Sir Deweyville's bedroom was bigger than Klein's living room and dining room. It was made up of a bed, a living area, a changing area, a bathroom area, a bookshelf, and a desk. The furnishings were exquisite and extravagant.
However, Klein felt that the room was dark and the temperature was at least 50% lower than outside.
At the same time, he seemed to hear sobs and moans that sounded like they were on their deathbed.
Klein was in a daze, but everything returned to normal. Bright sunlight shone through the window, illuminating the entire bedroom. The temperature was neither too high nor too low. The surrounding policemen, bodyguards, and butler were silent.
This … He turned his head to look at the classical and gorgeous bed. He saw pairs of blurry eyes hovering in the shadows, like fearless moths beside a gas lamp.
After taking a few steps closer, Klein's Spirit Vision lost the scene he had just seen.
It's not a standard vengeful spirit, much less an evil spirit … What could it be? Klein frowned as he recalled the mysticism knowledge he had recently gained.
From his point of view, it wouldn't be difficult to hand the mission to a Corpse Collector, a Gravedigger, or a Spirit Medium. However, this was clearly not his area of expertise.
Resisting the urge to divine the direction of the investigation, Klein slowly looked around, searching for other clues to confirm his guesses.
"Sir, Inspector," Sir Deweyville hesitated, "did you discover anything?"
"If it were that easy, I don't think my colleagues would have waited until now," Klein said as he subconsciously glanced at the philanthropist.
Just as he was about to retract his gaze, he suddenly saw a pale figure reflected in the mirror behind Sir Deweyville.
No, it was more like overlapping, twisting white silhouettes!
The figure disappeared in a flash, and Klein seemed to hear faint sobs again.
Phew … He exhaled, relieving the fear that had nearly made him pull out his gun.
With my spiritual perception enhanced and my Spirit Vision activated, it's only a matter of time before I go crazy from fright … Klein lampooned himself to relieve the tension in his body before casting his gaze back at Sir Deweyville.
This time, he saw something different.
Pale, distorted shadows flashed around Sir Deweyville from time to time, causing the light in that area to dim slightly.
And every time it appeared, it would be accompanied by illusory cries and moans that normal people would find hard to hear.
Normal people find it hard to hear? Was it because it was daytime? Klein nodded thoughtfully.
He had formed a preliminary judgment of the case.
What haunted Sir Deweyville was resentment. It was a remnant of spirituality formed from the most unforgettable emotions a human could have before death!
If this kind of resentment and remnant were to accumulate for a period of time and become several times stronger, it would become a terrifying evil spirit.
However, Sir Deweyville was a famous philanthropist. Even a person as picky as Baansen treated him with great respect. Why would he be plagued by so many "death resentment"? Duplicity? The means of a Beyonder with ill intentions? Klein was puzzled as he speculated about the possibilities.
He thought for a moment and looked at Deweyville.
"Sir, I have a few questions."
"Please speak." Deweyville sat down, exhausted and weak.
Klein organized his words.
"When you leave this place and go to a new place, such as the countryside or Baekeland, do you get at least a short period of peace for the middle of the night? Then, the situation slowly gets worse and worse until you can still hear moaning and crying when you sleep during the day?"
Daweyville's half-closed eyes widened in an instant. His blue eyes glowed brightly.
"Yes, have you found the root of the matter?"
Only then did he realize that due to his long-term insomnia and poor mental state, he had forgotten to tell the police such an important clue!
Inspector Tolle secretly heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that Klein's question had been answered. He knew that the Nighthawks had found a clue.
Officer Gate, on the other hand, was surprised and curious. He couldn't help but scrutinize the psychologist, Klein.
This is in line with the characteristic of resentment gradually entangling and gathering bit by bit … Klein basically confirmed his answer after receiving the feedback.
And now, he had two ways to help Sir Deweyville get rid of his problems. One was to set up an altar around him and use ritualistic magic to completely remove the "resentment of death." The other was to use other mysticism methods to find the root of the problem and solve the problem at its root.
Considering the rule of not letting ordinary people know of the existence of Beyonder powers, Klein decided to try the second method first. If it didn't work, he would pray to the Goddess.
"Sir, you are suffering from a mental illness, a mental problem." He looked at Deweyville and spoke nonsense in a serious manner.
Sir Deweyville frowned and countered with a question.
"Are you implying that I'm a mental patient and need to go to a mental asylum?"
"No, it's not that serious. In fact, most people have some sort of mental or mental problem." Klein comforted him. "Please allow me to reintroduce myself. I'm a psychologist from the Awwa County Police Department."
"A psychologist?" Deweyville and his butler looked at the familiar face, Inspector Tolle.
Tolle nodded solemnly, indicating that it was indeed the case.
"Okay, then what do I need to do to cooperate with the treatment? Besides, I don't understand why my butler, bodyguard, and servant could hear the cries and moans … "Daver gripped his cane with both hands, looking puzzled.
Klein answered in a professional manner, "That's right.
"I'll explain it to you afterwards."
"Please ask your butler, your servants, and your bodyguards to leave. Inspector Tolle, Sergeant Gate, please leave as well. I need a quiet environment for the initial treatment."
"Heal" him with magic … Inspector Tolle silently added as he nodded at Sir Deweyville.
Deweyville was silent for a dozen seconds.
"Cullen, take them to the living room on the second floor."
"Yes, sir." Butler Cullen did not argue, because the person who made the request was a regular police officer, a probationary inspector, and a psychologist.
After watching them leave and close the door, Klein looked at the dark-blond, blue-eyed Deweyville.
"Sir, please lie on the bed, relax, and try to fall asleep."
"… Alright." Deweyville hung his coat and hat on the rack, walked slowly to the bed, and lay down.
Klein drew all the curtains, turning the room dark.
He took off the pendant and quickly used a spirit pendulum to make a simple judgment. Then, he sat on a rocking chair near the end of the bed, outlined the light sphere, and entered Cogitation, allowing the spirituality of the World to appear before him.
Right on the heels of that, he leaned back into the chair and fell into a deep sleep, allowing his Astral Projection to make contact with the outside world.
He was using the technique of dream divination, allowing himself to "communicate" with the vengeful thoughts that plagued Sir Deweyville in a spiritual environment that resembled a dream.
Only by communicating could he obtain an answer and resolve the problem!
Sob sob sob!
Sorrowful cries reverberated in Klein's ears as he "saw" transparent white figures appear around him.
Groan. Groan. Groan. Painful groans sounded as Klein, who had barely regained his ability to think, reached out his right hand and touched one of them.
Suddenly, the figures turned into moths flying into a flame as they threw themselves at him one after another.
Klein's vision turned blurry as his head felt like it had been split into two. Half of it was calmly examining itself, while the other half saw a mirror.
In the mirror was a strong young girl dressed like a worker. She was walking in a dusty factory, her head throbbing with pain.
Her vision turned blurry at times, and her body became thinner by the day.
She fancied she heard some one calling her Charlotte, and saying that she was suffering from general hysteria.
Hysteria? She looked into the mirror and saw a faint blue line on her gums.
…
The "camera" turned, and Klein seemed to see a girl named Mary again.
She was also walking in a lead factory, young and lively.
Suddenly, one side of her face began to twitch, followed by her arm and leg on the same side.
"You're suffering from epilepsy," she heard someone say as her body convulsed.
She convulsed and collapsed, becoming more and more intense until she lost consciousness.
…
It was another girl. She was sulking and wandering around the streets like an idiot. She even had a language barrier.
Her headache was very bad, her gums had blue lines, and she would twitch from time to time.
She met a doctor, who said,
"Lafferty, you're affected by lead."
The doctor looked at her pitifully, watching her convulse again, several times in a row, watching her eyes lose all light.
…
Images appeared in Klein's mind. Half of him was immersed in them, and the other half was observing calmly.
Suddenly, he understood what had happened to these girls.
They were female workers who had been exposed to lead white and dust for a long time. They died of lead poisoning.
Coincidentally, Sir Deweyville owned a lead factory and two ceramic factories. All of them employed relatively cheap female workers!
Klein "watched" everything in silence. He felt that there was only one thing that he had not figured out.
Such Death Vengeance was negligible. Even if it accumulated, it was impossible for it to affect reality or Deweyville.
Unless, unless there was a stronger and more persistent resentment that turned them into one.
Just then, he "saw" another girl.
The girl was no more than eighteen years old and was glazing porcelain in the factory.
"Hayley, how have you been recently? Do you feel any headaches? If it's serious, remember to tell me. Sir Deweyville has stipulated that people with severe headaches are not allowed to come into contact with lead. They have to leave the factory, "an elderly lady said with concern.
Hayley touched her forehead and replied with a smile, "That's right.
"A little bit. It's okay."
"Then tell me tomorrow if it's serious," the older woman urged.
Hayley agreed. When she got home, she pressed her forehead from time to time.
She saw her parents and brothers coming back from outside, and saw their faces full of sorrow.
"Your father and brother lost their jobs …" her mother said, wiping away her tears.
Her father and brother lowered their heads and whispered,
"We'll find something to do at the docks."
"But we don't even have money for bread the day after tomorrow … Maybe we have to move to the innermost part of Lower Street …" Hayley's mother looked at her with red eyes. "When can you get your salary? It's 10 soli, right? "
Hayley pinched her forehead again.
"Yes, Saturday. Saturday."
She didn't say anything else and was as quiet as usual. The next day, she returned to the factory and told her supervisor that her headache was gone.
She smiled. Every day, she walked five kilometers to work and another five kilometers home. She rubbed her head more and more frequently.
"Haven't you found a job yet?" Hayley looked at the black bread boiling in the soup and couldn't help but ask her father and brother.
Her father said in distress, "The economy has been bad recently.
Many places are retrenching. Even the docks are working one day and resting the next. They only get three soli and seven pence a week. "
Hayley sighed and didn't say anything else. She was as quiet as ever, but she hid her suddenly convulsing left hand behind her back.
The next day, she walked to work again. The sun was shining brightly, and the number of people on the streets gradually increased.
Suddenly, she convulsed. Her entire body was convulsing.
She collapsed to the side of the road, foaming at the mouth.
She looked at the sky, and her vision began to blur. She saw people coming and going, people approaching, a carriage passing by, and the white dove coat of arms of the Deweyville family spreading its wings.
She tried her best to open her mouth, but no sound came out.
Therefore, she didn't say anything and was as quiet as usual.
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