The information obtained through the Emblem of Destiny could not be directly revealed, and Grandin had to find other options. Fortunately, as a 'monster' with a high level of spirituality, he is also good at divination.

"Captain, if you can't find a spirit, we can try divination." Grandin suggested.

"Good way, but we're not good at it...... You mean you can do divination? Al asked.

"I can try."

He loosened his bow tie to keep his body comfortable and his mood relaxed.

He then picks up Roger's suicide note as a medium, which is the item that Roger has the most connection to himself before his death.

He closed his eyes......

"Wait, don't you need any preparation?" Lorota asked, surprised.

She held candles and incense in her hands.

Grandin thought for a moment, shook his head, and said:

"I think so, it's easy for me, I don't need extra help." He appropriately shows his differences.

The spiritual world overlaps with the real world without interfering with each other, and it takes extraordinary power to break this gap, but he is special. 'Fate' will not help him to isolate him from pollution and prying eyes, and at the same time, no one else can refuse 'Fate' to visit.

This made it extremely easy for him to enter the spirit realm, and so did the astral boundary, but he had no plans to explore the astral realm for the time being.

He continued his divination.

"The cause of Roger's death."

"The cause of Roger's death."

Grandin whispered seven times before closing his eyes and sitting in his chair. As soon as he entered the meditation, the spirit realm immediately appeared before his eyes. He used Roger's suicide note as a link, and then let go of his star spirit body in the spirit world to get as much information as possible.

The black ash that was thrown into the "numerology tree" strengthened his bond with Roger, allowing the two to have their fates intersect.

He soon saw the picture.

Roger seemed to be pinned to the ground, struggling and Grandin's vision shook violently.

Grandin barely could see what appeared to be an apartment.

Shiny leather shoes walked up to him.

"Roger, Mr. Roger, you're really going to cause me trouble."

The voice was flirtatious and malicious.

Seeing that he couldn't break free, Roger shouted:

"What do you want? You're a fraud! The power of attorney and information are all fake! It's a wasteland, there are no mines at all, I'm going to report you to the police! I have proof! ”

"Evidence? Is that what you mean? ”

A pair of unproductive hands grabbed Roger's head and twisted his face in the other direction.

There, a pompously dressed man clutched a bag of papers. He smiled at Roger and snapped his fingers, and the bag burned violently in his hand like a set of haystacks on fire.

"No !!"

Roger roared.

But the man ignored him, and with a flick of his wrist, the flame turned into a rose again, and then he put his hands together, and the rose vanished, and so did the evidence.

This bizarre method surprised Roger.

"What is this, what is this!"

"Mr. Roger, the world is far more complicated than you think. And as long as you have money, you can make your life more exciting. You can go and report the crime, but I think this friend of mine will have a few more corpses in the gutter.

As for me...... You see, as long as I change places and names, I can still live a very chic life. But your old mother is different, I remember she was at 37 Sycamore Road, County Morton? ”

The man who spoke crouched down and patted Roger on the face, and Grandin saw a bright red tie.

"Don't do that...... It has nothing to do with her! Roger's words seemed to be squeezed between his teeth.

"Ha, hahaha. Mr. Roger, it's not up to you, so please be quiet. I'm in my business, and you're your journalist, so it's good for everybody......"

The screen begins to fast-forward as Roger begins to go crazy collecting legends, visiting the able-bodied, looking for all the help he could possibly find, but finding nothing.

He found a corner of the transcendent world, but the transcendent only brought him helplessness and despair. He hit a wall again and again, and finally he was disheartened.

The picture flashed, and Grandin saw Bard.

They sit in an office.

"Hello, Mr. Roger, you look very haggard and you need a doctor." Bud said.

"I'm just a little bit insomnia. Sorry, but your friend commissioned the survey...... I'm not done yet. Roger finished with difficulty.

"Hey...... My friend was always suspicious. In fact, I came to revoke the commission, I sold the house, and I can live for the time being. And my friend him, he committed suicide. ”

Roger looked up suddenly, "He's dead?" He's dead! ”

"He lost everything, maybe death was a relief for him."

Bud got up, put on his hat and left.

Only Roger was left muttering to himself in the office, "I hurt it, it's all my harm......"

The screen switches, in the room, the tables, chairs and beds are piled up in the corner, this is the Golden Pig Hotel!

Roger takes off his hat, takes off his coat, and folds his shirt.

He started shaving in front of the mirror.

"I can't be quiet, as you said, it's my responsibility to have any casualties."

"That magical power...... I can't help you, and the police can't help you. But there is always someone who can sanction you! ”

"Just get their attention and attract those who can stand up to you......"

His gaze was fixed on the knife by the pool.

"I'm sorry, Mom ......"

The picture shakes and fades away.

Grandin opened his eyes.

"How's it going, did the divination succeed?"

Al noticed Grandin's awakening and asked with concern.

"Yes, it worked."

Grandin's tone was low, and he told Roger's story.

An oppressive atmosphere spreads through the squad.

There was silence for a long time before Al spoke:

"I'll tell the inspector the news, and it's up to them to see what happens, your divination can't be used as evidence."

"Then we ......" Grandin could finish his sentence when he was interrupted by Lorota.

"Are we just watching? It only takes one shot to make that crumb......" she pulled out her long-barreled pistol.

"Lorota!"

Al stopped her, and he stared at Grandin with a heavy gaze and said:

"Did Roger commit suicide?"

Grandin only felt that the words were stuck in his throat, and finally replied with difficulty,

"Yes."

"We can monitor the extraordinary people around Charles, but we shouldn't take action against Charles, fraud is the job of the police."

Al's eyes were dark, and he continued, "Russell once said, 'Let the gods return to God, and the emperor's to the emperor!'" It's the same for us, let the transcendent return to the extraordinary. We should not meddle in the joys and sorrows of ordinary people...... We can't handle it. ”

......

"That's how it happened." Al is talking to the Inspector.

Lorota was not in high spirits, she had already gone downstairs. Grandin pretended to sort out his hat and fell behind.

"I see, it seems that Roger did commit suicide. Charles Pounds is suspected of fraud...... We'll look into the case. The inspector held a notebook in his hand, taking notes.

"But this Mr. Charles is well-known in the North End, he is a native of Fursack, and his hasty arrest may lead to international disputes...... It's hard to ...... if you want to control him."

Grandin crossed them.

"Mr. Roger, I can't give you the justice you want, but I don't know if you like the gift of 'revenge'."