Chapter 117 The audience went crazy. Isn't that normal?

11: pm, Baron Gramire Mansion.

Qibulu came online on time, wearing a loose robe, and took a nap on the sofa in the living room, paying no attention to etiquette or decency.

The door of the living room was pushed open with a creak, and a figure slowly walked up to the pirate and said in a cold tone:

"I doubt if you are capable of pretending to be a noble. Your manners and posture are too bad."

Qibulu opened one eye and said with a raised corner of his mouth: "How about you help me? Let me see the bed manners of the nobles? By the way, have you been to Intis? The people there even..."

The figure fainted and fell beside Qibulu. It seemed that he had left.

The teasing in Qibulu's eyes disappeared, replaced by endless coldness. If he had not replaced Qilingos and killed him in advance, how many people would have died in this week?

Are the "psychiatrists" who treat humans as food and control them to die really sane? Are they really not crazy? Am I crazy, or are they crazy?

……

The next day, Friday, August 8, at 30:8 a.m., at the shooting club on Zouteland Street.

The asylum doctor Dust Guderian made an appointment with Klein again to meet here.

boom! boom! boom!
Daxter was shocked to find that this trainee inspector and night watchman actually hit the target with every shot. Although he also hit the target quite a lot, he was far behind in comparison! He couldn't help but say:

"You are more confident than before, and you are more proficient in shooting. Is this the result of your internal training?"

Klein coolly performed a gun dance and said without changing his expression:
"No, I have actually been hiding my strength the whole time. Well, I was just pretending to lower your guard before."

"..." Dust curled his lips and said, "Although I can't tell whether you are lying, my intuition tells me that you are lying to me."

Ha, as long as I can't tell the difference, it's fine. The clown's ability to find joy in misery and use a smile to hide his sadness can indeed restrain the "audience's" observation to a certain extent. Well, unless the clown's face is torn off to see what's underneath... Klein smiled and asked:
"How is Hood Eugen doing these days?"

"...He is really crazy." Dust did not hesitate and quickly betrayed the "psychologist" of the Psychological Alchemy Society. "I have tried various methods to test him. He is indeed crazy. I am considering prescribing the right medicine for him to see if I can cure him."

It’s really crazy... The audience, as expected, in Old Blue’s opinion, the Extraordinary is of lower priority than the "Devil"... Miss Justice is also an audience, but our Tarot Club has a correct and complete way of acting, instead of Hood Eugen’s vague and wrong way of being a "mental patient"... He should be a "psychologist"!
I will need to give Miss Justice a heads up for the next Tarot Club, telling her to make good use of her acting skills. After all, such a generous and magnanimous sponsor, and such a good supporting actor who can read the atmosphere, has really played the role of my second trumpet. Miss Justice is indispensable to the Tarot Club!

——If Audrey knew what Klein the Fool was thinking right now, she would probably be so moved that she would cry, right?
"Did you find out who had contact with him before he went crazy?" This was the question Klein asked the last time he learned that Hood Eugen had gone crazy.

“No one except the asylum’s doctors, patients, nurses and handymen had contact with him.

“By the way, there was someone who came here three times earlier, his name was El.

"But Hood Eugen mentioned that El was a pseudonym.

"His real name is Lanevus."

……

Blackthorn Security Company.

"Lanevers..." Dunn rubbed his forehead, "I seem to have heard of this somewhere..."

"It's the swindler who took away at least 1 pounds," Klein reminded.

"Oh, yes, the Sequence 8 Beyonder 'Swindler', 'Thief', that path..."

Dunn suddenly said:
"Matthew came to me a few days ago and asked us to avoid people involved in Lanevus because their members have been secretly monitoring us and are even more strict with some suspects.

“They suspect that some of the victims are partners of Lanevus, and that they may be contacted and receive a share of the profits from the fraudsters after the news has died down.

"Because the steel company is in the South District, and most of the victims are Storm believers, the case has been handed over to the Punisher."

Huh? Klein was a little surprised. Isn't that just a scam? This kind of fraud has been reported a lot on Earth before, but it was actually discovered in this era? Who said that the Mandated Punishers are stupid? Oh, by the way, Old Blue has been promoted to "Navigator", and his memory and spirituality have been improved... Could it be that he arranged it specifically?

"I understand." Klein nodded and said, "Captain, now we have discovered that Lanevus frequently visited Hood Eugen before he went crazy, and the Psychological Alchemist Society is involved. Should we continue investigating? Or should we hand over the information to the Mandated Punisher? Well, it would be best to ensure the safety of my informant Dust..."

Dunn looked at Klein with his deep grey eyes and said, “The asylum is located in the North District, which is the area we are responsible for. Previously, due to a shortage of manpower, we withdrew the Extraordinary monitoring of the asylum and only kept ordinary police officers. Now that we have confirmed that Hood Eugen is crazy, we can no longer let a mid-sequence Extraordinary be out of control.

“Although the psychiatrist has not yet shown any physical changes, after going ‘crazy’, the next step is losing control. Perhaps we need some tough measures.

"You are right. The informant's information cannot be exposed. There may be other members of the Psychological Alchemy Society in the asylum...

“We will go there in the early morning and sneak in secretly. Then I will confirm Hood Ogen’s condition in his dream and try to enter the dreams of others to determine whether they are extraordinary people.

"Heh, this is the correct way to use 'Nightmare', right?
"They don't all have to be arrested, but they must be registered and supervised... Of course, if their hands are already covered in blood, then they should accept the punishment of the goddess."

“Okay!” Klein felt that there was nothing missing in this plan, and he sighed in his heart:

The captain is really reliable...it seems that he has become accustomed to "playing" a "nightmare".

I had been thinking of channeling the spirits of living people, as Ms. Daly had done before. It seemed that the captain wanted to guide me in my dreams and let me tell the truth, just like he did when he first met me.

Hmm? But I can stay awake in my dreams... What about psychiatrists? The Nighthawks' records don't describe them in detail, but they say they can treat mental disorders, etc. "Psychology"... Maybe they can also have some special abilities in dreams? Or keep their own secrets?
Thinking of this, Klein hurriedly said, "Captain! I've read the description of the 'psychologist' sequence, which was called 'psychoanalyst' in ancient times. Perhaps they can distinguish dreams? Um, I doubt your ability in dreams... Is there any record of this in the materials with a higher level of confidentiality?"

Dunn crossed his hands and placed them under his chin and said:

"Psychoanalyst... you are right. After the 'psychological suggestion' in advance, it is possible to maintain a certain degree of lucidity in the dream.

"What else do you want to say?"

"Perhaps I can use the 'spiritual ritual' to communicate with Hood Eugen, just like Ms. Daly did... Of course, you can try to guide the dream first."

"Daly..." Dunn was stunned for a moment, then raised his right hand and touched his hairline, and his other hand seemed to cover the magazine on the table unintentionally.

Klein quickly glanced over and saw the title of the magazine that was spread out:

"The sap of the Toningsman tree found in the rain forests of the southern continent has a significant effect in promoting hair growth."

...Maybe Benson needs it too? Klein quickly retracted his gaze, pretending not to see it and said:

"I can summon Ms. Daly's messenger and ask her for advice on psychic skills. If I send a letter now, it will probably arrive in Backlund around noon..."

Dunn stopped moving suddenly and glanced at Klein with scrutiny: "Messenger? What messenger?"

"what?"

Huh?! Klein was stunned. Didn't Ms. Daly tell the captain about the messenger?! But... considering that she came all the way from Backlund specifically to ask him to explain the acting method to Dunn, I guess... I'm wrong?
The captain’s reaction... should be... am I right?

"Um, that's right, from the post office..." Klein saw Dunn's deep gray eyes and immediately confessed:

“That’s a ritual magic that can summon an occult messenger that belongs exclusively to Ms. Daly. Um, she has a unique appearance.

“After you give it the letter, it can travel to Backlund at a speed faster than a steam train.

"Captain! Ms. Daly cares about you! She cares about you!
"Before I revealed the method to you, she came here specifically to let me explain it to you in detail!"

Dunn's expression changed several times, and he scratched his head unconsciously with his left hand. Then he quickly covered the magazine and said with an embarrassed expression:
"Ritual magic... I'm really not good at it. You may not know that the 'Sleepless' path up to the 'Nightmare' path are not very good at this kind of thing. The next sequence 'Requiem Master' is..."

Captain! I know! You told me before! Klein wanted to cover his face. The keyboard emotional master immediately sensed Dunn's emotions. It seemed that he was right. Captain Dunn and Ms. Daly both had that intention, but they just didn't say it to each other...

After all, when Dunn mentioned Daley's promotion speed before, that tone and that expression...

Klein immediately said, "Captain! I would like to write to Ms. Daly to ask for advice on the spiritualistic ritual. Well, in order to avoid danger in the ritual of summoning the messenger, please be sure to watch!"

Dunn picked up the coffee cup beside him and took a sip, but found that there was no liquid in it. He raised his head, his throat moved, and he swallowed the non-existent coffee, saying:

"Okay."

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