Beckland, East End, a two-bedroom room.

Several policemen in black-and-white checkered uniforms followed the landlord who opened the door, each reaching out to cover his mouth.

There was a strong smell of blood inside!

"Officer, I don't know what happened, but other tenants said it seemed to be bleeding a lot, and they could smell it through the walls and doors. The landlord in the silk top hat looked timidly from side to side, unwilling to linger in the room for a second longer.

The black-sided, blue-eyed officer with the inspector's epaulette waved his hand and said:

"You go to the door and wait, there is something to ask you. ”

As he spoke, he put on his white gloves and set his eyes on the wooden door of his bedroom.

However, he did not rush in, and slowly looked around, taking in all the surrounding situation:

A pile of coals, cupboards for storing cutlery and ingredients, a small stove, a cleanly cleaned iron pot, a slightly greasy table, two round stools that fell on the floor, two chairs with reclining backrests, several glass bottles with unknown powders, and a stack of tarot cards that spread out.

"Occult enthusiasts with average financial means?" the dark-eyed and blue-eyed inspector nodded slightly, making a judgment, and then motioned for one of his subordinates to open the bedroom door.

There was a squeak, and more of the smell of blood poured out.

The officer who opened the door glanced inside, let out a short exclamation, and staggered back a few steps.

The Inspector at the head frowned slightly, pressed the shoulders of the retreating officer, and stepped over the barrier and approached the bedroom.

His eyes swept away, and his face suddenly changed.

In the bedroom, on a wooden bed, a man lay there, his hands tied to the railing above his head.

He was undressed, his body was covered with thin, deep cracks, and his blood had long since dried up, staining the sheets below and the quilt next to him a dark red.

At a cursory glance, it was as if the dead man had been tightly wrapped in wires, strangled through the skin and flesh, and strangled into the bones.

Such a picture still has a powerful impact on the police who have seen multiple murder scenes, and it has a certain sense of ritual evil.

Just as the lead inspector was about to say something, two people suddenly burst into the room, one tried to take a picture, and the other threw out a series of questions:

"Another murder?

"Have there been multiple murders on the East End lately?

"Officer, do you think it's a serial murder?"

The black-sided, blue-eyed inspector's brows furrowed even deeper, and he waved his hand and said:

"Don't destroy the scene, or I'll see you as accomplices to the criminals. ”

He immediately said to the officer in front of him:

"Calis, ask the two reporters to go out and tell them that if there is any problem, go to the press office at Sivelas Field. ”

When the reporters were invited out of the murder scene, the inspector sighed and said:

"I'm going to see the newspaper again, damn it!"

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

Queens, inside the luxurious villa of the Earl Hall's family.

"There was another murder in the East End, and the victim was suspected of being ab......used before his death," Audrey, who had finished dinner, casually flipped through the Beckland Evening News in her living room.

Hearing his daughter's whisper to herself, Earl Hall shook his head and sighed:

"In the East End, it's not news, and statistics show that people are dying there every day, more than one. ”

Audrey didn't pay much attention to this, and after chatting with her father, mother, and brother for a while, she took Susie, the big golden retriever, back to her room.

The latter stood guard at the door and acted as a guard, while Audrey locked the door and sat on the edge of the bed, silently reciting the honorific name of Mr. "Fool".

After waiting for a few seconds, a crimson light surged out in front of her eyes, drowning everything out.

Audrey came to the gray mist, to the magnificent and quaint palace.

Then she saw a small room on the side, the mottled door closed lightly.

"Much better than the old confessional from the last treatment...... However, this is not quite in line with Mr. 'World', his mental state has become alienated?" Audrey entered the room thoughtfully, closing the mottled door.

She had already done a follow-up consultation for the "world" Gelman Sparrow and concluded that the other party had recovered, but today she suddenly received the news that the other party asked for treatment again.

This made her a little surprised, and a little curious.

In the relatively spacious dark room, Audrey sat on her knees with her back against the wall behind her, her body slowly falling, and her legs were sitting.

In a calm and tranquil atmosphere, she adjusted her state and said in a brisk tone:

"Good evening, Mr. 'World'~"

Before the words fell, Audrey's spiritual intuition had already sensed the surface of the other party's mental body, that is, emotions in the popular sense, or mood.

Gloomy, depressed, confused, depressed, and not interested in anything...... Mr. "World" has a completely different question this time than last time...... What happened to him? Audrey bit her lower lip, calmly made a judgment, and used a "reassurance" at the right time.

This is one of the most useful abilities of the "psychiatrist", which in ancient times was called "psychoanalysis".

The "dark clouds" piled up behind the wall dissipated a lot, and Gelman Sparrow finally spoke hoarsely:

"Good evening, Miss Justice. ”

Audrey, who was leaning against the wall, thought about it, canceled the scheduled plan, and said in a brisk tone just now:

"I'm curious about what you've been through lately, it seems like you've had too many encounters.

"Don't think about anything else, let's talk first, like friends.

"If you're interested in my life, I'd like to share something interesting as well. ”

Gelman Sparrow, on the other side of the wall, was silent, and asked without answering:

"What do you expect from the future?"

Audrey's eyes rolled slightly, and she replied seriously:

"Elevate yourself and try to become a demigod to better protect your dad, mom, and brothers.

"Well, I have followed the staff of the foundation to visit several applicants for the bursary fund during this time, their living conditions are really beyond my imagination, although I have read some reports, and have a certain psychological preparation for this, but when I really face it, I still have a strong impact, there is a girl who is only a few years younger than me, but she is very thin and short, she can't eat enough every day, only two very tattered skirts, she said that when she wants to study, those eyes are very pure, full of pleading, I can't forget it to this day......"

As she spoke, Audrey was keenly aware that Gelman Sparrow's state of mind had changed a little, no longer like a completely still lake, with some ripples and undulations.

After a little deliberation, the "psychiatrist" said to himself as if he hadn't noticed anything:

"I used to look forward to a good marriage, hoping that my 'prince' would come as described in those popular magazines, but after becoming a 'spectator', I found that it was difficult for me to fulfill this dream, I could always read the true thoughts of those men, see through their lies one after another, and confirm that many people are not as good as I imagined, which made me a little disappointed, well, wait a few years, maybe I will know how to appreciate the shortcomings of others, but now it is really difficult to do ......"

Seeing that Gelman Sparrow, who was only separated from her by a wall and got along back to back, finally felt a little like laughing, Audrey released another "reassurance" in time, and then, she heard the other party ask:

"You have received information about the dragons from the Sun, so you should know something about the Dragons of Fantasy.

"If, I mean, you find out that your father, mother, and brothers are all imaginary by the 'spectators' through the King of Angels, and don't actually exist, how would you react?"

Must have collapsed on the spot, even out of control...... Mr. "World" found that his main expectation or ultimate goal could never be achieved, so he had psychological problems? Audrey was first inexplicably frightened by Gelman Sparrow's question, and then realized the essence of the problem.

She didn't answer, and asked in a guided way:

"You seem to have witnessed the disillusionment of hope. ”

"Huh. A self-deprecating laugh erupted from the wall behind Audrey, "Indeed, I used to think I had a family, but later I found out that it was just my luxury. ”

"Why do you say that?" asked Audrey, as if chattering.

Gelman Sparrow was silent for a few seconds and said:

"Have you heard those enlightenment fairy tales that Russell the Great used as a tutor?"

"This is my childhood memory. Audrey let out an "um".

At the same time, she noticed that Mr. "World" on the other side of the wall had obvious mood swings, and suppressed pain welled up.

This time, Audrey didn't use "appeasement", her spiritual intuition and expertise told her that the other party needed a certain catharsis.

"Then you should know the story of Sleeping Beauty and the Prince. "There is such a man who also fell into a deep sleep until one day he suddenly woke up...... He thought that his family was still there, and he tried to improve himself, hoping to find them one day, and this became the main meaning of his life, and eventually, he found that he had been sleeping for at least three hundred years, or even a thousand years, or more, and that everything he had could no longer be recovered......"

The intense pain and confusion were so vivid in Audrey's induction that she suddenly had an understanding:

The gloomy, depressing, sophisticated, and ruthless Mr. "World" also has his own goals and the meaning of existence!

This is in line with his gentle heart...... It's pathetic...... Although he just gave an example based on a fairy tale, the emotional reaction when he said certain words was real...... He suffers significantly more when he mentions "sleeping", "family", "three hundred years", "thousands of years", "longer", and "never to be found again...... This shows that he is an ancient man, and he has lived to the present because of a certain encounter? This is consistent with Mr. "Fool" is a revived ancient god, no wonder he can become a dependent...... Audrey quickly grasped the crux of the matter.

She pursed her lips and muttered:

"Did his family leave any words, did they say what they wanted him to do when he woke up?"

PS: Thank you for the loyal servant Wangcai and the silver league~