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"Perhaps he had a not-so-good childhood, which led him to crave validation from others."
"In daily life, he may be a very inconspicuous person, or an insignificant existence that is often ignored."
Audrey couldn't stop analyzing, her eyes became more and more
This feeling made her feel like a great detective who was gradually analyzing the criminal's psychology and then solving the case.
Peel away the cocoon, starting from the tiny details, and find out the real murderer hidden behind the scenes step by step!
Hastur did not disturb Audrey at this moment, but just looked at her with a smile. At this moment, Audrey was like a beautiful butterfly that broke away from its constraints and emerged from its cocoon, living its own wonderful life.
After analyzing for a while, Audrey stopped. When she caught a glimpse of Hastur's eyes, her face was slightly flushed. She lowered her head in embarrassment and gently reached out to stroke Susie's head.
If she had not been exposed to the occult, she would have wanted to be a detective, and Susie would have been her best assistant.
"Excellent analysis. I think I will soon be able to find the prisoner hiding behind the scenes based on the precise analysis provided by Miss Audrey."
"Then Mr. Hastur will remember my contribution."
"Wang!"
"Of course, Susie must also be counted. You are my detective's most capable assistant."
……
The case of diarrhea came to an end quickly, except that Gray Lint was disturbed and in a bad mood.
As usual, Hasta occasionally went shopping with Audrey during the day, occasionally went to Backlund University to chat and discuss some knowledge with Professor Wayne and Lecturer Foren, and sometimes went to the Hillston area for a stroll.
As for the issue of reputational damage, Hastur sent a precious apology gift to each of the nobles who suffered from diarrhea, and then the police came forward to announce that the prisoner had been found and the case was closed, quickly calming down the matter.
Compared to Hastur's leisurely life, Klein, a rich man named Dawn Downstad, has been so busy recently that he wishes he could split it into two people.
As he appeared at the party held in Hastur and gained a little fame, proving his strength and status, the neighbors around him invited him to dinners and banquets at their homes.
In the past two weeks alone, he had attended eleven large or small banquets.
Even some nobles who were far away or even heard their names sent invitations when they held banquets.
This kind of high-intensity communication even made him take a break for two days to give himself some free space.
Klein was very kind and took his advice, choosing to take a break from socializing and give himself a couple of days off.
He went to St. Samuel's Church again, made a donation as usual, and then chatted with the bishop in charge of prayers in the prayer hall to enhance their friendship.
Thanks to the bishop, Klein basically visited the entire St. Samuel's Church and could already draw a rough topographic map in his mind.
Near evening, Klein came alone to the street where Benson and Melissa lived. Seeing that they were living a good life, he hid his whereabouts and left with peace of mind.
Then he went to the school where Melissa was studying and donated money to the school in the name of supporting outstanding poor students.
I hope it can indirectly help Melissa and also learn a lot about Melissa's life in school.
Leonard was quite conscientious and even called the school to ask the principal to pay special attention to Melissa's campus life.
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At the same time, he would come over basically every other week to see if Benson and Melissa needed help.
Klein was quite touched by this, and gave Leonard a dream that night to thank him for taking care of Benson and Melissa.
"Fuck me!"
Late at night, Leonard, who was sleeping soundly, pulled back the quilt, sat up straight, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
Damn it again!
That guy Klein actually gave him another dream!
He said he was thanking him for helping him take care of Melissa and Benson?
But if you really want to thank yourself, can you not suddenly appear in your dreams like this?
"If it happens like this next time, I will... there will be no next time!"
Leonard sat on the bed to rest for a while, then got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
There's nothing I can do about it. Klein in the dream still looks terrible, and it almost gave him a heart attack.
……
Monday, Backlund time, three o'clock in the afternoon.
Above the gray fog, streaks of deep red light lit up on both sides of the mottled long table, solidifying into blurry, different figures.
Audrey was in a happy mood. Since Mr. Hastur returned to Backlund, she had often followed him to places that Earl Hall usually didn't want her to set foot in. She really gained a lot of knowledge.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool." Audrey raised the corners of her mouth gracefully, stood up, and naturally greeted all the Tarot Club members.
After greeting each other and sitting down, Hermit Cattleya gave Klein a small surprise.
"Mr. Fool, here are three pages of Emperor Russell's diary."
When Cattleya handed over the three pages of Emperor Russell's diary, she especially glanced at the magician Miss Forsi, her eyes seemed a little proud.
"??"
Forsi was a little confused. Why did you take a look at me when you handed in Mr. Fool Russell's diary? Still showing that look?
She thought for a while and felt that this hermit lady was probably showing off to her the three pages of Russell's diary in her hand.
But is there anything worth showing off about this thing?
I have handed over many Russell diaries to Mr. Fool before.
Hehe, it’s so childish to still act like this when you have grown up.
Forsi felt a sense of intellectual superiority over Cattleya for a moment, and then gave Cattleya a contemptuous look.
"??"
Cattleya was also a little confused. These three pages of Emperor Russell's diary were personally selected by the queen and given to her.
This represents absolute trust from the Queen.
But why does the magician’s eyes look so dismissive?
Is there any closer relationship between her and the Queen?
What could be a more intimate relationship?
Cattleya thought silently for a while, then her eyes suddenly widened. She glanced at Forsi in disbelief, then quickly looked away, shook her head, and got rid of the incorrect thoughts in her mind.
Audrey on the side looked thoughtfully at the eye interaction between Ms. Hermit and Ms. Magician.
Klein was obsessed with the contents of these three pages of Russell's diary. It was indeed a diary selected by Bernadette herself. The contents of this diary were important and allowed him to increase a lot of mystical knowledge.
Chapter 471 The Anchor of the Gods
"On September 11th, ever since I became an angel, I have had a feeling of split personality. In my heart, my spirit, and deep in my spirit, there are always voices urging me, influencing me, and creating things. Uncontrollable indifference, cruelty, bloodthirsty, and madness.”
"This does not come from the outside world, nor is it the influence of gods on my own path. I can clearly feel that it comes from genes, from the collective subconscious passed down from generation to generation by humans, and from the extraordinary characteristics themselves."
"No wonder Mr. Men said that sanity is temporary, but madness is eternal."
When he saw this, Klein paused for a moment. Combined with what happened on Russell Island last time, this gave him a rough guess about Russell's later years.
Could it be that Russell in his later years is being replaced bit by bit, transformed from the inside out into the shape of someone else?
Is this due to his own madness, the interference of the gods, or the pollution from beyond the starry sky?
After just pondering for a while, Klein continued reading.
"On September 28th, I haven't written a diary for a long time. In the past half month, I seemed to have watched myself being replaced by strangers little by little, becoming cold and scary little by little, even my daughter Bernard Dai can only give me very little fatherly love.
When I was about to go crazy, I seemed to hear countless praises. Those were my subjects, those were all the people who benefited from me in the reform, and those were the believers who regarded me as the Son of Steam. Sing to me, erect statues to me, write stories to me, create poetry to me. "
“Their voices are like anchors to the ship, helping me orient myself.”
"I began to have the ability to fight against the longing for that kind of cry from the heart. I came out little by little, and I was able to have the normal emotions that a father, a husband, and a man should have."
A ship's anchor?
What an interesting statement, is this also the way the gods fight against their own madness?
Klein thought a lot at once about why the gods founded churches and vigorously developed believers. At this moment, he seemed to have the answer.
They need anchors, many, many anchors, to help them anchor themselves against the madness that comes from deep within their souls.
And believers are anchors.
Only in this way can they maintain their sanity for a short time and avoid completely falling into the abyss and being swallowed by madness.
So the so-called evil god is the other side that cannot maintain its own sanity and is swallowed up by desire and madness?
"On September 4th, when I re-read yesterday's diary, I remembered the rituals corresponding to my Sequence 3, Sequence 2, and Sequence . They all have obviously cruel and crazy meanings, just like what the villains in novels would do. matter."
"The sequence path is a path destined to madness and despair."
"And this is the only way for humans to gain extraordinary power."
"It's so funny and ironic!"
“We strive to save ourselves only to better and more completely destroy ourselves?”
After reading this page, Klein's heart became heavy.
Because Roselle, who wrote these diary contents, is already a Sequence 2 Angel, has also joined the Dusk Hermits, and has seen the Blasphemous Slate.
, and your understanding of the extraordinary world is far better than your current self.
But Russell was so pessimistic, filled with such deep despair whether for himself, for the future, or for the origin of the world.
Russell is a senior time traveler, even he is like this, so what about his future self?
Will the same happen when you reach a higher level?
Should I continue on this extraordinary path full of despair, distortion, and madness?
After a while, Klein continued to look at the other two Russell diaries. The contents were also very sufficient and important.
In it, the specific concept of the King of Angels and the scope of strength are explained in detail.
They are more powerful than ordinary Sequence 1 gods, but they are not yet at the Sequence 0 true god level, equivalent to quasi-gods. This includes accommodating uniqueness and taking an additional Sequence 1 magic potion.
The eight kings of angels in the ancient Sun God era all meet the criteria of this definition.