered:

"Yes, but this is only my interpretation. Divination is often vague."

He and Leonard did not discuss it again, each retreating to the other side of the floor, allowing Frye to remove the auxiliary equipment and materials from the luggage without any interference, for further inspection.

They waited for a moment, and Frye packed up all kinds of things, cleaned up and covered them, and turned around and said:

"The cause of death is a natural heart disease. There is no doubt about this."

Upon hearing this conclusion, Leonard took a few steps back and forth, and even went to the door, and then spoke for a long time:

“First come here, we go to the Western District Almshouse to see if we can find other clues and see if the two deaths can be connected.”

"Well, it can only be like this." Klein, who was full of doubts, agreed.

Fletti got on the suitcase and walked through two grounds half-slipping, not stepping on someone else's quilt.

Leonard opened the door and took the lead to go out to Lawrence and the tenant:

"You can go home."

Klein thought about it and added:

"The body should not be rushed to bury, wait another day, and perhaps there will be a thorough inspection."

"Okay, okay, police officer." Lavis's micro-bow body was busy answering, and then half of it was numb and said awkwardly. "Actually, I have no money to bury her for a while, but I have to wait a few days." A few days, okay, but fortunately the weather has cooled recently."

Klein was surprised to say:

"Are you going to let the body stay in the room for a few days?"

Lauvis squeezed a smile:

"Well, okay, but fortunately, the weather is cool recently. I can put the body on the table at night. When I eat, I will take her to the bed..."

After he had not finished speaking, Frye suddenly interrupted:

"The cost of my burial is next to your wife."

Then, he dropped such a plain words, did not pay attention to Lavis's horrified expression and the gratitude that followed, and quickly walked to the door of the apartment.

Klein followed closely and was thinking about a problem:

If the weather still maintains the heat of June and July, how will Lawrence treat his wife's body?

Looking for a very dark night, throwing the body into the Tasok River and the Hoy River? Or just find a place to dig a pit and bury it?

Klein knows that "it must be buried in the cemetery" is more than a thousand years ago, in the end of the last era, the seven churches and the royal chambers to reduce and eliminate the laws specifically designed for water ghosts, zombies and resentment.

The specific implementation method is to provide free land by each country, each church is responsible for guarding or patrolling, and only collects a small fee in the cremation and funeral to pay the necessary labor.

But even then, the real poor are still somewhat unaffordable.

After leaving the 134th Street of Iron Cross Street, the three night-timers were separated from Beech-Mount Barton and silently turned to the Western District Almshouse in the nearby streets.

Just approaching there, Klein saw a long queue lined up, just like the situation in the red shop of the people on the earth.

"There are more than one hundred, no, close to two hundred people." He whispered strangely, seeing the queues were worn out, numb, and only occasionally anxiously looking at the door of the poor.

Frye slowed down, and the temperament was cold and gloomy:

“The number of homeless people who can be accepted by every almshouse every day is limited and can only be selected in the order of queuing. Of course, the almshouse will do the identification to prevent people who do not meet the conditions.”

"There are also factors that have been sluggish in recent months..." Leonard exclaimed.

"People who are not ranked can only find their own way?" Klein asked subconsciously.

"They can also go to other poor houses to try their luck. The time for opening different gates is different. However, there will be the same long team. Some people are waiting at two in the afternoon." Freyton said. "The rest of the people will be hungry for a day, so they will lose the ability to find a job, fall into the vicious circle of going straight to death, and those who can't stand it will give up their insistence on kindness..."

Klein silently spoke for a few seconds:

"The newspaper never publishes these... Mr. Frye, I rarely hear you say so much."

"I used to be a pastor in the goddess's almshouse." Frye is still in that cold state.

The well-dressed three people arrived at the gate of the Western District Almshouse and presented the documents to the janitor who was arrogant and looked at the queue. They were introduced into the almshouse.

The almshouse was transformed from an old church, with a cushion in the hall and a hammock hanging from it. The thick sweat mixed with foot odor filled every corner.

There are many homeless people outside the hall, some of them are wielding hammers, breaking stones, and some are picking up the old ropes. No one is idle.

"In order to prevent the poor from relying on relief, it becomes a rogue. In 1336, the "Poverty Alleviation Law" stipulates that every poor person can only stay in the poor house for five days. If they are over, they will be driven out. In these five days, they are also the same. Getting labor, knocking on stones or picking up ropes is an inevitable item of the criminals in prison." Frye introduced Klein and Leonard with two words.

Leonard opened his mouth and eventually said that he was ridiculous or stated: "If you leave this almshouse, you can go to another one. Of course, you may not be able to live in it again... Oh, maybe in the eyes of some people, poverty. It is equal to the criminal."

"...take a rope?" Klein was silent for a while, wondering what to ask.

“The fibers in the old rope are a good material to fill the gaps in the ship.” Frye stopped and found traces of blackened ground.

They waited for a few minutes, and the dean and pastor of the almshouse rushed over, all men in their 40s.

"Saws is arson here, and only burned himself?" Leonard pointed to the trace of the ground.

The dean of the almshouse was a man with a wide forehead and a slight convexity. He swept the blue eyelids in the direction of Mitchell’s inspector and nodded:

"Yes."

“Before this, what did Sols have to do?” Klein added.

The Dean of the Almshouse thought about it:

"According to the person sleeping next to him, Sols has been chanting 'The Lord has abandoned me', 'The world is too filthy and too dirty', 'I have nothing,' and other words, full of resentment and despair But no one thought that he planned to let everyone fall asleep, break all the kerosene lamps, set fire to it, thank the Lord, and someone discovered and stopped his evil deeds in time."

Klein and Leonard successively found a few poor people who slept next to Sols last night, and found a guard to stop the tragedy, but only got an answer that was no different from the information.

Of course, they secretly used the method of vision, divination and other methods to confirm whether the other party is lying.

"It seems that Sols has long had the idea of ​​revenge and self-destruction, a seemingly normal case." Leonard let the dean and the pastor leave and commented first.

Klein said with a discretion:

"My divination also told me that this case has no extraordinary influence."

"Temporarily exclude the Sols arson." Leonard concluded.

At this moment, Frye suddenly said:

"No, maybe there is another possibility. For example, Thors was instructed by others. That person is extraordinary, but there is no extraordinary means."

Klein heard his eyes bright and immediately echoed:

"It's possible, for example, the previous instructor!"

"Teacher" Tries!

But this can't be linked to Mrs. Lavis's death... he frowned.