Lumien, who had succeeded in his second attempt, finished the ceremony, cleaned up the wooden table, took out Aurore's sorcery notes, and flipped through the corresponding parts by the light of the calcium carbide lamp.

In less than a quarter of an hour, he had a premonition, raised his head, and set his eyes on the window.

There lay a folded piece of stationery.

"So fast?" Lumian reached out in amazement and took the letter.

The reply from "Hela", vice president of the Curly Baboon Research Association, arrived earlier than he expected.

Lumian unfolded the letter and skimmed through the highly decorative words: "I'm sorry to hear this, I've had a bad feeling since Muggles were absent from last month's party. ”

There are too many dangers in this world, and sometimes, we can't avoid them unless we can control all the people around us.

If you wish, you can tell me what happened to the Muggles, and I don't need to go into great detail, just give me a general situation......

From the point of view that you can summon my messenger, you must have also stepped into the transcendent path, I don't know if your sister told you that this means that you will always be in the company of danger and madness, but it is necessary to remind you of the word, restraint and caution for our shipmates who take the lamp. In a word, restraint and prudence are our best friends.

After that, you can write to me if you have any doubts about the occult, and although I am not known for my knowledge, I can also answer many questions.

Muggles and I have only met twice in the last year, mainly discussing things in the otherworldly realm.

What struck me was that she had mentioned that one of her friends had been affected by a strange dream, that she wanted to find a solution, and that if necessary, she wanted to get a real psychiatrist to treat her......

Lumi quietly read Hela's reply, her muscles stretching and twisting.

Aurore is really looking for a solution to her strange nightmare!

Lumian calmed down and considered how to reply.

At this moment, he suddenly froze.

Combined with Ms. Susie's description, the real psychiatrist should refer to a certain sequence of the audience's pathway......

Only those who are good at this field can make it possible for me to stop dreaming of that world filled with gray fog......

There's nothing wrong with this in itself, but here's the problem: the path is recorded in Aurore's sorcery notes for the audience only!

And she obviously knew that the psychiatrist Lumien immediately remembered the two dialogues in the dream: the second was that Orore had mentioned it, and he knew the sequence and sequence of all the pathways, and had a certain understanding of them.

Psychiatrists are often associated with hypnosis, and hypnotists are most likely also audiences, and a certain sequence of the path may even be higher than the psychiatrist Auroel did not record the corresponding sequence and sequence of the audience's path in his witchcraft notes......

Lumien's expression became rather solemn, with a little twisted excitement.

After a few days, he finally found something wrong with Aurel's witchcraft notes!

And now, Hela's reply confirms from the side that Aurel really knows one or several sequences behind the audience's pathway, and has a certain understanding of the corresponding abilities.

Why didn't Aurore write this down in her witchcraft notes?

What is the secret behind this anomaly?

Lumian pulled out a blank piece of paper and spoke in a sad and cheerful voice.

In less than a minute, he put pen to paper: "Dear Lady Hela, this is the thing...... Because I don't know the real situation of that disaster, I lost some of my memory. ”

If you can help me keep an eye on Ji Xiaomu, Bene. I would be extremely grateful for the whereabouts of Pualisted, Rockfort and others, whose physical traits can be obtained directly from the official wanted warrants.

Finally, there is a question, I wonder which real psychiatrist the Muggles wanted to hire at the time?

Lumian set up the altar again, summoned the silver skull, and handed the letter to it.

Again, within a quarter of an hour, he received a second reply from Hela.

Without comparing the enthusiasm of Miss Magician and Miss Hela's responses, Lumian quickly read the letter: "I can feel your grief, and I can understand your desire to investigate the truth and find the murderer to complete revenge. I am friends with Muggles, and I will help you within my power, including but not limited to finding those people. ”

I can also offer you a new way of looking into this matter, as far as I know, Muggle parents and other family members are supposed to be alive in this world, she has been away from them for some reason, and she is afraid to return to Trier, and I am not sure if there is anything wrong with them, if they have come into contact with the cult believers.

I don't know which psychiatrist Muggles were looking for at the time, there are many real psychologists within our organization, and many of the parties I and Muggles attend don't coincide, so I'll help you ask the members who have crossed paths with her to see if you can get the answers you want......

I will hide for you that the Muggle is dead before this matter is investigated......

If you move in the future, remember to summon my messenger again, so that I don't have to contact you if I get the information......

After reading it, Lumian was silent for a long time, and exhaled slowly, he initially imagined that Miss Hella would invite him to join the Curly Baboon Research Society and take Aureor's place, so that he could better investigate who was the psychiatrist that Oroel wanted to invite, but now it seems that the organization is very cautious about recruiting new members, and may even have to meet certain characteristics to be eligible to be the subject of assessment, such as Oroel mentioned that he can't go back to his hometown, maybe Ms. Hella is now observing me, and the assessment ......

Lumian comforted himself and sat back down, continuing to study Aurore's sorcery notes.

As for Aurore's original family, he had no clue.

Wednesday evening, White Coats Street.

Dressed in a gray-blue worker's uniform and a dark blue and almost black cap, Lumien knocked on the door of Ostatrul.

I'm also keeping my promises more than you think.

Lumien walked into the room, took out Filkin's bills and coins, and handed them to Aosta.

A gang leader died.

Dead Baron Brill, as well as Baron Gichaum, Baron Pierre, as long as the Savoyard gang is still there, you have to pay back the loan sharks you owe.

Aosta's expression fell.

It didn't take long for him to get Lumian into a public carriage for 30 kopes each, and it took him nearly an hour to find a place in the carriage from the honest man's market district on the south bank of the Sailun Left River to the boulevard district on the north bank of the Seren Left River, which is the 8th arrondissement.

It is the heart of the entire Republic of Tellurium, the Palace of Fraternity, where the president officed, the Grand Palace where Russell the Great used to live, and various newspaper offices, surrounded by high-end residences.

Lumien had read in the newspapers before that the average rent in this area was 4,000 filkins per year, or about 74 filkins per week, and the price could even reach tens of thousands.

"Mr. K is calling everyone together in the Boulevard District?"

Seeing that there was no one in the public carriage, Lumian asked Aosta in a suppressed voice.

Aosta laughed, "It always has been. The headquarters of the magazines "Psychic" and "Upanishads" are also located in the Boulevard District. ”

You know how to hide...... Lumian looked out the window on the wide, smooth avenue, behind the plane trees lined up neatly on the side of the street, with elegant shapes and light colors.

Shortly before 8:50 a.m., Aosta led Lumien into the luxurious six-storey off-white house at 19 Scheer Street.

This is the headquarters of Psychic Magazine, but they only have the top three floors.

Aosta didn't go upstairs and turned into the corridor on the right side of the ground floor.

"Okay." Lumian lowered his head and pressed his hat, not knowing what he was busy with.

In the next second, Lumian raised his head, his face wrapped in layers of white bandages, revealing only his eyes, nostrils, and ears.

Seeing this, Aosta's heart almost stopped.