"Has that 'mental patient' Hood Organ behaved abnormally recently?" Klein asked seriously.
Dast did not answer Klein's question immediately. Instead, he carefully examined his eyes, expression and actions, and there was some hesitation in his words:
"He has been much the same as before recently. He is still using his abilities to try to treat patients. Although he has succeeded in curing some patients to a certain extent, he himself has been doubted by other doctors and nurses because of this."
Speaking of this, Dr. Dust paused and began to recall:
"In order to get rid of suspicion, uh, he recently started claiming that he is a descendant of some Intis noble."
"To be honest, this crazy thing is very effective. At least no one doubts him recently. Well, he, he imitated some of the customs of Intis in his behavior..." Doctor Dast said this, and it was rare.
Break away from the "audience" state.
"The customs of Intis? Isn't it the 'characteristic behavior' of Emperor Roselle?" Klein couldn't help but slandered in his mind.
However, he has treated many mental patients. Could it be that the "audience" corresponds to sequence seven, the "psychiatrist"?
It seems that his "acting method" is not well mastered...
Or could it be that he figured out the "acting method" on his own, but it was relatively incomplete and he only grasped part of the essence?
Gee, the most likely thing is that he was unconsciously exercising his extraordinary abilities and completing the acting by the way.
Although according to Dr. Dust's report, Hood Eugen's condition is very stable. But it still doesn't make people reassured. Why does he call himself a noble of Intis?
If it was just to divert the attention of other staff, then as a spiritual Extraordinary, he had too many choices. And as long as he wanted to, there was no way he would be noticed by other people in the lunatic asylum.
"So something went wrong while he was unconsciously acting?" Klein thought secretly, his brows tightening as he suddenly thought of a fact that had been ignored before!
Among the secret organizations he knew about, only the Esoteric Order had mastered the acting method, while other less experienced secret organizations, including the Inner Alchemy Society, had not proposed any relevant "acting method" content.
Is it because the Esoteric Order has been around longer?
Then if other secret organizations cannot master the "acting method" because of their short history, how could the Church of the Goddess of the Night not master the "acting method"?
No matter which orthodox church has been passed down for at least a thousand years.
But now he seems to have found the answer. Judging from Hood Ogen's situation, it seems that incorrect or biased "acting" will lead the Extraordinary to the edge of losing control.
For Extraordinaries, the most at-risk group who are most likely to develop mental problems, any weird behavior that is different from usual may be a precursor to losing control!
Klein's thoughts were taken away by the newly discovered problem. Daxter looked at his gradually worsening expression and couldn't help but asked slightly nervously:
"Officer Moretti, is there a problem with Hood Organ?"
"Ahem, no, I just thought of something else." Klein suppressed his doubts and put aside Dust's worries with a smile.
However, he thought about it carefully and warned:
"At least there is no problem with Hood Ogan now, but you have to step up your observation of him. Once his 'acting crazy' behavior intensifies, you must report it immediately and ensure your own safety. We don't want to lose anyone."
An excellent peripheral member.”
Dast opened his mouth and quickly returned to the calm expression he had when he first met Klein. He just cursed in his heart:
"Officer, are you serious? My experience tells me that your expression says there is definitely something wrong with Hood Organ's 'pretending to be crazy'!"
Klein found that he seemed a little embarrassed and quickly changed the topic: "You can tell me about the recent activities of the Psychological Alchemy Society, or your own status."
Dast immediately became serious after hearing this, and his face became a little heavier:
"The Psychological Alchemy Society has only carried out the minimum daily activities recently. As for myself, I have heard some incomprehensible gibbering recently. Well, to be precise, it can no longer be called gibbering, but more like the roar of a large creature.
..."
The roar of the large creature... Klein was immediately intrigued.
After all, according to the symbol on the back of Miss Justice's high-backed chair, the "audience" should correspond to a giant dragon... Then, the roar of the so-called large creature cannot be the roar of a dragon...
...
Klein pretended to smile casually, trying to fool Daxter:
"Don't worry, this is just a normal situation. As long as you don't pay attention, you will not have mental problems. Moreover, as our precious peripheral members, we will not let you encounter the risk of losing control."
"Officer, you are lying!"
"Your expression was not calm when you first heard my words." Dast's voice, which had been raised due to questioning, suddenly dropped, "Please tell me, what is the roar I heard?"
As expected of the "audience"... Klein thought for a while and replied:
"Oh, in some folklore, the dragon is the leader in the spiritual field." Klein tried his best to talk nonsense, "If you are willing to make some 'contributions,' I can share with you some techniques to avoid losing control for free.
"
When Dast heard this, he sighed with relief:
"The so-called 'contribution' is something substantial. This makes me feel more at ease than those high-sounding rhetoric."
"Officer, what do you want me to pay?"
This is all for Miss Justice's "Mind Reader" formula, and also for Nighthawks to better monitor wild Extraordinary people in the future...
Klein suppressed his shame and said seriously:
"Let's talk about the method first. In your daily life, as long as your behavior is close to the name of the sequence you are in to a certain extent and you act out, you can avoid most of the dangers."
"For example, the acting skill of the 'audience' is to try to put yourself out of the situation, but be sure not to overact. I guess that is why Hood Ogan had some problems."
"As for 'contribution', don't worry about it. You can share something that is relatively easy to obtain, such as the activity report of the Psychological Alchemy Society, internal information, or the recipe of 'Mind Reader'."
Dast chewed on these words and nodded slowly;
"Okay, I will try to get the 'Mind Reader' formula..."
Klein looked at the thoughtful Dr. Dust in front of him and nodded with satisfaction.
............
"Huh, I'm so busy. I'm really not suitable to deal with young women. Elizabeth is too enthusiastic..."
"The boss of a secret organization of mine is as busy as a social animal..."
"Although my current 'main business' is not fundamentally different from that of a social animal."
"Judging from the previous information, the church should indeed be deliberately suppressing the extraordinary people who follow the 'divine' path. No, it should be that all the orthodox churches are suppressing the extraordinary people who follow the unofficial path. This will indeed help reduce the number of extraordinary people.
Frequency of events.”
Klein leaned back on the chair in the bedroom, relaxed his limbs, and thought about similar questions. Until the pointer on the watch reached two fifty, he took four steps backward and arrived above the gray fog.
Klein sat at the top of the long bronze table. After carefully looking around, he breathed a sigh of relief and began to divine things that he had always cared about.
The gray mist didn't suddenly "come alive", so it really couldn't scare him... Klein thought as he untied the citrine pendulum wrapped around his left wrist and let it hover above the divination sentence.
"I can successfully be promoted to 'Joker' through the proper channels of Nighthawks."
The pendulum in Klein's hand slowly began to sway, and after a pause, it began to rotate clockwise.
Sure, but not completely sure, or not so sure?
Klein didn't believe in evil, so he tried divination again, but still got the same result.
He wanted to tell me that there were certain risks... Could there be a better way? This idea suddenly appeared in Klein's mind, and he couldn't help but review the recent events.
"Huh, you can't stud. After all, as long as you are seeking promotion, you can't be without risks, and risk means the possibility of failure."
Klein quickly put his worries behind him. He couldn't let himself think too much. In short, the divination still pointed to a formal promotion within the Nighthawks.
He stretched out his hand to the crimson star that symbolized the "sun", summoned the other party in advance, and after making sure that he had not been exposed to the "Six-person Council", he taught the other party his honorary name, and then summoned "Justice"
” and “The Hanged Man.”
On the gray mist, the Fool sat at the head of the long table, his voice was as steady as usual, and he introduced to the two old members:
"This is the new member, Taiyang."
............
A man with a scruffy beard and a shabby brown worker's uniform was dragging himself aimlessly along the bank of the Tasok River with a half-empty wine bottle in his hand.
He wanted to find a less slippery place to relieve the pressure in his lower abdomen.
As a worker who lived to be 40 years old, he knew very well how many unlucky people would fall into the Tasok River due to slipping every year and become part of the foul-smelling mud.
Fortunately, he had a good grasp of the extent of his drunkenness, and as he was doing now, he could stand firmly on the shore, unbutton his pants, and get rid of this oppressive burden.
He looked at the filthy surface of the Tasok River and found that bubbles were popping up on the water, as if there was a big fish hidden underneath.
The drunken worker half-squinted his eyes, feeling very comfortable and thinking divergently:
"I wonder if there will be fish in this damned river. Well, last time that kid Donnie fell in and swallowed a few big mouthfuls of water but he didn't die... Tsk, if there really are fish,
If you take it out and wash it well, it doesn't mean you can't eat it."
"Kui Si just gave birth to that little unfortunate egg... Fish is good for children, right?"
"Who said workers in Backlund don't have grandchildren!"
Thinking of this, the drunken and slovenly worker smiled happily and was about to pick up his pants and leave.
At this time, the originally filthy river suddenly broke open, and a figure with phantom scales on its hands and water plants wrapped around its body jumped out of the river.
The figure was like a shark that smelled blood. With a quick and flexible move, he threw the frightened workers on the shore into the water.
"thump!"
The "shark" plunged into the water, leaving huge waves on the river. Bubbles popped up one after another. After a while, the river surface was stained with a layer of dark red.
The river surface rippled again, and the workers who had just been thrown into the river climbed up from the river bank. Their eyes were no longer blurred, and they walked firmly towards the direction of the factory area.
In the river behind him, half floating in the water, was a mutilated corpse with the same face as "him".
............
Audrey recalled the information about the Aurora Society that "The Hanged Man" had just given, and said with heartache:
"Mr. Hanged Man, you don't have to pay that reward anymore."
Alger shook his head indifferently and said in a deep voice:
"Actually, I would rather use the answer just now and the extra reward to entrust you with investigating something."
"What's the business?" Audrey asked doubtfully.
"I have received information that 'Vice Admiral Hurricane' Qilingos may have infiltrated Backlund. He is a Sequence Six 'Wind Blessed' and possesses a sealed artifact that uses other abilities."
Alger's expression suddenly became very solemn:
"Once he enters the East District, there will be no way to start the investigation!"