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!
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 did not rush in and looked around slowly, taking all the surrounding situation into his eyes:
A pile of coal, a cabinet for storing tableware and ingredients, a small stove, a clean iron pot, 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 average economic conditions?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 was in charge, frowned slightly, pressed and held the back officer'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 dressed, his body was covered with thin and deep cracks, and his blood had already dried up, dyeing the bed sheets below and the quilt next to him darkly 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 for 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:
Another murder case?
Have there been many murders in the East District recently?
Police officer, do you think it is a serial murder case?
The inspector with black hair and blue eyes 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:
Kalis, ask the two reporters to go out and tell them if they have any questions, they will contact the news office of the Sivelas Field.
When the reporters were invited to the scene of the murder, the inspector sighed:
It's going to be reported again, damn it!
…………
Queens, inside the luxurious villa of the Earl of Hall's home.
Another murder occurred in the East District, and the victim was suspected of being abused during his lifetime... Audrey, who had used up 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, and statistics show that there are more than one death there every day.
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. Fool.
After waiting for a few seconds, the crimson light surged out in front of her, 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, and the mottled door was lightly closed and had not been closed.
It's much better than the ancient confessional room during the last treatment... However, this is not very consistent with Mr. 'World's character, is his mental state 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, no interest in anything... The world Mr.'s problem this time is completely different from last time... What did he encounter again?
Audrey bit her lower lip gently, made a judgment calmly, and used a soothing timely.
This is one of the most useful abilities of a psychologist, which was called psychoanalysis in ancient times.
The dark clouds piled up behind the wall suddenly dissipated a lot, and Germansparrow 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.
Don't think about other things, let's talk first, and talk like friends.
If you are interested in my life, I am willing to share some interesting things.
Germansparo on the other side of the wall was silent and asked without answering:
What are your expectations for the future?
Audrey's eyes rolled slightly and replied seriously:
Improve yourself and strive to become a demigod to better protect your dad, mom and brothers.
Well, during this period, I have followed the foundation staff to visit several applicants for the scholarship fund. Their living conditions are really beyond my imagination. Although I have read some reports and have been mentally prepared for this, I was still under a strong impact when I faced it. There was a girl who was only a few years younger than me, but she was very thin and short. She couldn't eat enough every day, and only had two very ragged skirts. When she said that when she wanted to study, her eyes were very pure and full of pleas, and I could not 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 popular novels. However, after becoming an 'audience', I found that it would be difficult for me to fulfill this dream. I can always read out 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, which 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 finally feeling 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 "Imagination Dragon".
If, I mean, if, you find that your father, mother and brothers are all thought of by the 'audience' through the angel king and do not actually exist, what will you react?
It must collapse on the spot, or even lose control... Mr. World This is the main expectation or ultimate goal that will never be achieved, so psychological problems arise?
Audrey was first frightened by German Sparrow's problem, and then realized the essence of the problem.
She didn't answer and asked in a guided manner:
You seem to have witnessed a shattering of hope.
Oh.There was a self-deprecating laughter at 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 so?Audrey asked in a chattering manner.
Germansparo was silent for a few seconds and said:
Have you heard of the enlightenment fairy tales that Emperor Rossell used as a tutor?
This is my childhood memory.Audrey said yes.
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 was useless to comfort her. Her spiritual intuition and professional knowledge told her that the other party needed some catharsis.
Then you should know the story of Sleeping Beauty and the Prince.Germansparrow said in a low voice, "There is such a person who has also fallen asleep until he suddenly wakes up one day... He thought his family was still there, and he worked hard to improve himself, hoping to find them one day, which became the main meaning of his life. In the end, he found 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 world also has the goals and meaning of existence that he pursues!
This is consistent with his gentle heart... It's really pityAh... Although he just gave an example based on fairy tales, his emotional reaction when talking about certain words is real... He mentioned sleeping, family, three hundred years, thousands of years, longer, and he could never find it again, his pain was obviously more... This shows that he was an ancient man, and he lived to this day because of an experience?
This coincides with Mr. Fool being the revived ancient god. No wonder he was able to become a favored person... Audrey quickly grasped the key to things.
She pursed her lips and pondered:
Did his family leave any words?Did you say that you hope he will do something when he wakes up?
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!
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 did not rush in and looked around slowly, taking all the surrounding situation into his eyes:
A pile of coal, a cabinet for storing tableware and ingredients, a small stove, a clean iron pot, 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 average economic conditions?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 was in charge, frowned slightly, pressed and held the back officer'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 dressed, his body was covered with thin and deep cracks, and his blood had already dried up, dyeing the bed sheets below and the quilt next to him darkly 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 for 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:
Another murder case?
Have there been many murders in the East District recently?
Police officer, do you think it is a serial murder case?
The inspector with black hair and blue eyes 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:
Kalis, ask the two reporters to go out and tell them if they have any questions, they will contact the news office of the Sivelas Field.
When the reporters were invited to the scene of the murder, the inspector sighed:
It's going to be reported again, damn it!
…………
Queens, inside the luxurious villa of the Earl of Hall's home.
Another murder occurred in the East District, and the victim was suspected of being abused during his lifetime... Audrey, who had used up 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, and statistics show that there are more than one death there every day.
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. Fool.
After waiting for a few seconds, the crimson light surged out in front of her, 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, and the mottled door was lightly closed and had not been closed.
It's much better than the ancient confessional room during the last treatment... However, this is not very consistent with Mr. 'World's character, is his mental state 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, no interest in anything... The world Mr.'s problem this time is completely different from last time... What did he encounter again?
Audrey bit her lower lip gently, made a judgment calmly, and used a soothing timely.
This is one of the most useful abilities of a psychologist, which was called psychoanalysis in ancient times.
The dark clouds piled up behind the wall suddenly dissipated a lot, and Germansparrow 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.
Don't think about other things, let's talk first, and talk like friends.
If you are interested in my life, I am willing to share some interesting things.
Germansparo on the other side of the wall was silent and asked without answering:
What are your expectations for the future?
Audrey's eyes rolled slightly and replied seriously:
Improve yourself and strive to become a demigod to better protect your dad, mom and brothers.
Well, during this period, I have followed the foundation staff to visit several applicants for the scholarship fund. Their living conditions are really beyond my imagination. Although I have read some reports and have been mentally prepared for this, I was still under a strong impact when I faced it. There was a girl who was only a few years younger than me, but she was very thin and short. She couldn't eat enough every day, and only had two very ragged skirts. When she said that when she wanted to study, her eyes were very pure and full of pleas, and I could not 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 popular novels. However, after becoming an 'audience', I found that it would be difficult for me to fulfill this dream. I can always read out 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, which 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 finally feeling 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 "Imagination Dragon".
If, I mean, if, you find that your father, mother and brothers are all thought of by the 'audience' through the angel king and do not actually exist, what will you react?
It must collapse on the spot, or even lose control... Mr. World This is the main expectation or ultimate goal that will never be achieved, so psychological problems arise?
Audrey was first frightened by German Sparrow's problem, and then realized the essence of the problem.
She didn't answer and asked in a guided manner:
You seem to have witnessed a shattering of hope.
Oh.There was a self-deprecating laughter at 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 so?Audrey asked in a chattering manner.
Germansparo was silent for a few seconds and said:
Have you heard of the enlightenment fairy tales that Emperor Rossell used as a tutor?
This is my childhood memory.Audrey said yes.
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 was useless to comfort her. Her spiritual intuition and professional knowledge told her that the other party needed some catharsis.
Then you should know the story of Sleeping Beauty and the Prince.Germansparrow said in a low voice, "There is such a person who has also fallen asleep until he suddenly wakes up one day... He thought his family was still there, and he worked hard to improve himself, hoping to find them one day, which became the main meaning of his life. In the end, he found 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 world also has the goals and meaning of existence that he pursues!
This is consistent with his gentle heart... It's really pityAh... Although he just gave an example based on fairy tales, his emotional reaction when talking about certain words is real... He mentioned sleeping, family, three hundred years, thousands of years, longer, and he could never find it again, his pain was obviously more... This shows that he was an ancient man, and he lived to this day because of an experience?
This coincides with Mr. Fool being the revived ancient god. No wonder he was able to become a favored person... Audrey quickly grasped the key to things.
She pursed her lips and pondered:
Did his family leave any words?Did you say that you hope he will do something when he wakes up?
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