Chapter 1 Visits

Backlund, East District, a two-bedroom room.

Several policemen in black and white checkered uniforms followed the landlord who opened the door and entered, covering their mouths with their hands.

There was a strong smell of blood inside!

"Officer, I don't know what happened. The other tenants said that there seems to be a lot of blood here, and they can smell it through the walls and the door." The landlord wearing a silk top hat looked around timidly, I don't want to stay in the room for a second.

The black-haired and blue-eyed police officer with the inspector's epaulettes waved his hands and said:

"You wait at the door first, I have something to ask you."

As he spoke, he put on his white gloves and turned his gaze to the wooden door of the bedroom.

However, he was not in a hurry to go in, and looked around slowly, taking all the surrounding situations into his eyes:

A pile of coal, a cabinet for storing tableware and ingredients, a small stove, a well-cleaned iron pan, a slightly greasy table, two round stools on the ground, two reclining chairs, several A glass bottle containing an unknown powder, and a stack of scattered Tarot cards.

"A occultist with an average economic situation?" The black-haired and blue-eyed inspector nodded slightly, made a judgment, and then signaled one of his subordinates to open the bedroom door.

With a creak, more bloody smell came out.

The police officer who opened the door glanced inside, let out a short scream, and stepped back a few steps.

The leading inspector frowned slightly, pressed the shoulder of the retreating officer, crossed the obstacle, and approached the bedroom.

He swept his eyes, and his expression changed immediately.

In the bedroom, on the wooden bed, a man was lying there with his hands tied to the guardrail above his head.

He was naked, and there were thin and deep cracks on his body. The blood had already drained dry, staining the bed sheet below and the quilt next to him dark red.

At first glance, the dead man seemed to be tightly entangled with iron wires, strangled the skin and flesh, and strangled into the bones.

Such a picture still has a strong impact on the police who have seen many murder scenes.

And with a certain ritual-like sense of evil.

Just when the chief inspector was about to say something, two people suddenly rushed into the room, one tried to take pictures, and the other asked a series of questions:

"Another murder?

"Has there been a lot of murders in the East End recently?

"Officer, do you think it's a serial murder?"

The black-haired and blue-eyed inspector frowned even deeper, he waved his hands and said:

"Don't destroy the scene, or I will regard you as the criminal's accomplices."

He immediately said to the previous policeman:

"Callis, ask the two reporters to go out and tell them that if you have any questions, please contact the press office at the Severas Field."

When the reporters were invited out of the murder scene, the inspector sighed and said:

"It's going to be in the newspapers again, damn it!"

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Queens, in the luxury villa of Earl Hall's family.

"Another murder case occurred in the East District. The victim was suspected of being abused during his lifetime..." Audrey, who had finished dinner, casually flipped through the "Becklund Evening Post" in the living room.

Hearing his daughter whispering to himself, Earl Hall shook his head and sighed:

"It's not news in the East End, where the statistics show that more than one person dies every day."

Audrey didn't pay much attention to this matter. After chatting with her father, mother, and brother for a while, she returned to her room with her golden retriever Susie.

One person and one dog had a tacit understanding, and there was no verbal communication. The latter stood guard at the door and acted as a guard, while Audrey locked the door of the house, sat by the bed, and silently called Mister Fool's honorable name.

After waiting for a few seconds, a crimson light surged out of her eyes, drowning everything.

Audrey came above the gray mist, and came to the magnificent and simple palace.

Immediately, she saw a small room on the side, with the mottled door slightly closed but not closed.

"It's much better than the old confession room during the last treatment... However, this doesn't fit Mr. World's character, is his mental state alienated?" Audrey entered the room thoughtfully. , closed the mottled door.

She had done a follow-up visit for Gehrman Sparrow from "The World" before, and gave the conclusion that the other party had recovered. Unexpectedly, she suddenly received the news that the other party requested another treatment today.

This made her a little surprised, but also a little curious.

In the rather spacious dark room, Audrey leaned her back against the wall where there was obviously someone behind her, her body fell slowly, and she knelt and sat with her legs slanted.

In the calm and tranquil atmosphere, she adjusted her self-state and said briskly:

"Good evening, Mr. World~"

Before she finished speaking, Audrey's spiritual intuition had already sensed the surface condition of the other party's mental body, that is, emotions in the popular sense, or mood.

Gloomy, depressed, confused, depressed, not interested in anything... Mr. World's problem this time is completely different from last time... What happened to him? Audrey bit her lower lip lightly, made a calm judgment, and used a "comfort" at the right time.

This is one of the most useful abilities of a "psychologist", which was called "psychoanalysis" in ancient times.

The "dark clouds" accumulated behind the wall dissipated quite a bit at once, and Gehrman Sparrow finally said hoarsely:

"Good evening, Miss Justice."

Audrey, who was leaning against the wall, thought for a while, canceled the planned plan, and maintained the brisk tone just now:

"I'm curious about what you've been through recently, it seems like there have been too many encounters.

"Don't think about other things, let's talk first, talk like friends.

"If you are interested in my life, I would also like to share some interesting things."

Gehrman Sparrow on the other side of the wall was silent for a while, and asked without answering:

"What are your hopes for the future?"

Audrey turned her eyes slightly, and replied seriously:

"Promote yourself and try to become a demigod to better protect dad, mom and brothers.

"Well, during this period of time, I have followed the staff of the foundation to visit several applicants for the scholarship fund. Their living conditions are really beyond my imagination. Although I have read some reports, I am mentally prepared for this , but when I actually faced it, I still received a strong shock. There was a girl who was only a few years younger than me, but was very thin and short. When I was reading, those eyes were very pure and full of pleading, I can't forget to this day..."

While speaking, Audrey keenly noticed that Gehrman Sparrow's mental state had changed a bit. It was no longer like a completely still lake, but there were some ripples and ups and downs.

After a little deliberation, the "psychiatrist" said to himself as if he hadn't noticed anything:

"I used to look forward to a wonderful marriage, and hoped that my 'prince' would come as described in those popular movies. However, after becoming an 'audience', I found that it would be difficult for me to fulfill this dream. I can always Reading those men's true thoughts, seeing through their lies one after another, confirming that many people are not as beautiful as I thought, this makes me a little disappointed, well, wait a few years, maybe I will appreciate others' shortcomings, but It's really hard to do now..."

Seeing that Gehrman Sparrow, who was only separated from her by a wall and was back to back, finally felt like laughing, Audrey released another "comfort" in time, and then she heard the other party ask:

"You once obtained information about the giant dragons from the 'Sun', so you should have a certain understanding of the 'Dragon of Illusion'.

"If, I mean, if, you found out that your father, mother, and brothers are all dreamed up by the King of Angels through the 'spectator' pathway, and don't actually exist, how would you react?"

It must have collapsed on the spot, or even lost control... Mister "World" discovered that his main expectation or ultimate goal could never be realized, so he had psychological problems? Audrey was inexplicably terrified by Gehrman Sparrow's question first, and then realized the essence of the problem.

She didn't answer, and asked in a guiding way:

"You seem to have witnessed the dashing of a hope."

"Oh." There was a self-deprecating laugh from the wall behind Audrey, "Indeed, I used to think that I still have a family, but later I found out that this was just my extravagant wish."

"Why do you say that?" Audrey asked in a chatty manner.

Gehrman Sparrow was silent for a few seconds and said:

"Have you heard the enlightenment fairy tales that Emperor Roselle used as a tutor?"

"This is my childhood memory." Audrey said "Yes".

At the same time, she noticed that Mister "World" on the other side of the wall had obvious emotional fluctuations, and the suppressed pain poured out.

This time, Audrey didn't use "comfort". Her spiritual intuition and professional knowledge told her that the other party needed some catharsis.

"Then you should know the story of Sleeping Beauty and the Prince." Gehrman Sparrow said hoarsely, "There is such a person who also fell into a deep sleep until one day he woke up suddenly... he thought his family was still there , he worked hard to improve himself, hoping to find them one day, which became the main meaning of his life. In the end, he discovered that he had been asleep for at least three hundred years, or even thousands of years, or even longer. can never be found again..."

The intense pain and confusion were so vivid in Audrey's induction, which made her suddenly realize:

The gloomy, depressing, sophisticated, and ruthless Mr. "World" also has his own goals and meaning of existence!

This is in line with his tender heart... how pathetic... although he just gave an example based on a fairy tale, the emotional reaction when he said certain words is real... he mentioned "sleep", "family" , "three hundred years", "thousands of years", "longer", "never to be found again", his pain is obviously more... Does this mean that he is an ancient person, who has lived to the present because of a certain encounter? This coincides with Mister Fool being a revived ancient god, no wonder he can become a favored one... Audrey quickly grasped the crux of the matter.

She pursed her lips, pondered and said:

"Did his family leave any words? Did they say what they hoped he would do when he woke up?"