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"Group snoring?" During this time, Dr. Deville, who has also been exposed to many psychologists, chewed the noun given by Klein.

His housekeeper, his bodyguard, and his servant, even if he was not curious, did not make a sound.

It was Sheriff Gat, who looked at Klein puzzledly, and he had never heard of a similar concept.

Klein controlled the inertia of tapping the armrest of the sofa with his fingers, explaining slowly and soothingly:

"Human beings are very easy to be deceived by the senses. Group snoring is a psychogenic problem caused by factors such as mental stress interacting within the same group."

His series of professional vocabulary heard that Sir Devil, Sergeant Gat and others were confused, and subconsciously chose to believe.

"I give a simple example. This is the case I have dealt with. A gentleman held a dinner party and invited a total of 35 guests. At the dinner, he suddenly felt sick and spit out on the spot. Severe diarrhea, once, twice, three times, he began to think that he was food poisoning, and went to the hospital while telling his guests about this guess."

"In the next two hours, there were more than 30 diarrhea in the 35 guests and vomiting in the 26th. They were packed with the emergency room of the hospital."

“The doctors examined and compared in detail that the original gentleman was not poisoned because of the gastrointestinal inflammation caused by weather changes and cold spirits.”

“The most surprising thing is that not only did one of the guests who came to the hospital have been poisoned, not even one who was really sick.”

"This is a group snoring."

Deville slightly decapitated and praised:

"I understand that human beings are really easy to deceive themselves. It is no wonder that Russell the Great said that a hundred times of lie will become a truth."

"Police officer, what should I call you? You are the most professional psychiatrist I have ever seen."

"Morety Inspector." Klein pointed to his epaulettes. "Jazz, your troubles have been solved. You can now go to sleep and let me know if there are other problems. If you can have one Good dreams, please let us leave in advance, no longer waiting for you to wake up."

"Okay." Deville licked his forehead, took his cane, stepped upstairs and entered the bedroom.

Half an hour later, the carriage with the police coat of arms left the fountain at the door of Lord Deville.

When Sergeant Gat got off the bus and returned to his police station, Tolre Inspector looked at Klein. Half of the compliment was a joke:

"I just thought you were a real psychologist..."

His words were not finished, because he saw that the young man wearing a black-and-white uniform on the opposite side barely showed any expression. His eyes were dark and deep, and his mouth was barely pulled up:

"I just touched some before."

Tolre inspector calmed down until the carriage stopped outside No. 36 Zouteland Street.

"Thank you for your help, let Sir Deville finally get rid of the troubles and get back to sleep." He reached out and shook hands with Klein. "Thank you for a thank you."

Klein nodded lightly:

"Ok."

He stepped on the stairs and returned to the Blackthorn Security Company step by step, knocking on the door and entering the captain's office.

“Solved?” Dunn is waiting for his own lunch.

"Resolved." Klein licked his forehead and said concisely and truthfully. "The root of the problem lies in the lead and porcelain factories under the name of Sir Deville. From the establishment to the present, there have been too many deaths from lead poisoning. The events, and each incident, will allow Sir Deville to reap a bit of resentment that remains spiritual."

"Normally, these don't bring big problems, and most people love nightmares." Dunn has handled similar cases and has a lot of experience.

Klein sighed slightly:

"Yes, the trajectory of the matter should have developed like this, but unfortunately, Sir Deville once met a lead poisoned female worker on the street one day. She just fell to the side of the road and saw the dew's coat of arms. At the same time, she still had strong unwillingness, anxiety and cravings until the jazz gave her parents, brothers and sister a compensation of 300 pounds, and these emotions dissipated."

"This is a social problem. It is not uncommon in this era of steam and machinery." Dunn took out the pipe and sniffed a sigh and said, "The workers who make the linen, because they will wet the material, will moisten themselves, generally In factories with severe bronchitis and joint diseases and severe dust, even if there is no poisoning, lung problems will accumulate... Huh, we don't have to discuss these, I believe that the development of the kingdom will be solved, Klein, Tonight, we are looking for a restaurant tonight to celebrate your becoming a regular member?"

Klein thought about it:

"Tomorrow... Captain, I used the vision for too long today, and I used the skill of 'Dream Divination' to communicate directly with those resentments. I feel very tired. I hope to go home in the afternoon and have a good rest. Well, I will go to the Divination Club at four or five to observe the members’ reaction to the sudden death of Hainas Vansente."

"No problem, this is what it should be." Dunn laughed. "That tomorrow night, next to the old Weir restaurant, I let Roshan go to the reservation."

Klein stood up in a police cap and took a ritual:

"Thank you, Captain, see you tomorrow."

Dunn raised his hand:

"Wait a minute, you just said that Sir Deville gave the woman's parents a compensation of 300 pounds?"

"Yes." Klein just nodded and understood that the captain had stopped himself. "Do you worry that they are suffering because of this wealth?"

Dunn sighed:

"I have seen a lot of such things. You gave me their address. I asked Cohen to arrange for them to leave Tingen, go to other cities and start a new life."

"Okay." Klein replied in silence.

After doing all this, he left Dunn's room, entered the diagonally opposite lounge, put on the original formal suit, and left the police uniform in his own wardrobe.

In the public carriage, Klein swayed back and forth to the Narcissus Street, took off his coat, took off his hat, found out the leftovers last night, got hot, and took the last oatmeal and filled his stomach. .

Then he climbed up the second floor, hung up his clothes, fell down and lay down on the bed.

When he woke up, the pocket watch had already reached 2:10 in the afternoon, and the outside of the sun was hanging high, and the light shone through the clouds.

In this splendid gold, Klein stood beside the desk, looking out of the belly window, looking at the old and broken pedestrians, looking at them or entering or leaving Iron Cross Street.

Huh... He slowly vomited and finally got rid of the low.

The road has to go step by step, the sequence has to be upgraded layer by layer, and everything has to be done.

He shook his head and sat down. He began to summarize and sort out the encounters of last week. The key points to be kept in mind before rehearsing, so as to avoid forgetting and omissions.

Two to fifty-five points.

Above the fog, the innocent, gray, and empty mist, a magnificent temple stands tall, and an ancient mottled bronze long table sits quietly.

The top of the long table, the high back chair, has been sitting on a man covered in thick fog.

After Klein leaned back on the back of the chair, he thought for a while and suddenly reached out to reveal the deep red stars that symbolize "justice" and "downside down."

............

Beckland, Queens.

Audrey took the skirt and walked lightly into the bedroom.

Suddenly, she felt a sense of heart, turned her head and looked at the shadow of the balcony, and unexpectedly saw the golden-haired big dog Su Shi quietly squatting and watching.

Audrey sighed silently, drawing a blushing moon on her chest, then moving closer to the past, looking down at the Golden Retriever dog:

"Su Shi, you are not right, you are a voyeuristic, ‘the audience’ wants to watch it in their own position.”

The Golden Retriever dog looked up at the owner and shook his tail in cooperation.

After a few words, Audrey did not dare to delay and went back to the bedroom.

In a few seconds after opening and closing the door, she suddenly had a strange idea:

"I don't know if Mr. Fool can let Su Shi enter the mysterious space, so that there are four members of our Tarot Club! And 100% are extraordinary!"

"No, Su Shi will not speak. If you let it express opinions and exchange ideas, what should I do? Wang Wangwang? Hey? Hey, why should I learn to bark here..."

"This kind of scene is very strange when I imagine it... The dog is suddenly popping out in a mysterious and serious party... Mr. Fool will definitely kick us out of the Tarot..."

Audrey locked the door of the house and walked to the edge of the bed. She took a yellow-brown old paper from under the pillow.

She repeatedly looked at it again and again and began to let herself enter the "audience" state.

............

In the sea of ​​Sonia, somewhere in the sea, the ancient sailboat chasing the "listener" has moved away from the Rothde Islands.

"Navigator" Alger Wilson worried about the error of the mechanical wall clock, and entered the captain's room for half an hour in advance, so as not to be in a sudden situation and was seen by his men.

In front of him was placed a cup of almost transparent spirits, and the rich scent was sneaked into his nostrils.

Thinking of the upcoming party, and thinking of the innocent fog on the corridor of the hotel and the mysterious fool sitting in the middle of the fog, Alger once again shuddered.

He picked up the glass and drank it, using a burning throat-like fire line to ease the feelings in his heart.

Soon, he recovered his calmness, still as calm, and so calm.

PS: It’s going to be Monday again, and there will be more in the early morning.