In the ancient and majestic palace, stone pillars support the high dome one after another.

Crane sat at the top of the long bronze table, holding a translucent brown vial, and examined it several times, without any premonition of danger.

Let's go...... He took out a pen and paper and wrote down the divination statement:

"Where it comes from. ”

Setting up the pen and preparing himself for a critical hit, Crane glanced at the paper and the biotoxin bottle, leaned back in his chair, and meditated in silence.

Soon, he entered the gray dream and saw a dim but spacious room.

The room is hung with animals such as king cobras, black widow spiders, and many strange plants, which are messy and terrifying.

A serious middle-aged man in a white lab coat stood in front of the long table in the center and threw snake gall, spider venom glands, and other things into the large black iron cauldron hanging from the ceiling.

In the end, he even put in a few items with strong spiritual brilliance, such as lungs that sometimes dispersed into black qi and sometimes condensed into dark green entities, such as a tube of clear blue liquid, such as fiery red eyes......

The air around the big black iron pot gradually became viscous, and they gathered in the very center, but they were constantly pushed away, and it was difficult to do so.

When the middle-aged man in the white coat saw this scene, his brows slowly furrowed, and his expression was vaguely anxious.

He flipped through the black notebook that lay beside him, gritted his teeth, and slitted his wrist with a ceremonial silver dagger.

Drops of bright blood then fell into the black iron pot, which seemed to have life at once, and suddenly burst out with terrifying suction, sucking in all the viscous air around it, and sucking in all the red that had not completely left the wrist.

This is not over, no matter how the middle-aged man in the white coat struggles to resist and shows fear, he can't help but approach the iron pot.

His body was elongated, his head was compressed, and he was eaten by the iron pot bit by bit in the screams.

The specimens hanging around, the plants that were on display, everything that could move, everything that could move, all flew into the iron pot.

A brown mist filled the room, flowing silently and rippling.

By the time it was all over, the room was empty, except for the brown translucent vials lying quietly in the central clearing.

......

The scene quickly faded away, the dream was quickly shattered, Klein opened his eyes, and said to himself silently:

"It turned out that the biotoxin bottle was the product of a dead experiment.

"I thought it was some extraordinary trait left over from someone out of control...... In that case, you will be able to divinate the formula......"

For Klein, the extraordinary characteristics of the Runaway and the extraordinary characteristics of being polluted by the evil god can be used as divination formulas, just like the "Dark Eyes" left over from the previous "Secret Puppet Master" Rosago, this is because he has a gray mist to cut off the connection, this mysterious space to eliminate negative influences, and a rich cost of death.

Similarly, seals directly formed by similar extraordinary properties can also be used to make potion recipes for divination.

But if they are only used as the main material, and they are only turned into magical items after being made by extraordinary people such as craftsmen or some dangerous experiments, then Crane's current level of divination is powerless, even with the enhancement of this mysterious space above the gray mist.

"Yes, at least don't worry about other hidden dangers in the biotoxin bottle......" Crane glanced at the fangs of the "werewolf" and gave up his curiosity sensibly.

............

Queens, inside the luxury villa of the Earl of Hall.

Audrey continued her studies in psychology.

At her feet, Susie, the big golden retriever, squatted there, her eyes blazing, and she wagged her tail from time to time, as if enjoying herself.

Psychiatrist Eastrant finished the introductory part and casually mentioned:

Actually, there is such a theory.

It believes that human beings will inherit a certain consciousness from their ancestors and from past generations, so as to form the underlying logic of their own behavior patterns, for example, although many people have never seen a poisonous snake, as long as they encounter it, they will instinctively feel scared and want to avoid it.

This is the feeling that we inherited from our ancestors, in the deepest part of our consciousness, and in ancient times, people constantly fought against poisonous snakes and all kinds of ferocious animals, and gradually engraved this memory in their consciousness and passed it on. ”

"How is that inherited?" asked Audrey with some interest.

Eastrant, with long hair and waist-length hair, smiled:

"That's a very good question.

"Some people's interpretation is that each person's consciousness is actually connected and integrated at the lowest level, and the traces and characteristics left here will affect their own consciousness upward.

"For example, the lowest level of consciousness is like an endless ocean, and the unique consciousness of each of us is the islands on the sea, which can be divided into two parts, hidden underwater, more and larger subconscious, exposed on the surface of the sea, and the surface consciousness that can be perceived normally.

This is part of the theoretical basis of this school of psychology. ”

Audrey glanced at Susie, touched the golden retriever on its neck and said:

"So, we can use the connected sea to influence the consciousness of others and achieve the goal of treating certain mental illnesses?"

This is the occult foundation and extraordinary abilities of the "psychiatrist"? But it doesn't seem to be enough, what is missing, for example, the sky overhead, the sky that envelops everything?

"You're really talented at it!" said Isrant in surprise, "but we can only influence the surrounding part of the sea, and through it we can influence those who come closer, and if we rush deeper and explore the 'ocean', it is easy to lose ourselves." ”

She looked up at the ornate and intricate wall clock on the wall, smiled, and said:

"The time is up, this is the end of today's lesson, Miss Audrey, if you are interested in this school of psychology, we will continue to talk next time. ”

"Okay. Audrey stood up and saluted.

In the process of seeing the other party leave, she nodded thoughtfully:

Ms. Islant is not really a "psychiatrist", at best, like me, a "mind reader......

What she just talked about is the theoretical basis of the Psychological Alchemy Society?

They are so calm, why don't they recruit me......

Audrey was in a state of thoughts, and Susie said happily beside her:

"Audrey, I feel like she's the same person as us, no, the same dog, no, no...... Wang!"

Susie, who had only a rudimentary grasp of human language, was suddenly in a state of confusion and could not find the right words to describe her feelings.

............

Bridge South District, Yuejihua Street, outside the Harvest Church.

Dressed normally, Crane looked up at the Life Emblem on the outer wall, took his cane, climbed the steps, and stepped through the door.

The first thing he had to do was to confirm the situation.

Only in this way can the performance be better in order to skillfully rescue the vampire Emlyn White without arousing suspicion, and then, as a detective who provides clues, accept the gratitude of the White family and get the applause of the audience.

It's going to be a fun show.

The Harvest Chapel was not large, there was only a prayer hall, and Crane found a seat in the aisle, took off his hat, and looked ahead.

Bishop Utravsky was preaching, and his height of more than two meters and twenty meters and his burly physique, which could not be concealed by the loose clerical robes, gave people a great sense of oppression.

However, his expression was unusually gentle, with praise and gratitude for life.

In front of such a "priest", no one dared to make a noise, and the few believers listened quietly, and from time to time made prayer gestures unique to the Mother Earth God Church.

Klein watched carefully, waited patiently, and was not arrogant or impatient.

As the sermon ended, he grabbed his cane and prepared to get up for the follow-up.

At this moment, at the door that led to the room at the back of the church, a man dressed in the priest's robe of the Mother Earth God Church entered.

He looked like he was twenty-eight or nineteen years old, with black hair and red eyes, a high nose, thin lips, handsome but not masculine, and it was none other than Emlyn White.

Crane's mouth opened a little, almost unable to close.

Isn't this guy supposed to be locked up in the basement?

Didn't he keep shouting to stick to his faith and never obey the ideas of Bishop Utravsky?

Emlyn White handed out the sacrament to the believers and stopped in front of Klein.

Klein's thoughts turned sharply, and he immediately lowered his voice and said:

"You're Emlyn White, aren't you? Your parents entrusted my friend to find you.

"Why are you here? Is something happening to you? Need help?"

Emlyn White lost his characteristic arrogance, and smiled a little better than crying:

"No, I'll be home soon. ”

He pursed his lips, shook his head and forced a smile:

"I am already a believer in the Mother Goddess, no, priest. ”

This answer was completely unexpected by Klein, so he didn't know how to respond for a while, so he could only shout in his head:

"Hey, last time at the Harvest Church, you were very adamant that you worship the moon and will never convert to Mother Earth, how long has it been since you gave in?

"That's too fast, isn't it?

"What about your persistence, what about your discipline?

"My carefully prepared performance was forced to end before it even started......

"This, this is not a common sense to play cards!"

Klein opened his mouth and suddenly noticed something wrong:

Why did Emlyn White tell me about proselytizing?

I'm just a detective who stumbled upon him when I was passing by......

He wants me to pass this on to his parents?

Is there something else in this?

Just as Klein was guessing the reason, Emlyn White put away his sorrow and smiled proudly:

"Mr. Detective, you don't need to act.

"Or should I call you the new master of the master key?

"Hehe, for the noble blood clan, everyone's taste is different, and they will have different blood characteristics, even if I was locked up in the basement at the time, I smelled it and remembered your smell. ”