Chapter 155

In the ancient and majestic palace, stone pillars one after another support the high dome.

Klein sat at the top of the long bronze table, holding a translucent brown vial, checked it several times, and didn't get any premonition of danger.

Let's get started... He manifested a pen and paper, and wrote down the divination statement:

"Its source."

After putting away the pen and being mentally prepared to withstand a critical blow, Klein stared at the paper and the biotoxin bottle, leaned back in the chair, and meditated while reading.

Soon, he entered a gray dream and saw a dim but spacious room.

There are king cobras, black widow spiders and other animals hanging in the room, and many strange plants are placed, messy and scary.

A serious middle-aged man in a white coat stood in front of the long table in the center, and threw snake gall, spider venom glands and other things one after another into the large black iron pot hanging from the ceiling.

In the end, he even put in a few items with strong spiritual brilliance, for example, lungs that sometimes dissipate into black air and sometimes condense into dark green solids, for example, a tube of blue and clear liquid, for example, fiery red Eye……

The air around the large black iron pot gradually became thicker, and they gathered towards the center, but they kept being pushed away, making it difficult to do so.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man in a white coat slowly frowned, with a vaguely anxious expression on his face.

He flipped through the black notebook beside him, gritted his teeth, and cut his wrist with a ritual silver dagger.

Drops of bright blood then fell into the black iron pot, which seemed to have life in it, and a terrifying suction burst out suddenly, sucking in all the viscous air around it, sucking in all the crimson that hadn't completely left the wrist .

This is not over yet, no matter how the middle-aged man in the white coat struggled to resist and how fearful he was, he couldn't help but approached the iron pot involuntarily.

His body was stretched, his head was compressed, and he was eaten by the iron pot bit by bit amidst the screams.

The specimens hanging around, the plants on display, and everything that could move and move, all flew into the iron pot.

Brown mist suddenly filled the room, flowing and rippling quietly.

until it's all over,

The entire room has become empty, only the brown translucent vial lying quietly in the central open space.

...

The scene quickly faded, and the dream was quickly shattered. Klein opened his eyes and said silently to himself:

"It turns out that the biotoxin bottle is the product of a death experiment.

"I thought it was the Extraordinary characteristic left by some out-of-control person... In that case, you can divination the formula..."

For Klein, the Extraordinary characteristics of the out-of-control person and the Extraordinary characteristics polluted by evil gods can be used for divination formulas, just like the "All-Black Eye" left by the "Master of Puppet" Rosago before. It is because he has the gray fog to cut off contact, has this mysterious space to eliminate negative influences, and has rich capital to die.

Similarly, Sealed Artifacts directly formed with similar Extraordinary characteristics can also be used to divination potion formulas.

But if they are only used as the main material and turned into magical items through the production of extraordinary people such as craftsmen or some dangerous experiments, then Klein's current level of divination will be powerless, even with the help of the mysterious space above the gray mist. Enhancement doesn't work either.

"That's right, at least you don't have to worry about other hidden dangers in the biotoxin bottle..." Klein glanced at the fangs of the "werewolf" and rationally gave up his curiosity.

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Queens, in Earl Hall's luxurious villa.

Audrey continued to study psychology.

At her feet, Susie, a big golden retriever dog, squatted there with piercing eyes. She would wag her tail from time to time, as if enjoying herself very much.

After the psychiatrist Escalante finished the introductory part, he casually mentioned:

"Actually, there is such a theory.

"It believes that human beings will inherit a certain consciousness from their ancestors and from the past generations, thus forming the underlying logic of their own behavior patterns. For example, although many people have never seen a poisonous snake, as long as they encounter it, they will instinctively feel Afraid, wanting to avoid.

"Why is this? This is the feeling that we inherited from our ancestors and hidden in the deepest part of our consciousness. In ancient times, people kept fighting with poisonous snakes and various ferocious animals, and gradually engraved this memory in their consciousness. Here, inherited."

"How did you inherit it?" Audrey asked with interest.

Escalante with waist-length hair smiled and said:

"That's a very good question.

"Some people's explanation is that everyone's consciousness is actually connected and one at the bottom, and the traces and characteristics left here will affect their own consciousness upwards.

"For example, the lowest level of consciousness is like an endless sea, and the unique consciousness of each of us is an island on the sea, which can be divided into two parts, hidden under the water, more and greater subconsciousness , the surface consciousness that is exposed on the sea surface and can be noticed at ordinary times.

"That's part of the theoretical basis of this school of psychology."

Audrey glanced at Susie, touched the golden hair on its neck and said:

"So, we can use the interconnected sea to influence other people's consciousness to achieve the purpose of treating certain mental illnesses?"

This is the mystical foundation and extraordinary ability of the "psychiatrist"? But it seems that it is not enough, what is missing, like, the sky above, the sky that covers everything? Audrey thought curiously with a ignorant expression.

"You are really talented in this area!" Escalante praised in surprise, "But we can only affect the surrounding sea area, and through it affect the people who are close by. If we rashly go deep and explore the 'Ocean', it is easy to get lost Own."

She looked up at the gorgeous and complex clock on the wall, and smiled:

"The time is up, today's class is over, Miss Audrey, if you are interested in this genre of psychology, let's continue our chat next time."

"Okay." Audrey stood up and saluted.

In the process of watching the other party leave, she nodded thoughtfully:

Ms. Escalante is not like a real "psychologist", at most she is a "mind reader" like me...

What she just said was the theoretical basis of the Psychological Alchemy Association?

They are really calm, why don't they invite me to join the club...

Audrey was having a lot of thoughts, and Susie said happily beside her:

"Audrey, I feel that she is the same person as us, no, the same dog, no, it's not right...Wow!"

Susie, who only had a preliminary grasp of human language, fell into confusion and couldn't find accurate words to describe her feelings.

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South area of ​​the bridge, Rose Street, outside Harvest Church.

Klein, dressed normally, looked up at the Holy Emblem of Life on the outer wall. Holding a cane, he climbed up the steps and walked through the gate.

The first thing he has to do is confirm the situation.

Only in this way can the performance be better, in order to skillfully rescue the vampire Emlyn White without arousing suspicion, and then, as the detective who provided clues, accept the thanks of the White family and win the applause of the audience.

It's going to be an interesting show.

The Harvest Church is not big, it only has one prayer hall. Klein found a seat by the aisle, took off his hat, and looked forward.

Bishop Utravsky was preaching. His height of more than 2.20 meters and his burly physique that could not be concealed by loose priest robes gave people a great sense of oppression.

However, his expression was unusually gentle, with praise and gratitude for life.

In front of such a "priest", no one dared to make noise, and the few believers listened quietly, making prayer gestures unique to the Church of the Mother Earth from time to time.

Klein observed carefully, waiting patiently, neither arrogant nor impetuous.

With the sermon over, he grasped his cane, ready to rise for the follow-up.

At this moment, a man wearing a priest's robe from the Church of the Mother Earth entered the door leading to the room at the back of the church.

He was in his mid-twenties, with black hair and red pupils, high nose bridge, thin lips, handsome but not masculine enough, it was Emlyn White.

Klein's mouth opened little by little, and it was almost impossible to close it.

Shouldn't this guy be locked up in the basement?

Hadn't he been yelling to keep his faith and never obey Bishop Utravsky's ideas?

Emlyn White distributed things related to the sacrament to believers, and finally stopped in front of Klein.

Klein's thoughts changed sharply, and he immediately lowered his voice and said:

"You are Emlyn White, right? Your parents entrusted my friend to find you.

"Why are you here? Did something happen to you? Do you need help?"

Emlyn White lost that characteristic arrogance, and showed a smile that was only a little better than crying:

"No, I'll be home soon."

He pursed his lips, shook his head and forced a smile:

"I'm already a believer in the Mother Goddess, no, priest."

This answer was completely beyond Klein's expectations. He didn't know how to respond for a while, so he could only shout in his mind:

"Hey, last time in the Harvest Church, you were very firm in saying that you worship the moon and you will never convert to Goddess of the Earth. How long has it been since you gave in?

"Isn't this speed too fast?

"What about your persistence? What about your integrity?

"The performance I had carefully prepared was forced to end before it even started...

"This, this is not playing cards according to common sense!"

Klein opened his mouth, and suddenly found something wrong:

Why did Emlyn White tell me about conversion?

I'm just a detective who stumbled upon him while passing by...

He wants me to pass this on to his parents?

Is there another meaning hidden here?

Just as Klein was guessing the reason, Emlyn White put away his worries and said with a triumphant smile:

"Mr. Detective, you don't need to act.

"Or should I call you the new owner of the master key?

"Hey, for the noble blood race, everyone's smell is different, and they will have different blood characteristics. Even if I was locked in the basement at that time, I still smelled it and remembered your smell."