Whispering Verse

"Oh, Detective, what are you going to do?"

Mr. Jims was so frightened that he almost stood up. Shade hurriedly comforted:

"Don't worry, I have a gun permit."

As he spoke, he actually took out his ID.

"Detective, do you think this is what I care about?"

Mr. Jims asked in horror, and then looked at Dr. Schneider, but the doctor shrugged:

"He was actually legally carrying a gun."

Shade had already taken out a bullet at this time, put it in his palm and motioned for Mr. Jims to check:

"Look, these are real bullets."

He opened the wheel of the [Gun of Kindness] and asked Mr. Jims to confirm that there was nothing in the six bullet chambers. Then, Shade pressed the bullet into one of the bullet nests, and then clicked the wheel back into place. Turn the wheel at will to rotate until the three of them can no longer confirm the location of the bullet just now.

Pressing down the battering ram with his thumb, Shade put the revolver on the table and pushed it to Mr. Jims standing aside.

The thin middle-aged man looked at Shade as if he were a madman:

"Detective, I just want to treat my mental illness. I don't mean that if the illness is not cured, it will only affect my quality of life. But if I am unlucky and fire the right gun, I will lose my life."

"So, that's really it, putting yourself in danger. There's a five-in-six chance that nothing will happen to you, but when you pull the trigger, you're about to die, and the memories of the past come flooding back. The feeling may be able to wash away the illusion of facing a fatal crisis at any time.”

Shade said, Mr. Jims was really moved for a moment, but immediately shook his head:

"Oh, I must be really crazy, and I was almost persuaded by you. Detective, I admit that your statement has some truth, but this is too risky. No, I will never do this."

"Xia De, it is better to be more conservative in the treatment method."

Doctor Schneider also said cautiously that he actually knew which gun Shade was carrying.

"Oh well."

Shade reached out and picked up the gun on the table. Because it was already in a state of being activated, Mr. Jims, who was sitting opposite him, carefully avoided the muzzle of the gun.

"Detective, be careful of fire!"

Mr. Jims carefully leaned back.

"My gun won't go off."

As Shade said this, he pointed the gun at his chest.

Click~

At the moment when he pulled the trigger, Mr. Jims' body trembled obviously, and he immediately realized that the detective was very lucky.

"Oh, Dr. Schneider, your detective friend. I admit this method sounds effective, but for the sake of my heart, Detective, put the gun away. No, please wait."

The middle-aged man took a deep breath and actually extended his hand to Sha De. Shade raised his eyebrows in surprise and put the gun into his hand. Mr. Jims pushed down the battering ram, then pointed the muzzle of the gun at the back of his left hand.

"This is courage."

Dr. Schneider admired softly from the side.

The accountant took a few more deep breaths, then closed his eyes and tilted his head to the right, and finally aimed at the back of his hand and pulled the trigger.

Click~

The bullet also failed to fire, and Mr. Jims, who was panting heavily, opened his eyes and actually had a smile on his face:

"This, this is really interesting."

He handed the pistol to Shade, who noticed that his hands were sweating.

"Do you still feel like you're in danger?"

Dr. Schneider immediately asked dutifully.

"Yes."

Mr. Jims said, picked up the wine glass and took a big sip, and emphasized:

"Although there is still a sense of danger, the detective's proposal is effective, and the sense of danger is obviously much less."

Shade made no comment. As he took the pistol back, he touched Mr. Jims' hand and found that there were very faint traces of the miraculous element on the other person's body. The mark was almost imperceptible, probably the same as just walking out of the church.

"Which god do you believe in?"

Shade asked as he put the gun back into his gun bag. Mr. Jims actually hesitated for a moment, and then said softly:

"Oak God, [White Holy Tree]."

"Um?"

Dr. Schneider showed a surprised expression, and Shade also frowned slightly.

Now in the Sixth Era, although most mortals in the material world believe in the five righteous gods, and a small number of mortals believe in evil gods, there do exist a very small number of groups who still believe in the old gods who have left. The number of these groups is very small, and these people generally do not actively disclose their beliefs.

The [White Holy Tree] mentioned by Mr. Jims is an old god who is not well known. In addition to being called the "Oak God", it is also known as the "Lucky Tree" and is said to bring good luck to people.

"Mr. Jims, why didn't you tell me this?"

Dr. Schneider put down his pen and asked with a serious expression.

"This shouldn't have anything to do with my problem, right?"

Mr. Jims asked rhetorically.

"But"

"Mr. Jims, is this a family belief?"

Shade interrupted the doctor, so the doctor didn't ask any more questions. He could see that Shade seemed to have seen something.

"Yes, my father, grandfather, and great-grandfather have always believed in the Great One."

Mr. Jims said piously, drawing a tree-shaped holy symbol on his chest.

"Do you have any sacred objects inherited from your family? Such as a holy symbol or a statue of a god?"

Shade continued to ask, and Mr. Jims hesitated, obviously not wanting to say anything. But since he hasn't spoken yet, it means the answer in itself.

This matter is most likely not a psychological problem, but the extraordinary items related to the old god [White Holy Tree] inherited by Mr. Jims' family, reminding him that he will really encounter a fatal danger recently.

Although the gods have departed, magical items containing the power of the old gods may still be effective even if they do not transform into relics. As for why it suddenly came into play in Mr. Jims's generation, the item was probably on the verge of complete destruction. This was the last force.

"The Old God [White Holy Tree] is also known as the Lucky Tree. In other words, that item has a glimpse of destiny. Mr. Jims will really encounter a fatal crisis in the near future. The sense of crisis is getting stronger and stronger, which means The danger is getting closer and closer.”

Shade was thinking in his mind, and Dr. Schneider on the side suddenly raised his hand and waved it in front of Mr. Jims. The middle-aged man's eyes immediately became dazed, and then he closed his eyes and lay on the table.

"He fell asleep for now."

The doctor said, the three of them were in a remote corner, and no one was paying attention. He lowered his voice and asked:

"Mr. Jims has something special on him?"

"It's not on you, it should be in your luggage."

Otherwise, Shade would have sensed it long ago:

"That item is not important. The problem now is, doctor, your patient may really be in fatal danger recently, but we don't know the specific time."

Dr. Schneider nodded slowly and picked up his wine glass with some annoyance:

"I'm just his psychiatrist, not his bodyguard. I can't be by his side to protect him all the time. If your analysis is correct, then no one can help him. He can only face his upcoming fate by himself."

Both of them closed their mouths and looked at the middle-aged man sleeping on the table. Ring Warlocks can fight against immediate dangers, and there is no good way for them to deal with unknown dangers in the future.

"However, since it is a danger detected by a suspected magical item, there is a high probability that it is also related to the mystery."

The doctor added that he had more experience than the outsider who had only been a ring warlock for half a year:

"In my opinion, there is a high probability that this gentleman will die in the future due to an incident where the relics got out of control."

"Then we can't help him even more. I met a man at Fort Midhill in the fall who was predicted to die of a brain disease during the first snowfall. In the end, in order to avoid his fate, the guy actually bumped into me. I learned a long time ago that if you try to play with fate, you will definitely be tricked by fate."

Shade spoke categorically because he had received an impressive lesson. The doctor sighed helplessly. Both Shade and Doctor Schneider were willing to lend a helping hand if they could help him. But the problem now is that they are powerless.

"Let me charge less for medical treatment."

The blue-eyed psychiatrist finally concluded:

"May the God he believes in protect him. Sometimes, people really shouldn't know their fate in advance."

Shade sighed and said nothing more, while the doctor prepared to perform a short period of rapid dreaming to modify Mr. Jims' memory before he fell asleep to prevent him from seeing the clues. Later, they will check what is in the room where Mr. Jims lives, but even if they really find magical items with the power of the old gods, it will not help to resolve the danger that Mr. Jims will face.

It is very simple for ordinary people to fall asleep. There are materials in the doctor's briefcase, and it can be completed in a few minutes with a little arrangement.

While the doctor was preparing, Shade held the wine glass and looked in the direction of the stairs to prevent anyone from noticing what was happening here.

But it was such a coincidence that the doctor had just started to prepare, and two people actually walked up to the stairs on the second floor where no one had come for half an hour.

One of them was wearing a turban and had dark skin. He was Mr. Alan Madison, the leader of the local correspondence circulatory group at Serkses Higher Medical School. Following him upstairs was a young girl, wearing a floral skirt, with her long pale blond hair simply tied up and hanging behind her head.

Shade had never seen that face before. He originally thought it was another local correspondence ring magician from Serkeses Higher Medical School, but then he realized:

"Isn't that"

【Marguerite Anjou】

Shade and Dr. Schneider were sitting in a very remote corner. They could be seen from the stairs. However, the two people who climbed to the second floor did not notice Shade and the others immediately.

In addition to the poor lighting, it was also because after Mr. Madison and Princess Margaret arrived on the second floor, they walked to the other side of the second floor and looked at the middle-aged man sitting alone at the table drinking. woman.

Shade looked at the woman again, and then saw the woman take off her own head, take out the peanut stuck in her throat, then put the head back on her neck and continue to sit and drink alone.

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ps: There is not much to say in these chapters. Is the story boring? (covering face)