Lanevus? That criminal who cheats money and sex? He's actually related to Hood Eugen from Psychological Alchemy … Klein was stunned when he heard that, but he immediately recalled the meaning of the name Lanevus.
He's a swindler who stole more than ten thousand pounds!
He's a moving treasure trove that earns ten pounds for providing clues, and a hundred pounds for helping to catch him!
He's a scum who cheated the bodies and feelings of innocent women!
And he actually knows Hood Eugen, and even visited him three times in the mental asylum. Does this mean that he's in contact with the Beyonder circle, or is he a Beyonder himself? At this thought, Klein suddenly remembered the name of a potion.
Sequence 8 of the Marauder pathway, Swindler!
Such Beyonders usually take pleasure in cheating others!
It's very possible! Klein nodded thoughtfully. He controlled his facial expression and body language and pretended to be nonchalant.
"When was the last time that Mr. Lanevus visited Hood Eugen?"
"Early July. As for the exact date, I'll have to go back to the mental asylum and look through the corresponding registration form to know," Daxter Guderian replied after a few seconds of silence.
Early July. Lanevus's scam hadn't failed back then, and he hadn't escaped Tingen … Klein changed the subject.
"Did Hood Eugen mention anything about this gentleman?"
"No. You should know that a Sequence 7 Psychiatrist wouldn't leak anything out of carelessness. Every word they say is carefully thought out. Unless they have other motives, it's very difficult to pry secrets from them. I only managed to obtain the Telepathist formula when Hood Eugen went crazy. By the way, did you guys verify the authenticity of the formula?" Daxter hid his pride in his Sequence very well.
Klein smiled.
"It's real. When you need to advance, feel free to concoct the potion according to it. If Psychological Alchemy isn't able to provide you with the ingredients, we can help. Oh, how have you been recently?"
"Not bad. Other than being a little worried about Hood Eugen, you're completely relaxed. There aren't any signs of dissociative identity disorder. You've really helped me a lot on this matter," Daxter said with a sincere sigh.
Klein put on a humble expression and said,
"This is what I should do."
"Let's go back to our previous topic. Since you said that a Psychiatrist would carefully consider every word he said and wouldn't easily reveal secrets, why did Hood Eugen tell you that El was Lanevus? Was he hinting at something or reminding you of something? "
Daxter was stunned. After a long while, he furrowed his brows and said,
This is indeed very strange. I actually didn't notice it at all … But other than that, Hood Eugen didn't mention anything else … Could it be that his goal was for me to relay Lanevus's name to the higher-ups in the Society if anything were to happen to him?
"There are some problems with the current situation. After I reported Hood Eugen's insanity, there was indeed a contact person who came over. After I explained every detail in detail, including Lanevus's name, the higher-ups didn't respond. It was like throwing a stone into the ocean. Does this mean that they've guessed something?"
"It's a very reasonable deduction." Klein took out the demon hunting bullets and inserted them into the cylinder one by one. He then aimed at the target.
"Based on this deduction, Hood Eugen might have already predicted that he would really go crazy or die … And this has something to do with Lanevus? But if he had already predicted it, why didn't he seek help from the higher-ups? " Daxter's gaze was unfocused as he thought hard. "It's a pity that he's insane now. There's no way to communicate with him effectively."
"Perhaps a certain temptation made him choose to take the risk." Klein made a conjecture.
At the same time, he was also regretting that Hood Eugen had really become a mental patient. This caused many clues to disappear.
Sigh, even a dead person is better than a lunatic. I can use mediumship to make a dead person speak, but what about a lunatic? Ah, right, Madam Daly once tried to use mediumship to awaken my lost memories. The theory she used was from Psychological Alchemy … This means that I can use the mediumship ritual on a living person and create a scene of direct communication with the spirit … I wonder if Hood Eugen would still be insane under such a state …
It's a pity that I'm not professional enough in this field, so I probably won't be able to do it … Hmm, I'll first summon a messenger and write to Madam Daly to see what techniques she can provide. If she thinks that she's the only one who can do it, then I'll tell the Captain and get him to send a telegram to the Baekeland diocese to request for assistance …
I'm definitely not taking a detour just to learn some techniques and try out the ritual to summon a messenger …
Various thoughts flashed through Klein's mind, and he gradually came up with a solution to the problem.
Daxter agreed with his conjecture.
"Greed always makes people foolish. Even if you know that there's an abyss ahead, you still want to approach the boundary and take a peek."
This is called testing the waters crazily at the edge of death … Klein lampooned.
After some thought, he said, "After you return to the mental asylum, try your best to treat Hood Eugen. Try to keep him awake for a period of time and give him some hints.
"Also, don't hide your worries and anxiety. Contact the people from Psychological Alchemy more often and urge them to solve Hood Eugen's problem. That's the most normal and logical reaction."
Daxter nodded solemnly.
"I'll do my best."
Klein didn't say anything else as he deliberated and asked again, "What's the matter?
He deliberated for a moment before asking, "Has Hood Eugen's body shown any abnormalities recently? For example, dense scales growing on certain parts of his body. "
"Half-crazy," "true crazy," and "losing control" were the different descriptions for when a Beyonder experienced a problem. The milder ones would be a change in their worldview, as if they had become a different person, but they would still be able to think rationally and act normally. This was considered "half-crazy." The more serious ones would lose their logic, become chaotic, crazy, and difficult to communicate with. This was called "true crazy." The irredeemable ones would have their body and mind turn into a monster, completely losing control.
At certain times, if the problem wasn't resolved in time, the madness might lead to the point of losing control.
Previously, in order to not expose the informant lurking in Psychological Alchemy, Dunn had instructed the Nighthawks not to immediately control Hood Eugen. They switched to monitoring and investigating to prevent any accidents. However, if Hood Eugen showed signs of losing control, they had to deal with him decisively.
Daxter shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"No, you don't have to worry about that. I'm also afraid that Hood Eugen will lose control, so I won't miss a single detail. After all, I'm in the mental asylum six days a week."
The two of them chatted for a while more than ten minutes before leaving the shooting range.
Klein resisted the strong urge to sleep as he took the public carriage back to Daffodil Street.
He opened the door and saw his sister sitting on the sofa in the living room. She wasn't reading, nor was she fiddling with the mechanical parts or machinery. She was just staring blankly ahead, as if she had lost her soul.
He tapped his molars lightly and activated his Spirit Vision. Klein asked curiously,
"Melissa, did something happen?"
From the color of her aura, she seems healthy … She's not as malnourished as before …
Melissa retracted her gaze and pursed her lips. She glanced at the kitchen, where the sound had come from.
She said blankly, "Bella has been recommending her family's unique breakfast recipe. She said it's delicious, so I agreed to let her try it this morning."
"What recipe?" Klein had a bad feeling.
"Cook the leftovers from last night, then add water and bread …" Melissa repeated in a low and ethereal voice.
Th-this is the standard dark cuisine … Klein pinched his forehead.
"So?"
"We can't waste food …" Melissa bit her lip and nodded seriously.
Sis, I feel like you're doubting life … Klein cleared his throat and suppressed his laughter.
He asked, "Where's Baansen?"
"He's in the washroom." Melissa finally shook off her daze, and her eyes lit up again.
At that moment, there was the sound of flushing in the washroom on the first floor. Baansen came out with a newspaper in hand.
"Dear Klein, do you want breakfast?"
"No, I've already eaten." Klein shook his head firmly. He was glad that he had arranged to meet Daxter this morning. Otherwise, he wouldn't have gotten Roshan to bring breakfast in advance.
"What a pity. Otherwise, you would have changed your opinion of my culinary skills and become more confident," Baansen said in a self-deprecating manner.
At that moment, Melissa noticed something. She turned her eyes to look at Klein.
"You came back late today."
Sis, be more naive and lively. Don't worry all the time … You were in a good state just now! Klein smiled.
"I have good news."
"You passed the police department's assessment and can get an extra salary?" Melissa asked without much thought.
Baansen smiled and nodded in agreement.
"…" Klein held his hat and stood at the edge of the living room. He said in amusement, "How am I supposed to surprise you?"
Then, he coughed dryly and added, "Yes.
"Yes, my weekly salary has doubled."
He hid the four-pound increment and planned to save up for the future. After all, he couldn't just rely on the money in his anonymous account. Besides, the doubling was enough to scare his brother and sister.
"Six pounds?" Melissa blurted out, shocked and shocked.
"I really need to change my job." Baansen touched his hairline.
With the information provided by Klein, he had been studying hard on his own during this period of time.
Without waiting for Klein to speak, Melissa said happily,
"This way, after deducting the normal expenses, you'll be able to save enough money in two to three years to meet the minimum requirements for a gentleman to get married. Yes, the requirements were told to me by Elizabeth."
"…" Klein couldn't help but laugh. "That's something for a long time to come. Shouldn't we celebrate now? I hereby announce that from today onwards, our staple food will be white bread. After I'm done with my work, we'll go to different restaurants to taste good food. "
Melissa glanced at him and said as if she didn't hear anything,
"Baansen and I are going to Saint Selena Cathedral to attend Mass. Do you want to come?"
I praise the Goddess every day … Klein laughed.
"I have to catch up on my sleep."
He slept until half-past twelve. After having lunch with Baansen and Melissa, he continued his mission of investigating the house with the red chimney.
In the dead of night, he sealed his bedroom with his spirituality and prepared to try the messenger summoning ritual provided by the Spirit Guide Daly.
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