"Mass hysteria?" Sir de Ville, who had also been in contact with many psychiatrists during this time, chewed on the term given by Klein.

His butlers, his bodyguards, and his servants did not make a sound without his permission, no matter how curious they were.

Sheriff Gate, on the other hand, looked at Crane suspiciously, as if he had never heard of a similar concept.

Crane controlled the inertia of tapping his fingers on the armrest of the couch and explained in a soothing voice:

"Human beings are very easily deceived by their own senses, and group hysteria is a psychogenic problem caused by the interaction of mental stress and other factors in the same group. ”

His series of professional words made Sir De Ville, Sergeant Gett and others confused for a while, and subconsciously chose to believe it.

"I'll give you a simple example, this is a case I once dealt with, a certain gentleman held a dinner party, invited a total of thirty-five guests, at the dinner, he suddenly felt nauseous, vomited on the spot, and then accompanied by severe diarrhea, once, twice, three times, he began to think that he had food poisoning, and while going to the hospital, he told his guests about this suspicion. ”

"For the next two hours, more than 30 of the 35 guests had diarrhea and 26 vomited, and they filled the hospital's emergency room. ”

The doctors examined and compared the doctor in detail and concluded that the gentleman was not poisoned at first, but that it was due to inflammation of the stomach and intestines caused by the combination of weather changes and cold spirits. ”

"And the most surprising thing is that not only did none of the guests who came to the hospital get poisoned, but none of them actually got sick. ”

"This is mass hysteria. ”

Deville bowed his head slightly and exclaimed:

"I see that it is true that humans are prone to deceive themselves, and no wonder Russell the Great said that a lie repeated a hundred times becomes the truth. ”

"What shall I call you, officer? You are the most professional psychiatrist I have ever met. ”

"Inspector Moretti. Crane pointed to his epaulettes and said, "Sir, your troubles have been preliminarily resolved, you can try to sleep now, and let me see if there are any other problems." If you can have a good dream, please allow us to say goodbye early and wait for you to wake up. ”

"Okay. DeVille rubbed his forehead, took his cane, and walked upstairs into the bedroom.

Half an hour later, the carriage with the police coat of arms left the fountain in front of Lord de Ville.

It was only when Sheriff Gate's got out of the car and returned to his police station that Inspector Toller looked at Klein and said, half-flatteringly, half-jokingly:

"I thought you were a real psychologist......"

He didn't finish his words, because he saw that the young man in the black and white checkered uniform on the opposite side barely showed any expression, his eyes were dark and deep, and the corners of his mouth were barely pulled up:

"I've only been exposed to some before. ”

Inspector Toller was quiet until the carriage stopped outside 36 Zotland Street.

"Thank you for your help in bringing Sir de Ville back to sleep. He reached out and shook Klein's hand, "Say thank you to Dunn for me." ”

Klein nodded lightly and said:

"Okay. ”

He stepped up the stairs and made his way back to Blackthorn Security, knocking on the door and entering the captain's office.

"Solved?" Dunn was waiting for his lunch.

"Solved. Crane rubbed his forehead and said succinctly and truthfully, "The root of the problem lies in Sir DeVille's lead and porcelain factories, which have had too many lead poisoning deaths since their establishment, and each incident has caused Sir DeVille to gain a little residual spiritual resentment. ”

"Normally, these don't cause major problems, and at most they are nightmares. "Dunn has handled similar cases and has a lot of experience.

Klein bowed slightly:

"Yes, the course of events should have been that way, but unfortunately Sir de Ville met one day in the street a woman who had been poisoned with lead poisoning, and she happened to fall on the side of the road, and she happened to see the coat of arms of the House de Ville, and at the same time she had a strong reluctance, anxiety and longing, which did not dissipate until Sir gave her parents, brother and sister a sum of 300 pounds. ”

"It's a social problem, and it's not uncommon in this age of steam and machinery. Dunn took out his pipe, sniffed it, and sighed, "Workers who make flax, because they wet the material and by the way, moisten themselves, generally suffer from bronchitis and joint diseases, and in dusty factories, even if there is no poisoning, lung problems will accumulate...... Phew, we don't have to discuss this, as the kingdom grows, I'm sure it will all be resolved, Klein, tonight, let's find a restaurant tonight to celebrate you as a full-fledged member?"

Klein thought for a moment and said:

"Tomorrow night...... Captain, I've been using my vision for too long today, and I've used the 'dream divination' technique to communicate directly with those grievances, and I'm feeling very tired, and I'm hoping to go home in the afternoon and have a good rest, okay? Well, I'll go to the Divination Club at four or five o'clock to observe the members' reactions to the sudden death of Haynas Vincent. ”

"No problem, that's as it should be. Dunn laughed, "Then tomorrow night, at the Old Ville restaurant next door, I'll ask Roshan to reserve a place." ”

Klein stood up with a police floppy hat and saluted:

"Thank you, Captain, and see you tomorrow. ”

Dunn raised his hand and said:

"Wait, you said Sir Deville gave the labour's parents a sum of £300?"

"Yes. As soon as Klein nodded, he understood what the captain meant by stopping him, "Are you worried that they will suffer because of this wealth?"

Dunn sighed:

"I've seen a lot of things like this, you give me their addresses, and I ask Kornli to arrange for them to leave Tingen and go to another city to start a new life. ”

"Okay. Crane replied in a deep voice.

With all this done, he left Dunn's room and entered the lounge diagonally opposite, where he changed into his original formal outfit and left his police uniform in his closet.

Riding in the public carriage, Klein silently and staggered back to Daffodil Street, took off his coat and hat, and found the leftovers from last night, and when he was hot, he filled his stomach with the last oatmeal bread.

Then he climbed up to the second floor, hung up his clothes, fell headlong and lay down on the bed.

When he awoke, the watch was already in the afternoon until 2:10 p.m., and the sun was hanging high outside, shining through the clouds.

In this brilliant gold, Klein stood by his desk, looking out of the bay window, at the old-fashioned and tattered pedestrians, as they entered or left the Iron Cross.

Call...... He exhaled slowly, finally getting rid of his slump.

The road has to be taken step by step, the sequence has to be improved layer by layer, and everything has to be like this.

He shook his head, sat down, and began to summarize and sort out what had happened last week, repeating the points he had kept in mind before before to avoid forgetfulness and omission.

2:55 a.m.

Above the vague, boundless, gray, and empty mist, a majestic temple towered high, and an ancient mottled bronze table sat silently.

At the top of the long table, a high-backed chair sat a man covered in a thick gray mist.

Crane leaned back in his chair and thought silently for a while, then suddenly reached out and dotted the crimson stars that symbolized "justice" and "hanged man".

............

Beckland, Queens.

Audrey lifted the hem of her skirt and walked lightly to the bedroom.

Suddenly, she felt something, turned her head sideways, looked into the shadows of the balcony, and unsurprisingly saw Susie, the big golden retriever dog sitting quietly and watching quietly.

Audrey sighed silently, drew a crimson moon on her chest, and then leaned over and looked down at the big golden retriever condescendingly:

"Susie, you're not doing this, you're voyeurism, and the 'audience' has to watch in the open and honest from their own position. ”

The big golden retriever looked up at his master and wagked his tail cooperatively.

After a few words, Audrey didn't dare to delay and walked back to the bedroom.

Within seconds of opening and closing the door, she suddenly had a strange thought:

"I wonder if Mr. Fool can let Susie enter that mysterious space as well, so that there will be four members of our Tarot Society!

"No, Susie can't speak, what if I let her express her opinions and exchange ideas......?

"It's strange just to imagine a scene like this...... A dog barks in a mysterious and serious party...... Mr. Fool will definitely kick us out of the tarot directly......"

Audrey locked the door, walked over to the edge of the bed and sat down, and pulled out an old, tawny page of paper from under her pillow.

She watched it several times and began to put herself into the state of "audience".

............

In the Sunia Sea, somewhere in the sea, the old sailing ships chasing the "listeners" have moved away from the Rorsted Islands.

Alger Wilson, the "Navigator", fearing an error in the mechanical wall clock, entered the captain's cabin half an hour early, lest the situation suddenly become visible to his men.

In front of him lay a glass of almost transparent spirits, the rich aroma of which crept into his nostrils.

Alger shuddered again at the thought of the party that was about to begin, of the vast gray mist that appeared before his eyes in the hallway of the inn, and of the mysterious fool sitting in the middle of the gray mist.

He picked up his glass and drank it in one gulp, soothing the sensation with a throat-burning line of fire.

Soon, he regained his composure, still so calm, so calm.

PS: It's Monday again, and there will be a make-up in the early morning.