Backlund, East District, a two-bedroom apartment.

Several policemen in black and white checkered uniforms followed the landlord who opened the door into the house, each covering their mouths with their hands.

There is a strong smell of blood in there!

"Officer, I don't know what happened. Other tenants said there seemed to be a lot of blood here. They could smell it through the wall and the door." The landlord, wearing a silk top hat, looked around timidly, unwilling to stay in the room for another second.

The black-haired, blue-eyed police officer with inspector's epaulettes waved his hand and said:

"Wait at the door first. I have something to ask you."

As he spoke, he put on white gloves and cast his eyes towards the wooden door of the bedroom.

However, he did not rush in. He looked around slowly, taking in the surroundings:

A pile of coal, a cabinet for storing tableware and ingredients, a small stove, a cleaned iron pot, a slightly greasy table, two round stools lying on the ground, two crooked armchairs, several glass bottles filled with unknown powders, and a stack of scattered tarot cards.

"A mystic enthusiast with average financial status?" The inspector with black hair and blue eyes nodded slightly, made a judgment, and then signaled one of his subordinates to open the bedroom door.

With a squeak, more bloody smell came out.

The police officer who opened the door took a look inside, suddenly let out a short scream, and stepped back several steps.

The leading inspector frowned slightly, held the shoulder of the retreating police officer, walked past the obstacle and approached the bedroom.

He glanced around and his expression changed immediately.

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

He was naked, and his body was covered with thin, deep cracks. The blood had long since dried up, staining the bed sheet below and the quilt next to him dark red.

At first glance, the deceased looked as if he was tightly entangled by wires, which had broken his skin and flesh and penetrated into his bones.

Such scenes still have a strong impact on the police who have seen many murder scenes, and they have a certain ritualistic and evil feeling.

Just as the head inspector was about to say something, two people suddenly rushed into the room. One tried to take a photo, and the other asked a series of questions:

"Another murder?

“Have there been a lot of murders in the East End recently?

"Officer, do you think this is a serial murder case?"

The inspector with black temples and blue eyes frowned even deeper, and waved his hand.

"Don't disrupt the scene, otherwise I will regard you as accomplices of the criminal."

He immediately said to the police officer:

"Kallis, ask the two reporters to go out and tell them to contact the press department at Sivella Square if they have any questions."

When the reporters were escorted out of the crime scene, the inspector sighed and said:

"It's going to be in the newspaper again, damn it!"

…………

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

"Another murder has occurred in the East District. The victim was suspected to have been tortured before his death..." Audrey, who had finished her dinner, casually flipped through the Backlund Evening News in the living room.

Hearing his daughter's whisper, Earl Hall shook his head and sighed:

"It's not news in the East End, statistics show people die there every day, more than one."

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

The man and the dog had a tacit understanding and did not communicate with each other. The latter stood guard at the door, while Audrey locked the door, sat by the bed, and silently recited the honorific name of Mr. Fool.

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

Audrey came above the gray fog and arrived at the magnificent and ancient palace.

She then noticed that there was a small room on the side, with a mottled door slightly ajar but not closed.

"It's much better than the old confessional during the last treatment... But, this doesn't quite fit Mr. World's character. Is his mental state distorted?" Audrey walked into the room thoughtfully and closed the mottled door.

She had previously conducted a follow-up examination for Gehrman Sparrow, the World, and concluded that he had recovered. However, she suddenly received a message today requesting another round of treatment.

This made her a little surprised, and a little curious.

In the fairly spacious dark room, Audrey leaned against the wall behind which there was obviously someone, and slowly descended, kneeling down with her legs diagonally.

In the calm and peaceful atmosphere, she adjusted herself and spoke in a brisk tone:

"Good evening, Mr. World~"

Before she finished her words, Audrey's spiritual intuition had already sensed the other person's mental and physical surface conditions, which is commonly known as emotions, or moods.

Gray, low, confused, depressed, and not interested in anything... Mr. World's problem this time is completely different from the last time... What happened to him? Audrey bit her lip lightly, made a calm judgment, and used a "comfort" at the right time.

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

The dark clouds behind the wall suddenly dissipated a lot, and Gehrman Sparrow finally spoke hoarsely:

"Good evening, Miss Justice."

Audrey leaned against the wall and thought about it, then canceled the planned plan and continued in her brisk tone:

"I'm curious about what you've been through lately, it seems like there have been too many.

“Don’t think about other things, let’s just talk first, just chat like friends.

"If you're interested in my life, I'd also like to share some interesting things."

Gehrman Sparrow on the other side of the wall was silent for a moment, and instead of answering, he asked:

“What are your hopes for the future?”

Audrey's eyes turned slightly, and she answered seriously:

“Improve myself and strive to become a demigod so that I can better protect my father, mother, and brothers.

"Well, I have been following the staff of the foundation to visit several applicants for the scholarship. Their living conditions are really beyond my imagination. Although I have read some reports and have a certain degree of psychological preparation for this, I was still strongly shocked when I really faced it. There was a girl who was only a few years younger than me, but she was very thin and short. She didn't have enough to eat every day and only had two very tattered skirts. When she said she wanted to study, her eyes were very pure and full of pleading. I can't forget it to this day..."

As she spoke, Audrey keenly noticed that Gehrman Sparrow's mental state had changed a bit. It was no longer like a completely still lake, but had some ripples and ups and downs.

After a brief consideration, the "psychologist" seemed to have noticed nothing and continued:

"I used to look forward to a wonderful marriage, hoping that my 'prince' would come like what was described in those popular novels. However, after becoming a 'spectator', I found that it would be difficult for me to fulfill this dream. I could always read the true thoughts of those men, see through their lies one after another, and confirm that many people were not as wonderful as I imagined. This made me a little disappointed. Well, if I wait a few more years, maybe I will learn to appreciate other people's shortcomings, but it is really difficult to do so now..."

Seeing that Gehrman Sparrow, who was only separated from her by a wall and was sitting back to back, finally felt like laughing, Audrey released another "comfort" in time. Then, she heard the other party ask:

"You have obtained information about giant dragons from the Sun, so you should have some understanding of the Fantasy Dragon.

"If, I mean if, you found out that your father, mother, and brothers were all imagined by the Angel King of the Audience Path and did not actually exist, how would you react?"

He would definitely collapse on the spot, or even lose control... Did Mr. World find that his main expectation or ultimate goal could never be achieved, so he developed psychological problems? Audrey was first inexplicably frightened by Gehrman Sparrow's question, and then she realized the essence of the problem.

She didn't answer, but asked in a guiding way:

"You seem to have witnessed the death of a hope."

"Heh." A self-deprecating laugh came from the wall behind Audrey. "Indeed, I once thought I still had a family, but later I found out that it was just my wishful thinking."

"Why do you say that?" Audrey asked casually.

Gehrman Sparrow was silent for a few seconds and said:

"Have you heard of the enlightenment fairy tales that Emperor Roselle used as a tutor?"

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

At the same time, she discovered that Mr. World on the other side of the wall had obvious mood swings, and suppressed pain surged out.

This time, Audrey did not use "comfort". 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." Gehrman Sparrow said in a low voice, "There was a man who also fell into a deep sleep until he suddenly woke up one day... He thought his family was still there, so he worked hard to improve himself, hoping to find them one day. This became the main meaning of his life. In the end, he found that he had been sleeping for at least three hundred years, or even a thousand years, or even longer, and everything he originally had could never be found again..."

The intense pain and confusion were so vivid in Audrey's perception that she suddenly realized:

The gloomy, depressed, sophisticated and ruthless Mr. "World" also has his own goals and meaning of existence!

This is consistent with his gentle heart... How pitiful... Although he just gave an example based on a fairy tale, his emotional reaction when he mentioned certain words was real... When he mentioned "sleeping", "family", "three hundred years", "thousands of years", "longer", "never to be found again", his pain was obviously greater... Does this mean that he is an ancient person, and has lived to this day because of some experience? This is consistent with Mr. Fool being a resurrected ancient god, no wonder he can become a favored one... Audrey quickly grasped the key to the matter.

She pursed her lips, pondered for a moment and said:

"Did his family leave any words? Did they say what they hoped he would do when he woke up?"

ps: Thanks to the loyal servant Wangcai for rewarding the Silver Alliance again~