Performing two divination in a row made the time for this psychic seem extraordinarily long.

By the time Grandin removed the spiritual wall, the nature of the 'serial killer' had been fully revealed.

The drop of blood hung in the air, and Grandin, who had just performed divination, was extremely spiritually active at this time, and he sensed the evil and bloodthirsty desires contained in it with a little perception.

Even this drop of blood is trying to influence him and provoke his negative emotions. But after a series of battles and marathon runs, Grandin is now left with only soreness. He just wanted to sleep next to the fluffy pillow and didn't want to pay attention to it at all.

Captain Al stepped forward and quickly contained the drops of blood in a cigarette case:

"Very well, this matter is over, and we have accumulated another meritorious service. Gran, it seems like you've been channeling a bit long just now, have you found anything? ”

Grandin organized the language and said:

"The operation was a success, and all the members of this criminal gang have been arrested. But the 'serial killer' has accepted a murder commission, and it seems that he did all the unclued murders a while ago. He should still have a list in his hand, and if he can find it, we can confirm it. But unfortunately, I didn't see where he put the list when I was divining. ”

The captain of the seventh group stared blankly at Grandin until the cigarette burned his fingers, and then came back to his senses in pain:

"Your divination is so clear? My team members often only see superficial imagery when divination, and they often make mistakes when interpreting them! ”

It seemed that he had seen someone else's child for the first time.

Al stood between Grandin and the captain as he closed the lid of the cigarette case:

"The extraordinaire of the criminal pathway is best at dealing with incriminating evidence and covering up deeds. If they hadn't been in a hurry to get out of town this time, we wouldn't have caught them at all...... We could try to torture the people we captured earlier, but I think the evidence should have been disposed of by him. ”

The placement and torture of the follow-up personnel took another hour, and Borgia, who did not get a chance to perform, enthusiastically took over the errand.

Lorota's injuries on his hands were also dealt with. The medical staff from Team 7 said that if it is handled properly, it will not leave a scar. Grandin was relieved to find that Lorota, who had been keeping her face strained.

The steam train will not run at night, but fortunately, the logistical support of the night watchman has also arrived, and they have brought vacant wagons.

So they ran overnight to the stronghold where the gang of criminals confessed to search. But there's nothing left here but a rent reminder.

Finally, after discussions, the two teams decided to launch a joint investigation with the National Police Agency. The Church of Storm, Steam, and Mechanics also made a notification.

But none of the tedious work was Grandin, who stopped a 24-hour public carriage on the side of the East End and returned to his home.

By the time he got home, the hands on his pocket watch had crawled until half past five in the morning, and he even had a photo with Mrs. Celine, who was an early riser.

After a brief wash, Grandin, who was both physically and mentally at the limit, soon fell asleep on the four-poster bed in his room.

He didn't eat breakfast on Thursday and slept until noon.

After waking up, he wore his unkempt hair and went to the restaurant to start eating the leftover sandwiches from the morning.

"Sir, you're going to attend the launching ceremony of the ironclad in the afternoon?"

Cosette asked softly as she took the freshly brewed coffee.

"Yes, the ceremony will start at 3 p.m., so you don't have to wait for me for dinner today."

The exhaustion of staying up late is not something that can be recovered immediately after a sleep, and Grandin feels that his mind is still a little muddy.

He's also chewing more and slower because he eats lettuce and peas in his sandwich?

When he came home in the morning, he did seem to smell the smell of stew at the kitchen door, and it seemed that these were ingredients that had not been used last night.

"It looks like Mrs. Celine's family is going to visit today. She's been discussing with a group of wives what style of dress to wear to go out these days. ”

Cosette added powdered sugar to the coffee in the usual amount.

Grandin opened the newspaper, which, as expected, was overwhelmed with news about ironclads. He took out a small silver spoon and stirred it in his coffee:

"But I remember that only the nobles, members of the House of Commons, and officers were invited."

Too many people would cause confusion, and His Majesty had no intention of rejoicing with the people. In Grandin's eyes, inviting the powerful people of Beckland to attend the ceremony was more like a king flexing his muscles.

It's a deterrent, he's asserting his power.

"They seem to be going to Antlers. Mrs. Celine said that her husband had heard the news and that the ironclad would pass there. ”

Cosette added some more milk to the coffee, which swirled and turned light brown.

Antlers ...... Grandin remembered that it was close to the sea and adjacent to the port of Prieze, and it was indeed possible for the ironclad to pass through there.

But the ceremony took place on Oak Island, about 10 kilometers from Antlerstown.

"Oh, our King is still not considerate of his people."

Grandin took a sip of coffee at just the right temperature, no longer caring about his neighbor, and began to flip through the newspaper.

By 12 noon, he had a brief shower and began to dress himself in the cloakroom.

He put on a plain black full-color tuxedo in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, and the single-row buttons on the suit were buttoned with a silk wrap. Inside is a white shirt and a black waistcoat.

The evening trousers are also the same in black, with reversible braided straps, two parallel silk straps, outside the side seams.

His leather shoes had just been oiled, and everything was perfect except for his slightly pale face.

He streamlined his belongings and placed a revolver in a pouch under his armpit, filled with doom ammunition. Ancient gold coins and flesh badges were placed in his chest pocket, and various ritual materials he did not bring this time.

Finally he brushed his hair back, put on a top hat, and went out with a silver-encrusted cane in his hand.

First, he's going to the Hall family villa in Queens to check on his students' schoolwork. Then take the steam train to Plitz Harbor and catch the ferry to Oak Island.

It was okay when I went, and I was able to do it in an orderly manner. But when he returned, considering the citizens of Beckland who had gone to watch the ceremony spontaneously, Grandin had a hunch that the road back would not be so easy.

……

In the Hall family's grand villa, Grandin walked to the classroom, and when he met a passing servant, he would greet him politely.

The brass grip of the classroom door has some traces of time. He opened the door, and the crisp, energetic voice of his student was the first to run into his ears—

"In the name of the Hall family, I command you to wake up!"

A crimson glow swept across the room, and Grandin's somewhat rusty brain came to mind.

"Ah, it's today......"