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

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

Let's start... He showed paper and pen and wrote the divination sentence:

“It’s source.”

Putting down the pen and making mental preparations to withstand the critical strike, Klein stared at the paper and the biotoxin bottle, leaned back on the back of the chair, meditating while silently.

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

There were animals such as king cobras, black widow spiders and other animals in the room, and many strange plants were placed, messy and terrifying.

A serious middle-aged man in a white coat stood at the long table in the center, throwing snake gallbladder, spider venom and other things into a large black iron pot hanging from the ceiling.

In the end, he even put in several items with strong spiritual brilliance, such as lungs that sometimes dissipated into black air and sometimes condensed into dark green bodies, such as a tube of azure and bright liquid, such as fiery red eyes...

The air around the large black iron pot gradually became sticky, and they gathered in the center, but were constantly pushed away, making it difficult to achieve their wish.

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

He flipped through the black notebook next to him, gritted his teeth, and cut his wrist with a silver dagger in the ceremony.

Drops of bright blood fell into the black iron pot, and life seemed to appear inside. A terrifying suction suddenly burst out, sucking all the sticky air around it, and sucking all the red that had not yet left his wrist.

This is not over yet. No matter how the middle-aged man in a white coat struggled to resist or showed fear on his face, he could not help but approached the iron pot.

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

The specimens hanging around, the plants hanging around, all the moving and moving things flew into the iron pot.

Brown mist suddenly filled the room, flowing quietly and rippling.

By the end of everything, the whole room had become empty, leaving only the brown translucent bottle lying quietly on the central clearing.

...

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

"It turns out that the biotoxin bottle is the product of a death experiment.

"I thought it was an extraordinary feature left by some out-of-control person... In that case, you can divine the recipe..."

For Klein, the extraordinary characteristics of the out-of-control person and the extraordinary characteristics of being polluted by evil gods can be used for divination formulas, just like the "All-Black Eye" left by Rosago, the "Secret Master" before. This is because he has gray fog partitions, has this mysterious space to eliminate negative effects, and has a lot of capital to commit suicide.

Similarly, seals directly formed by similar extraordinary characteristics can also be used as a recipe for divination potion.

But if they were only used as main materials, and were made by extraordinary people such as craftsmen or some dangerous experiments, then Klein's current divination level would be powerless, even if there was an enhancement of this mysterious space above the gray fog.

"Yes, at least you don't have to worry about other hidden dangers in the biotoxin bottle..." Klein looked at the fangs of the "werewolf" and rationally gave up curiosity.

…………

Queens, in the luxurious villa of Earl Hall.

Audrey continued to study psychology.

Next to her feet, the golden-retriever dog Susie squatted there with bright eyes. She would wag her tail from time to time, as if she was very enjoying it.

After finishing the introduction part, psychologist Islant said inadvertently:

"In fact, there is such a theory.

"It believes that humans will inherit a certain consciousness from their ancestors and from generations of people in the past, thus forming the underlying logic of their own behavior patterns. For example, although many people have never seen a poisonous snake, they will instinctively feel scared and want to avoid it whenever they encounter it.

"Why is this? This is the feeling we inherited from the previous humans and hidden in the deepest part of consciousness. In the ancient times, people continued to fight with poisonous snakes and various ferocious animals, and gradually engraved this memory in consciousness and passed on it."

"How was that inherited?" Audrey asked with interest.

Islant, with long hair and waist, smiled:

“This is a very good question.

"Some people's explanation is that everyone's consciousness is actually connected and integrated at the bottom, and the traces and characteristics left here will affect the consciousness that belongs to oneself upwards.

"For example, the bottom consciousness is like an endless sea. Each of us has the unique consciousness of the islands on the sea. It can be divided into two parts, hidden under the water, more and larger subconscious, exposed on the sea surface, and can be detected on the surface.

"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, can we use the sea that connects with each other to influence other people's consciousness and achieve the purpose of treating certain mental illnesses?"

This is the mystery foundation and extraordinary ability of the "psychologist"? But it seems that it is not enough, and there is something missing, such as the sky above the head, the sky covering everything? Audrey thought with a ignorant and curious expression.

"You are indeed very talented in this regard!" Islant praised, "but we can only influence the surrounding part of the sea, and through it, we can influence people who are approaching. If we rashly go deeper and explore the 'ocean', it will be easy to lose ourselves."

She looked up at the gorgeous and complex wall clock on the wall, smiled and said:

"It's time, and today's course ends here, Miss Audrey, if you're interested in the psychology of this genre, we'll continue to talk next time."

"Okay." Audrey stood up and saluted.

As she watched the other party leave, she nodded thoughtfully:

Ms. Islant is not like a real "psychologist". At most, like me, she is a "heart reader"...

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

They are so calm that they don’t develop my participation in the association…

Audrey was filled with thoughts, and Susie said happily:

"Audrey, I feel that she is the same person as us, no, the same dog, no, it's not right... Wang!"

Susie, who had just a preliminary grasp of human language, suddenly fell into chaos and could not find accurate words to describe her feelings.

…………

South District of Daqiao, Rose Street, outside the Harvest Church.

Klein, who was dressed normally, looked up at the life symbol on the exterior wall, took his cane, climbed up the steps, and walked past the gate.

What he needs to do is to confirm the situation.

Only in this way can we perform better so that the vampire Emlin White can be rescued with no doubts. Then, as a detective who provides clues, we can accept the thanks from the White family and receive the audience's applause.

It would be a fun show.

Harvest Church is not big, with only one prayer hall. Klein found a seat near the aisle, took off his hat and looked forward.

Bishop Utlavsky was preaching that his height of more than two meters and his burly body that could not be concealed by the loose priest robe gave people a great sense of oppression.

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

No one dared to make noise in front of such a "priest". The few believers listened quietly and made prayer gestures unique to the church of Mother Earth from time to time.

Klein observed carefully and waited patiently, not arrogant or impatient.

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

At this moment, a man wearing the robe of the priest of the church of Mother Earth came in at the door leading to the door of the room behind the church.

He looks twenty-eight or nine years old, with black hair and red eyes, a high nose bridge, thin lips, handsome but not masculine enough, and is Emly White.

Klein's mouth opened little by little, almost unable to close.

Shouldn't this guy be locked in the basement?

Didn’t he keep shouting to stick to his beliefs and never obey Bishop Utlavsky’s ideas?

Emlyn White distributed the things about the communion to believers and finally stopped in front of Klein.

Klein's thoughts changed sharply and immediately lowered his voice:

"You are Emlyn White, right? Your parents entrusted my friends to find you.

"Why are you here? Did you encounter something? Need help?"

Emlyn White disappeared, and said with a unique pride, showing a smile that was only a little better than crying:

"No, I'll be able to go home soon."

He pursed his lips, shook his head and smiled:

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

This answer was completely beyond Klein's expectations, and he didn't know how to respond for a while, so he could only shout in his mind:

"Hey, last time at the Harvest Church, you said very firmly that you worship the moon and would never convert to the Earth Goddess. How long has it been since you surrendered?

"This is too fast, right?

"What about your persistence? What about your integrity?

“My carefully prepared performance was forced to end before it even started…

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

Klein opened his mouth and suddenly found something wrong:

Why did Emly White tell me about converting my letter?

I'm just a detective who happened to find him by chance when I was passing by...

He wants me to pass this passage to his parents?

Is there another meaning hidden in it?

Just as Kline guessed the reason, Emlyn White put away his sorrow and smiled proudly:

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

“Or, should I call your new owner of Master Key?
Chapter completed!