The voice rang out in the psychic hall, through the narrow hallway, and into Sheriff Lauk's ears.

The sheriff stopped and turned, his face solemnly bathed in bright sunlight, his eyes like falcons looking at Arthur, who was shrouded in shadows in the small hall deep in the hallway, but smiling.

Brightness and darkness intertwine as the two look at each other.

Seriousness and smile collide with each other.

At some point, a damp breeze blew into South Los and into Kirk Street, and the salty breeze of the sea swept the sheriff's robe, blew over the scarlet paintings, and then lifted the ends of Arthur's hair like a ball of blood between the two.

"Are you okay?"

Sergeant Laugh said coldly.

Arthur didn't answer immediately, and the young medium made a gesture of listening.

Seeing this scene, reporter Scott's eyes lit up.

"Psychic!"

He exclaimed.

But he immediately reacted inappropriately, and immediately covered his mouth.

But such a voice has already spread to the ears of everyone present.

The hired Vontel and Wiggins looked at Arthur with horror in their eyes, but there was a trace of irrepressible curiosity.

Malinda. Julius. Caesar was completely attracted to Arthur at this moment.

The lady's good-looking blue eyes were full of inquiry.

Only Lauk, who had been staring at Arthur, was different.

The sheriff's eyes flashed with coldness, and his stiff face was no longer just serious, but more of an inexplicable coldness, and his words were extremely unkind.

"Credos's liar, what are you doing?"

Arthur remained deaf.

As he listened, he nodded and frowned.

Eventually, a sigh was heard.

"I see!"

A look of sadness and sympathy appeared on Arthur's face, his voice became low, and he asked to the side, "You want me to help you?" ”

"But......

Well, as you wish! ”

With these words, Arthur stood up, walked to the bookshelf to the side, took the Ouija board from the side of the shelf, and placed it on the desk.

Since the Ouija board is rectangular, when it is placed on the desk, the fire gun that was placed on the table before was placed on the top of the desk by Arthur, far away from Arthur, and it is parallel to the rectangular Ouija board.

This Ouija board is completely wooden, not small in area, but only less than a centimeter thick, if it were not written on it with ten numbers of '0-9', basic letters, and two answers of 'yes' and 'no', it would be like a thin piece of wood.

The whole set of Ouija boards, in addition to the Ouija board itself, also has a matching triangular 'small board'.

The Ouija board was laid flat on the desk, and the small board was placed on top of the Ouija board, and Arthur sat behind the desk, he looked at the Ouija board and muttered softly—

"Eternal Monster, Inheritor of the Rebellious Bloodline, Creator of Ragnarok, Aver of the Gods of the North, Dominator of the Blade of Chaos, Owner of the Leviathan Axe, ...... Credos"

This is a spell made up by old Charlie, and it is not a complete kind, originally only the basic words of 'eternal monster' and 'twilight of the gods'.

Naturally, the starting point was to make the name 'Credos' more famous and better complement the family business.

And what about Arthur?

After inheriting the memories of his predecessor, he felt that words like 'eternal monster' and 'ragnarok' were too monotonous.

So, he added some 'prefixes' based on both.

Judging from the current situation, the effect is naturally excellent.

The three Scotts were already completely blown away by such a prayer, and Malinda. Julius. Surprise appeared on Caesar's face for the first time, and then his inquiring gaze intensified.

As for the sheriff Lauk, he seemed to keep a sneer, but his neck twisted unnaturally.

Then, such uneasiness reached the extreme.

Because—

Chirping!

In the slightly harsh grinding sound, the small board placed on the Ouija board moved.

There are no rules, unusually frantic movements.

And Arthur seemed to be affected, and his whole body kept trembling.

"Stop!"

"I'm here to help you!"

Arthur, who had always been gentle, became stern at this moment, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

[Intimidation] in the skill slot starts to flash and take effect.

Everyone was startled, and by the time they came back to their senses, the small board had already stopped running around, and was once again quietly placed in the middle of the Ouija board.

It's as if everything just now is an illusion.

But everyone knows that it is definitely not an illusion.

Subconsciously, the people who had gathered from the beginning first looked at the small board on the Ouija board, and then gradually focused on Arthur.

Under the gaze of the crowd, Arthur spoke.

"Tell us, who are you?"

As soon as Arthur's words fell, the small board on the Ouija board moved again.

One letter after another is concatenated.

Name after name was pronounced by onlookers.

"Mai Lun, Ake, Joels, Mill, Bruno, ......"

One name after another rang out from the mouth of Scott, who was bent over for fear of missing a little.

Fontel and Wiggins, the two witnesses who were invited by Dokule, instantly gasped.

Because, these names they know.

These names are all people who have been killed by the 'Axe Killer', and they have all seen it in the newspapers.

And just now Scott even said the word 'psychic'.

Don't?

A guess appeared in the hearts of the two.

Arthur. Lord Credos is using psychic powers to chase the murderer!

Scott, a young reporter, looked at Arthur expectantly.

Lady Caesar and Sheriff Lauke stared at Arthur even more without blinking.

Especially the latter, the palm of the hand is unconsciously held on the hilt of the sword.

"Although you have just told me, I need you to tell everyone here again, what are you here for?"

Squeak, squeak.

Once again, the small board slides on the Ouija board.

Every sliding brings a screeching sound.

But whether it was a reporter, a rich child, a person from a street background, a lady with an extraordinary wealth, or the sheriff, they all ignored such voices, and their eyes moved with the movement of the small board, and the rich man Vontel read out word by word, just like Scott before—

"For revenge!"

"To uncover our murderer!"

"He's ......"

"Enough! Stop this boring trick! ”

Sergeant Laugh reprimanded, interrupting Vontel's words.

This impolite interruption immediately aroused Fontel's disgust, and the rich man sneered at him.

"Sheriff Lauke, are you being too rude?"

"Or ......

What is your connection to the Axe Killer? ”

Vontel's words were extremely unkind.

Don't look at the policemen who are called 'blue devils' and 'killers', this is just the majority of powerless civilians, in the eyes of the rich and powerful, these so-called 'blue devils' and 'killers' are just 'blue dogs' or 'good hounds'.

At all times, there is always a privileged class.

And in South Los or even the entire East Coast?

It's even more obvious.

Sheriff Laugh ignored it, partly because he really didn't want to clash with Vontel, and partly because the small board on the Ouija board didn't stop.

In the squeak, squeak and rub sound, a name was combined-

Laurk!

Sheriff Lauk!

Suddenly, the entire psychic hall fell into a dead silence.