Chapter 92 "Psychology Experts"

"Mass hysteria?" Sir Deville, who had also been in contact with many psychiatrists during this time, chewed on the term given by Klein.

His housekeeper, his bodyguard, and his servants did not make a sound even if they were curious in their hearts without his permission.

It was Sheriff Gate, who looked at Klein suspiciously, as if he had never heard of a similar concept.

Klein controlled the inertia of tapping the armrest of the sofa with his fingers, and explained in a soothing and low voice:

"Humans are creatures that are easily deceived by their own senses. Mass hysteria is a psychogenic problem caused by factors such as mental stress that interact with each other within the same group."

His series of professional words made Sir Deville, Sheriff Gat and others confused for a while, and they subconsciously chose to believe them.

"Let me give a simple example, this is a case I have dealt with before. A certain gentleman held a dinner party and invited 35 guests in total. At the dinner party, he suddenly felt sick and vomited on the spot, and then accompanied by Severe diarrhoea, once, twice, three times, he started thinking he had food poisoning and went to the hospital and told his guests that."

"In the next two hours, more than 30 of the 35 guests had diarrhea, and 26 had vomiting. They filled the hospital's emergency room."

"The doctors conducted detailed examinations and comparisons, and believed that the gentleman was not poisoned at first, the reason was the gastroenteritis caused by the weather changes and the cold spirits."

"And the most surprising thing is that none of the guests who came to the hospital were not only poisoned, but none of them were actually sick."

"This is mass hysteria."

Deville nodded slightly and praised:

"I understand that humans are indeed easy to deceive themselves. No wonder Emperor Roselle said that a lie repeated a hundred times will become the truth."

"Officer, what should I call you? You are the most professional psychiatrist I have ever seen."

"Inspector Moretti." Klein pointed to his epaulette and said, "Sir, your troubles have been initially resolved, you can try to sleep now and let me check if there are other problems. If you can have a Good dream, please allow us to say goodbye in advance, no longer waiting for you to wake up."

"Okay." Deville rubbed his forehead, grabbed his cane, went upstairs step by step, and entered the bedroom.

Half an hour later, the carriage with the police coat of arms drove away from the fountain at Lord Deville's gate.

After Sheriff Gate got off the car halfway and returned to his police station, Inspector Tolle looked at Klein, half compliment and half jokingly said:

"I just thought you were a real psychologist..."

He didn't finish his words, because he saw the young man in the black and white checkered uniform on the opposite side hardly showing any expression, his eyes were dark and deep, and the corners of his mouth twitched upwards:

"I've only been exposed to a few before."

Inspector Toler fell silent until the carriage stopped outside 36 Zoetland Street.

"Thank you for your help, Sir Deville finally got rid of his troubles and got back to sleep." He reached out and shook hands with Klein, "Say thank you to Dunn for me."

Klein nodded lightly and said:

"OK."

He walked down the stairs, returned to the Blackthorn Security Company step by step, knocked on the door and entered the captain's office.

"Solved?" Dunn was waiting for his own lunch.

"It's solved." Klein rubbed his forehead, and said concisely and truthfully, "The root of the problem lies in the lead and porcelain factories under Sir Deville's name. Since their establishment, they have suffered too many deaths from lead poisoning. Incidents, and every incident, will allow Sir Deville to reap a bit of resentment that residual spirituality has become."

"Normally, these won't cause big problems, and at most people like to have nightmares." Dunn has dealt with similar cases,

Quite a lot of experience.

Klein nodded slightly and said:

"Yes, the trajectory of things should have developed this way, but unfortunately, Sir Deville met a lead poisoned female worker in the street one day. She happened to fall by the side of the road, and she happened to see the coat of arms of the Deville family. At the same time, she still had strong feelings of unwillingness, anxiety and longing, and these emotions did not dissipate until the Sir gave her parents, brother and sister a sum of 300 pounds in compensation."

"This is a social problem, and it's not uncommon in this age of steam and machinery." Dunn took out his pipe, took a sniff, and said with a sigh, "Workers who make flax, because they will wet the material, will wet themselves by the way, it is common Suffering from bronchitis and joint diseases, and in factories with severe dust, even if there is no poisoning, lung problems will accumulate... Phew, we don't have to discuss these, as the kingdom develops, I believe it will be resolved, Klein, Tonight, tonight, let's find a restaurant to celebrate your becoming a regular team member?"

Klein thought for a while and said:

"Tomorrow night... Captain, I've used Spirit Vision for too long today, and I used the 'dream divination' technique to communicate directly with those resentments. I feel very tired. I hope I can go home in the afternoon and have a good rest, okay? Is it? Well, I will go to the divination club at four or five o'clock to observe the members' reactions to the sudden death of Hynas Vincent."

"No problem, that's what it should be." Dunn chuckled, "Then tomorrow night, I'll ask Luo Shan to book a seat at the Old Well restaurant next door."

Klein stood up with the police soft hat and gave a salute:

"Thank you, Captain, see you tomorrow."

Dunn raised his hand and said:

"Wait a minute, you said that Sir Deville gave the woman's parents £300 in compensation?"

"Yes." Klein understood the meaning of the captain's call to stop him as soon as he nodded, "Are you worried that they will suffer misfortune because of this wealth?"

Dunn sighed:

"I've seen a lot of things like this. You give me their addresses, and I'll ask Kernli to arrange for them to leave Tingen and go to another city to start a new life."

"Okay." Klein replied in a deep voice.

After doing all this, he left Dunn's room, entered the lounge diagonally opposite, put on his original suit, and left the police uniform in his own closet.

Taking the public carriage, Klein walked back to Daffodil Street silently and staggeringly. He took off his coat, took off his hat, and found the leftovers from last night. When it was hot, he filled his stomach with the last oatmeal bread. .

Then, he climbed to the second floor, hung up his clothes, fell down, and lay on the bed.

When he woke up, the pocket watch had reached 2:10 in the afternoon, the fierce sun hung high outside, and the light shone through the clouds.

In this splendid golden color, Klein stood beside the desk, looking out of the oriel window, looking at the pedestrians with old and tattered clothes, watching them enter or leave Iron Cross Street.

Phew... He exhaled slowly, finally getting rid of the lowness.

The road must be taken step by step, the sequence must be improved layer by layer, and everything must be like this.

He shook his head, sat down, and began to summarize and sort out what happened last week, repeating the key points that he had remembered before, so as not to forget and omit.

Two fifty-five.

Above the vague, boundless, gray, and empty fog, a majestic temple stands tall, and an ancient mottled bronze long table is quietly placed.

And on the high-backed chair at the top of the long table, there was already a man covered in a thick gray fog.

Klein leaned back in his chair, thought silently for a while, and suddenly reached out his hand to dot the crimson stars symbolizing "Justice" and "The Hanged Man".

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Backlund, Queens.

Audrey lifted her skirt and walked lightly to the bedroom.

Suddenly, she felt something, turned her head to the side, looked into the shadow of the balcony, and saw Susie the golden retriever sitting quietly and watching quietly.

Audrey sighed silently, drew a crimson moon on her chest, and then moved closer, looking down at the golden retriever and said:

"Susie, you're wrong, you're peeping, the 'audience' should watch from their own position."

The golden retriever looked up at its owner and wagged its tail in coordination.

After babbling a few words, Audrey didn't dare to delay, and walked back to the bedroom.

Within a few seconds of opening and closing the door, she suddenly had a strange idea:

"I wonder if Mr. Fool can let Susie also enter that mysterious space, so that there will be four members of our Tarot Club! And 100% are Extraordinary!"

"No, Susie doesn't even know how to speak. What should I do if I let it express opinions and exchange ideas? Wang Wang Wang? Oooooooooo? Bah, why should I learn to bark here..."

"Such a scene feels very strange just by imagining it... Dog barks suddenly appeared in the mysterious and serious party... Mr. Fool will definitely kick us out of the Tarot Club..."

Audrey locked the door of the house, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, and took out an old yellow-brown page from under the pillow.

She watched it over and over again, and began to put herself into the state of "audience".

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In the Sunya Sea, somewhere in the sea, the ancient sailboats chasing the "Listener" have left the Rorsted Islands.

"Navigator" Alger Wilson was worried about the error of the mechanical wall clock, so he entered the captain's room half an hour earlier, lest the situation suddenly be seen by his subordinates.

A glass of almost transparent spirits was placed in front of him, and the rich fragrance penetrated into his nostrils.

Thinking of the party that was about to start, thinking of the boundless gray fog that appeared in front of him in the hotel corridor and the mysterious Fool sitting in the center of the gray fog, Alger shuddered slightly again.

He picked up the wine glass, drank it in one gulp, and relieved the feeling in his heart with a fire that burned his throat.

Soon, he regained his composure, still so calm, so calm.

PS: It will be Monday again, and there will be a supplement in the early morning.