"Mass hysteria?" Sir Deweyville, who had interacted with many psychiatrists recently, ruminated over the term Klein had given him.
His butler, bodyguards, and servants didn't make a sound without his permission, no matter how curious they were.
Instead, it was Sergeant Gate who looked at Klein with a puzzled expression, as though he had never heard of such a concept before.
Klein controlled his habit of tapping the sofa's armrest and explained in a soothing voice, "Humans are creatures that are easily deceived by their own senses.
"Humans are creatures that are easily deceived by their own senses. Group hysteria is a psychological problem caused by mental tension and other factors affecting each other in the same group."
His string of professional terms left Sir Deweyville, Sergeant Gate, and the others confused. They subconsciously chose to believe him.
"Let me give you a simple example. This is a case I once handled. A gentleman held a banquet and invited a total of thirty-five guests. During the banquet, he suddenly felt nauseous and vomited on the spot. It was followed by severe diarrhea. Once, twice, thrice. He began to believe that he was suffering from food poisoning. As he headed to the hospital, he shared his guess with his guests.
"In the next two hours, more than thirty of the thirty-five guests had diarrhea and twenty-six vomited. They filled the emergency ward of the hospital.
"The doctors conducted a detailed examination and comparison and concluded that the gentleman wasn't poisoned. The cause was gastrointestinal inflammation caused by the change in the weather and the ice-cold alcohol.
"What was most surprising was that none of the guests who came to the hospital were poisoned. In fact, none of them were really sick.
"This is mass hysteria."
Deweyville nodded slightly and exclaimed, "I understand now.
Humans are indeed prone to deceiving themselves. It's no wonder Rosell The Great said that a lie repeated a hundred times would become the truth. "
"Sergeant, how should I address you? You are the most professional psychiatrist I've ever seen. "
"Inspector Moretti." Klein pointed at his epaulet. "Sir, your problem has been resolved. You can try to sleep now and let me confirm if there are any other problems. If you can have a good dream, please allow us to bid you farewell and not wait for you to wake up. "
"Alright." Deweyville rubbed his forehead, picked up his cane, and walked up the stairs to his bedroom.
Half an hour later, the carriage with the police coat of arms left the fountain in front of Lord Deweyville's door.
When Sergeant Gate got out of the car and returned to his station, Inspector Tolle looked at Klein and said half-jokingly and half-complimented, "Mr.
"I actually thought you were a real psychologist …"
He didn't finish his sentence because he saw that the young man in the black and white checkered uniform didn't show any expression. His eyes were dark and deep, and the corners of his mouth barely curled up.
"I've only come into contact with some before."
Inspector Toller was silent until the carriage stopped outside 36 Zouteland Street.
"Thank you for helping Sir Deweyville get rid of his troubles and regain his sleep." He extended his hand and shook Klein's. "Thank Dunn for me."
Klein nodded slightly.
"Alright."
He walked up the stairs and returned to the Blackthorn Security Company. He knocked on the door and entered the captain's office.
"Is it done?" Dunn was waiting for his lunch.
"It's done." Klein rubbed his forehead and said simply and truthfully, "The root of the problem lies in the lead and porcelain factories under Sir Deweyville's name. Ever since they were established, there have been too many deaths from lead poisoning. And every incident would result in Sir Deweyville receiving a bit of lingering spirituality that turned into resentment."
"Typically speaking, this wouldn't cause too much of a problem. At most, it would cause people to have nightmares." Dunn had dealt with similar cases before and was rather experienced.
Klein nodded slightly.
"Yes, that was how things were supposed to go, but unfortunately, Sir Deweyville met a female worker with lead poisoning on the streets. She happened to collapse by the side of the road and happened to see the Deweyville family coat of arms. At the same time, she felt a strong sense of indignation, worry, and desire. Only when Sir Deweyville gave her parents, brother, and sister a sum of 300 pounds did these emotions dissipate."
"This is a societal problem. In this era of steam and machinery, it's not uncommon." Dunn took out his pipe and took a whiff. He sighed and said, "Because the workers who make the flax will wet the materials and themselves, they will generally suffer from bronchitis and joint diseases. In a factory with heavy dust, even if there isn't any poisoning, it will still accumulate into lung problems … Phew, we don't have to talk about this. With the development of the kingdom, I believe that these problems will be solved. Klein, tonight, tonight, let's find a restaurant to celebrate you becoming an official member?"
Klein thought for a moment and said, "Tomorrow night … Captain.
"Tomorrow night … Captain, I've used my Spirit Vision for too long today, and I've also used dream divination to directly communicate with those vengeful spirits. I feel very tired. I wish to go home in the afternoon and have a good rest. Is that okay? Yes, I'll go to the Divination Club at four or five to observe the members' reactions to Hanass Vincent's sudden death. "
"No problem. That's only right." Dunn chuckled. "Then let's do it tomorrow night at the Old Weyville Restaurant. I'll get Roshan to reserve a table."
Klein stood up with his police cap and bowed.
"Thank you, Captain. See you tomorrow."
Dunn raised his hand and said, "Wait a minute.
Did you just say that Sir Deweyville gave that female worker's parents a sum of 300 pounds as compensation? "
"Yes." Klein nodded and understood why the Captain stopped him. "You're worried that they'll meet with misfortune because of this sum of money?"
Dunn sighed.
"I've seen such things happen many times. Give me their addresses. I'll get Kenley to arrange for them to leave Tingen and move to another city to start a new life."
"Alright," Klein replied in a deep voice.
After doing all this, he left Dunn's room and entered the lounge diagonally opposite. He changed into his formal attire and left his police uniform in his wardrobe.
Riding the public carriage, Klein silently returned to Daffodil Street. He took off his coat and hat, found the leftovers from the previous night, heated them up, and ate the last piece of oatmeal bread to fill his stomach.
Then, he climbed up to the second floor, hung up his clothes, and collapsed onto the bed.
When he woke up, his pocket watch showed that it was already ten past two in the afternoon. The sun was high in the sky, its rays shining through the clouds.
In the brilliant golden light, Klein stood beside the study table and looked out the oriel window. He watched the pedestrians in old and tattered clothes as they entered or left Iron Cross Street.
Phew … He slowly exhaled, finally shaking off his gloominess.
One had to take things one step at a time. One had to advance through the Sequence. Everything had to be like this.
He shook his head and sat down. He began to summarize and sort out his encounters from last week. He repeated the key points he had memorized so as to prevent himself from forgetting or missing anything.
2: 55 PM.
Above the blurry, boundless, greyish-white, and empty mist, a majestic temple stood tall, and an ancient, mottled bronze table was quietly placed on it.
On the high back chair at the head of the long table, there was already a man shrouded in a thick gray fog.
Klein leaned back in his chair and silently pondered for a moment. Suddenly, he extended his hand and tapped the crimson star that symbolized Justice and The Hanging Man.
...
Baekeland, Empress Borough.
Audrey lifted the hem of her dress and walked lightly to her bedroom.
Suddenly, she sensed something. She turned her head and looked into the shadows of the balcony. As expected, she saw the golden retriever, Susie, quietly sitting and watching.
Audrey sighed silently and drew a crimson moon on her chest. Then, she leaned over and looked down at the golden retriever.
"Susie, that's not right. You're peeping. A Spectator should watch openly from their own position."
The golden retriever looked up at her master and wagged her tail cooperatively.
After a few nagging words, Audrey did not dare to delay any further. She returned to her bedroom.
In the few seconds between opening and closing the door, she suddenly had a strange thought.
I wonder if Mr. Fool can let Susie enter that mysterious space. That way, we'll have four members in the Tarot! And they'll all be Beyonders!
No, Susie doesn't even know how to speak. If she were to express her opinions and exchange ideas, what would happen? Woof woof woof? Awoo? Awoo? Pui, why am I barking like a dog here …
Just imagining such a scene is very strange … A dog suddenly barking in a mysterious and serious gathering … Mr. Fool will definitely kick us out of the Tarot …
Audrey locked the door and sat on the edge of the bed. She took out an old yellowish-brown piece of paper from under her pillow.
She read it a few times and began to enter the state of a Spectator.
…
Somewhere in the Sonia Sea, the ancient sailboat that was pursuing the Listener had already left the Rorsted Archipelago.
Navigator Alger Wilson was worried that there would be an error with the mechanical wall clock, so he entered the captain's cabin half an hour ahead of time to prevent his subordinates from seeing anything unexpected.
In front of him was a glass of almost transparent liquor, and the rich fragrance seeped into his nostrils.
Thinking of the gathering that was about to begin, the endless gray fog that appeared in front of him in the hotel corridor, and the mysterious Fool sitting in the middle of the fog, Alger trembled slightly again.
He picked up the glass and drank it in one gulp, using the burning sensation in his throat to ease the feelings in his heart.
Soon, he regained his composure. He was still as calm and steady as ever.
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