Chapter 113 "Professional" Advice

Klein originally wanted to ask, before those unlucky things happened one after another, did Alan or his family take home any more unusual items, such as a dirty puppet.

But when the words came to his lips, he suddenly felt that this was too straightforward, and it was easy to expose the fact that he knew a lot about the mysterious field. Although this could be explained as the great detective was well-informed, there was no need to take this risk.

So he turned to a more roundabout way, asking Dr. Allen's family if something had happened to them.

Hearing his question, Alan Kress carefully recalled the following words:

"No, except for following me in the steam train accident, they are the same as before, most of the time they are not lucky or unlucky, and the rest are both, not particularly unlucky."

This is wrong... If it is an item that needs to be sealed like the doom puppet, it will definitely affect people within a certain range... Could it be that Allen dripped blood on it, so the two sides established a solid connection? In Klein's vision, Alan's aura and emotional color match his physical and mental state respectively, there is nothing special about it.

he thought about it

"In the hospital where you work, is there anyone who is as unlucky as you?"

"No, so I think I must have been cursed by someone." Allen pulled his bow tie, looking quite agitated and restless.

Under Talim's curious gaze, Klein thought for a while and said

"Did you encounter any strange things before those bad luck, such as cutting yourself? In folklore, blood is a powerful medium for curses to be established."

"After I suspected it was a curse, I confirmed it. In the past three months, I haven't shed any blood." Allen replied with a heavy expression while pressing the knife and fork.

This is a bit strange... and you can't do more complicated divinations in front of them... Klein asked again

"And what about something else that's kind of weird?"

"Allen, if you think about it carefully, there is no reason for this kind of thing. Have you offended anyone recently? Or have you become an obstacle for others?" Talim echoed his concerns.

Allen lowered his eyes, looked at the food on the plate, and fell into a long thought. Klein was not idle, and solved the food before it became cold and unpalatable.

When he started enjoying dessert, Allen finally raised his head and said

"I'm not a sociable person, I don't get on well with my colleagues, but it's hard to believe they'll find a way to curse me for it."

"Hmm... After your reminders, I remembered one thing. It may have something to do with mysticism."

"What is it?" Klein and Talim cheered up at the same time.

"Before I was unlucky, I was in charge of a patient. It was a child less than ten years old. He was very poor. Because of some problems, his left leg needed to be amputated." Allen pushed down his gold-rimmed glasses and recalled, "It wasn't long before I became a father, and I was always full of sympathy for my child's misfortune. Every time I checked the ward, I would chat with him, encourage him, and comfort him."

After a pause, Alan spoke more and more smoothly

"I remember that it was the day before his operation, and I went to the ward to look for him again. He was really disturbed and was playing tarot cards. This was an item he brought with him when he was admitted to the hospital, and his family was not even allowed to take it away. "

"In order to let him relax, I played Tarot divination with him."

"At that time, I turned out a card, which was the reversed 'Wheel of Fortune'."

"The child just looked at me, smiled purely and innocently and said."

"Doctor, your luck will get worse."

"Doctor, your luck will get worse..." Talim took a breath and said, "Why do I feel that such a scene and such words make my body a little cold... That child died on the operating table later? "

Allen shook his head

"The operation was very successful, and he was discharged from the hospital not long after. He also thanked me very much."

"So, I have never doubted this matter,

But after thinking about it now, I realize that this is the only time I have come into contact with items related to occultism in the past two months. No matter what, whether it is useful or useless, tarot cards are used for divination after all. "

At some point in Klein's hand, a brass-colored coin was jumping and rolling at his fingertips, which seemed to symbolize the analysis process of the "famous detective".

The coin bounced and fell, and fell into the palm of his hand. Klein glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, and said after finishing his "thinking"

"What's that kid's name? Where does he live?"

Allen replied without hesitation

"His name is Will Auceptin. As for where he lives, I don't remember."

"What is your suggestion, Mr. Detective?"

"Do you know any experts in the field of mysticism?"

Klein drank the lipstick tea and smiled under the expectant eyes of Alan and Talim

"My suggestion is to go to the church of the god you believe in, describe the misfortune you have encountered recently to the bishop, and then ask him if he has a solution, Alan, I remember you are, uh, a follower of the goddess of the night, right? "

He almost called out Goddess, but fortunately he remembered that he was a detective who believed in the god of steam and machinery in time.

"However, I prayed to the goddess, attended mass, and donated money and items before, but nothing worked. I think I need to find some good fortune tellers." Allen did not agree with Detective Moriarty's suggestion.

Talim nodded in agreement

"Yes, the gods don't care whether you are lucky or unlucky. Being lucky is a blessing, and being unlucky is a test."

My friend, your beliefs are very impious. Be careful that the Lord of Storms will give you a lightning strike... Klein glanced at the two of them respectively, and said with a smile

"This advice is based on very simple logic."

"If, I mean, if there is really useful and effective mysticism in this world, then the seven orthodox churches must be the best at it, otherwise they would have been eliminated by other occultists who have mastered mysticism. Power replaced it."

"If there is no so-called true mysticism, then you won't get any help from a fortune teller or a witch doctor. It's better to look at the higher-ranking bishop for a solution."

Allen analyzed it carefully, and finally nodded.

"It makes sense."

"Perhaps I need the bishop to convey it to me, so that the goddess will bless me."

No, the accurate description is that the Nighthawks can only notice the abnormality in you with the Bishop's message... Klein retorted in his heart.

He didn't think of helping Alan at all, because in order to solve the other party's luck problem, in addition to finding the root of everything, he must also arrange certain rituals.

Let's not mention whether Klein understands the real transshipment ceremony, even if he does, he will expose the fact that he has extraordinary power in front of unfamiliar people because of the ceremony, which will increase a lot of risks out of thin air.

Since I can let the Nighthawks come forward, then I don't need to do it myself... I just don't know if the problem comes from the boy or the Tarot cards in his hand. If it's the latter, it might be quite suitable for me as a sealed item. It's a pity... Klein shook his head quietly, suppressing the greed and other emotions that suddenly emerged in his heart.

At this time, Allen had already made a decision. Looking at Klein, he twitched the corner of his mouth and said

"Thank you, Mr. Moriarty. Although you don't understand the occult, you gave the best advice based on strict logic."

Yes, I don't understand mysticism... Klein smiled and said

"Just call me Sherlock, Alan."

Well, ever since I was no longer a Nighthawk, the composition of my mystic knowledge has become more and more strange. On the one hand, I have mastered many secrets related to high-sequence relationship gods, and on the other hand, I only understand relatively elementary ritual magic, which is relatively complicated. Those who only knew about sacrifices and bestowing ceremonies, and spells stayed in three types for a long time... Klein sighed in his heart, feeling that he urgently needed a more comprehensive and in-depth book on mysticism.

As for the knowledge that can separate the evil god's spiritual pollution from the Extraordinary characteristics, there is currently no clue.

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After taking a lunch break at the club, Klein took a public carriage and arrived at the Rice Circus in Jorwood District near the Tussock River.

Today is neither a holiday nor a holiday. There are not many guests in the circus, and the clowns who are responsible for entertaining and amusing are all looking a little listless.

After passing through the "Divination Hut" and tents selling pies, pancakes, fruit pies, and alcoholic beverages, Klein walked along the edge of the circus and found a small theater. The blackboard at the door reads, during non-holiday periods, every day Four shows, one hour each.

The first game in the afternoon is at two o'clock, not long after it started.

After buying the tickets, Klein entered the theater and heard the sound of applause.

At this time, an animal trainer was on the stage, holding a whip, ordering a black bear to perform naively. Beside him was a tiger with yellow and black stripes and a baboon with deep and curly hair.

Snapped!

With the whip of the animal trainer, the black bear turned somersault awkwardly.

"I said, this guy wanted to slap you just now!" Someone suddenly shouted loudly at the front of the rows of seats, which immediately drew laughter from the small audience in the venue.

They thought it was a new way for the circus to have fun.

But Klein didn't think so, because he found that the animal trainer's emotional color was biased towards anger and anger.

He smiled, walked to the first row and sat down, enjoying the performance on the stage so as not to be ashamed of the tickets.

At this moment, the person who spoke just now shouted again

"That tiger wants to bite your neck off, that curly-haired baboon wants to grab you under your ass for a cushion!"

Amidst the audience's hahaha laughter, the animal trainer's movements visibly froze.

This... Although those words seemed to be making trouble, why did I hear the meaning of a reminder... Klein looked sideways at the speaker in the same row, and found that it was a round-faced man in his thirties .

This tone, this method... a bit familiar... Klein muttered silently.

ps asking for a monthly ticket~