"Oh, detective, what are you going to do?"
Mr. James was so frightened that he almost stood up. Shade hurriedly comforted him:
"Don't worry, I have a gun license."
As he said this, he really took out his ID.
"Detective, is this what you think I care about?"
Mr. Jims asked in a somewhat horrified tone, then looked at Dr. Schneider, but the doctor shrugged.
"He actually had the gun legally."
At this time, Shade had already taken out a bullet and placed it in his palm, motioning Mr. James to check it:
"You see, this is a real bullet."
He opened the gun's revolver and asked Mr. James to confirm that there was nothing in the six cylinders. Then, Shade pressed the bullet into one of the cylinders and returned the revolver to its original position with a click. He randomly turned the revolver to make it rotate until none of the three could confirm the location of the bullet.
With his thumb pressing down the hammer, Shad placed the revolver on the table and pushed it to Mr. Jims beside him.
The thin middle-aged man looked at Xia De as if he were a madman:
"Detective, I just want to treat my mental illness, not... If the disease is not cured, it will only affect the quality of my life, but if I am unlucky and shoot the right gun, I will lose my life."
"So, this is really putting yourself in danger. You have a five-sixth chance that nothing will happen, but the moment you pull the trigger, the feeling of facing death and the past memories flooding into your mind one by one may wash away the illusion of facing a fatal crisis at any time."
When Shade said this, Mr. Jeems was actually a little moved for a moment, but he immediately shook his head:
"Oh, I must be really crazy. I was almost persuaded by you. Detective, I admit that what you said makes sense, but it is too risky. No, I will never do this."
"Xia De, it's better to use conservative treatment methods."
Dr. Schneider also said cautiously that he actually knew which gun Shad carried with him.
"Oh well."
Xia De reached out and picked up the gun on the table. Because it was already in the firing state, Mr. James, who was sitting opposite him, carefully avoided the muzzle of the gun.
"Detective, be careful!"
Mr. Jeems leaned back carefully.
"My gun won't go off accidentally."
As Shad spoke, he pointed the gun at his chest.
Click!
When he pulled the trigger, Mr. James' body shook noticeably, and he immediately realized that the detective was very lucky.
"Oh, Dr. Schneider, your detective friend is really... I admit that this method sounds effective, but for the sake of my heart, detective, put the gun away... No, please wait a moment."
The middle-aged man took a deep breath and actually reached out to Shade. Shade raised his eyebrows in surprise and handed the gun to him. Mr. James pressed down the hammer and pointed the gun at the back of his left hand.
“That’s courage.”
Dr. Schneider exclaimed softly.
The accountant took a few deep breaths, then closed his eyes and tilted his head to the right, finally aiming at the back of his hand and pulling the trigger.
Click!
The bullet also failed to fire, and Mr. James, who was gasping for breath, opened his eyes and smiled:
"This, this is really interesting."
He handed the pistol to Shad, who noticed that his hands were sweating.
"Do you still feel like you're in danger?"
Dr. Schneider immediately asked dutifully.
"Yes."
Mr. Jeams said, taking a big gulp from his glass, and emphasized:
"Although I still feel that danger is lurking everywhere, the detective's suggestion is effective and the sense of danger has obviously decreased a lot."
Shade did not comment. As he was retracting his pistol, he touched Mr. James's hand and found that he had a faint trace of miracle elements on him. The trace was almost imperceptible, probably the same as when he just walked out of the church.
"Which god do you believe in?"
When Shade put the gun back into the gun bag, Mr. Jims hesitated for a moment, and then said softly:
"The Oak God, the White Sacred Tree."
"Um?"
Dr. Schneider showed a surprised expression, and Shade also frowned slightly.
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 are indeed very few groups that still believe in the old gods who have left. The number of these groups is very small, and these people basically will not take the initiative to reveal their beliefs.
The white sacred tree mentioned by Mr. James is a little-known old god. In addition to being called the "Oak God", it is also called the "Lucky Tree" and is said to bring good luck to people.
"Mr. Jeams, why didn't you tell me about this?"
Dr. Schneider put down his pen and asked seriously.
"This should have nothing to do with my problem, right?"
Mr. Jims asked back.
"But... ... "
"Is this a family belief, Mr. Jeams?"
Xia De interrupted the doctor, so the doctor didn't ask any more questions. He could see that Xia De seemed to have realized something.
"Yes, my father, grandfather, and great-grandfather have always believed in the Great One."
Mr. Jims said this devoutly, drawing a tree-shaped holy emblem on his chest.
"Do you have any holy objects passed down from your family? Like holy emblems or idols?"
Shade continued to ask, and Mr. James hesitated for a moment, obviously not wanting to speak. But since he hesitated to speak, it meant the answer itself.
This is most likely not a psychological problem, but the supernatural items related to the old god's white sacred tree inherited from Mr. James' family are reminding him that he will really encounter a fatal danger recently.
Although the gods have gone, the magical items that contain the power of the old gods may still be able to play a role even if they do not transform into relics. As for why it suddenly works in Mr. James' generation, perhaps the item is on the verge of complete destruction, and this is the last power.
"The White Sacred Tree of the Old Gods is also known as the Tree of Luck. In other words, that item has given us a glimpse of fate. Mr. James will really encounter a fatal crisis in the near future. The growing sense of crisis means that the danger is getting closer."
As Xia De was thinking in his mind, Dr. Schneider beside him suddenly raised his hand and waved it in front of Mr. James. The middle-aged man's eyes immediately became dazed, and then he closed his eyes and lay on the table.
"He's temporarily asleep."
The doctor said that the three of them were in a remote corner, and no one was paying attention to this place. He lowered his voice and asked:
"Mr. Jims has something special on him?"
"It's not on my body, it should be in my luggage."
Otherwise, Xia De would have sensed it long ago:
"That item is not important. The problem now is, doctor, your patient may really be in fatal danger in the near future, but we don't know the exact time."
Dr. Schneider nodded slowly and raised his glass with some annoyance:
"I am just his psychiatrist, not his bodyguard. I cannot always be by his side to protect him. If your analysis is correct, then no one can help him. He can only face his impending fate on his own."
Both of them shut up and looked at the middle-aged man sleeping on the table. The ring sorcerers can only fight against the dangers in front of them, and they have no good way to deal with the unknown dangers in the future.
"However, since it is a danger detected by a suspected divine item, it is likely related to the mystery."
The doctor added that he had more experience than the stranger who had only been a ring mage for half a year:
"In my opinion, there is a high probability that this gentleman will die in the future due to a loss of control of his relics."
"Then we can't help him even more. In the fall, I met a man in Midhill Castle who was predicted to die of a brain disease when the first snow fell. In order to evade his fate, that guy actually ran into my hands... I realized a long time ago that if you try to play with fate, you will definitely be teased by fate."
Shade said it with absolute certainty, because he had received a profound lesson. The doctor sighed helplessly. If they could help him, Shade and Dr. Schneider would be willing to lend a hand. But the problem now was that they were powerless.
"I'll charge you less for the consultation."
The blue-eyed psychiatrist finally gave the conclusion:
"May the God he believes in protect him. Sometimes, people really shouldn't know their fate in advance."
Shade sighed and said nothing more. The doctor prepared to enter Mr. James's dream quickly for a short time to modify his memory before he fell asleep so that he would not see any clues. After that, they would check what was in the room where Mr. James lived. But even if they really found a divine item with the power of the old gods, it would not help to resolve the danger that Mr. James would face.
It is very simple for ordinary people to enter a dream. The materials are in the doctor's briefcase. With a little preparation, it can be completed in a few minutes.
While the doctor was preparing, Xia De held his glass and looked towards 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 came up from the second-floor stairs where no one had come for half an hour.
One of them was wearing a turban and had dark skin. He was the leader of the local correspondence ring magician group of the Sukses Higher Medical School, Mr. Alan Madison. Following him upstairs was a young girl wearing a floral dress and her long blond hair was simply tied up and hung down behind her head.
Shade had never seen that face before. He thought it was another local correspondence ring sorcerer from the Sukses Higher Medical School, but then he realized:
"Does that mean..."
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Xia De and Dr. Schneider were sitting in a very remote corner. They could be seen from the stairs, but the two people who went up to the second floor did not notice Xia De and the other two at first.
In addition to the poor lighting, it was also because after Mr. Madison and Princess Margaret came to the second floor, they walked to the other side of the second floor and looked at the middle-aged woman who was sitting alone at the table drinking.
Xia De looked at the woman again, and then saw that the woman took off her head, took out the peanuts stuck in her throat, and then put her head back on her neck and continued to sit alone and drink.
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