Dorian drew the curtains, darkening the office, and sat down.

He held the crystal ball in his left hand, and touched the top with his right palm, stroking it back and forth, while whispering continuously in his mouth, as if whispering.

Gradually, the bright dots in the crystal ball became brighter and more obvious, as if they were reflections of the starry night sky.

The stars that are often used to determine the direction of destiny and life trajectory emerge one after another, forming a three-dimensional horoscope, mixed with many spiritual revelations that seem to be symbolic symbols.

Dorian Gray finally stopped and looked at it intently.

"I'm not lying... This is indeed the trajectory of events... She seems to be able to bring certain changes to the Abraham family, optimistic changes..." The light of the crystal ball gradually dimmed, and Dorian stood up, having made a decision in his heart.

Lunch time, inside the Four-Winged Bird Restaurant.

In front of Fors was a fish that had been cut into pieces, deep-fried, and sprinkled with rosemary. It had a crispy and fragrant skin, fresh meat, and no tiny bones. It was quite delicious. The only problem was that the chef had a very strange aesthetic taste. He actually kept the two bulging fish eyes and used the plating technique to make them look upwards at the same time, as if expressing his unwillingness to die.

…Fors pushed down the fish head, cut off the tail, and covered the eye that was facing upwards.

At this time, Dorian Gray moved his knife and fork and said casually:

"Anlisa likes mysticism very much and has done some research in this area. When you were sorting out her belongings, did you see any relevant books, notes or items?"

"There are some notes and books," Fors answered frankly, "and because of them I became a fan of the occult, but unfortunately, there are some contents that I cannot understand at all."

For example, the book "Spiritual World Observations" is not only absurd, but also has confusing logic and poor expression. Even if I can force myself to read it and calm my anxiety regularly, it is difficult to remember the contents. I will forget them after reading them, let alone understand them... Fors added in her mind.

Dorian nodded slightly and laughed:

"Then you can ask me. I am also a fan of mysticism and a relatively proficient one."

"Really? That's great!" Fors said in agreement.

Seeing that she was indeed interested, Dorian immediately steered the topic towards mysticism, sometimes mentioning the spirit world, and sometimes talking about his own meditation experience. He was well prepared and deliberately chose a secluded and quiet place when he entered the restaurant, so as not to worry about their conversation being overheard by the surrounding customers.

At the end of lunch, Dorian took the initiative to suggest:

"I have never known how to express my gratitude, but now I don't have to worry about it. Haha, although Lawrence paid you, I don't think it is enough to match your kindness, good intentions and trustworthiness.

"Ms. Wall, you can write to me if you have any questions in the field of occult science. This is my humble thanks."

"This is exactly what I want." Fors did not refuse.

From the exchange just now, she could clearly see that Dorian Gray possessed a solid, rich and systematic knowledge of the occult, and was worthy of being a member of the ancient Abraham family.

This aspect was also Fors's shortcoming. Although she had mastered a lot of common sense about the extraordinary world, it all came from a few not-so-deep books and notes, as well as scattered words she had heard and experienced at various gatherings and encounters. It was not comprehensive, not systematic, and had many flaws.

Hearing the other party's answer, Dorian raised his glass and smiled:

"I hope that one day, we too will have mysterious and extraordinary abilities."

…………

Backlund North District, Saint Samuel Church.

A group of people wearing black windbreakers and red gloves entered the underground area. The leader was a man in his forties with soft features and long hair on his temples.

Wearing an ostentatious standard top hat and carrying a black straight cane inlaid with gold, he quietly followed the night watchman who was leading the way in front of him and entered a rather spacious room.

There were bookshelves filled with files in the room. A woman with a black robe, blue eyeshadow and blush, and an enchanting beauty, was sitting leisurely on a high-back chair. She did not stand up to greet them. She was the former "psychic" Daly.

"Sost, the information you need is all there." Daly pointed to the table near the door with her chin.

The middle-aged man called Soest smiled and said:

"Daily, why were you assigned to guard here? You should be responsible for more important things."

"No, this is my own idea. I need to calm down and read more information." Daly laughed softly, "This is to make it easier to move forward. Humans are fragile creatures and need a certain period of calm. No one can always be at the top and enjoy excitement and pleasure all the time."

"...Your style really hasn't changed. What a pity that you never give me a chance." Soster suddenly laughed.

Daly shook her head seriously and said:

"Obviously, you don't know me. My current hobbies are more bizarre. If you can turn yourself into a rotting corpse or expose white bones, then I will definitely be interested in you."

She turned to look at a "Red Glove" standing behind Soest: "Leonard, why did you choose to join his team? This guy is arrogant, arrogant and cowardly. He always fantasizes that the lady he likes will take the initiative to lie down and wait for him. Frankly speaking, maybe this is the characteristic of "Nightmare"? "

When talking about nightmares, Daly paused noticeably.

Leonard responded helplessly:

"Ms. Daly, this is arranged by Her Excellency Cecima."

"I see... I can see that you agree with my opinion on Soest." Daly concluded with a slightly hoarse voice.

...Leonard didn't know how to explain it for a moment.

Fortunately, the "Requiem Master" Soest did not pay attention to Daly's words. He walked to the table full of documents and picked up a file to look through it. Leonard and others immediately gathered around and imitated their own deacon.

Amid the long sound of papers flipping, Soest asked casually:

"What's new in Backlund recently? What do you think is worth paying attention to?"

Dai Li's eyes moved slightly, and after thinking for a while, she said:

"Several Beyonders who have cooperated with us have sent us news that many people have recently been looking for an organization that believes in The Fool, and have given it a corresponding honorific name..."

After describing the honorific name of “The Fool” in Loenese, she chuckled and said:

“I seem to be seeing the birth of a whole new cult, of course, perhaps it’s the reincarnation of an old friend.

"Soest, what do you think?"

Soest thought carefully for a moment and said:

"No, I have never heard of such an organization."

At this moment, Leonard raised his head from the file and said thoughtfully:

“Could this be related to the two Tarot rituals we are tracking down?

"'The Fool' is the first and most important card in the Tarot deck!"

Daly was stunned for a second, then nodded thoughtfully:

"Your idea is very interesting..."

"But there is no evidence for this. It is pure speculation and not even reasoning." Soest said disapprovingly.

Leonard smiled and said:

"Emperor Roselle once said, make bold assumptions and carefully verify them."

…………

Hillston, Cragg Club.

Klein, who had headed straight here after leaving the Harvest Church, had just entered the hall when he saw the equestrian teacher Talim Dumont sitting in a secluded place, thinking about something.

Seeing that lunch would take a while, Klein moved closer and greeted him with a smile:

"Good afternoon, Talim. You seem to be having problems again?"

Talim suddenly woke up and shook his head quickly:

"No, I haven't."

You seem to have done something wrong? Klein muttered, sat down, and smiled:

"It's a pity that Alan and Mike are not here, otherwise we would have another pleasant afternoon."

Talim smiled:

"They are all very busy and have little free time."

Without waiting for Klein to speak, he looked around and said:

"Sherlock, a great man is very interested in you after hearing about your deeds. He wants to meet you. Are you willing?

"To be honest, I really envy this opportunity. It's a very rare opportunity."

Wait, what could I have done? Helped Mrs. Mary catch an adulterer? Accompanied reporter Mike to a brothel? Even though I went to the East District a few times, I didn't do anything remarkable... At most, you know that I made some contributions to the serial murder case, and helped Dr. Allen solve his nightmare problem by providing consultation... Klein was confused.

After two seconds, he suddenly understood the reason.

When that big shot asked Talim if he knew any outstanding detectives, he could only think of me, so he took the initiative to help me add some descriptions that sounded very impressive, such as the real solver behind the serial murders, the case in which Mrs. Mary's ex-husband and his mistress transferred the assets of Coim Company, and the great detective with strong mobility, keen sense of smell, and precise actions... This is business mutual flattery... Klein sighed secretly.

He considered it for a moment and said:

"Talim, I'm sorry. As a detective, I have my own principles, which is to try not to get involved in matters involving big shots. It may be just a small sneeze-like friction for the upper stage, but it may bring me unbearable disaster.

“I don’t label myself, so I’m not going to meet the big guy.”

This was actually something Klein had considered before becoming a detective.

Once involved with the upper class, it would be easy for people to dig into his affairs. Before he became the "Faceless Man", he did not want to take such a risk.

"...You are very rational." Talim said thoughtfully, "The big shot anticipated this reaction and believed that such a detective is more trustworthy, so he hopes that you will take a commission that does not involve the upper class."

"What commission?" Klein asked.

Talim laughed and said:

"It's the Capin case that you and Mike discussed last time. The big shot was very interested in the organization that used tarot cards as a symbol. He said there were more than one similar case, and he hopes you can find the corresponding clues."

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