“There are extraordinary factors.” Klein’s eyes returned to normal, and he turned his head to look at Leonard and Frye.

Leonard suddenly laughed:

"Very professional, worthy of being a fortune teller."

You seemed to be hinting at something, Klein muttered silently.

Frye opened the suitcase, took out a silver knife and other things, paused for a few seconds and said:

"The body told me that she did die of a sudden heart attack. Do you have a way to divine more detailed information?"

Klein nodded seriously and said:

"I can try a combination of 'spiritual channeling' rituals and 'dream divination', hoping to gain something from Mrs. Lawes' remaining spirituality."

Frye remained cold and reserved, took two steps back and said:

"You try it first."

He tilted his head to look at Klein, and suddenly sighed without any fluctuation in his tone, "You are becoming more and more accustomed to occasions like this."

I didn't want to do that either. Klein had the urge to cry. He took out the hydrosols, essential oils, and herbal powders he was going to use one by one and quickly completed the arrangement of the "spiritual channeling" ceremony.

In the center of the spiritual wall, he silently chanted the name of the goddess of night and made a prayer in the Hermetic language.

Soon, wind swirled around him and the light grew dimmer.

Klein, whose eyes had already turned completely black, seized the opportunity and silently recited the divination sentence:

"The cause of Mrs. Lowes's death."

"The cause of Mrs. Lowes's death."

He entered the dream while standing, and "saw" the transparent spirits wandering in the blur and around the corpses.

Then, he stretched out his illusory right hand and touched the remaining spirit of Mrs. Lawes.

In an instant, light and shadows exploded in front of his eyes, and images flashed one after another.

It was a thin, sallow-faced woman in ragged clothes, busy making matchboxes.

That's when she suddenly paused and covered her chest;

That was her talking to two children;

That was her body swaying slightly and breathing heavily;

That was when she went to buy some black bread, and was suddenly patted on the shoulder;

That was a sign that she had heart problems again and again;

She felt very tired and fell asleep, but never woke up.

Klein carefully observed every detail, trying to find traces of the existence of extraordinary factors.

But when everything was over, he still didn't get enough clear clues.

The blur and haziness shattered, and Klein exited the dream and returned to reality.

He removed the spiritual wall and said to Fry who was waiting and Leonard who was watching:

"There is no direct symbolism. Most of the pictures reveal that Mrs. Lawes has suffered from heart disease for a long time. Only one picture is different from the others. Mrs. Lawes is patted from behind. The hand is white, tender and slender, and seems to belong to a woman."

"For families like this, they won't go to the doctor easily unless the situation is extremely serious. They can't afford to waste time even if they just have to wait in line at a free charity medical organization. If they don't work for one day, they may have no food the next day." Leonard sighed in a poetic and sentimental tone.

Frye then looked at the corpse and let out a sigh.

Without waiting for Klein to speak, Leonard quickly switched his state and said as if he was thinking:

"You mean to say that the supernatural factor existed in the moment when Mrs. Lawes was photographed, and that it came from the lady or woman with the delicate hands?"

Klein nodded and replied:

"Yes, but this is just my interpretation. Divination is often vague."

He and Leonard did not discuss further, but retreated to the other side of the floor, allowing Frye to take out the auxiliary equipment and materials from the suitcase without interference for further inspection.

They waited for a moment, and Frye packed up everything, cleaned and covered it up, then turned around and said:

"The cause of death was natural heart disease, there is no doubt about that."

Hearing this conclusion, Leonard paced back and forth for a few steps, even walked to the door, and spoke for a long time:

"Let's stop here first. We'll go to the West District Workhouse and see if we can find any other clues to connect the two deaths."

"Well, this is the only way." Klein agreed, suppressing his doubts.

Frye picked up his suitcase and half-walked, half-hopped across the two bunks on the floor, avoiding stepping on anyone else's quilt.

Leonard opened the door and walked out first, saying to Lauvis and the tenant:

"You can go home now."

Klein thought for a moment and added:

"Don't rush to bury the body. Wait one more day, and perhaps there will be a thorough inspection."

"Okay, okay, officer." Lauvis bowed his body slightly and answered hurriedly, then said half numbly and half dazedly, "Actually, I don't have the money to bury her for the time being. I have to save up for a few days. Fortunately, the weather has been cooler recently."

Klein blurted out in surprise:

"You plan to keep the body in the room for days?"

Lauvis forced a smile and said:

"Well, fortunately, the weather has cooled down recently. I can put the body on the table at night and take her to the bathroom when I eat."

Before he finished speaking, Frye suddenly interrupted:

"I left the funeral expenses next to your wife."

Then, he said these plain words, ignored Lawvis's surprised expression and the thanks that followed, and walked quickly towards the door of the apartment.

Klein followed closely behind, thinking about a question:

If the weather remained as hot as it was in June and July, what would Lowes do with his wife's body?

Find a dark and windy night and secretly dump the body into the Tussock River or the Hoy River? Or just dig a hole somewhere and bury it?

Klein knew that "burial in a cemetery is mandatory" was a law enacted more than a thousand years ago, at the end of the last era, by the seven major churches and royal families of various countries in order to reduce and eliminate water ghosts, zombies, and resentful spirits.

The specific implementation method is that each country provides free land, and each church is responsible for guarding or patrolling, and only charges a small fee for cremation and burial to pay for the necessary labor.

But even so, the truly poor still cannot afford it.

After leaving 14 Lower Iron Cross Street, the three Night Watchmen separated from Beach Mountbatten and turned silently towards the West End Workhouse on a nearby street.

As he approached the place, Klein saw a long line coming, just like the people of the foodie country on Earth lining up at the Internet celebrity restaurants, with people standing side by side and squeezing each other.

"There are more than a hundred, no, close to two hundred people." He whispered in surprise, seeing that the people in line were all wearing tattered clothes, with numb expressions, and only occasionally looked anxiously at the entrance of the poorhouse.

Frye slowed down his pace and said in a cold and gloomy tone:

"Each workhouse can only accept a limited number of homeless poor people every day, and they can only be selected in the order of the queue. Of course, the workhouse will identify and not allow those who do not meet the requirements to enter."

"This is also due to the economic downturn in recent months," Leonard lamented.

"Those who didn't get a spot can only figure it out on their own?" Klein asked subconsciously.

"They can also try their luck at other workhouses. Different workhouses have different opening hours, but there will always be equally long lines. Some people start waiting at 2 p.m." Frye paused and said, "The rest will probably go hungry for a day, and then they will lose the ability to find a job, falling into a vicious cycle that leads to death. Those who can't bear it will give up their persistence in kindness."

Klein was silent for a few seconds, then he exhaled and said:

"The papers never print these, Mr. Frye. I seldom hear you talk so much."

"I used to be a pastor in the goddess's workhouse." Fry was still in that cold state.

The three well-dressed people successfully arrived at the gate of the West District Poorhouse, showed their credentials to the gatekeeper who looked at the people in line arrogantly, and were led into the poorhouse.

This orphanage was converted from an old church. The mass hall was covered with mats and hammocks. The strong smell of sweat mixed with foot odor filled every corner.

There were many homeless people inside and outside the hall. Some were swinging hammers and breaking stones, while others were picking thin cotton wool from old ropes. No one was idle.

"In order to prevent the poor from becoming dependent on relief and becoming scoundrels, the Poor Law of 16 stipulates that each poor person can only stay in the workhouse for a maximum of five days. If they exceed that period, they will be kicked out. During these five days, they must also work, such as knocking stones or carrying ropes. This is also a necessary task for the criminals in prison." Frye introduced Klein and Leonard without any emotion.

Leonard opened his mouth and finally said, whether sarcastically or in a statement, "If you leave this workhouse, you can go to another one. Of course, you may not be able to live in it again. Maybe in the eyes of some people, the poor are equivalent to criminals."

"Picking ropes?" Klein was silent for a while, not knowing what to ask.

"The fibers in the old ropes are great for filling gaps in ships." Frye stopped and found the burnt marks on the ground.

They waited for a few minutes, and the director and the priest of the workhouse came over, both men in their forties.

"That's where Sols set the fire, but ended up burning himself to death?" Leonard pointed at the mark on the ground.

The director of the workhouse was a man with a broad, slightly protruding forehead. He glanced in the direction Inspector Mitchell pointed with his blue eyes and nodded affirmatively:

"Yes."

"Before this, did Sols behave in any unusual way?" Klein asked.

The director of the workhouse thought for a moment and said:

"According to the people sleeping next to him, Sols kept muttering, 'The Lord has abandoned me,' 'This world is too filthy and dirty,' 'I have nothing,' and other words, full of resentment and despair. But no one thought that he was going to smash all the kerosene lamps and set fire to the place while everyone was asleep. Thank God, someone discovered and stopped his evil deeds in time."

Klein and Leonard successively found several poor people who slept next to Sols last night, and found the guards who prevented the tragedy, but they only got answers that were no different from the information.

Of course, they secretly used clairvoyance, divination and other methods to confirm whether the other party was lying.

"It seems that Sauls has had thoughts of revenge and self-destruction for a long time. This seems to be a normal case." Leonard asked the dean and the pastor to leave and expressed his opinion first.

Klein said carefully:

"My divination also told me that there is no supernatural influence in this case."

"Let's rule out the Sauls arson case for now," Leonard concluded.

At this moment, Frye suddenly spoke:

"No, there may be another possibility. For example, Sols was instigated by someone else. That person is a Beyonder, but he didn't use any extraordinary means."

Klein's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he immediately agreed:

"It's possible, for example, the instigator before!"

Tris the Instigator!

But this has nothing to do with Mrs. Lauvis's death, he thought with a frown.