Mass hysteria?Sir Deville, who has also been in contact with many psychologists during this period, was chewing on the noun given by Klein.
His housekeeper, his bodyguard, and his servant, did not make any sound without his permission, even if he was curious.
But Sheriff Gate looked at Klein in confusion, looking like he had never heard of a similar concept.
Klein controlled the inertia of tapping the armrest of the sofa with his fingers, and explained soothingly and quietly:
Humans are creatures that are very easy to be deceived by their own senses. Mass hysteria is a psychological problem caused by factors such as mental tension and other factors affecting each other within the same group.
His series of professional words made Sir Deville, Sheriff Gate and others confused, and subconsciously chose to believe it.
Let me give you a simple example. This is a case I have dealt with. A gentleman held a dinner party and invited a total of 35 guests. At the dinner party, he suddenly felt nauseous and vomited on the spot. After that, he also had severe diarrhea. Once, twice, three times, he began to think that he was food poisoning. While going to the hospital, he told his guests about this speculation.
In the next two hours, more than thirty-five guests had diarrhea and twenty-six had vomiting, and they filled the hospital's emergency rooms.
The doctors conducted detailed examinations and comparisons, and believed that the gentleman was not poisoned at first because of gastrointestinal inflammation caused by weather changes and cold spirits.
What is most surprising is that not only none of the guests who came to the hospital were poisoned, but none of them were actually sick.
This is mass hysteria.
Deville nodded slightly and exclaimed:
I understand that humans are indeed prone to deceive themselves. No wonder Emperor Rossell said that lies will become truth if they repeat them a hundred times.
Police officer, what should I call you?You are the most professional psychologist I have ever met.
Inspector Moretti.Klein pointed to his own epaulette and said, "Sir, your trouble has been initially resolved, you can try to fall asleep now, let me confirm if there are any other problems."If you can have a good dream, please allow us to say goodbye in advance and not wait for you to wake up.
OKDevil rubbed his forehead, took his cane, went upstairs step by step, and entered the bedroom.
Half an hour later, the cop's heraldic carriage drove away from the fountain at Lord Deville's door.
When Sheriff Gate got off the bus halfway and returned to his police station, Inspector Toller looked at Klein and said half compliment half jokingly:
I just thought you were a real psychology expert...
He didn't finish his words because he saw the young man in a black uniform on the other side, almost no expression was shown. His eyes were dark and deep, and the corners of his mouth were pulled upwards:
I just had some contacts before.
Inspector Tolle quieted until the carriage stopped outside 36 Zotland Street.
Thank you for your help, Sir Deville finally got rid of the trouble and got back to sleep.He reached out his hand, shook Klein, and thanked Dunn for me.
Klein nodded slightly and said:
OK
He stepped on the stairs, returned to the Black Thorn Security Company step by step, knocked on the door and entered the captain's office.
Solved?Dunn is waiting for his own lunch.
Solved.Klein rubbed his forehead and said concisely and truthfully that the root of the problem lies in the lead-making and porcelain factories under Sir Deville. From their establishment to the present, they have experienced too many deaths of lead poisoning, and each incident will allow Sir Deville to gain a little resentment that has been left with spirituality.
Normally, these will not cause big problems, and at most they will make people love to have nightmares.Dunn has handled similar cases and has a lot of experience.
Klein nodded slightly and said:
Yes, the trajectory of things should have developed like this, but unfortunately, Sir Deville met a female worker who was poisoned by lead on the street one day. She just fell next to the road and happened to see the arms of the Deville family. At the same time, she also had strong reluctance, worries and desires. Until Sir gave her parents, brothers and sister a compensation of 300 pounds, these emotions dissipated.
This is a social problem, not uncommon in this era of steam and machinery.Dunn took out his pipe, sniffed, and sighed, "The workers who make flax, because they moisten the materials and moisten themselves, generally suffer from bronchitis and joint diseases. In factories with severe dust, even if there is no poisoning, they will accumulate lung problems... Huh, we don't have to discuss these, as the kingdom develops, I believe they will be solved, Klein, tonight, we will find a restaurant to celebrate your becoming a formal team member?"
Klein thought about it and said:
Tomorrow night... Captain, I have used spiritual vision for too long today, and I directly communicated with those resentments with the help of the "Dream Divination" technique. I feel very tired. I hope I can go home in the afternoon and have a good rest. Is it OK?Well, I will go to the divination club at four or five to observe the members' reactions to Heinas Fancent's sudden death.
No problem, this is what it should be.Dunn laughed and said, "Next tomorrow night, at the Oldville Restaurant next to me, I'll ask Roshan to book a seat."
Klein stood up with the police cap and saluted:
Thank you, Captain, see you tomorrow.
Dunn raised his hands and said:
Wait, you said just now that Sir Deville gave the female worker's parents a compensation of 300 pounds?
Yes.Klein understood what the captain said when he nodded. Are you worried that they would suffer a disaster because of this wealth?
Dunn sighed:
I have seen many such things. You give me their address and I asked Cohenli to arrange for them to leave Tingen, go to another city, and start a new life.
OKKlein replied in a deep voice.
After doing all this, he left Dunn's room, entered the lounge diagonally opposite, changed into his original formal outfit, and left the police uniform in his own wardrobe.
Crane returned to Daffodil Street silently and staggeredly, taking off her coat, taking off her hat, finding the leftovers from last night. When it became hot, she filled her stomach with the last yàn wheat bread.
Then, he climbed up to the second floor, hung up his clothes, fell head-on, and lay on the bed.
When he woke up, his pocket watch had already walked until 2:00 pm. The sun was hanging high outside, and the light shone through the clouds.
In this brilliant golden color, Klein stood beside the desk, looking out of the convex window, looking at the old and tattered pedestrians, watching them enter or leave the Iron Cross.
Huh... He breathed slowly and finally got rid of his depression.
The road needs to be taken step by step, the sequence needs to be improved layer by layer, and everything has to be like this.
He shook his head, sat down, and began to summarize and sort out what happened last week, recounting the priorities he had kept in mind so as not to forget or omissions.
Two:55.
Above the vague, boundless, gray and empty mist, a towering temple stands tall, and an ancient and mottled bronze table is quietly placed.
On the high-back chair at the top of the long table, there was a man covered in thick gray fog.
Klein leaned back on the back of the chair, thought silently for a while, and suddenly reached out to point the crimson stars that symbolized justice and the Hanging Man.
…………
Beckland, Queens.
Audrey walked towards the bedroom with her skirt in her hands.
Suddenly, she felt something, turned her head and looked at the shadow of the balcony, and saw Suzy, a golden retriever dog who was quietly squatting and watching quietly.
Audrey sighed silently, drew a crimson moon on her chest, then moved over and looked down at the golden retriever and said:
Susie, you are not right. You are peeping. The ‘audience’ must watch it openly in your own position.
The golden retriever dog looked up at his master and shook his tail in cooperation.
After talking a few words, Audrey didn't dare to delay and walked back to the bedroom.
In the few seconds after opening and closing the door, she suddenly had a strange idea:
I don’t know if Mr. Fool can let Susie enter that mysterious space, so that there will be four members of our Tarot Society!And 100% are extraordinary!
No, Susie can't even speak. What should she do if she lets her comments and exchanges ideas?Wow wool wool wool?ÁwÁwÁwÁwÁwÂ?Bah, why do I learn to bark here...
Such a scene just by imagination feels very strange... A dog barking suddenly appeared in a mysterious and serious party... Mr. Fool will definitely kick us out of the Tarot directly...
Audrey locked the door, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, and took out a page of tanned old paper from under the pillow.
She watched it several times and began to let herself enter the audience's state.
…………
The Sunian Sea, somewhere, the ancient sailboat chasing the Listener is far away from the Rosd Islands.
Navigator Alger Wilson was worried about errors in the mechanical wall clock, so he entered the captain's room half an hour in advance to avoid sudden situations and being seen by his subordinates.
There was a glass of almost transparent spirit in front of him, and the rich fragrance penetrated his nostrils one by one.
Thinking of the upcoming party, the vast grey fog present in front of him in the hotel corridor and the mysterious fool sitting in the middle of the grey fog, Alger shuddered again.
He picked up the wine glass, drank it in one sip, and relieved the feeling in his heart with the burning fire line of his throat.
Soon, he regained his calmness, still as calm as he was.
His housekeeper, his bodyguard, and his servant, did not make any sound without his permission, even if he was curious.
But Sheriff Gate looked at Klein in confusion, looking like he had never heard of a similar concept.
Klein controlled the inertia of tapping the armrest of the sofa with his fingers, and explained soothingly and quietly:
Humans are creatures that are very easy to be deceived by their own senses. Mass hysteria is a psychological problem caused by factors such as mental tension and other factors affecting each other within the same group.
His series of professional words made Sir Deville, Sheriff Gate and others confused, and subconsciously chose to believe it.
Let me give you a simple example. This is a case I have dealt with. A gentleman held a dinner party and invited a total of 35 guests. At the dinner party, he suddenly felt nauseous and vomited on the spot. After that, he also had severe diarrhea. Once, twice, three times, he began to think that he was food poisoning. While going to the hospital, he told his guests about this speculation.
In the next two hours, more than thirty-five guests had diarrhea and twenty-six had vomiting, and they filled the hospital's emergency rooms.
The doctors conducted detailed examinations and comparisons, and believed that the gentleman was not poisoned at first because of gastrointestinal inflammation caused by weather changes and cold spirits.
What is most surprising is that not only none of the guests who came to the hospital were poisoned, but none of them were actually sick.
This is mass hysteria.
Deville nodded slightly and exclaimed:
I understand that humans are indeed prone to deceive themselves. No wonder Emperor Rossell said that lies will become truth if they repeat them a hundred times.
Police officer, what should I call you?You are the most professional psychologist I have ever met.
Inspector Moretti.Klein pointed to his own epaulette and said, "Sir, your trouble has been initially resolved, you can try to fall asleep now, let me confirm if there are any other problems."If you can have a good dream, please allow us to say goodbye in advance and not wait for you to wake up.
OKDevil rubbed his forehead, took his cane, went upstairs step by step, and entered the bedroom.
Half an hour later, the cop's heraldic carriage drove away from the fountain at Lord Deville's door.
When Sheriff Gate got off the bus halfway and returned to his police station, Inspector Toller looked at Klein and said half compliment half jokingly:
I just thought you were a real psychology expert...
He didn't finish his words because he saw the young man in a black uniform on the other side, almost no expression was shown. His eyes were dark and deep, and the corners of his mouth were pulled upwards:
I just had some contacts before.
Inspector Tolle quieted until the carriage stopped outside 36 Zotland Street.
Thank you for your help, Sir Deville finally got rid of the trouble and got back to sleep.He reached out his hand, shook Klein, and thanked Dunn for me.
Klein nodded slightly and said:
OK
He stepped on the stairs, returned to the Black Thorn Security Company step by step, knocked on the door and entered the captain's office.
Solved?Dunn is waiting for his own lunch.
Solved.Klein rubbed his forehead and said concisely and truthfully that the root of the problem lies in the lead-making and porcelain factories under Sir Deville. From their establishment to the present, they have experienced too many deaths of lead poisoning, and each incident will allow Sir Deville to gain a little resentment that has been left with spirituality.
Normally, these will not cause big problems, and at most they will make people love to have nightmares.Dunn has handled similar cases and has a lot of experience.
Klein nodded slightly and said:
Yes, the trajectory of things should have developed like this, but unfortunately, Sir Deville met a female worker who was poisoned by lead on the street one day. She just fell next to the road and happened to see the arms of the Deville family. At the same time, she also had strong reluctance, worries and desires. Until Sir gave her parents, brothers and sister a compensation of 300 pounds, these emotions dissipated.
This is a social problem, not uncommon in this era of steam and machinery.Dunn took out his pipe, sniffed, and sighed, "The workers who make flax, because they moisten the materials and moisten themselves, generally suffer from bronchitis and joint diseases. In factories with severe dust, even if there is no poisoning, they will accumulate lung problems... Huh, we don't have to discuss these, as the kingdom develops, I believe they will be solved, Klein, tonight, we will find a restaurant to celebrate your becoming a formal team member?"
Klein thought about it and said:
Tomorrow night... Captain, I have used spiritual vision for too long today, and I directly communicated with those resentments with the help of the "Dream Divination" technique. I feel very tired. I hope I can go home in the afternoon and have a good rest. Is it OK?Well, I will go to the divination club at four or five to observe the members' reactions to Heinas Fancent's sudden death.
No problem, this is what it should be.Dunn laughed and said, "Next tomorrow night, at the Oldville Restaurant next to me, I'll ask Roshan to book a seat."
Klein stood up with the police cap and saluted:
Thank you, Captain, see you tomorrow.
Dunn raised his hands and said:
Wait, you said just now that Sir Deville gave the female worker's parents a compensation of 300 pounds?
Yes.Klein understood what the captain said when he nodded. Are you worried that they would suffer a disaster because of this wealth?
Dunn sighed:
I have seen many such things. You give me their address and I asked Cohenli to arrange for them to leave Tingen, go to another city, and start a new life.
OKKlein replied in a deep voice.
After doing all this, he left Dunn's room, entered the lounge diagonally opposite, changed into his original formal outfit, and left the police uniform in his own wardrobe.
Crane returned to Daffodil Street silently and staggeredly, taking off her coat, taking off her hat, finding the leftovers from last night. When it became hot, she filled her stomach with the last yàn wheat bread.
Then, he climbed up to the second floor, hung up his clothes, fell head-on, and lay on the bed.
When he woke up, his pocket watch had already walked until 2:00 pm. The sun was hanging high outside, and the light shone through the clouds.
In this brilliant golden color, Klein stood beside the desk, looking out of the convex window, looking at the old and tattered pedestrians, watching them enter or leave the Iron Cross.
Huh... He breathed slowly and finally got rid of his depression.
The road needs to be taken step by step, the sequence needs to be improved layer by layer, and everything has to be like this.
He shook his head, sat down, and began to summarize and sort out what happened last week, recounting the priorities he had kept in mind so as not to forget or omissions.
Two:55.
Above the vague, boundless, gray and empty mist, a towering temple stands tall, and an ancient and mottled bronze table is quietly placed.
On the high-back chair at the top of the long table, there was a man covered in thick gray fog.
Klein leaned back on the back of the chair, thought silently for a while, and suddenly reached out to point the crimson stars that symbolized justice and the Hanging Man.
…………
Beckland, Queens.
Audrey walked towards the bedroom with her skirt in her hands.
Suddenly, she felt something, turned her head and looked at the shadow of the balcony, and saw Suzy, a golden retriever dog who was quietly squatting and watching quietly.
Audrey sighed silently, drew a crimson moon on her chest, then moved over and looked down at the golden retriever and said:
Susie, you are not right. You are peeping. The ‘audience’ must watch it openly in your own position.
The golden retriever dog looked up at his master and shook his tail in cooperation.
After talking a few words, Audrey didn't dare to delay and walked back to the bedroom.
In the few seconds after opening and closing the door, she suddenly had a strange idea:
I don’t know if Mr. Fool can let Susie enter that mysterious space, so that there will be four members of our Tarot Society!And 100% are extraordinary!
No, Susie can't even speak. What should she do if she lets her comments and exchanges ideas?Wow wool wool wool?ÁwÁwÁwÁwÁwÂ?Bah, why do I learn to bark here...
Such a scene just by imagination feels very strange... A dog barking suddenly appeared in a mysterious and serious party... Mr. Fool will definitely kick us out of the Tarot directly...
Audrey locked the door, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, and took out a page of tanned old paper from under the pillow.
She watched it several times and began to let herself enter the audience's state.
…………
The Sunian Sea, somewhere, the ancient sailboat chasing the Listener is far away from the Rosd Islands.
Navigator Alger Wilson was worried about errors in the mechanical wall clock, so he entered the captain's room half an hour in advance to avoid sudden situations and being seen by his subordinates.
There was a glass of almost transparent spirit in front of him, and the rich fragrance penetrated his nostrils one by one.
Thinking of the upcoming party, the vast grey fog present in front of him in the hotel corridor and the mysterious fool sitting in the middle of the grey fog, Alger shuddered again.
He picked up the wine glass, drank it in one sip, and relieved the feeling in his heart with the burning fire line of his throat.
Soon, he regained his calmness, still as calm as he was.
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