"Supernatural factors exist …" Klein's eyes returned to normal as he turned to look at Leonard and Frye.
Leonard suddenly laughed.
"Very professional. As expected of a Seer."
You seem to be hinting at something … Klein muttered without making a sound.
Frye opened his suitcase and took out a silver knife and other items.
He paused for a few seconds and said, "The corpse told me that she had indeed died of a sudden heart disease … Do you have a way to divine the situation in more detail?"
Klein nodded seriously.
"I can try combining the mediumship ritual and dream divination. Hopefully, I can obtain something from Mrs. Lauvis's remnant spirituality."
Frye maintained his cold and reserved state as he took two steps back.
"Give it a try first."
He turned his head to glance at Klein and suddenly sighed in a flat tone, "You're getting more and more used to such situations."
I didn't want to … Klein had the urge to cry. He took out the extract, essential oils, and herbal powders he needed and quickly completed the setup for the mediumship ritual.
Standing in the middle of the wall of spirituality, he chanted the honorific name of the Evernight Goddess and made a prayer in Hermes.
Soon, wind swirled around him as the light dimmed.
Klein, whose eyes were completely black, took the opportunity to repeatedly recite the divination statement.
"Mrs. Lauvis's cause of death.
"Mrs. Lauvis's cause of death."
…
He stood and entered the dream. He "saw" the transparent spirit that lingered around the corpse in a blur.
Then, he reached out his illusory right hand and touched Mrs. Lauvis's remnant spirituality.
In an instant, light exploded in front of him as scenes flashed past.
It was a sallow, emaciated woman, dressed in rags, busily pasting a matchbox.
There was her suddenly pausing as she clutched her chest.
There was her talking to her two children.
There was her body swaying slightly as she panted heavily.
There was her suddenly being patted by someone when she went to buy black bread.
They were the signs that she had heart problems over and over again.
There was her feeling very tired and lying in bed, but she never woke up.
Klein carefully observed every detail, trying to find traces of supernatural factors.
But when everything was over, he still did not obtain enough clear clues.
The blurriness and haziness shattered as he exited the dream and returned to reality.
He removed the wall of spirituality and said to the waiting Frye and Leonard, who were watching the show.
"There's no direct symbolism. Most of the images reveal that Mrs. Lauvis had suffered from a heart disease early on. Only one is different. Mrs. Lauvis is patted from behind. The hand is white and slender, and it seems to belong to a woman."
"For such a family, they won't easily go to the doctor unless it's the most serious situation. Even if it's just to line up at the free charity medical organization, they can't afford to lose time. If they don't work one day, they might not have food the next day." Leonard sighed in a sentimental tone like a poet.
Frye glanced at the corpse on the bed and let out a soft sigh.
Without waiting for Klein to speak, Leonard quickly changed his state and said as though he was thinking,
"Do you mean that the supernatural factor existed when Mrs. Lauwis was patted, and that it came from the lady with the slender hands?"
Klein nodded and answered,
"Yes, but this is only my interpretation. Divination is often vague."
He and Leonard did not discuss further. They each retreated to the other side of the mattress, allowing Frye to take out the auxiliary instruments and materials from the suitcase without interference for further inspection.
They waited for a moment. Frye packed up his things, cleaned them up, and covered them up.
"The cause of death was a natural heart disease. There is no doubt about that."
Upon hearing this conclusion, Leonard paced back and forth a few times and even walked to the door.
"Let's stop here first. Let's go to the West Side Workhouse to see if we can find other clues and see if the two deaths can be connected."
"Yes, that's the only way." Klein, who was full of doubts, agreed.
Frye carried his suitcase and skipped past two mattresses. He didn't step on other people's blankets.
Leonard opened the door and walked out first. He said to Lawrence and the renter, "Don't worry.
"You can go home now."
Klein thought for a moment and added,
"Don't be in a hurry to bury the body. Let's wait for another day. There might be another thorough inspection."
"O-Alright, Officer." Lauvis bowed slightly and answered hurriedly. He then said in a half-numb and half-dazed manner, "Actually, actually, I don't have the money to bury her at the moment. I have to save for a few more days, a few more days. Fortunately, the weather has cooled off recently."
Klein blurted out in surprise.
"You plan to leave the body in the room for a few days?"
Lauvis squeezed out a smile.
"Yes, fortunately. Fortunately, the weather has cooled off recently. We can put the body on the table at night and carry her to bed when it's time to eat …"
Before he could finish his sentence, Frye suddenly interrupted.
"I've left the burial fees beside your wife."
Then, he left these words behind and ignored Lauvis' shocked expression and the gratitude that followed. He walked quickly towards the apartment's door.
Klein followed closely behind, pondering a question.
If the weather was still as hot as it was in June or July, what would Lauvis do with his wife's body?
Would he find a dark and windy night and secretly throw the body into the Tussock River or Khoy River? Or would he find a random place to dig a hole and bury it?
Klein knew that "burials in cemeteries" was a law that the seven major Churches and the royal families of the various countries had specially formulated more than a thousand years ago, towards the end of the previous Epoch, in order to reduce and eliminate water ghosts, zombies, and vengeful spirits.
The specific implementation method was that the various countries would provide free land, and the various Churches would be responsible for guarding or patrolling. They would only charge a small fee during the cremation and burial process to pay for the necessary labor.
But even so, the real poor couldn't afford it.
After leaving Iron Cross Street's 134 Lower Street, the three Nighthawks separated from Biggie Mountbatten and silently turned towards the West Borough Workhouse on a nearby street.
Just as they approached, Klein saw a long queue coming towards them. It was the same situation as when people from foodie countries queued up for internet celebrities on Earth. There were people squeezing against each other.
"There are more than a hundred, no, close to two hundred people," he muttered in surprise. He saw that the people in the queue were dressed in tattered clothes and had numb expressions. Occasionally, they would look anxiously at the entrance of the workhouse.
Frye slowed down his footsteps and said with a cold and gloomy tone,
They can only be selected according to the order in which they line up. Of course, the workhouse will do a verification to prevent people who don't meet the requirements from entering. "
"This is also due to the recent economic downturn …" Leonard sighed.
"Those who don't get a spot can only find their own way?" Klein asked subconsciously.
"They can also try their luck at other workhouses. Different workhouses open at different times, but there will always be a queue of the same length. Some people are already waiting at two in the afternoon." Frye paused and said, "The rest will most likely starve for a day. This way, they will also lose the ability to find a job and fall into a vicious cycle of death. Those who can't take it will give up their persistence in kindness …"
Klein was silent for a few seconds before exhaling.
"The newspapers never publish such things … Mr. Frye, it's rare to hear you speak so much."
"I was once a priest in the Goddess's workhouse." Frye was still in his cold state.
The well-dressed trio successfully arrived at the entrance of the West Borough workhouse. They showed their identification to the gatekeeper who was arrogantly sizing up the people in the queue and were ushered into the workhouse.
The workhouse was remodeled from an old cathedral. The Mass hall was covered with mats and hanging hammocks. The thick smell of sweat mixed with the stench of feet filled every corner.
There were many homeless poor people inside and outside the hall. Some of them were swinging hammers and smashing rocks, while others were picking up thin cotton from old ropes. Not a single person was idle.
"To prevent the poor from relying on charity and becoming scoundrels, the Poor Law of 1336 stipulates that every poor person can only stay in the workhouse for a maximum of five days. If they exceed the limit, they will be chased out. During these five days, they also have to work, such as breaking rocks or carrying cotton. This is also a necessary task for criminals in prison." Frye explained to Klein and Leonard emotionlessly.
Leonard opened his mouth, but in the end, he said sarcastically, "After leaving this workhouse, they can still go to another one. Of course, they might not be able to stay there again … Heh, perhaps in the eyes of some people, the poor are equivalent to criminals."
"… Carrying cotton?" Klein was silent for a moment, not knowing what to ask.
"The fibers in old ropes are a good material to fill in the cracks of ships." Frye stopped in his tracks and found the traces of the blackened ground.
They waited for a few minutes before the director of the workhouse and the priest rushed over. They were both men in their forties.
"Sauls set the fire here, but he only burned himself to death?" Leonard pointed at the marks on the ground.
The director of the workhouse was a man with a wide and slightly protruding forehead. He swept his blue eyes in the direction that Inspector Mitchell was pointing at and nodded affirmatively.
"Yes."
"Did Sauls show any unusual behavior before this?" Klein added.
The workhouse director thought for a moment.
"According to the people who slept next to him, Sols kept saying things like 'God has abandoned me', 'This World is too filthy', 'I have nothing left', and so on. He was full of resentment and despair. However, no one expected that he would break all the kerosene lamps and set the place on fire while everyone was asleep. Thank God, someone discovered and stopped him in time."
Klein and Leonard looked for the few poor people who slept next to Solus last night, as well as the guards who stopped the massacre, but they only got the same answer as what was written in the information.
Of course, they secretly used Spirit Vision, divination, and other methods to confirm if the other party was lying.
"It seems like Sauls had thoughts of revenge and self-destruction a long time ago. It seems like a very normal case." Leonard let the director and the priest leave and expressed his opinion first.
Klein deliberated and said, "That's right.
"Let's temporarily rule out Sauls' arson," Leonard concluded.
At that moment, Frye suddenly said, "My divination also tells me that this case isn't influenced by Beyonder factors."
Just then, Frye suddenly said, "No, there might be other possibilities.
For example, Sauls was instigated by someone else. That person is a Beyonder, but he didn't use any Beyonder means. "
Klein's eyes lit up when he heard that.
He immediately echoed, "It's possible. For example, the Instigator from before!"
Instigator Tris!
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