I thought for a while, raised the corners of my mouth, and said to the two police officers, "While waiting to go to court, can you borrow a few books from the library for me?

"Well, "Social Trends of Thought and Educational Phenomena"..."

At this moment, I saw that the two police officers were a little dazed, and a little, um, amazed.

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I sat at the bottom of the mottled long table, and heard Miss Judgment talking about Utopia.

After she finished speaking, I looked around and said in a hoarse voice, "This is a ceremony."

Unsurprisingly, I saw Miss "Judgment"'s eyes froze to a certain extent, and felt that Mr. "The Hanged Man" and Miss "Justice" were all looking over, with a hint of speculation.

At this moment, I seem to be able to guess what they are thinking:

They will definitely suspect that this is Gehrman Sparrow's Sequence 1 ceremony, and they have long used the Tarot Society's internal communication to know that there is no Sequence 1 in the presence of a Sequence 0 true god.

For this matter, I have prepared an explanation, that is to let them think about the ancient sun god and his king of eight archangels.

It's a pity that no one asked questions. They may have thought of the Kings of Angels, or they may think that the rituals involved in Utopia are mainly to help Mister Fool recover further.

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I looked at the quiet and ecstatic beautiful girl, and asked after some consideration: "Miss Tracy, where do your parents live?"

"They have already passed away..." The beautiful girl whose soul no longer belongs here replied with a slightly erratic voice.

I lowered my head and recorded, "Do you have any other relatives?"

The girl turned her head to look out of the window, and replied casually, "No..."

My colleague and I looked at each other and raised the volume: "Miss Tracy, are you listening to us?"

The girl opposite looked away and smiled at me.

She didn't know what she was thinking, she was as quiet as a flower blooming alone at night.

The metaphor comes from a book of poetry that my brother told me that reading poetry makes me more attractive.

Of course, by now, that book of poetry has brought me more ridicule, and my colleagues in the police department think it's worthless.

After I told the girl on the opposite side about the matter of going to court, I saw her showing a slight smile and begging us to help her go to the library to borrow a few books whose names I found difficult to read.

The combination of that smile and the title of the book has an indescribable beauty.

After sending Miss Tracy back to the temporary detention room, I packed up the case materials and prepared to visit the lawyer, which was an appointment I had made long ago.

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I leaned back in the chair and listened to Emlyn the Moon describe his dream.

After the "appraisal" of the priest Utravsky, this dream did not originate from the divine revelation of the "Mother Earth Goddess".

This has to make people cast suspicious eyes on the moon, on the "Fallen Goddess", and then encounter pollution... I was almost amused by my own thoughts.

As a senior "divinator" and a master of dream interpretation, I have no humility, and frankly expressed my cognition: "Three possibilities, one is that this dream is inducing you to explore, chase, and interfere with you to some extent. The second is that this dream wants you to deeply interpret it, understand it, and then use it to erode you little by little, imperceptibly. scary scene.

"I don't need to talk about the third one. The first two possible solutions are the same. Don't think about it, don't explore it, and don't leave Backlund without any need." JrNovels.com