Sir Deville's bedroom is larger than the living room and dining room of Klein's house. It consists of the bed, living, changing part, washing part and bookshelves and desk part. It has exquisite furnishings and luxurious details.

But in Klein's feeling, the lighting here is dark and the temperature is at least half lower than outside.

At the same time, he seemed to hear crying after crying and moans like dying struggles.

Klein was a little dazed, and saw that everything returned to normal: the bright sunlight penetrated the windows and spread the entire bedroom; the temperature was neither high nor low; the surrounding police, bodyguards and housekeepers were silent and did not speak.

This... he turned his head and looked at the classical and gorgeous bed, and saw that there seemed to be pairs of blurred eyes hovering in the shadows, like moths next to the gas lamp that were not afraid of death.

After walking a few steps and approaching there, Klein lost the picture he had just seen in his "spiritual vision".

Not a standard wronged soul, nor an evil spirit... What exactly is it? Klein frowned and recalled the mysterious knowledge he had mastered during this period.

In his opinion, it is probably not difficult to hand over today's task to the "corpse collector", the "grave digger", and the "spiritor", but this is obviously not the area he is best at.

Resisting the urge to divine and investigate the direction, Klein slowly looked around, looking for other traces to confirm the guesses in his heart.

"This, inspector." Sir Deville hesitated, "Have you found anything?"

"If it were so easy to discover, I don't think my colleagues would wait until now." Klein said clichés and subconsciously glanced at the great philanthropist.

Just as he was about to withdraw his gaze, he suddenly found a light white figure reflected in the mirror behind Sir Deville.

No, it is one after another, twisted and light white figure!

The figure flashed away, and Crane seemed to hear a faint cry again.

Huh... He breathed a turbid breath to relieve the fear that he almost drew his gun just now.

After increasing his inspiration and opening his spiritual vision, he will be scared to death sooner or later... Klein relieved his own tension by complaining about himself, and then turned his sight back to Sir Deville.

This time, he saw something different.

Sir Deville, who was in this bedroom, occasionally flashed light and twisted shadows around him, making the light slightly dim in that area.

And every flash is bound to be accompanied by illusory crying and moans that are difficult for normal people to hear.

It is difficult for normal people to hear it in normal state? Because of the daytime, Klein nodded thoughtfully.

He has made a preliminary judgment on the case:

What entangles Sir Deville is a series of resentment, which is the spiritual remnant caused by the most difficult emotions to let go before human death!

If this kind of resentment and remnant accumulates for a while, and is several times stronger, it will become a terrifying evil spirit.

However, Sir Deville is a famous philanthropist. Even if Benson is so picky, he respects him very much. How could he have so many "death resentment"? It is different from each other? The means of an extraordinary person with bad intentions? Klein guessed in confusion.

He thought for a while, looked at Deville, and said:

"Dear sir, I have a few questions."

"Please speak." Deville sat down tiredly and weakly.

Klein organized the language:

"When you leave here and go to new places, like the countryside, like Beckland, have you gained a brief peace of at least the middle of the night, and then the situation slowly recovers and becomes more and more serious, until you sleep during the day, you will also hear moans and crying?"

Deville's half-closed eyes opened, and there was a little more brilliance in his blue eyes:

"Yes, you found the root cause?"

Only then did he realize that due to long-term insomnia and poor mental condition, he forgot to tell the police such an important clue!

Seeing that Klein's question was answered positively, Inspector Tolle secretly breathed a sigh of relief and understood that the Night Watch had found the clue.

Sheriff Gate was surprised and curious, and couldn't help but look at the psychology expert Klein for several glances.

It is in line with the characteristics of gradually entanglement of resentment and agglomeration bit by bit... Klein, who received feedback, basically confirmed the answer.

He now has two ways to help Sir Devil get rid of his troubles. One is to set up an altar directly around the other party, and use ritual magic to completely eliminate the "resentment of death", and the other is to use other mystical means to find the source of the problem and fundamentally solve the problem.

Considering the provision of "try not to let ordinary people know the existence of extraordinary power", Klein plans to try the second method first, and then pray to the goddess if there is no effect.

"Just, you're mentally ill, mentally problem." He looked at Deville and said seriously nonsense.

Sir Deville frowned and asked:

"You mean, I'm a mentally ill and need to go to a madhouse?"

"No, it's not that serious. In fact, most people have more or less psychological and mental problems." Klein comforted casually, "Please allow me to make a new introduction. I am a psychology expert at the Ahova County Police Department."

"Psychology expert?" Deville and his housekeeper looked at the acquaintance inspector Tole.

Tolezheng pointed out and said that this is indeed the case.

"Well, what do I need to do to cooperate with the treatment? And, I don't understand why my housekeeper, my bodyguard, and my servant can hear crying and moaning..." Deville held the cane with both hands, looking puzzled.

Klein answered very professionally:

"I will explain it to you later."

"Please ask your housekeeper, your servant and your bodyguard to go out, Inspector Tolle, Sheriff Gate, please leave together, I need a quiet environment for preliminary treatment."

Using spells to "heal"... Inspector Tole silently made up for him and nodded to Sir Deville.

Deville was silent for more than ten seconds and said:

"Karen, you take them to the living room on the second floor to wait."

"Yes, sir." Butler Karen did not retort, because the request was made by the formal police officer, trainee inspector, and psychology expert.

Watching them leave one after another and close the door, Klein looked at Deville, with dark blonde hair and blue eyes, said:

"Jazz, please lie down on the bed, relax and try to fall asleep."

"...Okay." Deville hung his coat and hat on the coat rack, walked slowly to the edge of the bed, and lay down on it.

Klein pulled all the curtains to make the room dark.

He untied the pendant, quickly used the "spiritual swing" to make a simple judgment of good or bad luck, then sat on the rocking chair not far from the end of the bed, outlined the light ball, entered meditation, and let the spiritual world appear in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, he leaned on the back of the chair and fell into a deep sleep, allowing his astral body to contact the outside world.

He is using the technique of "dream divination" to "communicate" with the resentment that entangled Sir Deville in a spiritual environment similar to dreaming.

Only by communication can we get answers and solve problems!

Woo woo woo woo woo!

The sad crying illusion lingers in Klein's ears, and he "saw" one after another of the light white transparent figures appearing around him.

He, He, He, and the painful moans came. Klein, who had barely regained his ability to think, stretched out his right hand and touched one of them.

Suddenly, the figures turned into moths that were fighting for fire, and they threw themselves at him one by one.

Klein's eyes suddenly blurred, his head seemed to be split in half, half was scrutinizing calmly, and half saw the "mirror".

In the "mirror", there is a young girl dressed in a strong body, walking in a dusty factory, her head thrusts and thrusts.

Her vision was sometimes blurred, and her body became thinner.

She seemed to hear someone calling her Charlotte, saying that she had ordinary hysteria.

Hysteria? She looked into the mirror and saw a blue line that seemed to be there or not on her gums.

...

As soon as the "camera" turned, Klein seemed to see it again, transforming into a girl named Mary.

She also walked in the lead-making factory, young and lively.

Suddenly, half of her cheeks began to twitch continuously, followed by the arms and legs on the same side.

"You have epilepsy." She heard someone say this during the whole body twitching.

She twitched and fell down, the degree became more and more intense, and finally lost consciousness.

...

Another girl was depressed, wandering around the streets as if she was stupid, and even had a language barrier.

Her headache was very serious, her gums had blue lines, and she twitched from time to time.

She met a doctor, who said:

"Raverti, you are affected by lead."

The doctor looked at her with pity, watching her twitch again, and for several consecutive times, as she lost all her spirit in her eyes.

...

The scenes were presented in Klein's mind, and he was half immersed in and half calmly observing.

Suddenly, he completely understood what these girls had happened:

They are female workers who have been exposed to lead white for a long time and have been exposed to dust for a long time. They died of lead poisoning.

Sir Deville happened to have a lead-making factory and two ceramic factories, all of which employ relatively low-priced female workers!

Klein "looked at" all this silently, feeling that there was only one thing left and yet to be clarified:

Such "death resentment" is very small. Even if the quantity is accumulated, it will not have any impact on reality or on Deville.

Unless, unless there is a stronger and more persistent resentment that turns them into a whole.
To be continued...