Remember [www.novelmtl.com] for one second, update fast, no pop-up window, free to read!

Beckland, East End, a two bedroom room.

Several policemen in black and white uniforms followed the landlord who opened the door, and each reached out and covered his mouth.

There is a strong **** smell inside!

"Police officer, I don't know what happened. It is the other tenants who said that there seems to be a lot of blood here. They can smell through the walls and the door." The landlord wearing a silk hat is timidly looking around. Not willing to stay a second in the room.

The black-eyed blue-eyed police officer of the inspector’s epaulette waved his hand:

"You wait at the door first, and there is something to ask you."

He said while wearing white gloves, he turned his eyes to the wooden door of the bedroom.

However, he did not rush into it, slowly looking around and taking all the surrounding conditions into his eyes:

A pile of coal, cabinets for storing cutlery and ingredients, a small stove, a clean iron pan, a slightly greasy table, two stools that fell to the ground, two armchairs that were placed on the ground, several Glass bottles with unknown powder, and a stack of loose tarot cards.

“The occultist with a general economic situation?” The inspector of the black-eyed blue eye nodded lightly, made a judgment, and then signaled one of the subordinates to open the door of the bedroom.

With a bang, more **** scent came out.

The police officer who opened the door glanced inside and made a short scream, and the company retired a few steps.

The inspector, who was slightly frowning, held down the police officer's shoulder and crossed the obstacle, approaching the bedroom.

He swept away and his face changed suddenly.

In the bedroom, above the wooden bed, a man lay there, his hands tied to the guardrail at the top of his head.

He didn't wear clothes, his body was a thin, deep crack, the blood had dried up, and the sheets underneath and the quilt next to it were dark red.

Looking at the past, the deceased seemed to be entangled in a wire, breaking the skin and flesh and pulling into the bones.

Such a picture, for the police who have seen multiple murder scenes, still has a strong impact and a certain ritual-like evil.

Just as I was preparing for the first inspector, suddenly two people rushed into the room, one tried to take a picture, and one took out a series of questions:

"A murder case?

"Is there a lot of murders in the Eastern District recently?

"Police officer, do you think it is a serial killing?"

The black-eyed blue-eyed inspector’s brow wrinkled deeper, and he waved his hand:

"Don't destroy the scene, otherwise I will treat you as a criminal associate."

He immediately said to the former police officer:

"Calis, ask the two reporters to go out and tell them what problems are there for the news department at Sivilas."

When the reporters were asked to go out of the murder scene, the inspector sighed long and sighed:

"You have to see the newspaper again, **** it!"

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

Queens, a luxury villa in the Earl of Hall.

"There was another murder in the Eastern District. The victims were suspected of being abused..." Audrey, who had finished using dinner, looked at the Beckland Evening News in the living room.

Listening to her daughter’s whisper, Earl Hall shook his head and sighed:

“In the Eastern District, this is not news. Statistics show that there are people who die every day, more than one.”

Audrey didn't care too much about this matter. After chatting with her father, mother, and brother for a while, she returned to her room with Golden Retriever Su Shi.

One person and one dog have a tacit understanding, no verbal communication, the latter is guarded at the door, serving as a guard, and Audrey locks the door of the house, sits at the bedside, and silently recites the name of Mr. "fool".

Waiting for a few seconds, her crimson glow rushed out and drowned everything.

Audrey came over the fog and came to the magnificent palace.

She immediately saw a small room on the side, and the mottled door was lightly covered and never closed.

"It’s a lot better than the old confession room at the time of the last treatment...but this is not in line with the character of the 'world', his alien state has alienated?" Audrey entered the room thoughtfully. Closed the mottled door.

She had already done a follow-up visit to the "world" German Sparo, giving the conclusion that the other person has healed. Who knows that today he suddenly received another message asking for re-treatment.

This made her a little surprised and a little bit curious.

Still in the spacious dark room, Audrey leaned against the wall that was obviously visible behind her, and her body slowly fell and her legs squatted.

In a calm and peaceful atmosphere, she adjusted her self-state and said with a soft tone:

"Good evening, ‘world’ Mr.~”

The voice has not fallen, Audrey's spiritual intuition has already perceived the other person's mental body surface, that is, the mood in the popular sense, or mood.

Gloomy, low, confused, depressed, not interested in anything... Mr. "World" this time is completely different from the last time... What happened to him? Audrey took a bite on her lower lip, calmly made a judgment, and used a "settled" in due course.

This is one of the most useful abilities of “psychologists”, which was called “psychoanalysis” in ancient times.

The "black clouds" piled up behind the walls dissipated a lot, and Gelman Spalo finally hoarse and said:

"Good evening, Miss ‘justice.’

Audrey, who leaned against the wall, thought about it, canceled the plan, and kept the whispering tone:

"I am curious about what you have experienced recently and it seems that there are too many encounters.

"Don't think about other things, let's talk a little and talk like a friend.

"If you are interested in my life, I am willing to share some interesting things."

On the other side of the wall, Gelman Spalo was silent and asked:

"What expectations do you have for the future?"

Audrey’s eyes turned slightly and she replied seriously:

"Improve myself and strive to be a demigod to better protect my father, mother and brother.

“Hey, I have followed the staff of the Foundation to visit the applicants of the Foundations during this time. Their living conditions are really beyond my imagination. Although I have read some reports, I am psychologically prepared. However, when I really faced it, I still suffered a strong impact. There was a girl who was only a few years younger than me, but she was very thin and short. She couldn’t eat enough every day. There were only two very tattered skirts. She said she thought When I was reading, the eyes were very pure and full of pleadings. I can’t forget today..."

While talking, Audrey was keenly aware that the mental state of German Sparrow had changed a bit, no longer like a completely static lake, with some ripples and ups and downs.

Slightly pondering, the "psychologist" seems to be unaware of nothing, said:

"I used to expect a good marriage. I hope my 'prince' can come as described in popular novels. However, after becoming an 'audience', I found that I am afraid it is difficult to complete this dream. I always I can read the real thoughts of those men, see them one after another, and confirm that many people are not as good as I thought. This makes me a little disappointed. Hey, wait a few more years, maybe I will appreciate the shortcomings of others. But it’s really hard to do now..."

Seeing that he was separated from his own wall by a layer of walls, the back-to-back Galman Sparo finally got a little bit of laughter, and Audrey released a "settled" in time. Then she heard the other person ask:

"You used to get the information of the dragons from the ‘the sun’, and you should have a certain understanding of the ‘dream dragon’.

"If, I mean, if you find that your father, mother and brother are all ‘audience’, the king of angels is empty, and it doesn’t actually exist. What reaction would you have?”

I am sure that the scene will collapse and even get out of control... Mr. "World" is discovering his main expectation or ultimate goal, and can never be realized, so he has a psychological problem? Audrey was first frightened by the question of German Sparrow, and then perceived the nature of the problem.

She did not answer, and asked in a guided way:

"You seem to have witnessed a burst of hope."

"Oh." At the wall behind Audrey, there was a self-deprecating laughter. "Really, I used to think that I still have family, and later found out that this is just my luxury."

“Why do you say that?” Audrey asked like a chatter.

Gilman Spalo was silent for a few seconds:

"Have you heard the enlightenment fairy tales that Russell used as a tutor?"

"This is my childhood memories." Audrey "Hmm".

At the same time, she found that the mood of Mr. "World" on the wall has fluctuated significantly, and the pain of depression has come out.

This time, Audrey did not use "settlement", her spiritual intuition and professional knowledge told her that the other side needs a certain catharsis.

"Then you should know the story of sleeping beauty and prince." Gilman Sparo said with a low voice. "There is such a person who also goes to sleep until he suddenly wakes up one day... He thinks his family is still He tried to improve himself and hoped to find them one day. This became the main meaning of his living. In the end, he found that he had slept for at least three hundred years, even thousands of years, or even longer, everything he had. I can't find it anymore..."

The intense pain and confusion were so vivid in Audrey's induction that she had a clear understanding:

The gloomy, depressed, sophisticated, and sultry "world" has its own goals and meanings of existence!

This is consistent with his gentle heart... It’s pitiful... although he just gave an example based on fairy tales, but the emotional response to certain words is true... He mentioned “sleeping”, “family” When he was "three hundred years", "thousand millennium", "longer", "can't find it again", his pain is obviously more... This shows that he is an ancient person, because of a certain encounter has lived to the present? This is in line with the ancient **** that Mr. Fool is a recovery. It is no wonder that he can become a leader... Audrey quickly grasped the key to the matter.

She licked her lips and sank her way:

“Does his family leave any words? Is there any hope that he will wake up and do something?”

PS: Thanks to the loyal servant Wang Cai and also rewarded the silver alliance ~