Beckland, East Side, a two-bedroom room.

Several policemen in black and white uniforms followed the landlord who opened the door and each reached out to cover their mouths.

There was a strong smell of blood inside!

"Police officer, I don't know what happened. Other tenants said that there seemed to be a lot of blood coming here, and they could smell it through the walls and doors." The landlord wearing a silk top hat looked around timidly, unwilling to stay in the room for an extra second.

The black-skinned blue-eyed police officer with the inspector's epaulette waved his hand:

"You can wait at the door first, and there is something to ask you."

He said as he put on white gloves and turned his eyes to the wooden door of the bedroom.

However, he didn't rush to go in, and slowly looked around and took all the surrounding situation into his eyes:

A pile of coal, cabinets for storing tableware and ingredients, small stoves, clean iron pots, a slightly greasy table, two round stools that were sloping on the floor, two crooked backrest chairs, several glass bottles containing unknown powder, and a stack of scattered tarot cards.

"A fan of mysticism with an average economic situation?" The black-skinned and blue-eyed inspector nodded slightly, made a judgment, and then signaled one of the subordinates to open the bedroom door.

With a squeak, more bloody smells surged out.

The policeman who opened the door looked in, suddenly let out a short scream, and took a few steps back.

The inspector who led the head frowned slightly, pressed and held the backward policeman's shoulder, crossed the obstacle and approached the bedroom.

His eyes swept, and his face changed suddenly.

In the bedroom, on the wooden bed, a man was lying there, his hands tied to the guardrail above his head.

He was not wearing any clothes, and his body was covered with thin and deep cracks. His blood had already dried up, dyeing the bed sheets below and the quilt next to him dark red.

At a glance, the dead man seemed to be tightly wrapped by iron wires, breaking his skin and flesh and blood, and tying into his bones.

Such a picture still has a strong impact on the police who have seen multiple murder scenes and has a sense of ritual-like evil.

Just as the first inspector was about to say something, two people suddenly rushed into the room, one tried to take a photo, and the other threw out a series of problems:

“Is there another murder?

“Have there been multiple murders in the East District recently?

"Police officer, do you think it's a serial murder?"

The black-skinned and blue-eyed inspector frowned even deeper, and he waved his hand and said:

"Don't destroy the scene, or I will regard you as accomplices of the criminals."

He immediately said to the previous policeman:

"Calis, please ask the two reporters to go out and tell them if you have any questions, please contact the news office of the Sivelas Field."

When the reporters were invited to leave the murder scene, the inspector sighed:

"I'm going to report again, damn it!"

…………

Queens, in the luxurious villa of the Earl Hall's house.

"A murder occurred in the East District. The victim was suspected of being abused during his lifetime..." Audrey, who had run out of dinner, read the Beckland Evening News casually in her living room.

Hearing his daughter's whispering to herself, Earl Hall shook his head and sighed:

“In the East Side, this is not news, statistics show that there are people dying there every day, more than one.”

Audrey didn't care much about this matter. After chatting with her father, mother and brother for a while, she took the golden retriever Susie and returned to her room.

Each man and a dog had a very tacit understanding and had no words to communicate. The latter guarded the door and served as a guard. Audrey locked the door of the house, sat down to the bed, and silently recited the name of Mr. "The Fool".

After waiting for a few seconds, a deep red light surged in front of her eyes, drowning everything.

Audrey came to the grey fog and came to the magnificent and ancient palace.

She then saw a small room on the side, with the mottled doors lightly closed and never closed.

"It's much better than the ancient confessional room when I was last treated... However, this is not very consistent with Mr. World's character. Has his mental state been alienated?" Audrey entered the room thoughtfully and closed the mottled door.

She had already had a follow-up visit to "world" German Sparrow and gave the conclusion that the other party had recovered. Unexpectedly, today she suddenly received news that the other party requested another treatment.

This surprised her a little, and she was a little curious.

In the relatively spacious dark room, Audrey leaned against the wall behind her, and her body slowly fell down, and her legs were kneeling down.

In a calm and peaceful atmosphere, she adjusted her self-state and spoke in a light tone:

"Good evening, Mr. 'World'~"

Before he finished speaking, Audrey's spiritual intuition had already sensed the surface of the other person's mental body, that is, emotions, or mood in the common sense.

Grey, low, confused, depressed, and not interested in anything... Mr. "World" had a completely different problem this time than last time... What happened to him again? Audrey bit her lower lip lightly, made a judgment calmly, and used a "sooth" in time.

This is one of the most useful abilities of "psychologists", which was called "psychoanalysis" in ancient times.

The "dark clouds" piled up behind the wall suddenly dissipated a lot, and German Sparo finally spoke hoarsely:

"Good evening, Miss 'Justice'."

Audrey leaned against the wall and thought about it, canceled the scheduled plan, and kept the brisk tone he had just said:

“I’m curious about what you’ve experienced recently, and it seems that there are so many experiences.

"No need to think about other things, let's talk first, and talk like friends.

“If you are interested in my life, I am willing to share something interesting.”

German Sparrow on the other side of the wall was silent and asked without answering:

"What do you expect from the future?"

Audrey's eyes turned slightly and replied seriously:

"Elevate yourself and strive to become a demigod to better protect your dad, mom and brothers.

"Well, I have followed the foundation staff to visit several applicants for the scholarship fund during this period. Their living conditions are really beyond my imagination. Although I have read some reports and have some psychological preparations for this, I was still under a strong impact when I was facing it. There is a girl who is only a few years younger than me, but she is very thin and short. She can't eat enough every day, and only two very ragged skirts. When she said that when she wanted to study, her eyes were very pure and full of pleas, and I can't forget it until today..."

While speaking, Audrey keenly noticed that German Sparrow's mental state had changed a little, no longer like a completely still lake, with some ripples and ups and downs.

After considering a little, the "psychologist" said to himself as if he had not noticed anything:

"I used to look forward to a wonderful marriage, hoping that my 'prince' would come as described in the popular way. However, after becoming an 'audience', I found that it would be difficult for me to fulfill this dream. I can always read the real thoughts of those men, see through their lies one by one, and confirm that many people are not as beautiful as I imagined. This disappoints me a little. Well, wait a few years, maybe I will know how to appreciate other people's shortcomings, but it is really difficult to do now..."

Seeing that German Sparrow, who was only separated from her from her, was only left to her back, finally felt a little anxious to laugh. Audrey released another "comfort" in time, and then, she heard the other party ask:

"You have obtained information about dragons from the Sun and should have a certain understanding of the "Dragon of Imagination".

"If, I mean, if, you find that your father, mother and brothers are all 'audience' paths that the Angel King did not actually exist, what would you react?"

He must have collapsed on the spot, or even lost control... Mr. "World" discovered that his main expectation or ultimate goal could never be achieved, so he had psychological problems? Audrey was first frightened by the problem of German Sparrow, and then realized what the essence of the problem was.

She didn't answer and asked in a guided manner:

"You seem to have witnessed a shattering of hope."

"Ha." A self-deprecating laughter came from the wall behind Audrey. "Indeed, I thought I had family, but later I found out that this was just my luxury."

"Why do you say that?" Audrey asked in a chattering manner.

German Sparrow was silent for a few seconds and said:

"Have you heard of those enlightenment fairy tales that Emperor Rossell used as a tutor?"

"This is my childhood memory." Audrey said "well".

At the same time, she found that Mr. "World" on the other side of the wall had obvious fluctuations in his emotions, and suppressed pain surged out.

This time, Audrey did not use "pleasure", and her spiritual intuition and professional knowledge told her that the other party needed some catharsis.

"Then you should know the story of the Sleeping Beauty and the Prince." German Sparrow said in a low and mute manner. "There is such a person who also falls into a deep sleep until one day suddenly wakes up... He thought his family was still there, and he worked hard to improve himself, hoping that one day he could find them, which became the main meaning of his life. In the end, he discovered that he had been sleeping for at least three hundred years, even thousands of years, or more, and everything he had could never be found again..."

The intense pain and confusion were so distinct in Audrey's sense that she had an enlightenment:

The gloomy, depressing, sophisticated and cruel Mr. "World" also has the goals he pursues and the meaning of existence!

This is consistent with his gentle heart... It's so pitiful... Although he just gave an example based on fairy tales, his emotional reaction when talking about certain words is real... When he mentioned "sleeping", "family", "three hundred years", "thousands of years", "longer", and "can't find it again", his pain was obviously more... This shows that he was an ancient man, and lived to this day because of an encounter? This coincides with Mr. "The Fool" being a revived ancient god, no wonder he was able to become a favor... Audrey quickly grasped the key to things.

She pursed her lips and pondered:

"Have his family left any words? Did they say that they hope he will do something when he wakes up?"

ps: Thank you to the loyal servant Wangcai for rewarding the Silver Alliance again~
Chapter completed!