Baekeland, East Borough, in a two-bedroom apartment.
A few policemen in black and white checkered uniforms followed the landlord in as they covered their mouths with their hands.
There was a strong smell of blood inside!
"Officer, I'm not sure what happened either. Other tenants said that there was a lot of blood flowing here. They could smell it through the walls and the door." The landlord in the silk top hat looked around timidly, unwilling to stay in the room for another second.
The black-haired, blue-eyed inspector waved his hand and said, "Wait at the door.
"Wait at the door. I still have something to ask you."
As he spoke, he put on his white gloves and cast his gaze at the bedroom's wooden door.
However, he wasn't in a hurry to enter. He slowly surveyed the area and took in the surroundings.
There was a pile of coal, a cupboard that stored cutlery and ingredients, a small stove, a cleanly cleaned iron pot, a slightly greasy table, two round stools that had fallen to the ground, two slanted armchairs, a few glass bottles filled with unknown powder, and a stack of tarot cards that had been scattered.
"A mysticism enthusiast with an ordinary financial situation?" The black-haired, blue-eyed inspector nodded slightly and made a judgment. Then, he signaled for one of his subordinates to open the bedroom door.
With a creak, more of the smell of blood surged out.
The policeman who opened the door looked in and let out a short scream as he took a few steps back.
The inspector frowned slightly and pressed down on the retreating policeman's shoulder. He crossed the obstacle and approached the bedroom.
His gaze swept the area as his expression immediately changed.
In the bedroom, a man was lying on the wooden bed. His hands were tied to the railing above his head.
He wasn't wearing any clothes, and his body was covered in thin and deep wounds. His blood had long drained, dyeing the bedsheets and the blanket beside him dark red.
At a cursory glance, the deceased looked like he had been tightly bound by iron wires. They had torn through his skin and flesh and dug into his bones.
Such a scene still had a powerful impact on the policemen who had seen many murder scenes. It also had a sense of ritual wickedness.
Just as the inspector was about to say something, two people suddenly rushed into the room. One attempted to take pictures, and the other threw out a series of questions.
"Is it another murder case?
"Have there been many murders in East Borough recently?
"Officer, do you think it's a serial killer?"
The black-haired, blue-eyed inspector's frown deepened. He waved his hand and said,
"Do not destroy the scene, or I will treat you as the criminal's accomplices."
He then said to the police officer from before,
"Kalis, ask the two reporters to leave. Tell them to contact the press office of Sivellaus Yard if they have any questions."
After the reporters were escorted out of the crime scene, the inspector let out a long sigh.
"It's going to be in the papers again. Damn it!"
…
In Queens, Earl Hall's luxurious villa.
"There's another murder case in the East District. The victim is suspected to have been abused before her death …" Audrey, who had finished her dinner, casually flipped through the Baekeland Evening News in the living room.
Hearing his daughter's whisper, Earl Hall shook his head and sighed.
"This isn't news in East Borough. Statistics show that there are people dying there every day. There's more than one."
Audrey didn't pay much attention to the matter. After chatting with her father, mother, and brother for a while, she returned to her room with Susie.
The man and dog had a tacit understanding. Without any verbal communication, the latter stood guard at the door as a guard. As for Audrey, she locked the door, sat by the bed, and silently recited Mr. Fool's honorific name.
After waiting for a few seconds, a crimson light surged out in front of her, drowning everything.
Audrey arrived above the gray fog and arrived at the magnificent and ancient palace.
She then saw a small room to the side. The mottled door was slightly closed and hadn't been closed.
It's much better than the ancient confessional from the last treatment … However, this doesn't match Mr. World's character. Has his mental state changed? Audrey entered the room in thought and closed the mottled door.
She had previously performed a follow-up on The World's German Sparrow and concluded that he had recovered. To her surprise, she suddenly received a request for another round of treatment today.
This made her a little surprised, but also a little curious.
In the rather spacious and dark room, Audrey leaned against the wall where there was obviously someone behind her. She slowly lowered her body and sat on her knees.
In the calm and tranquil atmosphere, she adjusted her state of mind and said briskly,
"Good evening, Mr. World ~"
Before he finished his sentence, Audrey's spiritual intuition had already sensed the situation on the surface of the other party's Body of Heart and Mind. In layman's terms, emotions, or rather, mood.
Gloomy, depressed, lost, depressed, uninterested in anything … Mr. World's problem this time is completely different from the last time … What did he encounter this time? Audrey bit her lip and calmly made a judgment. She used Placate at the right time.
This was one of the most useful powers of a Psychiatrist. In ancient times, it was called "psychoanalysis."
The "dark clouds" that had accumulated behind the wall dissipated significantly. German Sparrow finally said in a hoarse voice, "Good evening, Miss Justice."
"Good evening, Miss Justice."
Audrey, who was leaning against the wall, thought for a moment and canceled her original plan. She maintained her brisk tone from before.
She maintained her brisk tone and said, "I'm very curious about what you've been through recently.
"Don't think about anything else. Let's have a chat first, like friends.
"If you're interested in my life, I'm also willing to share some interesting things."
On the other side of the wall, German Sparrow fell silent.
Instead of answering, he asked, "What are your hopes for the future?"
Audrey's eyes darted around slightly as she replied seriously, "That's right.
"Improve myself and work hard to become a Demigod so that I can better protect Papa, Mama, and Brothers.
"Hmm, I've been following the staff of the foundation to visit a few applicants for the bursary foundation. Their living conditions are really beyond my imagination. Although I've read some reports and was mentally prepared for this, I was still greatly shocked when I saw it for myself. There was a girl who was only a few years younger than me, but she was very skinny and short. She didn't have enough to eat every day and only had two very tattered dresses. When she said that she wanted to study, her eyes were very pure and full of pleading. I can't forget it until today …"
As she spoke, Audrey keenly sensed that German Sparrow's mental state had changed a little. It was no longer like a completely still lake, with some ripples and undulations.
After some deliberation, this Psychiatrist acted as though he didn't notice anything as he continued, "I once looked forward to a beautiful marriage.
"I used to look forward to a beautiful marriage, hoping that my 'prince' would come as described in those popular novels. However, after becoming a 'Spectator,' I realized that it would be difficult for me to fulfill this dream. I can always read the true thoughts of those men and see through their lies one after another, confirming that many people are not as perfect as I thought they were. This makes me a little disappointed. Hmm, maybe in a few more years, I will learn to appreciate other people's flaws, but it's really difficult for me to do so now …"
Seeing that Gehrman Sparrow, who was only separated by a wall and had his back to her, was finally in the mood to laugh, Audrey released another Placate in a timely manner. Then, she heard him ask, "What's the matter?
Then, she heard him ask, "You once obtained information about the dragons from Sun, so you should have a certain understanding of the Dragon of Imagination.
"If, and I'm saying if, you discover that your father, mother, and brothers were all imagined by Kings of Angels of the Spectator pathway and don't actually exist, how would you react?"
He'll definitely break down on the spot or even lose control … Mr. World has discovered that his main expectations or ultimate goal can never be realized, so he has a psychological problem? Audrey was first frightened by the German Sparrow's question, and then she realized where the essence of the problem lay.
She didn't answer. Instead, she asked,
"You seem to have witnessed the destruction of a hope."
"Heh." A self-deprecating laugh came from the wall behind Audrey. "Indeed, I once thought that I still had a family, but later I found out that it was just an extravagant hope."
"Why do you say that?" Audrey asked casually.
German Sparrow was silent for a few seconds.
"Have you heard of the fairy tales that Rosell The Great used as a home tutor?"
"This is my childhood memory." Audrey replied with an "En".
At the same time, she discovered that Mr. World's emotions were clearly fluctuating on the other side of the wall. The repressed pain was surging out.
This time, Audrey didn't use Placate. Her spiritual intuition and professional knowledge told her that he needed to vent.
"Then you should know the story of Sleeping Beauty and the Prince." German Sparrow said in a hoarse voice, "There was such a person who also fell into a deep slumber until he suddenly woke up one day … He believed that his family was still around. He worked hard to improve himself, hoping to find them one day. This became the main meaning of his life. In the end, he realized that he had been sleeping for at least three hundred years, or even more than a thousand years. Everything he had could no longer be found …"
The intense pain and confusion was so clear in Audrey's senses that she instantly came to a realization.
The gloomy, repressed, experienced, and ruthless Mr. World also has his own goals and the meaning of his existence!
This is in line with his gentle heart … How pitiful … Although he was just using a fairy tale as an example, the emotional reaction he had when he said certain words was real … When he mentioned "slumber," "family," "three hundred years," "a thousand years," "even longer," and "can no longer be found," his pain was clearly greater … This means that he's an ancient person who has survived to this day because of a particular encounter? This matches with Mr. Fool being an awakened ancient god. It's no wonder he was able to become a Blessed … Audrey quickly grasped the crux of the matter.
She pursed her lips and pondered for a moment.
"Did his family leave any messages? Did they say what they wanted him to do after he woke up? "
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