Sir Deville's bedroom is larger than the Klein family's living room and dining room. It consists of a bed, a living room, a dressing room, a washroom, and a bookshelf and desk. It is exquisitely furnished and has luxurious details.

But in Klein's opinion, the lighting here was dim and the temperature was at least half lower than outside.

At the same time, he seemed to hear cry after cry, and groaning like a dying struggle.

Klein was in a daze, and everything returned to normal: bright sunlight penetrated the window and filled the entire bedroom; the temperature was neither high nor low; the surrounding police, bodyguards, and butlers were silent and did not speak.

He turned his head to look at the classical and gorgeous bed, and saw that there seemed to be pairs of blurry eyes hovering in the shadows, like fearless moths beside a gas lamp.

After taking a few steps and getting closer to the place, Klein's "spiritual vision" lost the scene he had just seen.

It's not a standard wronged ghost, and it's certainly not an evil spirit. So what is it? Klein frowned, recalling the mystical knowledge he had acquired during this period.

In his opinion, today's task would not be difficult at all if given to the "corpse collector", the "gravedigger" or the "psychic", but this was obviously not the area he was best at.

Resisting the urge to divine the direction of his investigation, Klein slowly looked around, searching for other traces to confirm his guesses.

"Hey, Inspector," Sir Deville said after a moment's hesitation, "Have you found anything?"

"If it were that easy to make a discovery, I don't think my colleagues would have waited until now." Klein said this in a clichéd way and subconsciously glanced at the great philanthropist.

Just as he was about to look away, he suddenly noticed a pale figure reflected in the mirror behind Sir Deville.

No, it was a series of overlapping and twisted pale white figures!

The figure flashed by, and Klein seemed to hear faint crying again.

He let out a breath, relieving the fear that had just frightened him to the point of drawing his gun.

With his inspiration enhanced and his clairvoyance activated, he would be scared mad sooner or later. Klein relieved his tension by making fun of himself, and then turned his attention back to Sir Deville.

This time, he saw something different.

Sir Deville was in this bedroom, and pale, distorted shadows flashed around him from time to time, making the light in that area seem slightly dim.

And every flash is inevitably accompanied by illusory crying and groaning that are difficult for normal people to hear.

Normal people can't hear it under normal circumstances? Because it's daytime? Klein nodded thoughtfully.

He has made a preliminary judgment on this case:

What entangles Sir Deville are resentments, which are the spiritual remnants caused by the most difficult emotions for humans to let go before death!

If this kind of resentment and remnant accumulates for a period of time and becomes several times stronger, it will turn into a terrifying evil spirit.

However, Sir Deville was a famous philanthropist. Even Benson, who was so picky, respected him very much. How could he have so many "death grudges"? Inconsistent? Was it the tricks of a Beyonder with bad intentions? Klein speculated doubtfully.

He thought for a moment, looked at Deville, and said:

"Sir, I have a few questions."

"Please go ahead." Deville sat down tiredly and weakly.

Klein organized his words and said:

"When you left here and went to a new place, such as the countryside or Backlund, did you get at least a brief moment of peace at night? Then the situation slowly returned and became more and more serious, until you could hear groaning and crying even when you slept during the day?"

Deville's half-closed eyes suddenly opened, and there was a little more brilliance in his blue eyes:

"Yes, have you found the root of the matter?"

Only then did he realize that due to long-term insomnia and poor mental state, he had actually forgotten to tell the police such an important clue!

Seeing that Klein's question was answered in the affirmative, Inspector Toller secretly breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that the Nighthawks had found the clue.

Sheriff Gate was surprised and curious, and couldn't help but look at the psychology expert Klein several times.

Klein, who received feedback that resentment was gradually entangled and accumulated bit by bit, basically confirmed the answer.

He now has two ways to help Sir Deville get rid of his troubles. One is to directly set up an altar around the other party and use ritual magic to completely eliminate the "death grudge". The other is to use other mystical means to find the source of the problem and solve the problem fundamentally.

Considering the rule of "try not to let ordinary people know the existence of extraordinary powers", Klein planned to try the second method first, and then pray to the goddess if it didn't work.

"Sir, you have a mental illness and a mental problem." He looked at Deville and spoke nonsense seriously.

Sir Deville frowned and asked:

"You mean, I'm a mental patient and need to go to a mental hospital?"

"No, it's not that serious. In fact, most people have some psychological and mental problems to a greater or lesser extent." Klein said to comfort her. "Please allow me to introduce myself again. I am a psychology expert at the Ahowa County Police Department."

"Psychology expert?" Deville and his butler looked at their acquaintance, Inspector Toler, at the same time.

Toller nodded solemnly to indicate that this was indeed the case. ..

"Okay, so what do I need to do to cooperate with the treatment? Besides, I don't understand why my butler, my bodyguard, and my servants can hear crying and groaning" Deville held the cane with both hands, a look of confusion on his face.

Klein answered very professionally:

"I'll explain it to you later."

"Please ask your butler, your servant, and your bodyguard to leave. Inspector Toler, Sheriff Gate, please leave as well. I need a quiet environment to carry out preliminary treatment."

Use the spell "Heal" Inspector Toller silently added to him and nodded to Sir Deville.

Deville was silent for more than ten seconds and said:

"Karen, take them to the living room on the second floor and wait."

"Yes, sir." Butler Karen did not object because the person who made the request was a formal police officer, a trainee inspector, and a psychology expert.

After watching them leave one by one and closing the door, Klein looked at Deville, who had dark blond hair and blue eyes, and said:

"Sir, please lie down, relax, and try to fall asleep."

"Okay." Deville hung his coat and hat on the coat rack, walked slowly to the bed and lay down.

Klein drew all the curtains together, making the room dark.

He took off the pendant and quickly used the "pendulum" to make a simple judgment of good or bad luck, then sat on the rocking chair not far from the end of the bed, outlined the ball of light, entered into meditation, and let the spiritual world appear before his eyes.

Then, he leaned back in his chair and fell into a deep sleep, allowing his astral body to come into contact with the outside world.

He was using the technique of "dream divination" to allow himself to "communicate" with the resentments that were haunting Sir Deville in a spiritual environment similar to dreaming.

Only through communication can we get answers and solve problems!

Woo woo woo!

The sound of sad cries lingered in Klein's ears, and he "saw" pale white transparent figures emerging one after another around him.

Ho, ho, ho, a painful groan was heard. Klein, who had barely regained his ability to think, stretched out his right hand and touched one of them.

Suddenly, those figures turned into moths flying into the fire, and flew towards him one after another.

Klein's vision suddenly became blurry, and his head seemed to be split in half. One half was observing calmly, and the other half saw the "mirror".

The "mirror" shows a strong young girl dressed as a worker. She is walking in a dusty factory, with her head throbbing with pain.

Her vision was blurry at times and her body was getting thinner.

She seemed to hear someone calling her Charlotte, and saying that she was suffering from general hysterics.

Hysteria? She looked in the mirror and saw a faint blue line on her gums.

The "camera" turned, and Klein seemed to see it again, transformed into a girl named Mary.

She, too, walked in the lead factory, young and lively.

Suddenly, half of her cheek began to twitch continuously, followed by the arm and leg on the same side.

"You have epilepsy," she heard someone say as her whole body convulsed.

She fell down with convulsions that became more and more severe, and finally she lost consciousness.

There was another girl who was depressed and wandered around the street like a fool. She even had a language barrier.

She had terrible headaches, blue lines on her gums, and she had fits from time to time.

She met a doctor who said:

"Lafferty, you are under the influence of lead."

The doctor looked at her with pity, watching her twitch again, several times in a row, and watching all the light disappear from her eyes.

Pictures after pictures appeared in Klein's mind. He was half immersed in them and half observing calmly.

Suddenly, he completely understood what these girls had experienced:

They were female workers who had been exposed to white lead and dust for a long time and they died of lead poisoning.

Sir Deville happened to own a lead factory and two ceramic factories, all of which employed relatively cheap female workers!

Klein "watched" all this in silence, feeling that there was only one thing he hadn't figured out:

Such "death resentment" is minimal, and even if it accumulates, it is impossible to have any impact on reality or on Deville.

Unless, unless there is a stronger and more persistent resentment that turns them into a whole.

Just then, he "saw" another girl.

The girl, no more than eighteen years old, was helping to glaze porcelain in the factory.

"Hayley, how are you feeling recently? Do you have a headache? If it's serious, remember to tell me. Sir Deville has stipulated that people with severe headaches cannot come into contact with lead and must leave the factory." An elderly woman asked with concern.

Hai Liye touched her forehead and replied with a smile:

"A little bit, okay."

“Then tell me tomorrow if it’s serious,” the older woman urged.

Hai Liye agreed, returned home, and pressed her forehead from time to time.

She saw her parents and brother coming back from outside and saw sadness on their faces.

"Your father and brother lost their jobs," her mother said, wiping away tears.

Her father and brother lowered their heads and whispered:

"We'll go to the docks and find something to do."

"But we don't even have money for bread the day after tomorrow. Maybe we have to move to the innermost part of the lower street." Hai Liye's mother looked at her with red eyes, "When can you get your salary? It's 0 soli, right?"

Hai Liye pinched her forehead again:

"Yeah, Saturday. Saturday."

She said nothing more and was as quiet as usual. She returned to the factory the next day and told her supervisor that her headache was gone and there was no problem.

She smiled, walked 5 kilometers to work every day, and then walked 5 kilometers home, and massaged her head more and more frequently.

"Haven't you found a job yet?" Haleye looked at the black bread cooked in the soup and couldn't help asking her father and brother.

Her father said distressedly:

"The economy is bad recently, and many places are laying off employees. Even at the docks, people work one day and rest the next. They only get 3 soli pence a week."

Hailie sighed and said nothing more. She was as quiet as ever, but quietly hid her left hand, which was twitching suddenly, behind her back.

The next day, she walked to work again. The sun gradually became brighter and the number of pedestrians on the street gradually increased.

Suddenly, she began to twitch, and her whole body was shaking.

She fell to the side of the road, foaming at the mouth.

She looked up at the sky and her vision began to blur. She saw people coming and going, people approaching, a carriage passing by, and the white dove emblem of the Deville family spreading its wings as if ready to take off.

She tried to open her mouth, but no sound came out.

So, she still said nothing and was as quiet as usual.

But unlike usual, she died.