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Chapter 40 The Death of the Fortune Teller

 When the nanny left the family, Dallion found that the lifelike puppet he had made had also disappeared.

He couldn't believe it. Did he really come back to life?

Thinking of this, Dallion couldn't help but feel chills running down his spine.

The baby's cry echoed in his ears every day, but he didn't dare to touch this "squirming" thing in the crib.

"How is your wife?" Victor asked seriously.

Dallion grabbed Victor's sleeve and replied with red and swollen eyes: "It's strange. Like me, she doesn't believe that this child is real. And for some reason, she firmly believes that our child is dead."<

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Sometimes, mentally disturbed people can often see the truth of things.

If the dead baby had not been found under the suspension bridge, Victor might have suspected that there was something wrong with the mental state of the Dalyan couple, just like the police at the time.

His wife has been in a state of madness since she lost her child.

But when a baby was put in her arms, she became abnormally awake.

For this child, the police could not find a real family for him, and the Dalyans were unwilling to keep him at home.

They went to the hospital to check the child's body, and the reply they got from the doctor was that he was a healthy baby with nothing strange about him.

However, even after receiving such a reply, Dalian still had trouble sleeping and eating. He even left his job and secretly went to the housekeeping company to follow the nanny.

"What's the result?" Victor took out a cigarette from his arms and lit it. He rarely smoked his own cigarettes, but the other person's story was so bizarre that he felt uncomfortable without something in his mouth.

"She resigned and disappeared..." Dallion's face turned pale, "Tell me, did that woman do anything to the puppets? Was it an invisible technique?"

The nanny suggested that Dallion make the puppet toy, and the baby that suddenly appeared was the nanny claiming to be Dallion's son.

No matter how you analyze it, there is something wrong with this young nanny.

The effects of invisible techniques are all kinds of strange, and it's hard to tell whether the other party is a seer.

"Since the child is normal, no matter where the woman brings it from, why not accept it calmly?" Victor asked.

"I have just said this. After this child appeared, my wife was convinced that our real child was dead, and she became more and more crazy. She was not even willing to sleep in the same room as the child."

Dallion's facial muscles twitched, and after he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand: "Can you give me one?"

Victor frowned and handed the cigarette to the other party.

After Dallion lit it, he took a deep breath, his expression softened slightly, and then said: "The next thing you are concerned about is Mr. Joseph."

When the other party said this, Victor pricked up his ears and listened carefully.

In fact, the thing is very simple. Dallion can't stand the increasingly uncontrollable conflict between the baby and his wife.

Through an unfamiliar friend, he introduced himself to a true seer.

And that seer was Joseph Bode, the owner of the Perak Little Pig Circus.

Now, Dallion has forgotten who the introducer was, after all, four years have passed.

But that was not important. He only knew that the other party was quite familiar with Joseph. Due to the human relationship, Joseph did not charge the Dalien couple like ordinary rich people, but did a divination for free.

The question Dallion raised was about the origin of the child and the nanny, and what the truth is.

It was this time of divination that pushed Joseph into an abyss of madness.

"He's crazy..."

Dallion's hand holding the cigarette began to shake again.

"When he was using the crystal ball to divine the nanny, he didn't know what he saw. He suddenly screamed, and then...then his eyes exploded, red and white...his face was covered with blood..."
Victor held a puff of cigarette in his throat, imagining the horrifying scene in his mind.

"Later, Mr. Joseph's nephew rushed in and drove us and my wife out of the tent."

Dallion recalled that terrible experience with a tone full of horror.

He continued: "Then I heard...Mr. Joseph in the tent couldn't stop shouting and struggling, as if he was experiencing tremendous pain, which was even more terrifying than when my wife had a mental breakdown."

"I saw his nephew being pushed out, falling several times on the ground, and almost falling to death. Finally, several strong young men from the circus rushed in and subdued Mr. Joseph."<

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"After that, I didn't know Mr. Joseph's condition until the circus closed. After a while, I suddenly received the news of Mr. Joseph's death..."

Dallion's face was distorted and he began to cry. He wiped his nose and said, "This...this means I killed him. If I hadn't asked him for divination..."

"Are you an idiot?" Victor seriously interrupted the other person's self-blame, "Did you stab him with a knife? Or did you pop his eyeballs? Don't take all the blame on yourself, the humble one is just

Born, not as a human being with dignity and innocence!"

With a sigh, Victor turned around and looked at the hustle and bustle on the other side of the bridge.

"You blame yourself so much that you probably don't even dare to go to Joseph's funeral to express your condolences!"

Dallion raised his head, recalled something, and said doubtfully: "Yes... yes, but I have a bad conscience. Afterwards, I wanted to sneak to Mr. Joseph's grave while there were few people to express my condolences, but when I asked about him

When I asked about the burial address, I accidentally asked about it. It turned out that Mr. Joseph’s funeral did not invite anyone to participate, and it was all organized by his nephew.”

Victor's heart moved, and he suddenly turned around and said "Oh" suspiciously?

As for the rest of the story, it is very short. Dalian’s wife passed away before him due to the increasingly severe mental pressure, and Dalian could not face the extra child anymore, so he was eventually sent to an orphanage.<

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"Is that child okay now?" Victor wondered if he should take some time to observe.

"He died in infancy..." Dallion's answer left Victor stunned.

At this time, the police officer responsible for interrogating the woodcutter began to report loudly to his superiors, and his voice disrupted the conversation between Victor and Dallion.

But it doesn't matter, Victor already knows the ins and outs of the matter.

He didn't ask any more questions and left his time to the father whose family was ruined.

Before leaving, he gave the other party a final message: "I know...it is actually very shameless for me to stand in pain and try to persuade others, but I still hope that you can be with me in these difficult years."

, receive the gift of clarity and calmness."

……

Following his words, the sky became clear and morning bells rang one after another in the urban area of ​​Renekton. A new day was also the beginning of people's new lives.

Devout believers in the Realm of Bright Light went to a church not far away from the outskirts of the city to hold mass. Factories continued to operate, supplying this industrial city with a variety of urgently needed manufactured goods.

Outside No. 13 Baker Street, the fragrance of the garden of Xianxiang Mansion has spread beyond the gate, and the whole road is filled with fragrance.

The private detective wearing a deerstalker hat leaned against a big tree on the side of the road, staring sharply at the mansion in front of him.

"Well... this is it. Where will our red-haired gentleman hide?"


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