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Sir Deville’s bedroom is larger than the Klein’s living room plus dining room. It consists of a bed part, a living part, a dressing part, a wash-out part and a bookcase desk. The furnishings are exquisite and the details are extravagant.

In Klein's sense, the light is dark and the temperature is at least half lower than the outside.

At the same time, he seemed to hear a cry of another cry and a dying struggle.

Klein was a little embarrassed, and everything was back to normal: the bright sun penetrated the window and sprinkled the entire bedroom; the temperature was not high or low; the surrounding police, bodyguards and housekeeper were silent and did not speak.

This...He looked sideways at the classical and gorgeous bed, and saw the shadows seem to have a pair of fuzzy eyes hovering, like a moth beside the gas lamp.

After a few steps, close to there, Klein’s “Lingshi” lost the picture he had just seen.

It is not a standard soul, it is not a evil spirit... What is it? Klein frowned and recalled the mysterious knowledge he had mastered during this time.

In his view, today's task is handed over to the "collector", handed over to the "digger" and handed over to the "Psychic". I am afraid it will not be a bit difficult, but it is obviously not the area he is best at.

With the urge to endure the direction of divination, Klein slowly looked around and looked for other traces to prove a few guesses in her heart.

"This, inspector." Sir Deville hesitated, "What did you find?"

"If it's so easy to find out, I don't think my colleagues will wait until now." Klein spoke up and looked down at the big philanthropist.

Just as he was about to take his eyes off, he suddenly noticed a white figure in the mirror behind Sir Deville.

No, it’s a white figure that overlaps and twists together!

This figure passed away, and Klein seemed to hear a vague cry.

Huh... He vomited and sighed, soothing the fear of just getting scared.

Inspired, opened up, and will be scared sooner or later... Klein used his own way to ease his tension, and then re-targeted Sir Devil.

This time, he saw something different.

Sir Deville, who is in this bedroom, has a pale, twisted shadow flashing from time to time, making the light a little bleak in that area.

And every flash is inevitably accompanied by an illusory cry that is difficult for normal people to hear.

Normal people are hard to hear under normal conditions? Because of the daytime? Klein thought about it.

He has initially made a judgment on this case:

The entanglement of Sir Deville is a resentment, a spiritual residue caused by the most difficult emotions before human death!

If this kind of resentment and residue is accumulated for a period of time and then multiplied several times, it will become a horrible evil spirit.

However, Sir Deville is a famous philanthropist. Even Benson’s so picky person is very respectful to him. How can there be so many “death grievances”? duplicity? The means of the unscrupulous extraordinary? Klein wondered if it was possible.

He thought about it and looked at Deville and said:

"Respected Jazz, I have a few questions."

"Please speak." Deville sat down weakly and weakly.

Klein organized the language road:

"When you leave here and go to a new place, such as a country, like Beckland, have you got a brief peace of mind for at least half a night, then the situation slowly recovers, getting worse and worse, until you sleep during the day, you will hear and cry. ?"

Deville’s eyes squinted open, and the blue eyes were a little more radiant:

"Yes, have you found the root cause of the matter?"

He discovered that because of long-term insomnia and poor mental condition, he even forgot to tell the police about such an important clue!

Seeing Klein’s question was answered affirmatively. Inspector Tolle secretly sighed and understood that the night-timers found clues.

The sheriff, Gat, was surprised and curious, and couldn’t help but examine the psychologist Klein.

In line with the entanglement of resentment, a little bit of agglomeration... Klein, who got feedback, basically confirmed the answer.

He now has two ways to help Sir Deville get rid of the troubles. One is to arrange the altar directly around the other side, to completely eliminate the "death grievances" by ritual magic, and the other is to use other occultal means to find the source of the problem, from the root Solve things up.

Considering the requirement of "trying to let ordinary people know the existence of extraordinary power", Klein intends to try the second method first, and pray for the goddess without any effect.

"Jazz, you are mentally ill, mentally problematic." He looked at Deville, a serious nonsense.

Sir Deville frowned and asked:

"What do you mean, I am a mental patient, need to go to the madhouse?"

"No, not so serious. In fact, most people have more or less psychological and spiritual problems." Klein comfortably said, "Please allow me to re-introduction. I am the Ahowa County Police Department. Psychology expert."

"Psychology expert?" Deville and his butler looked at the acquaintance Toller inspector.

Tole Zheng’s focus is on the fact that it is indeed true.

"Well, what do I need to do to work with the treatment? And, I don't understand why my butler, my bodyguard, my servant can hear crying and swearing..." Deville held his cane with both hands, his face doubt.

Klein answered professionally:

"I will explain it to you afterwards."

"Trouble you to ask your housekeeper, your servant and your bodyguard to go out, Tolre Inspector, Sergeant Gat, please leave with me too, I need a quiet environment for initial treatment."

Usage "treatment"... Tolre inspector silently helped him make a sentence and nodded to Sir Devil.

Deville is silent for ten seconds:

"Karen, you take them to the living room on the second floor."

"Yes, Jazz." Butler Karen did not refute, because the request was made by a formal police officer, a trainee inspector, and a psychologist.

Watching them leave and close the door in turn, Klein looked to the dark-haired, blue-eyed Deville Road:

"Jazz, please lie down on the bed, relax and try to fall asleep."

"...OK." Deville hung his coat and hat on the coat rack, walked slowly to the bed and lay up.

Klein pulled all the curtains together and made the room dark.

He untied the pendant and quickly made a simple judgment with the "spirit", then sat down on the rocking chair not far from the end of the bed, sketched the light ball, entered the meditation, and let the spiritual world appear in front of him.

Then, leaning against the back of the chair, he fell asleep and let his own astral body come into contact with the outside.

He is using the technique of "dream divination" to let himself "communicate" with the resentment of Sir Devil's resentment in a spiritual environment similar to dreaming.

Only communication can get an answer to solve the problem!

Hey!

The sorrowful cry of sorrow lingers in Klein's ear, and he "sees" around him with a trailing white transparent figure.

The lotus, the lotus, the lotus, the painful snoring came, and Klein, who reluctantly recovered his ability to think, extended his right hand and touched it.

Huo Ran, the figure became a moth that fluttered, and they shot him one after another.

Klein's eyes were steeply blurred, his head seemed to be split in two, half in a calm look, and half saw a "mirror."

In the "mirror" is a young girl dressed in a strong body. She walks in a dusty factory, and her head is hurting after a while.

Her eyes are blurred and her body is getting thinner.

She seemed to hear someone calling her Charlotte, saying she had general hysteria.

Hysteria? She looked into the mirror and saw a blue line on her gums.

......

As soon as the "lens" turned, Klein seemed to see it again, and turned into a girl named Mary.

She is also in the lead factory, young and lively.

Suddenly, her 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 in her body convulsions.

She twitched and fell, the degree became more and more intense, and finally lost consciousness.

......

Another girl, she was unhappy, stupidly strolling around the street, and even had language barriers.

Her headache is very serious, her gums have a blue line, and she has convulsions from time to time.

She met a doctor who said:

"Raffles, you are affected by lead."

The doctor looked at her with pity and watched her twitch again, several times in a row, watching her lose all her eyes.

......

A picture is presented in Klein's mind. He is half immersed in it and half is calmly observing.

Suddenly, he thoroughly understood the experiences of these girls:

They are women workers who have been exposed to lead for a long time and exposed to dust for a long time. They died of lead poisoning.

Under the name of Sir Deville, there is a lead factory, and two ceramic factories, all of which employ relatively cheap women!

Klein silently "looked at" all this and felt that there was only one thing left unclear:

Such "death resentment" is minimal, and even if the amount is accumulated, it is impossible to affect the reality and the impact on Deville.

Unless, unless there is a stronger and more persistent resentment, they become a whole.

Just then, he "seen" a girl.

The girl is no more than 18 years old and is glazing the porcelain in the factory.

"Hayley, how is your body recently, do you feel a headache? If it is very serious, remember to tell me that Sir Deville stipulates that people with severe headaches can no longer touch lead and must leave the factory." An elderly woman is concerned Asked.

Hai Liye touched her forehead and replied with a smile:

"One thing, okay."

"That will tell me tomorrow if it is serious." The older woman shouted.

Hailey Ye promised to go home and press her forehead from time to time.

She saw her parents and brothers coming back from the outside and saw their faces full of sorrow.

"Your father and brother are unemployed..." her mother said with a tear.

Her father and brother hung their heads and whispered:

"We will go to the dock to find things to do."

"But we don't even have the bread money for the day after tomorrow... Maybe we have to move to the innermost street..." Hailey's mother looked at her with red eyes. "When can your salary be obtained? Is it 10 Su Le, right?"

Haili Ye squeezed her forehead again:

"Well, Saturday, Saturday."

She didn't say anything, it was as quiet as usual, and she returned to the factory the next day, telling the supervisor that the headache was good, no problem.

She smiled, walked 5 kilometers a day to work, walked 5 kilometers to go home, and pressed the head more and more frequently.

"You haven't found a job yet?" Hayley looked at the black bread cooked in the soup and couldn't help but ask her father and brother.

Her father said with distress:

"There has been a downturn recently. In many places, layoffs have been made, and even the terminal is taking a day off for a day. Only one week can get 3 Sule 7 pence."

Haili Ye sighed and said nothing. As always, she was quiet, but she quietly hid the violent left hand behind her.

The next day, she walked to work again, the sun was shining brightly, and the pedestrians on the street gradually changed from less to more.

Suddenly, she twitched and was twitching all over her body.

She fell to the side of the road and spit out foam in her mouth.

She looked at the sky and her vision began to blur. She saw people coming and going, saw someone close, saw a carriage passing by, and saw the Devil family white coat of arms that was flying.

She tried to open her mouth, but failed to make any noise.

Therefore, she still said nothing, just as quiet as usual.

But unlike usual, she died.