Dorien pulled up the curtains, made the office feel drowsy, and then sat down.

He held the crystal ball in his left hand, touched the top of his right palm, touching it back and forth, and kept whispering in his mouth, as if he was whispering.

Gradually, the bright spots in the crystal ball became brighter and more obvious, just like the stars dropped a reflection at night.

Often used to determine the direction of fate, the stars that are often used to determine the trajectory of life appear one by one, forming a three-dimensional astrology, mixed with many spiritual revelations that are suspected to symbolic symbols.

Dorian Gray finally stopped and looked at it.

"No lying... the trajectory of things is indeed like this... She seems to be able to bring some changes to the Abraham family, optimistic changes..." The light of the crystal ball gradually faded, and Dorian stood up and had a decision in his heart.

At lunch, in the Four-Winged Bird Restaurant.

In front of Forth, a fish with fried fried and sprinkled with rosemary was placed. Its skin was crispy, the meat was delicious, without fine thorns, and it was quite delicious. The only problem was that the chef's aesthetic taste was very strange. He actually retained two bulging fish eyes and relied on the placing techniques to let them look up at the same time, as if they were telling their reluctance to death.

...Fols pushed down the fish head, cut off the fish tail, and covered the eye facing upwards.

At this time, Dorian Gray said inadvertently while moving his knife and fork:

"Anlisa likes occultism very much. She has some research on this. When you finally pack up her relics, did you see the corresponding books, notes or items?"

"There are some notes and books," Forth replied frankly, "I became a occultist for this, but unfortunately, I can't understand some of the content at all."

For example, the book "Seeing and Experience in the Spiritual Realm" is not only absurd, but also has a chaotic logic and a lack of meaning. Even if you can force yourself to read it and regularly soothe your anxiety, it is difficult to remember the contents in it. After reading it, you will forget it, let alone understand it... Fores added a sentence in his heart.

Dorian nodded slightly and laughed:

"Then you can ask me, I am also a occultist and relatively proficient in the kind."

"Really? That's great!" Fors said in cooperation.

Seeing that she was indeed interested, Dorian immediately guided the topic to mysticism, sometimes mentioning the spiritual world, and sometimes telling his own experience of meditation. He was prepared for a long time when he entered the restaurant, he deliberately chose a remote and quiet location, not afraid that the content of the two people's chats would be heard by the customers around him.

At the end of lunch, Dorian offered:

"I never knew how to express my gratitude. Now I finally don't have to worry about this problem. Haha, although Lawrence gave you compensation, I don't think it's enough to match your kindness, kindness and trustworthiness.

"Ms. Wall, you can write to me if you have any questions in the field of occultism. This is my insignificant thanks."

"This is exactly what I hope to get." Fors did not refuse.

From the communication just now, she could clearly see that Dorian Gray had solid and rich knowledge of mysticism and was worthy of being a member of the ancient Abraham family.

This aspect is also considered a weakness of Fors. Although she has mastered a lot of common sense from the extraordinary world, it all comes from several in-depth books and notes, as well as the scattered words she heard in various encounters at various parties. They are not comprehensive enough, not systematic, and have many flaws.

Hearing the other party's answer, Dorian raised his cup and smiled:

"I hope one day we can also have mysterious and extraordinary abilities."

…………

Beckland North District, St. Samuel Church.

A team of people wearing black windbreakers and red gloves entered the underground area. The leader was a man in his forties, with soft facial features and long hair on his temples.

He wore a flamboyant standard top hat and a gold-inlaid black staff, quietly followed behind the night watchman leading the way forward and entered a rather spacious room.

There were bookshelves in the room, with many files placed. A woman wearing a black robe, blue eyeshadow and blush, and a charming beauty sat leisurely on a high-back chair without getting up to greet her. It was Daly, the former "spiritor".

"Soster, there's all the information you need." Daly pointed at the table beside the door with her chin.

The middle-aged man known as Soster smiled and said:

"Daly, how could you be sent to guard here? You should be responsible for more important things."

"No, this is my own idea. I need to settle down and read more information." Daley laughed, "This is to move forward better. Human beings are fragile creatures that require a certain period of rest. No one can always be at the top of the peak and enjoy stimulation and pleasure all the time."

"...Your style has never changed, but unfortunately, you never give me a chance." Souther burst into laughter.

Daly shook her head seriously and said:

"Obviously, you don't know me. My hobbies are even more curious now. If you can turn yourself into a rotten corpse, or have naked white bones, then I will definitely be interested in you."

She turned to a "Red Glove" standing behind Soster: "Leonard, how could you choose to join his team? This guy is arrogant, arrogant and lacks courage. He always fantasizes that the lady he likes will take the initiative to lie on the bed and wait for him. To be honest, maybe this is the characteristic of the 'nightmare'?"

When talking about nightmare, Daly paused clearly.

Leonard responded helplessly:

"Ms. Daly, this is the arrangement of His Excellency Sesimma."

"That's it... it can be seen that you agree with my opinion of Soster." Daley gave the conclusion in a hint of hoarse voice.

...Leonard didn't know how to explain it for a moment.

Fortunately, the "requiem master" Soster did not care about Daly's statement. He walked to the table full of information, picked up a file to read it, and Leonard and others immediately surrounded him and imitated his own deacon.

As the sound of paper flipping for a long time, Soster asked casually:

"What's new happening in Beckland lately? What do you think is worth paying attention to."

Daly's eyes moved slightly, and she thought for a while and said:

"Several extraordinary people who work with us have sent news that many people have been looking for an organization that believes in the 'fool' and have given corresponding honorific names..."

After describing the name of "fool" in Ruen's words, she chuckled:

“I seem to have seen the birth of a brand new cult, of course, maybe the embodiment of an old friend.

"Soster, what do you think?"

Souther thought carefully and said:

"No, I've never heard of a similar organization."

At this moment, Leonard raised his head from the file and said in a pondering manner:

“Will this be related to the two tarot rituals we have tracked down?

"'Fool' is the beginning of the tarot card and the most important main card!"

Dai Li was stunned for a second, nodding thoughtfully:

"Your idea is very interesting..."

"But there is no evidence of this, it is pure speculation and cannot even be considered a reasoning." Soster said with disagreement.

Leonard smiled and said:

"Russell the Great said, boldly assume and be careful to prove it."

…………

Hillston District, Kragg Club.

After leaving Harvest Church, Klein, who had just entered the hall, saw equestrian teacher Talim Dumont sitting in a secluded place, wondering what he was thinking.

Seeing that lunch had to wait for a while, Klein moved closer and said hello with a smile:

"Good noon, Talim, you seem to have a problem again?"

Talim woke up suddenly and shook his head and said:

"No, no."

You seemed to have done something wrong? Klein muttered, sat down, and smiled:

"It's a pity that Allen and Mike are not here, otherwise we will have another pleasant afternoon."

Talim then smiled:

"They are all very busy and have very little free time."

Before Klein could speak, he looked around and said:

"Sherlock, after hearing my mention of your deeds, a big man was very interested in you. If you want to meet you, would you like to?

"Frankly, this is really envious, it is a very rare opportunity."

Wait, what can I do? Help Mrs. Mary catch the adulterer? Accompany Mike reporters to the brothel? Even if I go to the East Side several times, I did nothing extraordinary... At most, you will know that I have made some contributions in the serial murder case, and helped Dr. Allen solve the nightmare problem by providing consultation... Klein was confused when he heard it.

After two seconds, he suddenly understood the reason.

It must be the big man who asked Talim what excellent detective he knew, and he could only think of me, so he took the initiative to add some descriptions that sounded very powerful, such as in the serial murder case, the real solver behind the scenes, the case where Mrs. Mary's ex-husband and his mercy transferred the property of Coim's company, had a strong action, a keen sense of smell, and accurate move... This is the commercial mutual blow... Klein sighed secretly.

He thought about it and said:

"Talim, I'm sorry, as a detective, I have my own principle, which is to try not to mix things involving big names. For the upper stage, it may be just a small sneeze-like friction, which may bring me unbearable disasters.

"I won't label myself, so I won't go to meet that big guy."

This is actually something Klein thought of before becoming a detective.

Once you have an involvement with the upper class, you will easily be drawn to the bottom of it. Before you become a "faceless person", he does not want to bear such risks.

"...You are very rational," Talim said in a pondering voice. "The big man expected this reaction and thought such a detective was more trustworthy, so he hoped that you would take a commission without involving the upper class."

"What commission?" Klein asked.

Talim laughed:
Chapter completed!