Chapter 947: House Call

Backlund, East Borough, in a two-room apartment.

A few policemen in black-and-white checkered uniforms opened the door

and entered. All of them reached out to cover their mouths.

There was a strong stench of blood inside!

"Officer, I've no idea what happened. Other tenants said that it seems

like there's plenty of blood here that they can even smell it from next

door." The landlord with a silk top hat looked around in fear, unwilling

to stay in the room for another second.

A black-haired, blue-eyed police officer with an inspector epaulet waved

his hand and said, "Wait by the door. We still have questions for you."

As he spoke, he wore his white gloves and cast his gaze towards the

wooden door of the bedroom.

However, he wasn't in a rush to enter. He slowly surveyed the area and

visually took in the surroundings-a pile of coal, a cupboard with

cutlery and food, a small stove, a cleanly washed iron pot, a somewhat

greasy table, two collapsed circular stools, two slanted chairs, a few

glass bottles with unknown powders, and a stack of scattered tarot

cards.

"A mysticism enthusiast with an ordinary financial situation?" The

black-haired, blue-eyed inspector nodded gently as he made a judgment.

Then, he signaled for a subordinate to open the bedroom door.

With a creak, a stronger smell of blood gushed out.

The constable who opened the door looked in and let out a short

exclamation as he repeatedly retreated.

The inspector frowned. He pressed the retreating constable's shoulders,

circled around him, and approached the bedroom.

When he swept his gaze, his expression immediately changed.

In the bedroom, on a wooden bed, there was a man lying there. His hands

were tied to the bedpost.

He was naked with deep and shallow marks on his body. His blood had long

been drained, dyeing the bedsheet and blanket beside him dark red.

On a cursory glance, the deceased had apparently been bound by metal

wire, cutting into his skin and flesh, right into his bones.

This scene still affected the policemen who had seen many murder scenes.

Furthermore, it had a diabolical feeling like it was a ritual.

As the inspector was about to say something, two people rushed into the

room. One of them attempted to take photos while the other bombarded him

with questions.

"Another murder case?

"Hasn't there been many murder cases in East Borough recently?

"Officer, do you think it's a serial murder?"

The black-haired, blue-eyed inspector frowned and waved his hand.

"Do not interfere with the scene; otherwise, we will view you as the

criminal's accomplice."

He then said to the constable from before, "Khazix, please escort the

two reporters away. Tell them that if they have any questions, ask the

news department of Sivellaus Yard."

After the reporters were escorted out of the crime scene, the inspector

let out a long sigh.

"I'm going on the newspapers again. Damn it!"

In Empress Borough, the opulent villa of Earl Hall.

"Another murder in East Borough. The victim is suspected to have been

abused before being killed..." Having had dinner, Audrey was in the

activity room casually reading the Backlund Evening News.

Upon hearing his daughter's soft muttering, Earl Hall shook his head and

sighed.

"This isn't new in East Borough. The statistics show that there are

people dying every day in there. It's far from one person."

Audrey didn't pay too much attention to the matter. After a casual chat

with her parents and brother, she returned to her room with her golden

retriever, Susie.

The human and dog could read each other's minds without any exchanging

of words. The latter stood by the door as a guard while Audrey locked

the door. She sat by her bed and chanted Mr. Fool's honorific name.

After a few seconds, she saw a dark red beam of light surge and drown

everything.

Audrey arrived above the gray fog, coming inside the magnificent and

ancient palace.

She then saw a small room to the side. The mottled door was ajar.

It's much better than the old confessional from before... However, this

doesn't match Mr. World's character. Did something happen to his state

of mind? In thought, Audrey entered the room and closed the mottled

door.

She had previously had a follow-up appointment with The World Gehrman

Sparrow and concluded that he had fully recovered. To her surprise, she

received a request from him for another treatment.

This left her puzzled as she felt a little intrigued.

In the rather spacious dark room, Audrey leaned against the wall that

obviously had another person behind it. Her body slowly slid down as she

knelt down with her legs placed diagonally.

In the calm and serene atmosphere, she adjusted her state of mind and

said with a brisk tone, "Good evening, Mr. World\~"

Just as she said that, Audrey's spiritual intuition already knew the

situation with his Body of Heart and Mind, or in common parlance, his

emotions or mood.

Gloomy, disheartened, confused, depressed, and having no interest in

anything... Mr. World's current problem is completely different from the

last one... What happened this time? Audrey gently bit her lip and

calmly made a judgment and used a timely Placate.

This was the most useful power of a Psychiatrist. In ancient times, it

was called Psychoanalysis.

The "dark clouds" behind the wall scattered significantly. Gehrman

Sparrow finally hoarsely said, "Good evening, Miss Justice."

Leaning against the wall, Audrey thought and canceled her original plan.

She maintained her brisk tone and said, "I'm very curious about your

recent experiences. It seems you have had too, too many encounters.

"There's no need to think about anything else. Let's have a chat first,

just like we're friends.

"If you're interested in my life, I'm also willing to share with you

some of the interesting matters."

On the opposite side of the wall, Gehrman Sparrow fell silent for a

moment. Without answering the question, he asked, "What hopes do you

have for the future?"

Audrey's eyes darted slightly to the side as she replied seriously, "To

advance myself, to work hard to become a demigod so as to better protect

my father, mother, and brothers.

"Oh, I've recently visited the applicants to the bursary foundation with

the other staff of the foundation. Their living conditions are really

worse than I imagined. Although I've read some reports and was mentally

prepared, I still found it unsettling when I saw it with my own eyes. A

girl who's just a few years younger than me was very short and skinny.

She doesn't fill her stomach daily, and she only has two tattered

dresses. When she said that she wishes to study, her eyes were extremely

pure and filled with an earnest desire. I can't forget it to this

day..."

As she spoke, Audrey acutely sensed the change in Gehrman Sparrow's

mental state. It was no longer a completely still lake, and it was now

rippling and undulating

After a short deliberation, this Psychiatrist continued as though she

didn't seem to notice anything, "I once anticipated having a beautiful

wedding, wishing that my 'prince' will appear like those popular novels.

However, after becoming a Spectator, I realized that I might never be

able to fulfill this dream. I can often read the true thoughts of those

men and see through their lies. I'm able to confirm that many people

aren't as nice as I imagined, and it has left me disappointed. Hmm, in a

few more years, I might be able to appreciate people for their flaws,

but it's really difficult to do so now..."

Noticing that Gehrman Sparrow, who had his back to her across the wall,

having the emotions of laughter, Audrey did a timely Placate on him.

Then, she heard him ask, "You once gathered information about dragons

from The Sun. You should have some understanding of the Dragon of

Imagination.

"If I were to tell you that your father, mother, and brothers are

imagined by the Spectator pathway's King of Angels and that they do not

really exist, what would be your reaction?"

I'll definitely collapse on the spot and directly lose control... Mr.

World has a psychological problem because of his discovery that the

thing that he has been anticipating-his ultimate goal---will never be

fulfilled? Audrey was first alarmed by Gehrman Sparrow's question before

she realized the essence of the question.

She didn't reply as she asked in a guiding manner, "You seem to have

witnessed the destruction of hope."

"Heh." There was a self-deprecating scoff sounding from the wall behind

Audrey. "Indeed, I once thought that I had family. Later, I realized

that it was only an extravagant hope of mine."

"Why do you say that?" Audrey asked like she was having a casual chat.

Gehrman Sparrow fell silent for a few seconds before saying, "Have you

heard of those fairy tales that Emperor Roselle used for bringing up

children?"

"Those are my childhood memories," Audrey acknowledged.

At the same time, she discovered that Mr. World's emotions were clearly

stirred on the other side of the wall. Repressed pain was surging out.

This time, Audrey didn't use Placate. Her spiritual intuition and

professional knowledge told her that he needed to vent it out.

"Then you should know of Sleeping Beauty and her prince," Gehrman

Sparrow said with a soft, hoarse voice. "There's one such person who

also entered a deep sleep until he suddenly woke up one day... He

believes that his family is still around, and he works hard to improve

himself, hoping that he can one day find them. This becomes his main

driving force in life. Finally, he realized that he has slept for at

least three hundred years, or even more than a thousand years, perhaps

even longer. He can never find anything that he once had any more..."

The intense pain and sense of loss was extremely clear to Audrey. She

came to a realization.

The gloomy, restrained, experienced, and ruthless Mr. World also has his

own goals and reason for existing!

This is in line with his gentle heart... How pitiful... Although he was

giving an example using a fairy tale, some of the emotions he felt when

saying certain words reflect reality... When he mentioned "deep sleep,"

"family," "three hundred years," "more than a thousand years," "even

longer," "never find," his pain clearly increased... This means that

he's from an ancient time and has lived to this day due to certain

encounters? This matches the situation of Mr. Fool being an awakening

ancient god. It's no wonder he became his Blessed... Audrey quickly

grasped the key to the matter.

She pursed her lips and pondered for a moment.

"Did his family say anything? Did they say what they wanted him to do

when he wakes up?"