When Dunn heard Klein's words, he nodded slightly and asked in a low voice:
"Any other extraordinary events?"
Klein looked at the serious Dunn Smith and suddenly smiled:
"No, it's nothing extraordinary. It's just that I figured out something yesterday."
Dunn was stunned for a moment, put down the clothes in his hands, leaned back slightly on the back of the chair, and relaxed slightly.
"What happened?" He repeated the question just now.
Klein found a chair at random and sat down, deliberately making his movements look more casual.
"Actually, yesterday I went to see Dr. Dast from the lunatic asylum, the 'audience' of the Psychological Alchemy Society." Klein recalled the draft he had thought up before.
"When he reported to me, he mentioned an extraordinary person in the lunatic asylum who pretended to be a patient. Well, he was a 'psychiatrist'."
"The 'psychiatrist' recently tried to treat patients in the lunatic asylum, and the potion has been digested to a certain extent. Moreover, Dr. Dust also mastered the 'audience' potion in a relatively short period of time following that person's advice.
.”
"I also made a summary at home yesterday based on my own experience. I think that we can use the name of the potion to 'act', which seems to speed up our control of the potion."
"It's like we are trying to master a new skill. Only through continuous practice can we master this skill better."
"But 'acting' is not just a mechanical exercise of extraordinary abilities. I think there is also a hidden rule that can avoid negative effects. This rule can help us better understand the sequence we are in, recognize our current situation, and thus
Achieve 'digestion' rather than just mechanical mastery."
“I myself summed up the ‘Soothsayer’s Rules’ while doing divination in a fortune telling club, and soon after that, the gibbering and visions that bothered me disappeared.”
"If it is just mechanical control instead of 'digestion', it is very likely to become like that 'psychiatrist', lost in the influence of the potion..."
Before Klein could finish speaking, Dunn's head, which had been lowered because he was listening carefully, suddenly raised his head:
"There's something wrong with that 'psychiatrist'?"
The corners of Klein's mouth twitched and he almost covered his face with his hands... Captain, isn't the point of "acting"?
He exhaled and smiled:
"Dr. Dust has been observing him for a while. He was just too obsessed with treating those patients, which affected his thinking. I think since he still has the energy to imitate some 'Intis customs', he shouldn't have
question."
When Dunn heard this, he nodded, but did not express any opinions on "Intis customs". He just lowered his head again, sat on the chair and meditated quietly, his gray eyes becoming deeper.
He was silent for more than ten seconds, and rarely completely relaxed his body. He leaned back on the chair, raised his head, and stared at the ceiling blankly, seeming to have forgotten Klein's existence.
After a long time, he came back to his senses and remembered Klein's existence.
Dunn rubbed his brows, as if he had forgotten the internal rules of the Nighthawks, took out a match, lit the pipe, took a puff, and said in a deep voice:
"I'm sorry, I forgot that you don't smoke. I think I got a little lost in my thoughts."
"Smoking is harmful to health." Klein replied seriously.
Dunn held his pipe, looked at the letters on the table in a trance, thought for a while and said:
"I seem to have figured out some things."
"Daly said something similar before, but I didn't understand it at the time. I just practiced my extraordinary abilities as usual."
"Daly was promoted and left shortly after that." Dunn took a deep breath from his pipe, took out a puff of smoke mixed with the aroma of mint, and joked in a complicated tone:
"Perhaps, it won't take long for you to submit a special application and be promoted to Sequence Eight."
Klein did not understand the atmosphere at this time and asked the captain when he could submit. He just took out his pocket watch and looked at it. On the pretext of going to see Old Neil to learn mystical knowledge, he turned around and left the office, leaving time.
team leader.
............
Charlotte Tamara Treville was panting, half-leaning on a wall in the sewers of Backlund's West District.
Surrounding her was a group of ritual patterns composed of the broken limbs of people of all ages, and the air was filled with a strange fragrance that mixed the smell of blood and the intoxicating fragrance.
Irregular-shaped, dense and light white mist wrapped around her body, moving open and close, like the lungs of a giant beast moving when breathing.
On her neck, the blue-violet gem lying squarely between the collarbones reflected the faint light. The silver chain connecting the gems had also melted, and together with the blue-violet gem, it was burned into the girl's snow-white, silky skin.
in the skin.
Xia Lu kept scratching her body, and there were more and more light red marks on her body. Together with the broken and messy clothes, she revealed an indescribable sense of charm.
She stretched her slender, white neck, closed her eyes tightly, her face was unnaturally flushed, and her breathing rate gradually synchronized with the surrounding white mist that seemed to be breathing.
At this moment, the broken bodies scattered around suddenly ignited black flames and decomposed into countless scarlet light spots.
The blue-purple gem between Xia Lu's collarbone also suddenly burst out with a huge light, which instantly shattered her body into pieces. Only the restraint of the white mist prevented it from exploding into plasma and splattering all over the ground.
The white mist that shrank irregularly and squirmed suddenly shrank, and countless light spots floating around were thrown into the white mist. They were connected to each other, and with the blue-violet gem as the core, they were transformed into scattered pieces of flesh.
The blood-colored chains pulled the blood clot back bit by bit, re-condensing into the appearance of Charlotte Tamara Treville.
Xia Lu, who had regained her figure, was no longer surrounded by white mist. She only had a white dress made of plain yarn on her body, and a blue-purple mark was branded on her collarbone, which was mixed with a long sword, a crown, and a snake head.
, doors and other symbolic symbols of many elements.
As soon as he took a step forward, his limbs were so weak that he suddenly knelt on the ground. When he looked back, he found that his legs had collapsed into strange worms with snake heads that looked like they were made of stars.
He was rolling on the ground in pain, and wisps of spiritual "smoke" were squeezed out of Him and dispersed in the air. A beautiful, pure face of a girl who was crying and wailing could be vaguely seen.
After the "smoke" completely dissipated, "Xia Lu"'s limbs had returned to their original shape and she got up from the ground.
He turned his head and looked at the wall of the sewer behind him, his sight seemed to penetrate the barrier, and then examined what was hidden behind it.
"Roselle's little toy... the 'Brother's Nest' is really a bad idea." He smiled softly, his figure flickered, and quietly disappeared from the spot.
............
Klein just got off the carriage and, guided by the house number, arrived at the door of Azik's house.
"Sure enough, no matter what era or world, being a university lecturer is a respectable profession." Klein looked at the decoration in front of Azik's house and secretly envied it.
Dang! Dang! Dang!
Klein gently pulled the rope at the door and rang the bell in the house.
Ten seconds later, a man with bronze skin, black hair and brown eyes, soft facial features, and obvious Byron features on his face, Azik Eggers, a professor in the History Department of Horn University, opened the door.
Since he was at home, Mr. Azik was just casually wearing a white shirt, a brown vest and brown trousers.
"Klein, I was just about to write you a letter to say that I have returned home." Azik said with a hint of surprise, his tone filled with obvious enthusiasm.
Klein took a deep look at the small black mole under Mr. Azik's right ear and said in a calm tone:
"Mr. Azik, I think I found a clue about your past."
"Really." Azik's calm and gentle face showed rare fluctuations, and his eyes that concealed the vicissitudes of life also lost their faint indifference. He glanced at the door and said slightly hastily:
"Let's go in and talk."
Azik gave up his position, led Klein into the living room on the first floor, and invited Klein to sit on the soft sofa together.
"What did you find?" he asked impatiently.
Klein originally thought he would just leave a note today, so he could only organize his words while thinking:
"I accepted a commission before and solved a wraith in an ancient castle outside the town of Ramd."
When Azik heard this place name, he seemed to be recalling something, and his brows furrowed little by little:
"In what kind of castle did you get rid of that wraith?"
"Is it the one in Baron Ramd's domain?"
Klein looked at the other party's expression and had a bad premonition after hearing this sudden question.
I won't kill the "people" that the "big boss" knows... Klein guessed in horror and gradually slowed down his speaking speed:
"Well, in a small town, a villager sold me a piece. It was said to be a portrait of the first Baron Ramd."
"I found that the person in the portrait was very similar to you, so I went to the castle to look for more clues. During the exploration, I accidentally ran into a resentful spirit wandering there. In order to protect myself, I purified him. .”
Azik's brows furrowed even more after hearing this. Suddenly, some distant voices sounded in his mind, piercing his thoughts like sharp needles. Those voices were calling him, Dad, Sir, your lord...
He couldn't help but lean forward, with his fingers crossed in front of his nose, like a statue. He remained speechless for a long time before saying:
"That, maybe is someone I once knew."
"Although I don't know why he turned into a wraith, it is a good thing to be purified and free from pain."
"Klein, can you take me there?"
Sure enough, he was someone Mr. Azik knew... Seeing that the "big man" didn't express his anger, Klein replied:
"Okay, but I need to go home now, otherwise my brother and sister will worry about me."
Azik stood up quickly and said, "No problem."
The two then took a carriage to Daffodil Street. After Klein briefly explained to Melissa, he and Azik took a hired carriage and spent nearly three hours arriving at the town of Ramd at night.