Sir Deville's bedroom was larger than the living room and dining room combined of the Klein family. It was composed of the sleeping area, the living area, the dressing area, the washing area and the bookshelf desk area. It was beautifully furnished and had luxurious details.
However, in Klein's perception, this place was dimly lit and the temperature was at least half lower than outside.
At the same time, he seemed to hear a series of cries and agonizing groans in his ears.
Klein was somewhat dazed and saw that everything returned to normal: the bright sunlight penetrated the windows and spread throughout the entire bedroom; the temperature was neither too high nor too low; the surrounding police, bodyguards and servants were silent, not speaking.
This... He turned his head towards the classical and magnificent bed and saw that there seemed to be pairs of blurry eyes circling in the shadows, like moths that dare not die near the gas lamp.
After walking a few steps and getting closer to that area, Klein's "clairvoyance" lost the image he had just seen.
Not a standard ghost, nor an evil spirit... What exactly was it? Klein frowned and recalled the mysterious knowledge he had mastered during this period.
In his opinion, if the task was assigned to the "fetcher of corpses", the "grave digger", or the "psychic", it would probably not be difficult at all, but this was clearly not his most proficient field.
Suppressing the urge for divination investigation direction, Klein slowly looked around, searching for other traces to confirm his several guesses in his mind.
"Sir, Inspector." Sir Deville hesitated for a moment and said, "Have you found anything?"
"If it were so easy to find something, I think my colleagues wouldn't wait until now." Klein said the polite words and subconsciously glanced at the philanthropist.
Just as he was about to Pull one's gaze back, suddenly he noticed a pale figure reflected in the mirror behind Sir Deville.
No, it was a series of overlapping, distorted pale figures!
This figure flashed away, and Klein seemed to hear faint cries again.
Huh... He let out a deep breath, easing the fear that almost made him draw his gun earlier.
With enhanced inspiration, he opened his clairvoyance. Eventually, he would be driven crazy by fear... Klein eased himself with a self-mocking way to relieve the tension, and then turned his gaze back to Sir Deville.
This time, he saw something different.
Sir Deville in this bedroom had pale, distorted shadows flashing around him from time to time, making the light in that area slightly dim.
And each flash was inevitably accompanied by an illusionary, sound that normal people couldn't hear, and the cries and groans.
Normal people couldn't hear it under normal conditions? Because of the day? Klein nodded thoughtfully.
He had made a preliminary judgment on this case:
What was tormenting Sir Deville were waves of resentment, the most difficult-to-let-go emotions before human death that left spiritual remnants!
If these resentments and remnants accumulated for a while and became several times stronger, they would turn into terrifying evil spirits.
However, Sir Deville was a well-known philanthropist. Even someone as picky as Benson respected him very much. How could he be burdened with so many "death resentments"? Discrepancies? The sinister means of extraordinary beings? Klein guessed with suspicion.
He thought for a moment and looked at Sir Deville, saying:
"Respected Sir, I have a few questions."
"Please go ahead." Sir Deville sat down, tired and weakly.
Klein organized his words and said:
"When you left here and went to a new place, such as the countryside, such as Beckland, did you all get at least a brief period of tranquility in the middle of the night, and then the situation gradually worsened, until you could hear groans and cries even when sleeping during the day?"
Sir Deville's half-closed eyes opened suddenly, and his blue eyes gained a few more glimmers:
"Yes, you have found the root of the matter?"
He then realized that due to long-term insomnia, his mental state was not good, and he had forgotten to tell the police such an important clue!
When Klein's question received a positive response, Inspector Toller breathed a sigh of relief in his mind, realizing that the night watchman had found a clue.
While Sheriff Gat was both surprised and curious, he couldn't help but scrutinize Inspector Klein for several moments.
Conforming to the characteristic of resentment gradually encircling and accumulating... Klein, who received feedback, basically confirmed the answer.
And now, he had two methods to help Sir Deville get rid of the trouble. One was to set up an altar around the other person and use ritual magic to completely eliminate the "death resentment"; the other was to use other mysterious methods to find the source of the problem and solve the matter fundamentally.
Considering the rule of "try not to let ordinary people know about the existence of extraordinary powers", Klein planned to try the second method first. If it didn't work, he would pray to the goddess.
"Sir, this is a psychological disorder and mental problem," he looked at Sir Deville and talked nonsense seriously.
Sir Deville frowned and asked back:
"Do you mean that I'm a mental patient and need to go to the asylum?"
"No, it's not that serious. In fact, most people have some psychological and mental problems to some extent." Inspector Klein casually comforted, "Please allow me to introduce myself again. I'm the psychology expert of the Police Department of Ahova County."
"Psychology expert?" Both Sir Deville and his butler looked at the familiar Inspector Toller.
Toller nodded in agreement, indicating that it was indeed so.
"Well, what do I need to do to cooperate with the treatment? Also, I don't understand why my butler, my bodyguard, and my servants can all hear the crying and groaning..." Sir Deville held his walking stick with both hands and looked puzzled.
Klein answered professionally:
"I'll explain it to you later."
"Please ask your butler, your servants, and your bodyguard to leave, Inspector Toller, Sheriff Gat. Please also leave together. I need a quiet environment for the initial treatment."
Using the magic "treatment"... Inspector Toller silently added, nodding to Sir Deville.
Sir Deville remained silent for a dozen seconds and said:
"Karen, take them to the living room on the second floor to wait."
"Yes, Sir." Butler Karen didn't refute because the person who made the request was a formal police officer, trainee inspector, and psychology expert.
Watching them leave one by one and close the door, Inspector Klein looked at Sir Deville with dark golden hair and blue eyes and said:
"Sir, please lie down on the bed, relax your mind, and try to fall asleep." "... "OK." Deville hung his coat and hat on the coat rack, then walked slowly to the bed and lay down on it.
Klein pulled all the curtains closed, making the room dark.
He took off the pendant and quickly used the "divination pendulum" to make a simple judgment of good or bad luck. Then he sat in a nearby rocking chair, traced the light ball, and entered meditation, allowing the spiritual world to appear before his eyes.
Immediately afterwards, he leaned against the back of the chair, fell asleep, allowing his astral body to come into contact with the outside world.
He was using the "dream divination" technique, allowing himself to be in a spiritual environment similar to dreaming, and communicating with each of the resentments纠缠ing Sir Deville.
Only communication could provide answers and solve problems!
Whew!
Sad crying reverberated in the ears of Klein, and he "saw" a series of pale and transparent figures emerging around him.
Hoe, hoe, hoe, a painful groan came, and Klein, who had managed to regain his thinking ability, reached out his right hand and touched one of them.
Suddenly, those figures turned into flying moths, one after another, flying towards him.
Klein's vision suddenly blurred, and his head seemed to have been split in two, with one half calmly examining and the other seeing a "mirror".
"In the mirror" was a young girl dressed in worker's attire, with a strong body, walking through a dusty factory, with her head throbbing repeatedly.
Her vision was sometimes blurry, and her body was gradually thinning.
She seemed to hear someone calling her Charlotte, saying that she had a general hysteria.
Hysteria? She looked into the mirror and saw an almost invisible blue line on her gums. ...
The camera pans, and it seems that Klein sees her again, transformed into a girl named Mary.
She is walking in the lead smelting factory, young and lively.
Suddenly, half of her face began to twitch repeatedly, followed by the same side of her arm and leg.
" You have epilepsy," someone said as she was convulsing all over.
She collapsed in convulsions, the intensity increasing more and more, until she lost consciousness. ...
It was another girl. She was in a depressed mood, wandering aimlessly on the street like a fool. Even her speech was impaired.
Her headache was extremely severe. There were blue lines on her gums. She would have convulsions from time to time.
She met a doctor. The doctor said,
"Ravotie, you are affected by lead."
The doctor looked at her compassionately, watching her convulse again, several times in a row, and seeing that all the vitality had vanished from her eyes. ...
One after another, scenes appeared in Klein's mind. He was partly immersed in them and partly observing calmly.
Suddenly, he fully understood the fate of these girls:
They were female workers who had been exposed to lead white for a long time and dust for a long time. They died from lead poisoning.
And Sir Deville had exactly one lead factory and two ceramic factories under his name, all employing relatively low-paid female workers!
Klein silently "watched" all this, feeling that there was still one thing that wasn't clear:
Such "death resentment" was extremely insignificant. Even if accumulated in quantity, it couldn't have any impact on reality or on Sir Deville.
Unless, unless there was a stronger and more persistent resentment that turned them into a whole.
Just then, he "saw" another girl.
This girl was no more than eighteen years old, and she was helping to glaze the porcelain in the factory.
"Helie, how are you feeling lately? Do you have a headache? If it's serious, remember to tell me. Sir Deville stipulates that people with severe headaches cannot be exposed to lead and must leave the factory." An older woman asked with concern.
Helie touched her forehead and replied with a smile:
"There's a little bit, it's okay."
"Then tell me tomorrow if it's serious." The older woman instructed.
Helie agreed and returned home, touching her forehead from time to time. She saw her parents and brothers coming back from outside, with their faces filled with sadness.
"Your father and brother have lost their jobs..." Her mother wiped her tears and said.
Her father and brother hung their heads and whispered:
"We'll go to the dock to find something to do."
"But we don't even have the bread money for the next day... Maybe we have to move to the farthest part of the street..." Helie's mother looked at her with red eyes, "When will your salary be available? It's 10 sous, right?"
Helie pinched her forehead again:
"Well, Saturday, Saturday."
She said nothing else and remained as quiet as usual. The next day, she walked to work again, and the sunlight gradually brightened, and the pedestrians on the street gradually increased.
Suddenly, she convulsed, and her whole body was convulsing.
She fell to the roadside, spitting out foam from her mouth.
She looked at the sky, and her vision began to blur. She saw people coming and going, saw people crowding together, saw a carriage passing by, saw the De Ville family's white dove emblem fluttering.
She tried to open her mouth, but couldn't make any sound.
So, she still said nothing, just as quiet as usual.
But this time, it was different. She died.
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