Lanevus? The criminal who cheated people for money and sex? He actually had some connection with Hood Eugen of the Psychological Alchemy Society... Klein was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered the meaning of the name Lanevus.

This is the scammer who made off with more than 10,000 pounds!

This is a mobile vault where you can get 10 pounds for providing clues and 100 pounds for helping to catch the perpetrator!

This is a scum who deceived the bodies and feelings of innocent women!

And he actually knew Hood Eugen and visited him in the insane asylum three times. Does this mean that he has come into contact with the Beyonder circle, or is he an Beyonder himself? Thinking of this, Klein suddenly remembered the name of a potion:

Sequence 8 of the "Thief" Path, "The Swindler"!

These extraordinary people often take pleasure in deceiving others!

Very likely! Klein nodded thoughtfully, controlling his facial expressions and body language, and asked casually, pretending to be nonchalant:

"When was the last time Mr. Lanevus visited Hood Eugen?"

"Early July. I'll have to go back to the asylum and look at the corresponding registration form to find out the exact date." Dust Guderian hesitated for a few seconds before answering.

In early July, Lanevus's scam had not yet failed, and he had not yet fled Tingen... Klein asked, "

"Does Hood Eugen usually mention this gentleman?"

"No, you should know that a Sequence 7 'psychologist' would never leak something accidentally. Every word they say is carefully considered in their minds. Unless they have other purposes, it is difficult to get secrets from them. I took advantage of Hood Eugen's madness to get the formula of the 'mind reader'. By the way, have you confirmed the authenticity of the formula?" Dust hid his pride in his own sequence very well.

Klein smiled and said:

"It's real. When you need to be promoted, feel free to mix the potion according to it. If the Psychological Alchemy Society fails to provide the materials, we can help. Um, how are you doing recently?"

"Not bad. Apart from being a little anxious about Hood Eugen's matter, I feel completely relaxed and no longer have any signs of split personality. You really helped me a lot in this matter." Daxter said sincerely.

Klein put on a humble expression and said:

“This is what I should do.”

"Let's get back to the topic just now. Since you said that the 'psychologist' would carefully consider every word he was about to say and would not easily reveal secrets, then why did Hood Eugen tell you that El was Lanevus? Was he hinting at something or reminding you of something?"

Duster was stunned for a moment, and after a long while he frowned and said:

"This is indeed very strange. I didn't even notice it... But other than that, Hood Eugen didn't mention anything... Could it be that his purpose was to have me tell the name Lanevus to the higher-ups in the guild if anything happened to him?"

"The actual situation is a bit problematic. After I reported Hood Eugen's madness, a liaison did come over. But after I detailed every detail, including Lanevus' name, the top management didn't respond. It was like a stone thrown into the sea. Does this mean they have guessed something?"

“It’s a very reasonable guess.” Klein took out the demon hunting bullets, stuffed them into the revolver one by one, and tried to aim at the target.

"Based on this speculation, Hood Eugen may have anticipated that he would go crazy or die... and that this has something to do with Lanevus? But since he had anticipated this, why didn't he ask for help from the higher-ups in advance?" Dust stared ahead with an unfocused gaze, thinking hard. "It's a pity that he's crazy now and there's no way to communicate effectively."

“Perhaps some evil spirit made him take the risk.” Klein made a guess.

At the same time, he also regretted that Hood Eugen really became a mental patient, which cut off many clues.

Hey, even if he's dead, he's better than a madman. I can use psychic communication to make a dead person speak, but what about a madman? Yes, Ms. Daly once tried to use psychic communication to awaken my lost memories, and the theory she used came from the "Psychological Alchemy Society"... This means that the "spiritual ritual" can also be used on living people to create a situation where spirits communicate directly with each other... In this state, I wonder if Hood Eugen is still crazy...

Unfortunately, I'm not professional enough in this field, so I probably can't do it... Well, I'll summon a messenger first and write to Ms. Daly to see what skills she can provide. If she thinks that only she can do it, then tell the captain to send a telegram to the Backlund Parish to ask for help...

I definitely didn't go around in circles just to learn some techniques and try out the ritual of summoning a messenger...

Ideas flashed through Klein's mind, and he gradually came up with a solution to the problem.

Dust agreed with his guess:

“Greed always makes people stupid. Even if you know there is an abyss ahead, you should still try to get close to the boundary and take a peek.”

This is called madly testing the waters on the edge of death... Klein muttered inwardly, thought for a moment, and said:

"When you return to the asylum, try your best to treat Hood Eugen and try to keep him awake for a while and give him some advice."

"Also, don't hide your worries and anxieties. Contact the people from the Psychological Alchemy Society more often and urge them to solve Hood Eugen's problem. This is the most normal and reasonable reaction."

Dust nodded solemnly:

“I try to do it.”

Klein didn't say anything more. He carefully asked again:

"Has Hood Eugen's body shown any abnormalities recently? For example, fine scales have grown on certain parts of his body."

"Half crazy", "really crazy" and "out of control" are different degrees of description when Extraordinary People really have problems. The mildest ones are just changes in their outlook on life, like a different person, but they can think rationally and act normally, which is called "half crazy". More serious ones will lose logic, become confused and crazy, and difficult to communicate, which is called "really crazy". The type that cannot be saved is that both the body and the mind turn into monsters and are completely "out of control".

And at some point, if existing problems are not solved in time, things may get out of control.

Previously, in order not to expose the informant lurking inside the "Psychological Alchemy Society", Dunn ordered the Night Watchmen not to control Hood Eugen immediately, but to adopt monitoring and investigation to prevent accidents. However, if the other party showed signs of losing control, they must be dealt with decisively.

Duster shook his head and smiled bitterly:

"No, you can rest assured on this point. I am also afraid that Hood Eugen will lose control and will not miss any details. After all, I am in the asylum six days a week."

After the two talked for a few more words, they left the shooting range about ten minutes apart.

Klein resisted the urge to sleep and took a public carriage back to Daffodil Street.

He opened the door and saw his sister sitting on the sofa in the living room. She was neither reading nor tinkering with parts or machinery. She just stared blankly ahead, looking like she had lost her soul.

Klein tapped his teeth lightly, activated his spiritual vision, and asked doubtfully:

"Melissa, what happened?"

Judging from the color of your aura, you seem to be in good health... not malnourished like before...

Melissa retracted her gaze, pursed her lips, looked towards the kitchen where the sound came from, and said blankly:

"Bella has been recommending her family's unique breakfast recipe, saying it is very delicious. I promised to let her try it this morning."

"What method?" Klein had a bad feeling.

“Put last night’s leftovers together and cook them, then add water and bread…” Melissa repeated in a low and erratic voice.

This, this is standard dark cuisine... Klein stretched out his hand and pinched his forehead:

"so?"

“We can’t waste food…” Melissa bit her lip and nodded seriously.

Sister, I feel like you are doubting your life... Klein cleared his throat, suppressed his smile, and asked:

"Where's Benson?"

"He's in the bathroom." Melissa finally got rid of her confusion and her eyes regained their luster.

At this moment, the sound of water pumping came from the bathroom on the first floor. Benson opened the door and came out holding a newspaper.

"Dear Klein, would you like some breakfast?"

"No, I've already eaten." Klein shook his head firmly, and was extremely glad that he had made an appointment with Dust this morning, otherwise he would not have asked Roxanne to bring breakfast in advance.

"What a pity, otherwise you would have changed your opinion of my cooking skills and become more confident." Benson laughed at himself.

At this time, Melissa noticed something. She rolled her eyes and looked at Klein.

"You came back very late today."

Sister, be more innocent, be more lively, and don't worry all the time... You were in a good state just now! Klein smiled and said:

"There is good news."

"You passed the assessment of the police department, so you can receive extra salary?" Melissa asked without even thinking.

Benson also smiled and nodded in agreement.

"..." Klein stood at the edge of the living room holding his hat and said with a smile, "How can I give you a surprise?"

Then, he added with a dry cough:

"Yes, my weekly salary has doubled."

He concealed his newly increased salary of four pounds a week, intending to save a small treasury for the future. After all, he could not just rely on the money in the bearer account. Moreover, doubling the amount would be enough to scare his brother and sister.

“Six pounds?” Melissa blurted out, surprised and shocked.

"I really need to change jobs." Benson touched his hairline and said.

With the information provided by Klein, he studied very hard on his own during this period.

Before Klein could speak, Melissa said with a delighted look:

"In this way, after deducting normal expenses, you will be able to accumulate enough wealth in two or three years to meet the minimum standard for a gentleman to marry. Well, the standard is what Elizabeth told me."

“…” Klein laughed dumbly. “This is going to happen a long time in the future. Shouldn’t we celebrate now? I declare that from today on, our staple food will be white bread. When I’m done with this busy period, we’ll go to different restaurants to taste the food.”

Melissa glanced at him and spoke as if she hadn't heard anything:

"Benson and I are going to attend mass at St. Selina's Church. Do you want to go?"

I praise the goddess every day... Klein laughed and said:

"I have to catch up on my sleep."

He slept until half past twelve. After having lunch with Benson and Melissa, he continued the task of checking the red chimney houses.

When it was late at night and everyone was asleep, he sealed off his bedroom with his spiritual power and prepared to try the messenger summoning ritual provided by the "Dead Spirit Mentor" Daly.

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