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

Seeing that Klein's question was answered in the affirmative, Inspector Toller secretly heaved a sigh of relief, knowing that the Nighthawks had found a clue.

Sheriff Gate was both surprised and curious, and couldn't help but glanced at the psychologist Klein several times.

In line with the characteristics of gradually entangled resentment and a little bit of accumulation... Klein, who got the feedback, basically confirmed the answer.

And now he has two ways to help Sir Deville get rid of his troubles, one is to directly arrange altars around the other party, and use ritual magic to completely eliminate the "death resentment"; to solve things.

Considering the rule of "try not to let ordinary people know the existence of extraordinary power", Klein plans to try the second method first, and pray to the goddess if it doesn't work.

"Sir, you are mentally ill, a mental problem." He looked at Deville, talking nonsense seriously.

Sir Deville frowned, and asked back: "You mean, I am a mental patient and need to go to a lunatic asylum?"

"No, it's not that serious. In fact, most people have more or less psychological and spiritual problems." Klein calmed down casually, "Please allow me to introduce again, I am the Ahwa County Police Department psychologist."

"Psychologist?" Dwyer and his butler looked at their acquaintance, Inspector Tolle, at the same time.

Toller nodded solemnly, indicating that this is indeed the case.

"Okay, so what do I need to do to cooperate with the treatment? Besides, I don't understand why my housekeeper, my bodyguard, and my servants can all hear crying and moaning..." Deville held the cane with both hands, with a look on his face Confuse.

Klein replied professionally: "I'll explain it to you afterwards."

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

"Healing" with spells... Inspector Tolle silently added a sentence for him, and nodded to Sir Deville.

Deville was silent for more than ten seconds and said, "Karen, take them to the living room on the second floor and wait."

"Yes, sir." Butler Karen did not refute, because the person who made the request was a regular police officer, a trainee inspector, and a psychologist.

Watching them leave one by one and close the door, Klein looked at Deville, who had dark blond hair and blue eyes, and said, "Sir, please lie on the bed, relax, and try to fall asleep."

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

Klein closed all the curtains, making the room dark.

He took off the pendant, quickly used the "spiritual pendulum" to make a simple good and bad judgment, then sat on the rocking chair not far from the end of the bed, outlined the ball of light, entered meditation, and let the spiritual world unfold before his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, he leaned against 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 allow himself to "communicate" with the grievances that haunt Sir Deville in a spiritual environment similar to dreaming.

Only by communicating can we get answers and solve problems!

Whoooo!

Sad crying lingered unreally in Klein's ears, and he "saw" one after another light white transparent figures emerging around him.

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

All of a sudden, those figures turned into moths rushing towards the flame, and they flew towards him one after another.

Klein's eyes blurred abruptly, his head seemed to be split in half, half of which he was examining calmly, and the other half saw the "mirror".

In the "mirror" is a strong young girl dressed as a worker. She walks in a dusty factory and her head throbs one after another. JrNovels.com