"Supernatural factors are present..." Klein's eyes returned to normal, and he turned to look at Leonard and Fry.
Leonard suddenly chuckled: "Very professional. As expected of a diviner."
You're implying something... Klein muttered silently.
Fry opened his suitcase, took out a silver knife and other items. He paused for a few seconds before saying: "The corpse tells me she indeed died of sudden heart disease... Can you divine more detailed information?"
Klein nodded seriously: "I can try combining a 'spiritualism' ritual with 'dream divination,' hoping to gain something from Mrs. Lovis's residual spirituality."
Fry, maintaining a cold and reserved demeanor, stepped back two paces and said: "Try it first."
He turned his head to look at Klein and suddenly remarked in a flat tone: "You're getting more accustomed to such occasions."
I don't want to either... Klein felt an urge to cry. He took out the necessary essential oils, herbal powders, and other materials, quickly completing the setup for the "spiritualism" ritual.
At the center of the spirit wall, he silently recited the honorific name of the Goddess of Night and made a request in the
Soon, wind began to swirl around him, and the light grew dimmer.
With his eyes now fully black, Klein seized the opportunity and repeatedly chanted the divination statement: "Mrs. Lovis's cause of death."
"Mrs. Lovis's cause of death."
...
He entered the dream state while standing and "saw" a transparent spirit lingering in the haze, lingering around the corpse.
Then, he extended his illusory right hand and touched Mrs. Lovis's residual spirituality.
In an instant, lights and shadows exploded before his eyes, and images flashed.
It was a sallow-faced, emaciated woman in tattered clothes busily pasting together matchboxes; It was her suddenly stopping, clutching her chest; It was her talking to two children; It was her body swaying slightly, gasping for breath; It was her going to buy black bread when she was suddenly patted from behind; It was her repeatedly showing signs of heart problems; It was her feeling very tired, lying down on the bed, and never waking up again.
Klein carefully observed every detail, trying to find traces of supernatural factors.
But when it was all over, he still hadn't obtained any clear clues.
The blur and haze shattered, and Klein exited the dream, returning to reality.
He dispelled the spirit wall and said to the waiting Fry and the observing Leonard: "There are no direct symbols. Most of the images reveal that Mrs. Lovis had long suffered from heart disease. Only one is different: Mrs. Lovis was patted on the back, and that hand was fair and slender, seemingly belonging to a female."
"For a family like this, they won't easily go to the doctor unless it's serious. Even waiting in line at a free charitable medical organization costs them time they can't afford. If they don't work for a day, they might not have food the next day," Leonard sighed with a poetic melancholy.
Fry then glanced at the corpse on the bed and let out a soft breath.
Before Klein could speak, Leonard quickly switched his demeanor and said, as if thinking: "Your meaning is that the supernatural factor lies in that pat on Mrs. Lovis, and it originates from that young lady or woman with slender hands?"
Klein nodded in response: "Yes, but this is just my interpretation. Divination is often vague."
He and Leonard did not discuss further. Each stepped back to the other side of the bedding, allowing Fry to take out auxiliary instruments and materials from his suitcase for a more detailed examination without interference.
They waited for a while. Fry packed everything away, cleaned and covered it, then turned and said: "The cause of death is natural heart disease. There's no doubt about that."
Hearing this conclusion, Leonard paced back and forth a few times, even walking to the door. It took him a while to speak: "Let's stop here. We'll go to the poorhouse in the West District to see if we can find other clues and see if the two deaths can be linked."
"Alright, that's the only option," Klein agreed, suppressing his full doubts.
Fry picked up his suitcase, half-walking, half-hopping over two bedding, careful not to step on others' quilts.
Leonard opened the door and walked out first, saying to Lovis and the tenant: "You can go home now."
Klein thought for a moment and added: "Don't bury the body yet. Wait another day; there might be a thorough examination."
"Okay, okay, officer." Lovis hunched over and answered hastily, then said with a mix of numbness and bewilderment, "Actually, I don't have the money to bury her right now. I need to save up for a few more days. Fortunately, it's been cooler recently."