Chapter 120 The Workhouse

"There are extraordinary factors..." Klein's eyes returned to normal, and he looked sideways at Leonard and Frye.

Leonard suddenly laughed:

"Very professional, as expected of a fortuneteller."

You seem to be hinting at something... Klein muttered without making a sound.

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

"The corpse told me that she did die of a sudden heart attack... Do you have a way to divination out more detailed information?"

Klein nodded seriously and said:

"I can try the combination of 'psychic' ritual and 'dream divination', hoping to gain something from Mrs. Lauvis' remaining spirituality."

Frye maintained a cold and restrained state, and took two steps back:

"You try first."

He tilted his head to glance at Klein, and suddenly sighed without any fluctuations in his tone: "You are getting more and more used to such occasions."

I don't want to either... Klein felt the urge to cry, so he took out the hydrosol, essential oil, and herbal powder one by one, and quickly completed the arrangement of the "psychic channeling" ceremony.

He silently recited the name of the Evernight Goddess in the center of the spiritual wall, and prayed in Hermes.

Soon, the wind was swirling around him, and the light became increasingly dim.

Klein, whose eyes were already completely black, seized the opportunity and repeated the divination statement silently:

"Mrs Lovis' cause of death."

"Mrs Lovis' cause of death."

...

He entered the dream while standing, and "saw" the transparent spirit hovering in the blur, hovering around the corpse.

Then, he stretched out his illusory right hand, touching the remaining spirituality of Mrs. Lauvis.

In an instant, light and shadow exploded in front of his eyes, and pictures flashed one after another.

It was a woman with a thin face and shabby clothes who was busy making matchboxes;

That was when she stopped suddenly and covered her chest;

It was she talking to the two children;

That was her body shaking slightly, panting heavily;

That was when she went to buy black bread, she was suddenly photographed;

That was a symptom of her heart troubles again and again;

That was when she felt very tired and lay down on the bed, but never woke up again.

Klein carefully observed every detail, trying to find traces of the existence of extraordinary factors.

But when everything was over, he still didn't get a clear enough clue.

Blurred and shattered, Klein exited the dream and returned to reality.

He lifted the spiritual wall, and said to Frye who was waiting and Leonard who was watching the show:

"There is no direct symbol. Most of the pictures reveal that Mrs. Lauvis suffered from heart disease early. There is only one picture that is different from the others. Mrs. Lauvis was patted from behind. The white and slender hand seems to belong to a woman. "

"For such a family, it is not easy to go to the doctor until the worst time, even if it is just queuing up at the free charity medical organization, the time is not lost. If they do not work one day, they may go to the doctor the next day." There's no food left." Leonard sighed with poetic sentimentality.

Frye then looked at the corpse on the bed and exhaled lightly.

Before Klein could speak, Leonard quickly switched states, and said as if thinking:

"You mean that the extraordinary factor exists in the moment Mrs. Lovis was photographed, from the lady or lady with the slender hands?"

Klein nodded and replied:

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

He and Leonard didn't discuss any more, and each retreated to the other side of the floor, allowing Frye to take out auxiliary equipment and materials from the suitcase without interference for further inspection.

They waited for a while while Fry gathered everything, cleaned and covered,

Turned around and said:

"There is no doubt that the cause of death was natural heart disease."

Hearing this conclusion, Leonard paced back and forth a few steps, and even walked to the door, before speaking for a long time:

"Here first, let's go to the poorhouse in the West District to see if we can find other clues and see if the two deaths can be connected in series."

"Well, that's the only way to go." Klein, suppressing his doubts, agreed.

Frye picked up the suitcase and half-hopped across the two floor bunks without stepping on other people's quilts.

Leonard opened the door, walked out first, and said to Lauvis and the tenant:

"You can go home."

Klein thought for a while and added:

"Don't rush to bury the body, wait another day, maybe there will be a thorough inspection."

"Okay, okay, police officer." Lauvis slightly bowed his body and answered in a hurry, and then said half numbly and half blankly, "Actually, I don't have any money to bury her for the time being, so I have to save for a few days. A few days, fortunately, fortunately, the weather has been cooler recently."

Klein blurted out in surprise:

"You intend to leave the body in the room for several days?"

Lauvis squeezed out a smile and said:

"Well, it's okay. Fortunately, the weather has been cool recently. You can put the body on the table at night, and when you eat, you can hug her to the bed..."

Before he finished speaking, Frye suddenly interrupted:

"I left the funeral expenses with your wife."

Then, leaving behind such a plain sentence, he ignored Lauvis' astonished expression and the accompanying thanks, and walked quickly to the door of the apartment.

Klein followed closely, thinking about a question:

What would Lauvis do with his wife's body if the weather remained hot in June and July?

Looking for a dark and windy night to secretly throw the body into the Tussock River and the Hoy River? Or just find a place to dig a hole and bury it?

Klein knew that the "must be buried in the cemetery" was more than a thousand years ago, at the end of the last era, the seven major churches and the royal families of various countries specially enacted laws to reduce and eliminate water ghosts, zombies, and resentful spirits.

The specific implementation method is that countries provide free land, each church is responsible for guarding or patrolling, and only charges a small fee in the process of cremation and burial to pay for the necessary labor.

But even so, the real poor still can't afford it.

After leaving No. 134 Lower Street, Iron Cross Street, the three night watchmen separated from Beachy Mountbatten, and turned silently to the West End Workhouse located in a nearby street.

As soon as he got there, Klein saw a long queue approaching. It was the same as the people in the big foodie countries queuing for Internet celebrity stores on the earth. People were crowded and crowded.

"There are more than a hundred people, no, close to two hundred people." He whispered in surprise, seeing that the people in the line were all dressed in shabby clothes, with numb expressions, and only occasionally looked anxiously at the entrance of the workhouse.

Frye slowed down, and said in a cold and gloomy manner:

"Each workhouse can accept a limited number of homeless poor people every day, and they can only be selected according to the order in which they line up. Of course, the workhouse will make identification to prevent those who do not meet the requirements from entering."

"This also has factors of the downturn in recent months..." Leonard sighed.

"Those who didn't get the quota can only figure out their own way?" Klein asked subconsciously.

"They can also go to other poorhouses to try their luck. The opening hours of different poorhouses are different, but there will always be the same long queue. Some people are waiting at two o'clock in the afternoon." Fryton paused. "Most of the remaining people will starve for a day, so they lose the ability to find a job, and fall into a vicious circle that goes straight to death. Those who can't bear it will give up their persistence in kindness..."

Klein was silent for a few seconds, then exhaled and said:

"The newspapers never carry these things...Mr. Fry, it's rare to hear you say so much."

"I used to be a priest in the Goddess' workhouse." Frye was still in that cold state.

The well-dressed three arrived at the gate of the poorhouse in the West District, showed their IDs to the gatekeeper who looked at the lineup arrogantly, and were ushered into the poorhouse.

This workhouse was transformed from an old church. The mass hall was covered with cushions and hung with hammocks. The thick smell of sweat mixed with foot odor filled every corner.

There are quite a few homeless people inside and outside the hall, some of them are wielding hammers to break stones, some of them are picking thin wadding from old ropes, and no one is idle.

"In order to prevent the poor from becoming rogues by relying on relief, the "Poor Law" of 1336 stipulated that each poor person could only stay in the workhouse for a maximum of five days, and if he exceeded it, he would be driven out. During these five days, they also It is necessary for those criminals in the prison to work, to knock rocks or to pick up ropes." Frye introduced a few sentences for Klein and Leonard without any emotion.

Leonard opened his mouth, and finally said, whether it was sarcasm or a statement: "If you leave this workhouse, 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 Those who commit crimes are equal to criminals."

"...Pick the rope?" Klein was silent for a while, not knowing what to ask.

"The fiber in the old rope is a good material to fill the gaps in the ship." Frye stopped and found the burnt marks on the ground.

They waited for a few minutes, and the director and pastor of the workhouse rushed over, both men in their forties.

"Sols set fire here, and he only burned himself to death?" Leonard pointed to the traces on the ground.

The director of the workhouse is a man with a broad and slightly protruding forehead. He scanned the direction Inspector Mitchell pointed with his blue eyes, nodded affirmatively and said:

"Yes."

"Before this, what unusual behavior did Sols have?" Klein added.

The director of the workhouse thought for a while and said:

"According to the person sleeping next to him, Sols has been chanting 'the Lord has abandoned me', 'this world is too filthy and filthy', 'I have nothing left' and other words, full of resentment and despair , but no one thought that he planned to smash all the kerosene lamps while everyone was asleep, and set fire to this place. Thank God, someone discovered and stopped his evil deeds in time."

Klein and Leonard successively found several poor people who slept next to Sols last night, and found the guards who stopped the tragedy, but they only got answers that were no different from the information.

Of course, they secretly used spirit vision, divination and other methods to confirm whether the other party was lying.

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

Klein thought about it and said:

"My divination also tells me that there are no supernatural factors in this case."

"Temporarily rule out the Saul arson case," Leonard concluded.

At this moment, Frye suddenly said:

"No, there may be other possibilities. For example, Sols was instigated by someone else. That person is an Extraordinary, but he didn't use extraordinary means."

Klein's eyes lit up when he heard it, and he immediately echoed:

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

"Instigator" Triss!

But this has nothing to do with Mrs. Lovis' death... he thought with a slight frown.