Chapter 90 "Seeing"

Sir Deville's bedroom is larger than the living room and dining room of Klein's house. It consists of a bed part, a living part, a dressing part, a washroom part and a bookshelf desk part. The furnishings are exquisite and the details are extravagant.

But in Klein's perception, it was dark and dark, and the temperature was at least half lower than outside.

At the same time, he seemed to hear one cry after another, and a moan like a dying struggle.

Klein was slightly in a trance, and saw that everything was back to normal: the bright sunlight penetrated the window and sprinkled the entire bedroom; the temperature was neither too high nor too low; the surrounding police, bodyguards, and housekeepers were silent and did not speak.

This... He looked sideways at the classic and gorgeous bed, and saw that there seemed to be a pair of blurry eyes circling in the shadows, like moths who were not afraid of death beside a gas lamp.

After walking a few steps and getting closer, Klein's "spirit vision" lost the picture he just saw.

Not a standard grievance soul, let alone an evil spirit... What is it? Klein frowned, recalling the esoteric knowledge he had acquired during this time.

In his opinion, today's task would be handed over to the "corpse collector", to the "gravedigger", and to the "psychic", I am afraid it will not be difficult at all, but this is obviously not his best field.

Resisting the urge to divine the direction of the investigation, Klein slowly looked around, looking for other traces to confirm a few guesses in his heart.

"This one, Inspector," Sir Deville hesitated. "Have you found anything?"

"If it was that easy to find out, I don't think my colleagues would have waited until now." Klein said cliché and glanced at the big philanthropist subconsciously.

Just when he was about to withdraw his gaze, he suddenly found a pale figure reflected in the mirror behind Sir Deville.

No, it was a twisted pale white figure that overlapped one after another!

The figure disappeared in a flash, and Klein seemed to hear faint crying again.

Phew... He let out a thick breath, soothing the fear that he almost drew his gun just now.

After raising his inspiration and turning on his spiritual vision, he will be scared insane sooner or later... Klein relieved his tension by complaining about himself, and then turned his attention to Sir Deville again.

This time, he saw something different.

Sir Deville, who was in this bedroom, was surrounded by pale, distorted shadows from time to time, causing the light to dim slightly in that area.

And every flash is bound to be accompanied by illusory crying and moaning that normal people can't hear.

Is it difficult for normal people to hear under normal conditions? Because of the day? Klein nodded thoughtfully.

He has a preliminary judgment on the case:

What haunts Sir Deville is one after another of resentment, the spiritual residue caused by the most unforgettable emotion before human death!

If this kind of resentment and residue accumulates for a while, and is several times stronger, it will become a terrifying murderous spirit.

However, Sir Deville is a well-known philanthropist. Even Benson, who is so picky, respects him very much. How can there be so many "death resentments"? duplicity? The means of a malicious Beyonder? Klein wondered about the possibility.

He thought about it, looked at Deville, and said:

"My lord, I have a few questions."

"Please speak." Deville sat down tiredly and weakly.

Klein organized the language and said:

"When you leave here and go to a new place, such as the countryside, such as Backlund, do you get at least a short period of peace in the middle of the night, and then the situation slowly recovers, getting worse and worse, until you sleep during the day, you will also hear moaning and crying ?"

Deville's half-squinted eyes opened, and there was a little more brilliance in the blue eyes:

"Yes, have you found the root of the matter?"

Only then did he discover that due to long-term insomnia, his mental state was poor,

He even forgot to tell the police about such an important clue!

Seeing that Klein's question was answered affirmatively, Inspector Tolle secretly breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that the Nighthawks had found a clue.

Sheriff Gate was surprised and curious again, and couldn't help but glanced at psychology expert Klein several times.

In line with the characteristics of gradually entanglement of resentment and a little accumulation... Klein, who received the feedback, basically confirmed the answer.

And he now has two ways to help Sir Deville get rid of his troubles. One is to set up an altar directly around the other party, and use ritual magic to completely remove "death resentment". to resolve things.

Considering the rule of "trying not to let ordinary people know about the existence of extraordinary power", Klein planned to try the second method first, and then pray to the goddess if it didn't work.

"Sir, you have a mental illness, a mental problem." He looked at Deville and said nonsense in a serious manner.

Sir Deville frowned and asked:

"You mean, I'm a mental patient and need to go to a lunatic asylum?"

"No, it's not that serious. In fact, most people have more or less psychological and spiritual problems." Klein casually reassured, "Please allow me to introduce again, I'm the Ahowa County Police Department. psychologist."

"A psychologist?" Deville and his butler looked at Inspector Tolle, an acquaintance, at the same time.

Tolle nodded solemnly, indicating that it was indeed the case.

"Well, what do I need to do to cooperate with the treatment? Also, I don't understand why my housekeeper, my bodyguard, and my servants can hear the crying and moaning..." Deville held the cane in both hands, with a look on his face. Confuse.

Klein answered professionally:

"I'll explain it to you later."

"Please ask your housekeeper, your servant and your bodyguard to go out, Inspector Toller, Sheriff Gate, please leave together, I need a quiet environment for initial treatment."

"Healing" with a spell... Inspector Tolle silently added to him, nodding to Sir Deville.

Deville was silent for ten seconds and said:

"Karen, take them to the living room on the second floor and wait."

"Yes, sir." Butler Karen did not refute, because the request was made by a regular police officer, a trainee inspector, and a psychologist.

Watching them leave in turn and closing the door, Klein looked at Deville with dark blonde hair and blue eyes and said:

"Sir, please lie down in bed, relax, and try to sleep."

"...Okay." Deville hung his coat and hat on the coat rack, walked slowly to the bed, and lay down.

Klein closed all the curtains, making the room dark.

He took off the pendant and quickly used the "spiritual pendulum" to make a simple good or bad judgment, then sat on the rocking chair not far from the end of the bed, outlined the ball of light, entered into meditation, and let the spiritual world unfold before his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, he leaned against the back of the chair and fell into a deep sleep, allowing his astral body to come into contact with the outside world.

He was using the "dream divination" technique to "communicate" with the grudges that haunt Sir Deville in a spiritual environment similar to dreaming.

Only through communication can we get answers and solve problems!

Woohoo!

Sad crying phantom lingered in Klein's ears, and he "saw" one after another of pale and transparent figures appearing around him.

He, He, He, a painful moan came, and Klein, who had barely regained his ability to think, stretched out his right hand and touched one of them.

Huo Ran, the figures turned into moths fighting the flames, and they were thrown at him one by one.

Klein's eyes were suddenly blurred, his head seemed to be split in half, half was looking at it calmly, and half saw the "mirror".

In the "mirror" is a strong young girl dressed as a worker, walking in a dusty factory, her head throbbing after waves of pain.

Her vision blurred from time to time, and her body was getting thinner and thinner.

She seemed to hear someone calling her Charlotte, saying that she was suffering from general hysteria.

Hysteria? She looked into the mirror and saw a faint blue line on her gums.

...

As soon as the "camera" turned, Klein seemed to see it again, transformed into a girl named Mary.

She also walked in the lead factory, young and lively.

Suddenly, half of her cheek began to twitch continuously, followed by the arm and leg on the same side.

"You have epilepsy," she heard someone say as she twitched.

She fell convulsively, more and more violently, and finally lost consciousness.

...

Another girl, she was sullen, wandering the streets like a fool, and even had a language barrier.

Her headache was severe, her gums had blue lines, and she twitched every now and then.

She met a doctor who said:

"Lafferty, you're under the influence of lead."

The doctor looked at her with pity, watched her twitch again, several times in a row, and watched her eyes lose all light.

...

Picture after picture appeared in Klein's mind. He was half immersed in it, half observing it calmly.

Suddenly, he completely understood what happened to these girls:

They are female workers who have been exposed to lead white for a long time and have been exposed to dust for a long time. They died of lead poisoning.

And Sir Deville happens to have a lead factory and two ceramic factories, all of which employ women workers at relatively low prices!

Klein silently "watched" all of this, feeling that there was only one thing left to figure out:

Such "death resentment" is very small, and even if it accumulates, it is impossible to have any impact on reality and on Deville.

Unless, unless there is a stronger and more persistent resentment that turns them into a whole.

Just then, he "saw" another girl.

The girl, no more than eighteen years old, was glazing porcelain in a factory.

"Hayley, how are you doing recently? Do you have any headaches? If it's serious, remember to tell me. Sir Deville stipulates that people with severe headaches should no longer be exposed to lead and must leave the factory." An older woman was concerned asked.

Hai Liye touched her forehead and replied with a smile:

"One thing, it's okay."

"Then tell me tomorrow if it's serious," the older woman urged.

Hailiye agreed and returned home, pressing her forehead from time to time.

She saw her parents and brothers coming back from outside and saw sadness on their faces.

"Your father and brother lost their jobs..." her mother said, wiping tears.

Her father and brother bowed their heads and whispered:

"We'll go to the dock to find something to do."

"But we don't even have the bread money for the day after tomorrow... Maybe we have to move to the innermost part of Lower Street..." Hailiye's mother looked at her with red eyes, "When will you get your salary? It's 10 sous. Le, right?"

Hai Liye pinched her forehead again:

"Well, Saturday, Saturday."

She said nothing, was as quiet as usual, returned to the factory the next day, and told the supervisor that the headache was gone and there was no problem.

She smiled, walked 5 kilometers to work every day, and then walked 5 kilometers to go home, and massaged her head more and more frequently.

"Haven't you found a job yet?" Hailiye looked at the brown bread boiled in the soup and couldn't help asking her father and brother.

Her father said in distress:

"The recent recession has led to layoffs in many places. Even the docks have to work a day and take a day off. They can only get 3 soles and 7 pence a week."

Hailiye sighed and said nothing. She was as quiet as always, but quietly hid her twitching left hand behind her.

The next day, she walked to work again, the sun was shining slowly, and the number of pedestrians on the street gradually changed from less to more.

Suddenly, she twitched, her whole body twitching.

She fell to the side of the road, foaming from her mouth.

She looked at the sky, her vision began to blur, she saw people coming and going, saw people approaching, saw a carriage passing by, and saw the coat of arms of the Deville family's white dove.

She tried her best to open her mouth, but no sound came out.

So, she still didn't say anything, just as quiet as usual.

But unlike usual, she died.