In the carriage, there was an inspector with a national face.

Everyone introduced themselves, and then the conversation quickly turned to the case.

"Yesterday there was a horrific suicide at the Golden Pig Hotel in the West End, and the impact was very bad. So we pressed the newspaper for the time being and didn't let them report it. ”

The inspector with the face of the national character circulated information while stating the case to them.

"The deceased had a two-hour hourly room at the hotel. But two hours later, when the waiter went to clean the room, his body was found. ”

What reached Grandin was a photograph.

The man in the photo has a face of great pain. His chest and abdomen were dissected. There are also symbols of unknown meaning written on the floor in blood.

Grandin did not find a part of his memory that could correspond to the symbol.

The whole scene looks like the scene of an evil god sacrifice. Grandin touched his lower back, glad he had a revolver with him when he went out.

He passed the picture to Lorota, and took a copy of the document from Captain El.

Al had finished reading all the materials, and he began to talk to the Inspector.

"It is understandable that this kind of case should not be known to the public until everything is known, so as not to cause panic. But you just said he committed suicide? ”

The inspector with the face of the national character sighed, his eyes were bloodshot after staying up all night, and he said:

"Here's where things get in trouble. No matter how we investigated, the result was that this gentleman committed suicide. No one had been to his room for two hours, and his suicide note was still on the table at the scene. So I'd like to ask you to go and see if there are any unnatural factors that have influenced this incident. ”

Grandin looked at the documents in his hand: the deceased Roger Holman, 27 years old, unmarried, journalist. Worked for the Bakerland Post. No debts, no bad habits. Every week, a portion of his salary was mailed back to his hometown in Morton County, and his father died young, leaving his mother alone.

"Just looking at this information, it's hard to believe that this man would commit suicide. Especially when he still has a mother to support...... "Grandin didn't say anything dead, but he thought it was very likely that the Extraordinary would intervene.

"yes, we haven't messaged his mother yet......"

The Inspector's tone was heavy.

"Don't worry, we'll find out." Lorota returned the information to the Inspector, and there was a hint of seriousness in her expression.

They came to the Golden Pig Hotel and found it still open.

When the body was found, the horrific scene made the waiter in charge of cleaning go crazy on the spot, and the owner of the hotel paid a lot of money for medical expenses. If we seal the hotel again, then the innkeeper will also go crazy. ”

The inspector said helplessly.

Although the hotel was not closed, the business of the hotel was still affected, the flow of customers decreased significantly, and the waiters were also uneasy.

"Don't pity him. After the accident, we specifically investigated, although the owner of the hotel had nothing to do with the case, he and the gangs in the East Side were not clear, and maybe he was lending usury. ”

The Inspector led them up to the second floor, where there was a room on the right side that had been cordoned off.

When they tore through the cordon, they found that the tables, chairs, and beds in the room had been moved to the corner, and a chalk figure had been drawn on the empty central floor, surrounded by large clumps of blood.

"We didn't move anywhere except for the corpse, and the rest is up to you."

The inspector left the room and closed the door. It's not the first time he's worked with a night watcher, and he knows exactly what he's capable of doing now.

Al reached into his trench coat as Lorota closed her eyes.

"The room was very clean, I didn't feel anything." Lorotta finished and looked at Grandin.

"I have no warning in my spirit."

Grandin nodded in reply.

He had even turned on his vision, but he found nothing but a bit of glare from the blood on the ground.

Al then took his hand out of his trench coat.

"Lorota, you try psychic, Grandin, you rely on the instinct of the 'monster' to see if there are any clues that have been missed nearby."

After Al finished speaking, he began to help Lorota arrange the psychic ritual. He walked around the room, and the spiritual wall separated the inside and outside.

The wind began to blow in the quiet room; The smell of incense begins to appear. In the whispered chant of Lorota, the gates of the realm of the dead seem to open.

Grandin began to look around in the mist of smoke from the ritual candles.

The windows are locked from the inside, and the beds show no signs of use. Silk top hats and coats are hung on coat racks. On the desk are suicide notes, identification documents, press cards, and neatly stacked shirts.

The logic of the suicide note is clear, and he gives an account of the unfinished work; arranging their own inheritance; I even paid off my gas bill for the month.

Considering that Roger had only been in the hourly room for two hours, the body was found two hours later by the waiter who came to clean it. So he didn't stop for almost a moment, calm enough to brutally kill himself.

There was only one sentence in the suicide note that made him care, 'I opened my eyes and saw only darkness, and justice never came.'" ’

But the scattered clues could not restore the truth, sensing Grandin's thoughts, and on the back of his hand, the emblem of fate began to circulate.

His overly high inspiration began to spark through his mind like electric sparks, and images began to appear in front of him.

He saw a man with a thin build, but a face as resolute as steel.

"Mr. Roger, you have to help us, the factory has cut the weekly salary again!"

"Okay, I'll figure it out, please tell me more about your situation."

In the evening, the man was writing at his desk: 'In Beckland, the average worker is being exploited 3 sules a week...... I appeal to ......'

The screen flashed.

"Idiot! He's undercover! Kill him! ”

Grandin saw Roger running wild on a rainy night, and in his arms was a shivering child. Behind him, there were several men with knives.

The next day's newspaper reported that the gang of human traffickers led by Teucer had all been arrested.

Grandin sees Roger writing at the post office –

'The beauty who fiddles with the daffodils on the balcony, your unsuccessful son sends a greeting. Except for the seldom time I get sun, I'm all right in Beckland......

Suddenly, all the images in front of Grandin suddenly shattered, and he returned to the Golden Pig Hotel.

"No, it's been too long, there's no spirit in the room to talk to."

He heard Lorota's voice in frustration.

No, ma'am. Your psychic ritual was successful.

Grandin was silent.

In a world that only he could see, the shattered images burned into pieces of black ash that threw themselves into his body without hesitation.

In the "numerology" space, it seems that it has snowed. And in Grandin's eyes, there was a fire burning.