Klein originally wanted to ask whether Allen or his family had brought home any unusual items, such as a slightly dirty doll, before those unlucky things happened one after another.

But when the words came to his lips, he suddenly felt that this was too direct and would easily expose the fact that he was quite knowledgeable in the mysterious field. Although this could be explained as the great detective being knowledgeable, there was no need to take this risk.

So he took a more roundabout approach and asked Dr. Allen's family whether they were also experiencing misfortune.

Hearing his question, Alan Chris thought carefully and said:

"No, except for the steam train accident I encountered, they were the same as before. Most of the time, they couldn't be said to be lucky or unlucky. The rest were a mixture of both, so they weren't particularly unlucky."

This is not right... If it is an item like the Doom Doll that needs to be sealed, it will definitely affect people within a certain range... Could it be that Allen dripped blood on it, so the two sides established a solid connection? In Klein's spiritual vision, Allen's aura and emotional color matched his physical and mental state respectively, and there was nothing special about it.

He asked carefully:

"In the hospital where you work, are there people who are as unlucky as you?"

"No, so I think I must have been cursed by someone." Alan pulled his tie, looking quite anxious and uneasy.

As Talim looked on curiously, Klein thought for a moment and said:

"Before those bad lucks, have you ever encountered any strange things? For example, have you cut yourself? In folklore, blood is a powerful medium for curses to take effect."

"I suspected it was a curse and confirmed it. I haven't bled in the past three months." Alan answered with a heavy expression, pressing his knife and fork.

This is a bit strange... and I can't do more complicated divination in front of them... Klein asked again:

"What about other things that are a bit weird?"

"Alan, think about it carefully. This kind of thing can't be without reason. Have you offended anyone recently? Or have you become an obstacle to others?" Talim echoed with concern.

Alan lowered his eyes and looked at the food on the plate, falling into a long period of contemplation. Klein was not idle either, and finished the food before it got cold and became unpalatable.

When he started to enjoy the dessert, Alan finally raised his head and said:

"I'm not a sociable person and I don't have a good relationship with my colleagues, but it's hard to believe that they would find a way to curse me because of this."

"Well... after your reminder, I remembered something that might be related to the occult."

“What’s the matter?” Klein and Talim perked up at the same time.

"Before I had a series of bad luck, I was in charge of a patient, a child under ten years old. He was very pitiful and needed to have his left leg amputated due to some problems." Allen pushed his gold-rimmed glasses and recalled, "I had just become a father and was always full of sympathy for the misfortune that the child had encountered. Every time I checked on the ward, I would chat with him, encourage him and comfort him."

After a pause, Allen spoke more fluently:

"I remember it was the day before his surgery. I went to the ward to see him. He was indeed quite uneasy. He was playing with tarot cards, which he had brought with him when he was admitted to the hospital. He didn't even allow his family to take them away."

"In order to make him relax, I played Tarot divination with him."

"At that time, I turned over a card, which was the reversed 'Wheel of Fortune'."

"The child looked at me, smiled very pure and innocently and said:"

"Doctor, your luck is going to get worse."

"Doctor, your luck will get worse..." Talim took a breath and said, "Why do I feel a chill in my body when I hear such a scene and such words... Did the child die on the operating table later?"

Alan shook his head and said:

"The operation was very successful. Not long after, he was discharged from the hospital and thanked me specially."

"So, I never doubted this matter, but now thinking back, I realized that this was the only time in the past two months that I came into contact with items related to the occult. No matter what, whether it is useful or not, Tarot cards are used for divination after all."

Klein had a brass coin in his hand at some point. It was jumping and tumbling between his fingertips, as if symbolizing the analysis process of the "famous detective."

The coin bounced up and down, landing in his palm. Klein glanced at it out of the corner of his eye and finished “thinking” and said:

"What's the child's name? Where does he live?"

Allen answered without hesitation:

"His name is Will Auceptin, but I don't remember where he lives."

"What do you suggest, Mr. Detective?"

"Do you know any experts in the field of the occult?"

Klein took a sip of tea and smiled as Allen and Talim looked at him expectantly:

"My suggestion is to go to the church of the god you believe in, describe your recent misfortune to the bishop, and then ask him if he has any solution. Alan, I remember that you are, uh, a believer of the Goddess of Night, right?"

He almost called out "goddess", but fortunately he remembered in time that his current identity was a detective who believed in the god of steam and machinery.

"But, I've prayed to the goddess, attended mass, and donated money and items, but to no avail. I think we still need to find some fortune tellers with some skills." Alan did not agree with Detective Moriarty's suggestion.

Talim nodded in agreement:

"Yes, the gods don't care whether you are lucky or unlucky. Good luck is a blessing, and bad luck is a test."

My friend, your faith is not pious. Be careful of the Storm Lord or he will strike you with lightning... Klein glanced at the two of them and said with a smile:

"The suggestion is based on very simple logic."

"If, I mean if, there really is useful and effective mysticism in this world, then the seven orthodox churches must be the best at this. Otherwise, they would have been replaced by other forces that have mastered mysticism long ago."

"If there is no so-called true occult science, then going to a fortuneteller or a witch doctor won't help you. It's better to see if the higher-ranking bishop has any solution."

Allen analyzed it carefully and finally nodded:

“That makes sense.”

"Perhaps I need the bishop to convey this message to me so that the goddess will bless me."

No, to be more precise, it was only with the bishop's message that the Nighthawks noticed the abnormality in you... Klein objected in his mind.

He didn't even think about helping Allen himself, because in order to solve the other party's luck problem, in addition to finding the root of everything, certain rituals must be arranged.

Let’s not talk about whether Klein understands the true luck-changing ritual. Even if he does, the ritual will expose the fact that he possesses extraordinary powers in front of unfamiliar people, which will increase a lot of risks.

Since I can get the Nighthawks to come forward, then there’s no need for me to do it myself... I just don’t know if the problem comes from that boy or the tarot cards in his hand. If it’s the latter, then it might be a seal that is quite suitable for me. What a pity... Klein shook his head quietly and suppressed the greed and other emotions that suddenly emerged in his heart.

At this time, Allen had made a decision. He looked at Klein and curled his lips and said:

"Thank you, Mr. Moriarty. Although you don't understand the occult, you have given the best advice based on rigorous logic."

Yes, I don’t understand mysticism… Klein smiled and said:

"Just call me Sherlock, Alan."

Well, since I’m no longer a Nighthawk, the composition of my knowledge of mysticism has become increasingly strange. On the one hand, I have mastered many secrets related to high-sequence gods, but on the other hand, I only understand relatively basic ritual magic. For the relatively complex ones, I only know about sacrifices and bestowal ceremonies, and the number of talismans has remained at three for a long time... Klein sighed in his heart and felt that he urgently needed a more comprehensive and in-depth book on mysticism.

As for the knowledge that can separate the evil god's mental pollution from the Beyonder characteristics, there is currently no clue.

…………

After taking a lunch break at the club, Klein took a public carriage to Rice Circus in Cherwood near the Tussock River.

Today is neither a festival nor a holiday, so there are not many guests in the circus, and the clowns who are responsible for entertaining and entertaining seem a little listless.

After passing through the "divination hut" and the tents selling pies, pancakes, fruit pies, and alcoholic beverages, Klein walked along the edge of the circus and found a small theater. A blackboard at the door said that during non-holiday periods, there would be four performances per day, each lasting one hour.

The first show in the afternoon was at two o'clock, not long after it started.

After buying the ticket, Klein entered the theater and heard the cheers.

At this time, a trainer was on the stage, holding a whip, commanding a black bear to do a cute show. Next to him lay a tiger with yellow and black stripes, and sat a baboon with dark and curly hair.

Bang!

As the trainer whipped the animal, the black bear somersaulted awkwardly.

"I say, this guy wanted to slap you just now!" Someone suddenly shouted loudly at the front of the rows of seats, which immediately drew laughter from the few spectators in the venue.

They thought it was a new way for the circus to entertain people.

But Klein didn't think so, because he found that the trainer's emotions tended towards anger and irritation.

He smiled, walked to the first row and sat down, enjoying the performance on the stage so as not to feel ashamed of the price of the ticket.

At this moment, the man who had just spoken shouted again:

"That tiger wants to bite your neck off, and that curly-haired baboon wants to grab you and use you as a cushion under his butt!"

Amid the audience's laughter, the trainer's movements became noticeably stiff.

This... Although those words sounded like trouble, why did I hear a reminder in them... Klein turned his head to look at the person who was speaking in the same row and found that he was a man in his thirties with a round face.

This tone, this method... It's a little familiar... Klein muttered silently.

PS: Ask for monthly ticket~