Mr. Jims was so frightened that he almost stood up. Shade hurriedly comforted him:
"Don't worry, I have a gun permit."
As he spoke, he actually took out his ID.
"Detective, do you think this is what I care about?"
Mr. Jims asked in horror, and then looked at Dr. Schneider, but the doctor shrugged:
"He was actually legally carrying a gun."
Shade had already taken out a bullet at this time, put it in his palm and motioned for Mr. Jims to check:
"Look, these are real bullets."
He opened the wheel of the [Gun of Kindness] and asked Mr. Jims to confirm that there was nothing in the six bullet chambers. Then, Shade pressed the bullet into one of the bullet chambers, and then clicked the wheel
Return to the position. Turn the wheel at will to rotate until none of the three can confirm the position of the bullet just now.
Pressing down the hammer with his thumb, Shade put the revolver on the table and pushed it to Mr. Jims who was standing aside.
The thin middle-aged man looked at Shade as if he were a madman:
"Detective, I just want to treat my mental illness. I don't mean that if the illness is not cured, it will only affect my quality of life. But if I am unlucky and fire the right gun, I will lose my life."
"So, this is what it really means, putting yourself in danger. You have a five-sixth chance that nothing will happen to you, but the moment you pull the trigger, you feel like you are about to die, and the memories of the past come flooding back to you.
The feeling may be able to wash away the illusion of facing a fatal crisis at any time.”
Shade said, Mr. Jims was really moved for a moment, but immediately shook his head:
"Oh, I must be really crazy, and I was almost persuaded by you. Detective, I admit that your statement has some truth, but this is too risky. No, I will never do this."
"Xia De, it is better to be more conservative in the treatment methods."
Doctor Schneider also said cautiously that he actually knew which gun Shade was carrying.
"Oh well."
Shade reached out and picked up the gun on the table. Because it was already ready for activation, Mr. Jims, who was sitting opposite him, carefully avoided the muzzle of the gun.
"Detective, be careful of fire!"
Mr. Jims carefully leaned back.
"My gun won't go off."
As Shade spoke, he pointed the gun at his chest.
Click~
The moment he pulled the trigger, Mr. Jims' body trembled visibly, and he immediately realized that the detective was very lucky.
"Oh, Dr. Schneider, your detective friend. I admit this method sounds very effective, but for the sake of my heart, Detective, put the gun away. No, please wait."
The middle-aged man took a deep breath and actually stretched out his hand to Shade. Shade raised his eyebrows in surprise and put the gun into his hand. Mr. Jims pressed down the battering ram, and then pointed the muzzle of the gun at the back of his left hand.
"This is courage."
Dr. Schneider admired softly from the side.
The accountant took a few more deep breaths, then closed his eyes and tilted his head to the right, and finally aimed at the back of his hand and pulled the trigger.
Click~
The bullet also failed to fire, and Mr. Jims, who was panting heavily, opened his eyes and actually had a smile on his face:
"This, this is really interesting."
He handed the pistol to Shade, and Shade noticed that his hands were sweating.
"Do you still feel like you're in danger?"
Dr. Schneider immediately asked dutifully.
"Yes."
Mr. Jims said, picked up the wine glass, took a big sip, and emphasized:
"Although I still feel that there is a lot of danger, the detective's suggestion is effective, and the sense of danger is obviously much less."
Shade did not comment. As he took the pistol back, he touched Mr. Jims' hand and found that there were very faint traces of the miraculous element on the other man's body. The traces were almost imperceptible, and were probably similar to those he had just walked out of the church.
"Which god do you believe in?"
Shade asked as he put the gun back into his bag. Mr. Jims actually hesitated for a moment, and then said softly:
"Oak God, [White Holy Tree]."
"Um?"
Dr. Schneider showed a surprised expression, and Shade also frowned slightly.
Now in the Sixth Era, although most mortals in the material world believe in the five righteous gods, and a small number of mortals believe in evil gods, there do exist a very small number of groups who still believe in the old gods who have left. The number of these groups
There are very few, and these people basically do not take the initiative to expose their beliefs.
The [White Holy Tree] mentioned by Mr. Jims is an old god who is not well known. In addition to being called the "Oak God", it is also known as the "Lucky Tree". It is said that it can bring good things to people.
transport.
"Mr. Jims, why didn't you tell me this?"
Dr. Schneider put down his pen and asked with a serious expression.
"This shouldn't have anything to do with my problem, right?"
Mr. Jims asked rhetorically.
"But"
"Mr. Jims, is this a family belief?"
Shade interrupted the doctor, so the doctor did not ask any more questions. He could see that Shade seemed to have seen something.
"Yes, my father, grandfather, and great-grandfather have always believed in the great one."
Mr. Jims said piously and drew a tree-shaped holy symbol on his chest.
"Do you have any sacred objects inherited from your family? For example, a holy symbol or a statue of a god?"
Shade continued to ask, and Mr. Jims hesitated, obviously not wanting to say anything. But since he hesitated to speak, it itself meant the answer.
This matter is most likely not a psychological problem, but the extraordinary items related to the old god [White Holy Tree] inherited by Mr. Jims' family, reminding him that he will really encounter a fatal danger recently.
Although the gods have departed, magical items containing the power of the old gods may still be effective even if they do not transform into relics. As for why it suddenly became effective in Mr. Jims's generation, that item probably also
On the verge of total destruction, this is the last resort.
"The Old God [White Holy Tree] is also known as the Lucky Tree. In other words, that item has a glimpse of destiny. Mr. Jims will really encounter a fatal crisis in the near future. The sense of crisis is getting stronger and stronger, which means
The danger is getting closer and closer."
Shade was thinking in his mind, and Dr. Schneider on the side suddenly raised his hand and waved it in front of Mr. Jims. The middle-aged man's eyes immediately became dazed, and then he closed his eyes and lay on the table.
"He fell asleep temporarily."
The doctor said that the three of them were in a remote corner, and no one was paying attention. He lowered his voice and asked:
"Mr. Jims has something special on him?"
"It's not on you, it should be in your luggage."
Otherwise, Shade would have sensed it long ago:
"That item is not important. The problem now is, doctor, your patient may really be in fatal danger recently, but we don't know the specific time."
Dr. Schneider nodded slowly and picked up his wine glass with some annoyance:
"I'm just his psychiatrist, not his bodyguard. I can't always protect him by his side. If your analysis is correct, then no one can help him. He can only face his upcoming fate by himself."
Both of them closed their mouths and looked at the middle-aged man who was sleeping on the table. What the ring warlock can fight against is the immediate danger, and there is no good way for them to deal with unknown dangers in the future.
"However, since it is a danger detected by a suspected magical item, there is a high probability that it is also related to the mystery."
The doctor added that he had more experience than the outsider who had only been a ring magician for half a year:
"In my opinion, there is a high probability that this gentleman will die in the future due to an incident where the relics got out of control."
"Then we can't help him even more. I met a man at Fort Midhill in the autumn who was predicted to die of a brain disease during the first snowfall. In the end, in order to avoid his fate, the guy actually bumped into me.
I learned a long time ago that if you try to play with fate, you will definitely be tricked by fate."
Shade said categorically, because he had received an impressive lesson. The doctor sighed helplessly. If they could help him, both Shade and Doctor Schneider were willing to lend a helping hand. But the problem now is that they are powerless.
"Let me charge less for medical treatment."
The blue-eyed psychiatrist finally concluded:
"May the God he believes in protect him. Sometimes, people really shouldn't know their fate in advance."
Shade sighed and said nothing more. The doctor was going to perform a short period of rapid dreaming to modify Mr. Jims' memory before he fell asleep to prevent him from seeing the clues. Afterwards, they would check whether there was anything in the room where Mr. Jims lived.
What, but even if a magical item with the power of the old gods is really found, it will not help to resolve the danger that Mr. Jims will face.
It is very simple for ordinary people to fall asleep. There are materials in the doctor's briefcase. With a little arrangement, it can be completed in a few minutes.
While the doctor was preparing, Shade held the wine glass and looked in the direction of the stairs to prevent anyone from noticing what was happening here.
But it was such a coincidence that the doctor had just started to prepare, and two people actually walked up to the stairs on the second floor where no one had come for half an hour.
One of them was wearing a turban and had dark skin. He was the leader of the local correspondence circulatory group at Serkses Higher Medical School, Mr. Alan Madison. Following him upstairs was a young girl.
, wearing a floral skirt, with her long pale blond hair simply tied up and hanging down her head.
Shade had never seen that face before. He originally thought it was another local correspondence ring magician from Serkeses Higher Medical School, but then he realized:
"Isn't that"
【Marguerite Anjou】
Shade and Dr. Schneider were sitting in a very remote corner. They could be seen from the stairs. However, the two people who climbed to the second floor did not notice Shade and the others immediately.
In addition to the poor lighting, it was also because after Mr. Madison and Princess Margaret arrived on the second floor, they walked to the other side of the second floor and looked at the middle-aged man sitting alone at the table drinking.
woman.
Shade looked at the woman again, and then saw the woman take off her own head, take out the peanut stuck in her throat, then put the head back on her neck and continue to sit and drink alone.
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ps: There is so little said in these chapters. Is the story boring? (face covering)