Grandin's eyes were shadowed, and he slowed down. 'Numerology' began to guide him, allowing him to sink part of his mind into himself. After he followed his instincts and burned his spirit, his whole being seemed to be torn in half.

Half remained in the real world, walking in the hotel hallways as usual; Half of it came to the Black Lake, in that special space.

His spirituality began to slowly drain.

He saw the foreign black ash swirling around the "Numerology Tree", and finally they contracted and condensed into a hexahedral crystal. It floats on the surface of the lake, and the dead branches of the trees want to catch it.

Is this the culmination of good luck?

The crystals began to spin slowly according to his will. It's like a projector, and each side shows a good deed that Roger has done in his life.

He was indeed a good man. But the way the world is like this, and not all good people are rewarded.

Grandin thought with a heavy heart.

At this moment, the hexahedron crystal suddenly froze, and it got stuck in the last image - Roger was lying on the floor, staring at the sky with empty eyes, and there was a large amount of blood under him.

Find Roger and fulfill his last wish!

When it's all over, he'll have access to his entire 'legacy', the fruit of fate.

This is the news from "numerology".

"Heh, even if you don't get anything, I'll help! It's what I want it to be! ”

Without the "numerology" reminder, Grandin is determined to stage a revenge drama.

And now, he wanted to hear Roger's wish first.

But Roger is dead, does finding Roger mean finding his spirit?

Yes, Roger's strong emotions at the time of his death must have left a spiritual residue, and if not here, it would certainly be somewhere in reality!

Grandin, who had figured everything out, decisively exited the space.

"Captain, I want to go to the bathroom before I go back."

Grandin spoke up, interrupting the conversation between Al and the Inspector.

"Okay, we'll be waiting for you in the carriage." Al didn't look into it, after all, it was normal to solve personal problems. He and the Inspector continued downstairs.

Grantin reflexively walked to the public bathroom on the inside of the second floor.

After confirming that both Al and the Inspector had disappeared around the corner of the stairs, he hurried back to the door of the room where Roger had committed suicide.

He carefully tore off the reattached cordon tape and dodged into the room.

There was still a faint smell of blood in the room, and the smell of ritual incense.

Grandin ignored them and began to do a quick divination.

"Roger Holman Position."

"Roger Holman Position."

After repeating this seven times, he closed his eyes and entered the spirit realm.

In a trance, he saw the hospital morgue, where Roger was lying on a cart covered with a white cloth.

Not here.

With his thoughts, the picture changed.

This time he saw himself divining in the Golden Pig Hotel with his eyes closed, and the large blood stain at his feet was very glaring.

Not here either.

The picture changes again.

He saw a three-story house with an attic, and the bushes around it were untended and growing wildly. It looks very familiar, just like ...... My home?

Grandin woke up and withdrew from the divination state.

"How did his resentment come to my house...... That Soul Gathering Circle! ”

He suddenly realized that resentment would attract each other and gather, not to mention that he had set up a soul-gathering circle for his curiosity.

Not good!

He hurriedly ripped off his pocket watch, letting it hang in the air, and then his eyes deepened, his gaze reserved.

"Cosette is in danger."

"Cosette is in danger."

After stating it seven times, he entered the spirit realm and let his astral spirits search for answers.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that the pocket watch was spinning counterclockwise.

Rotate clockwise for affirmation, and counterclockwise for negative.

"Fortunately, it seems that there is no danger at home for the time being."

He breathed a sigh of relief, and his pounding heart began to calm down. If Cosette was in danger because of his own mistakes, which led to the birth of a murderous spirit, then he would not forgive himself.

But I don't have any problems, I still have to go home as soon as possible.

He quickly cleaned up the traces he had inflicted and put the cordon back in place.

By the time he got downstairs, everyone else was already waiting in the carriage.

"Sorry, I was a little nervous about my first mission." Grandin got into the carriage and sat down by the door.

"This kind of task is really a bit too exciting for newcomers." Lorota, who was sitting next to him, patted him on the shoulder in understanding.

Grandin smelled tobacco on her body.

"There shouldn't be anything else going on today, where do you live? Maybe we can send you back to rest first. Al asked calmly.

With that, he turned his head to the Inspector.

The inspector nodded, "No problem, just talk to the driver." ”

Grandin, who finally didn't have to think of an excuse to leave early, didn't refuse.

After thanking him, he knocked on the transparent glass in front of the car, and after attracting the driver's attention, he reported his home address.

The carriage was soon at 211 Baker Street.

"You actually live in such a big house?" Lorota's mouth snorted.

Al wasn't surprised.

"Because real estate is the most stable investment, I simply bought one." Grandin replied with a smile, "Would you like to come down for a cup of tea?" ”

"Next time, we'll have to go back and write a report on the operation. Don't worry, I'll help you make up a field application form. Al declined the invitation to tea, and Lorotta looked very regretful.

Grandin looked out and watched the carriage drive past the corner.

"Sir, how did you get out of the police car?"

Grandin was stunned for a moment, and he saw Cosette standing in the doorway, dressed in a maid's outfit with a headscarf wrapped around her head, and holding a basket and gardening scissors in her hands.

"I'm ...... Detective. Grandin gave up on himself and continued, "It's normal for a detective to be hired by a police officer. ”

"Oh."

Cosette didn't ask anything more, she stepped on the low stool and began to trim the bushes in front of the house.

The name of the detective is too good to use.

Grandin began to wonder whether to ask the captain for a detective license, but after thinking about it, it didn't seem to affect him from impersonating a detective.

"Cosette, is there anything going on at home?"

As he spoke, he had turned on his vision. He found that Cosette was brightly colored, had no disease, and was just lacking in nutrition. The mood is also skewed towards joy and relaxation.

It doesn't seem to be haunted by resentment.

"Mrs. Celine Arsin had come to visit, but you had already left, sir. She said she would come back tomorrow. ”

Cosette gestured with the scissors, as if considering how to trim.

"Mrs. Celine Yasen?"

Grandin stopped, he didn't know the man.

"Looks like our neighbors."

Cosette recalled.

"Okay, I'll stay home tomorrow." Before Grandin walked through the door, he thought that as a consultant, it was as if he didn't have to go to work all weekend.

The room at the top of the stairs on the second floor was still locked.

He reached out and grabbed the doorknob and waited for a while, but the spirit didn't react in particular.

So, as he had done last time, he turned on his vision and walked into the room.

"Whew-woo-woo——!"