Sir de Ville's bedroom, larger than the living and dining room of the Klein family, consists of a bed, a living room, a dressing room, a washroom, and a bookshelf and desk.

But in Klein's senses, the light here is dark, and the temperature is at least half lower than outside.

At the same time, it was as if he heard crying and moaning like a dying struggle.

Klein was in a trance for a moment, only to see that everything was back to normal: the bright sunlight filtered through the windows and sprinkled the entire bedroom, the temperature was neither high nor low, and the police, bodyguards, and housekeepers around him were silent and did not speak.

This...... He looked sideways at the classical and ornate bed, and saw that there seemed to be a pair of blurry eyes swirling in the shadows, like moths that were not afraid of death next to a gas lamp.

After walking a few steps and getting closer, Klein's "vision" lost the picture he had just seen.

It's not a standard ghost, and it's not an evil spirit...... What is it?, Klein frowned, recalling the occult knowledge he had mastered during this time.

In his opinion, today's task will not be a little difficult to hand over to the "corpse collector", to the "gravedigger", and to the "psychic", but this is obviously not his best field.

Resisting the urge to investigate the direction of the divination, Crane slowly looked around, looking for other traces to confirm a few guesses in his mind.

"This, Inspector. Sir DeVille hesitated, "Did you find anything?"

"If it was so easy to find out, I don't think my colleagues would have waited until now. Klein said a cliché, and subconsciously glanced at the big philanthropist.

Just as he was about to withdraw his gaze, he suddenly noticed a pale figure reflected in the mirror behind Sir de Ville.

No, it's a pale figure that overlaps one after another, twisting and twisting!

The figure flickered away, and Klein seemed to hear a faint cry again.

Call...... He let out a cloudy breath, soothing the fear that he had almost drawn his gun in fear just now.

If you increase your inspiration and turn on your vision, you'll be scared crazy sooner or later...... Crane eased his tension by complaining about himself, and then turned his gaze back to Sir de Ville.

This time, he saw something different.

Sir de Ville, who was in this bedroom, was surrounded by pale white, distorted shadows from time to time, making the light dim in the area.

And every flash must be accompanied by illusory cries and moans that are difficult for normal people to hear.

It would be difficult for a normal person to hear under normal conditions? Because of the daytime, Crane nodded thoughtfully.

He has made a preliminary judgment on this case:

What haunts Sir de Ville is a series of resentments, spiritual remnants of the most difficult emotions of man before death!

If this kind of resentment and residue accumulates for a period of time and is several times stronger, it will become a terrifying evil spirit.

But Sir de Ville was a well-known philanthropist, and even a man as picky as Benson had great respect for him, so how could there be so many "death resentments"?

He thought for a moment, looked at Deville, and said:

"Dear Sir, I have a few questions. ”

"Please. DeVille sat down tired and weak.

Klein organized the language of the Language:

"When you leave here and go to a new place, like the countryside, like Beckland, do you get at least a brief peace of mind in the middle of the night, and then the situation slowly recovers, and it gets worse and worse, until you sleep during the day, and you hear moaning and crying?"

Deville's half-squinted eyes suddenly opened, and there was a little more brilliance in his blue eyes:

"Yes, you've got to the root of the matter?"

Only then did he realize that due to long-term insomnia and poor mental condition, he had forgotten to tell the police such an important clue!

Seeing that Klein's question was answered in the affirmative, Inspector Toller breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the night watchman had found a clue.

Sheriff Gate, on the other hand, was surprised and curious, and couldn't help but glance at Klein, a psychologist, several times.

In line with the characteristics of the gradual entanglement of resentment and the accumulation of little by little...... Crane, who got the feedback, basically confirmed the answer.

And he now has two ways to help Sir Deville get rid of the trouble, one is to directly set up an altar around the other party, and rely on ritual magic to completely eliminate the "death grudge", and the other is to use other occult means to find out the source of the problem and solve the problem fundamentally.

Considering the rule of "try not to let ordinary people know about the existence of extraordinary powers", Crane planned to try the second method first, and then pray to the goddess if it didn't work.

"Sir, you're mentally ill, mentally ill. He looked at Deville and was talking nonsense.

Sir de Ville frowned, and asked rhetorically:

"You mean, I'm mentally ill and need to go to an insane asylum?"

"No, it's not that serious, in fact most people have some kind of psychological and spiritual problems. Klein casually reassured, "Allow me to reintroduce myself, I'm a psychologist at the Ahowa County Police Department." ”

"Psychologist?" DeVille and his butler looked at their acquaintance, Inspector Toller.

Toller nodded solemnly, indicating that this was indeed the case.

"Well, what do I need to do to accompany the treatment? And I don't understand why my butler, my bodyguard, and my servant can hear the crying and moaning......" DeVille grasped the cane in both hands, his expression puzzled.

Klein replied professionally:

"I'll explain it to you afterwards. ”

"Please ask your butler, your servants, and your bodyguards to go out, Inspector Toller, Sergeant Gate, please leave with you, I need a quiet environment for the initial treatment. ”

"Healing" with spells...... Inspector Toller silently added a word to him, and nodded to Sir de Ville.

Deville was silent for more than ten seconds and said:

"Karen, you take them to the living room on the second floor and wait. ”

"Yes, sir. Cullen, the butler, did not refute it, because it was a full-fledged police officer, probationary inspector, and psychologist who made the request.

Seeing them leave in turn and close the door, Klein looked at Deville, who had dark blond hair and blue eyes, and said:

"Sir, please lie down in bed, relax, and try to sleep. ”

“...... Good. Deville hung his coat and hat on the coat rack, walked slowly to the edge of the bed, and lay down.

Klein pulled the curtains all back, darkening the room.

He untied the pendant, quickly made a simple judgment of good luck and evil with the "spirit pendulum", and then sat down on the rocking chair not far from the end of the bed, sketched the ball of light, and entered meditation, so that the spiritual world could be displayed in front of him.

Immediately afterward, he leaned back in his chair and fell into a deep sleep, allowing his astral body to come into contact with the outside world.

He is using the technique of "dream divination" to "communicate" with the resentment that entangles Sir de Ville in a dream-like spiritual environment.

Only by communicating can we get answers and solve problems!

Woooooo

Sad weeping lingered in Klein's ears, and he "saw" one after another pale white transparent figures emerge around him.

Lotus, Lotus, Lotus, a groan of pain came, and Crane, who had barely regained his ability to think, stretched out his right hand and touched it towards one of them.

Huo Ran, the figures turned into moths that put out the fire, and threw them at him one after another.

Crane's eyes blurred sharply, and his head seemed to have been split in half, half calmly scrutinizing, half seeing the "mirror".

In the "mirror" is a sturdy young girl dressed as a worker, walking through a dusty factory, her head throbbing for a while.

Her vision blurred at times, and her body was getting thinner and thinner.

It was as if she heard someone calling her Charlotte and saying that she was suffering from general hysteria.

Hysteria? She looked in the mirror and saw a plausible blue line on her gums.

......

As soon as the "camera" turned, Crane seemed to see it again, incarnated into a girl named Marie.

She also walked in the lead factory, young and lively.

Suddenly, half of her cheeks began to twitch continuously, followed by the arms and legs on the same side.

"You've got epilepsy. She heard someone say this in her convulsions.

She collapsed with convulsions, becoming more and more violent, and finally lost consciousness.

......

Another girl, she was sullen and stupid and wandered around the streets, and even had a language barrier.

She had a terrible headache, her gums had blue lines, and she had convulsions from time to time.

She met a doctor who said:

"Laverti, you're under the influence of lead. ”

The doctor looked at her with pity, watched her twitch again, several times in a row, and watched as her eyes lost all sparkle.

......

Images unfolded in Crane's mind, half immersed, half calmly observed.

Suddenly, he completely understood what happened to these girls:

They were women workers who had been exposed to lead white and dust for a long time, and they died of lead poisoning.

Sir de Ville happened to have a lead factory and two ceramics factories under his name, all employing relatively cheap female workers!

Klein "watched" all this in silence, feeling that there was only one thing left to figure out:

Such "death resentment" is very small, and even if it accumulates in number, it is unlikely to have any effect on reality, on Deville.

Unless, unless, there is a stronger, more persistent resentment that turns them into a whole.

Just then, he "saw" another girl.

The girl, no more than eighteen years old, was glazing porcelain in the factory.

"How are you doing, Haleyet, and do you feel any headaches, and if so, tell me that Sir de Ville has stipulated that those with severe headaches must no longer come into contact with lead, and must leave the factory. An older woman asked with concern.

Hayliet touched her forehead and replied with a smile:

"A little, it's fine. ”

"Then tell me tomorrow if it's serious. The older woman admonished.

Hayliet agreed, and returned home, pressing her forehead from time to time.

She saw her parents and brothers returning from outside, and saw their faces full of sadness.

"Your father and brother are unemployed...... her mother said with tears in her eyes.

Her father and brother hung their heads and whispered:

"We'll go to the dock to find things to do. ”

"But we don't even have the bread money for the day after tomorrow...... Maybe we'll have to move to the innermost part of the lower street......" Helye's mother looked at her with red eyes, "when will you get paid? It's 10 sucks, right?"

Hayliet pinched her forehead again:

"Well, Saturday, Saturday. ”

She didn't say anything more, was quiet as usual, and returned to the factory the next day to tell the supervisor that the headache was healed and that there was no problem.

She smiled and walked 5 kilometers to work every day, then 5 kilometers home, rubbing her head more and more frequently.

"Haven't you found a job yet?" Hayliet looked at the brown bread boiled in the soup and couldn't help but ask her father and brother.

Her father said in distress:

"Recently, there has been a downturn, many places have laid off staff, and even the docks have to work for a day off, and you can only get 3 sules and 7 pence a week. ”

Hayliet sighed and said nothing, quiet as always, just quietly hiding her left hand, which had suddenly twitched, behind her.

The next day, she walked to work again, the sun slowly brightened, and the pedestrians on the street gradually changed from fewer to more.

Suddenly, she convulsed, her whole body convulsing.

She collapsed on the side of the road, foaming at the mouth.

She looked at the sky, her vision began to blur, she saw people coming and going, she saw people approaching, she saw a carriage passing by, she saw the white dove coat of arms of the Deville family spreading its wings.

She tried to open her mouth, but couldn't make any sound.

So, she still didn't say anything, just as quiet as usual.

But unlike usual, she died.