Klein had wanted to ask if Allen or his family had taken any unusual items, such as dirty ragdolls, before those unlucky incidents happened one after another.
But when the words were on the tip of his tongue, he suddenly felt that it was too direct. It could easily expose the fact that he had a good understanding of the mysterious domain. Although this could be explained by the fact that the great detective was very knowledgeable, there was no need to take this risk.
So, he changed to a more roundabout way and asked if Dr. Allen's family had also met with misfortune.
Hearing his question, Allen Chris carefully thought about it and said,
"No. Apart from encountering the steam train accident with me, they were the same as before. Most of the time, they were neither lucky nor unlucky. The rest of the time, they were both.
That's not right … If it's an item like the Misfortune Cloth Puppet that needs to be sealed, it will definitely affect everyone within a certain range … Could it be that Allen dripped his blood on it and established a stable connection? In Klein's Spirit Vision, Allen's aura and emotional color matched his physical and mental state. There was nothing special about him.
He deliberated and asked,
"Is there anyone as unlucky as you in the hospital where you work?"
"No, so I think I must have been cursed by someone." Allen tugged at his bow tie, looking rather anxious and uneasy.
Under Talim's curious gaze, Klein thought for a moment.
"Before you were unlucky, did you encounter anything strange, such as cutting yourself? In folklore, blood is a powerful medium for curses. "
"After I suspected that it was a curse, I confirmed it. In the past three months, I haven't bled." Allen pressed his knife and fork and replied with a heavy expression.
That's a little strange … It's not like I can do a complicated divination in front of them … Klein asked again,
"What about other strange things?"
"Allen, think about it carefully. There must be a reason for this. Have you offended anyone recently? Or have you become an obstacle to others? "Talim echoed with concern.
Allen looked down at the food on his plate and fell into deep thought. Klein didn't stay idle either. He finished the food before it became cold and unpalatable.
When he began to enjoy the dessert, Allen finally raised his head and said,
"I'm not a sociable person. I don't get along well with my colleagues, but it's hard to believe that they would think of a way to curse me."
"Hmm … After your reminder, I thought of something. It might be related to mysticism."
"What is it?" Klein and Talim perked up at the same time.
"Before my streak of bad luck, I was in charge of a patient. It was a child less than ten years old. He was very pitiful. Due to some problems, he needed to amputate his left leg." Allen pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and recalled, "I just became a father not long ago, and I'm always full of sympathy for my child's misfortune. Every time I check the ward, I'll chat with him, encourage him, and comfort him."
After a pause, Allen spoke more smoothly.
"I remember that it was the day before his surgery. I specially went to the ward to look for him. He was indeed rather uneasy and was playing tarot cards. This was something he brought with him when he was admitted to the hospital. He didn't even allow his family to take it away."
"In order to make him relax, I played tarot divination with him."
"At that time, I flipped over a card. It was the reversed Wheel of Fortune."
"That child looked at me and said with a pure and innocent smile."
"Doctor, your luck will turn for the worse."
"Doctor, your luck will turn for the worse …" Talim took a deep breath and said, "Why do I feel that such a scene and such words make my body feel a little cold … That child later died on the operating table?"
Allen shook his head and said, "The surgery was very successful.
"That surgery was very successful. Not long after, he was discharged from the hospital. He even thanked me."
"That's why I've never doubted this matter. But now that I think about it, I realize that this is the only time I've come into contact with an item involving mysticism in the past two months. No matter what, whether it's useful or not, tarot cards are ultimately used for divination."
At some point in time, a brass coin had appeared in Klein's hand. It was jumping and rolling at his fingertips, as though symbolizing the analysis process of a famous detective.
The coin bounced up and fell into his palm. Klein glanced at it from the corner of his eye and ended his "thought."
"What's the child's name? Where does he live? "
Allen answered without hesitation, "His name is Will Auceptin.
"His name is Will Auceptin. As for where he lives, I don't remember."
"Mr. Detective, what's your suggestion?"
"Do you know any experts in mysticism?"
Klein drank a mouthful of black tea and smiled under Allen and Talim's expectant gazes.
"My suggestion is to go to the cathedral of the deity you believe in and describe your recent misfortune to the bishop. Then, ask him if he has a solution. Allen, I remember that you're, uh, a believer of the Evernight Goddess, right?"
He almost called out the Goddess, but thankfully, he remembered in time that his current identity was that of a detective who believed in the God of Steam and Machinery.
"But my prayers to the Goddess, my participation in Mass, and my donations of money and items were all useless. I think we still need to find some capable fortune-tellers." Allen didn't agree with Detective Moriarty's suggestion.
Talim nodded in agreement.
"That's right. The deities don't care if you're lucky or unlucky. Being lucky is a blessing, and being unlucky is a test."
My friend, your faith isn't pious. Be careful that the Lord of Storms strikes you with lightning … Klein looked at the two of them and smiled.
"This suggestion is based on very simple logic."
"If, and I'm saying if, there's really a useful and effective mysticism in this World, then the ones who are best at it are definitely the seven orthodox Churches. Otherwise, they would have long been replaced by other factions that have grasped mysticism."
"If there's no such thing as true mysticism, then finding a fortune-teller or a witch doctor won't help me in any way. I might as well see if a bishop with a higher status has any solutions."
Allen carefully analyzed the situation and finally nodded.
"That makes sense."
"Perhaps I need the bishop to help me convey the message so that the Goddess will protect me."
No, to be precise, the Nighthawks will only notice your abnormality with the bishop's message … Klein retorted inwardly.
He had no intention of helping Allen, because to solve the problem of his luck, apart from finding the root of everything, he definitely had to set up a certain ritual.
Ignoring the fact that Klein didn't know the true luck enhancement ritual, even if he did, he would expose the fact that he had Beyonder powers in front of unfamiliar people because of the ritual. It would increase the risk for no reason.
Since I can get the Nighthawks to do it, there's no need for me to do it myself … I just don't know if the problem comes from the boy or the tarot cards in his hand. If it's the latter, then it might be a Sealed Artifact that's rather suitable for me. What a pity … Klein shook his head silently, suppressing the greed and other emotions that surged to the bottom of his heart.
At this moment, Allen had already made up his mind. Looking at Klein, he smirked and said, "Thank you, Mr. Moriarty.
"Thank you, Mr. Moriarty. Although you don't know much about mysticism, you relied on strict logic to give the best suggestion."
Yes, I don't know mysticism … Klein smiled.
"Just call me Sherlock. Allen."
Hmm, ever since I'm no longer a Nighthawk, the composition of my mysticism knowledge has become stranger and stranger. On one hand, I've grasped many secrets related to High-Sequence deities, and on the other hand, I only know relatively basic ritualistic magic. For the more complicated ones, I only know sacrificial and bestowment rituals. As for charms, I've been stuck at three types for a long period of time … Klein sighed inwardly, feeling that he urgently needed a more comprehensive and in-depth book on mysticism.
As for being able to separate the knowledge of an evil god's mental corruption from a Beyonder characteristic, he didn't have any clues at the moment.
…
After a short lunch break at the club, Klein took a public carriage and arrived at the Rice Circus near the Tussock River in Cherwood Borough.
It wasn't a festival, nor was it a holiday. There weren't many guests in the circus, and the clowns who were in charge of entertaining and amusing the crowd appeared listless.
After passing through the Divination Hut and the tents that sold pies, pancakes, fruit pies, and alcoholic beverages, Klein walked along the periphery of the circus and found a small theater. The blackboard at the entrance stated that there would be four performances a day, each one an hour, during non-holidays.
The first performance in the afternoon was at two o 'clock, and it had just begun.
After buying a ticket, Klein entered the theater and heard cheers.
At that moment, a beast tamer was on the stage with a whip in hand, ordering a black bear to perform in a charmingly naive manner. Beside him was a tiger with yellow and black stripes, and sitting on it was a baboon with deep curly fur.
Pa!
As the beast tamer lashed out with his whip, the black bear clumsily somersaulted.
"I say, this fellow wanted to slap you just now!" At the front of the rows of seats, someone suddenly shouted loudly, immediately drawing laughter from the small number of audience members in the venue.
They thought that this was a new way for the circus to amuse people.
However, Klein didn't think so, because he realized that the beast tamer's emotional colors were leaning toward anger and annoyance.
He smiled, walked to the first row, and sat down to enjoy the performance on the stage so that he wouldn't feel guilty for the tickets.
At that moment, the person who had just spoken shouted again, "That tiger wants to bite your neck off.
"That tiger wants to bite off your neck, and that curly-haired baboon wants to grab you and use you as a cushion!"
Amidst the laughter of the audience, the beast tamer's actions clearly stiffened.
This … Although those words sound like they're trying to cause trouble, why do I hear a hint of warning in them … Klein turned his head to look at the person who had spoken in the same row as him and realized that it was a round-faced man in his thirties.
This tone, this method … is a little familiar … Klein muttered silently.
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