The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

As he spoke, Fran took out a crystal-clear capsule in a cardboard box from his medicine box.

"Hmm...you're in a very bad mental state. Luckily, I have some medications here that can soothe your nerves. Please try them; they'll make you feel better."

"Please don't worry, the medicine is very mild and is generally only used within our Hunter's Order for members who need mental therapy."

Fran was very kind, and her genuine smile made people want to believe her.

Seeing Fran begin recommending medicine to Solani, Haida narrowed her eyes and licked her dry lips.

What do you mean by "our Order of the Hunters"? We just have a routine employment relationship... Why do you sound so casual?

9 But now that things have come to this, I can no longer say those words.

After all, Haida hired Fran under the title of "autographer," and Solani would very likely faint on the spot upon hearing that word.

"Is that so? Thank you for your kindness, Doctor..."

4. Solani seemed a little uneasy and glanced at Haida beside her. Only after the latter gave a slight nod did she accept the capsule.

"I... I'll give it a try." Although there was some worry in her voice, she did not hesitate and quickly poured herself a glass of water and took the medicine.

Watching Solani take her medicine, Haida picked up the porcelain cup on the table and took a sip of black tea, trying to ease her increasingly surging sense of guilt.

There is no doubt that Lufran's medical skills are superb and exquisite, after all, Haida has personally experienced them.

However, the techniques she possesses are also difficult to describe as normal, and it seems that it would not be surprising if any strange aftereffects occurred.

But Solanie is an ordinary person, Fran probably won't make things difficult for her, so there shouldn't be any problems...

Haida could only console herself with this.

Although the General Affairs Court's reply clearly stated that Fran was a "friendly" individual, Heida remained wary of her obviously unconventional moral values...

"Ah, it's...sweet?"

Solani was somewhat surprised by the refreshing sweetness of the medicine after taking it, and her tightly furrowed brows relaxed without her noticing.

Fran crossed his fingers and nodded with a smile.

Taking medication as prescribed is a sign of respect for the doctor, and she was clearly satisfied with how quickly Solani took her medicine. There was even a hint of appreciation in her eyes.

"Carbohydrates are a very effective placebo, but of course, the active ingredient in drugs is not only carbohydrates."

"You should now be able to feel your blood warming up, and your mind feeling as if it's being immersed in warm water. The fear and disorientation are gradually weakening, and everything in the world is gradually becoming peaceful and stable..."

Fran's voice was gentle and soothing, like comforting a child having a nightmare and patiently telling them a bedtime story.

She even took out an exquisite, antique brass pocket watch and rhythmically shook it in front of Solani.

Although she didn't say anything, the other person's gaze was firmly drawn to the swinging pocket watch. In a moment, Solani closed her eyes, leaned back on the sofa, and fell into a deep sleep.

Seeing Fran so blatantly hypnotizing the complainant's wife right in front of her, Haida inexplicably began to question her decision to hire her in the first place...

"Sleeping pills?" she asked.

"No. The medication's effect is to stabilize emotions and, to some extent, repair psychological trauma."

Fran extended her index finger and shook it slightly, clearly dissatisfied with Haida's explanation. She always treated patients based on their specific symptoms; simply using sleeping pills to deceive patients went against her medical principles.

"The medication itself doesn't have a sleep-inducing effect, which is why we need to hypnotize her after she takes the medication to eliminate any potential interfering factors as much as possible?"

Haida felt she had roughly figured out Fran's thought process. Although her methods were strange, her overall approach should still be helpful in the investigation.

"A very professional guess. No wonder you're a professional from the Hunter's Order."

Fran clapped lightly and offered a word of praise, which was taken as acknowledgment of the speculation.

In reality, she was just itching to show off her skills.

After taking the drug, Solani will be in a state of extreme relaxation, with her subconscious completely open and defenseless. In this situation, it would seem a waste not to use hypnosis...

"Go investigate the room, dear Sister Heda. Time is limited; she'll only sleep for thirty minutes. I set a timer while I was hypnotizing her."

Can this kind of thing be scheduled...? Then why not schedule it for a longer period? With her strong mental fortitude, Haida held back the question that almost slipped out.

She stopped talking to Fran and instead began quickly checking the living room for anything unusual.

Haida's expression became solemn and focused, her gray-chestnut eyes quickly scanning every corner of the room.

As the best funeral maid of her generation, she possesses impeccable professional skills, whether fighting against evil heirs or investigating bizarre events.

She noticed that the room had a lot of small decorations.

The items are mainly Attilan-style handicrafts, probably because Mr. Logan has been running a branch in the Land of Shifting Sands recently, so he brings back souvenirs every time he goes home.

Lady Solani's house is quite large, making it very difficult to search the entire place within thirty minutes.

Terakada couldn't help but feel a little confused. Lady Solani had clearly agreed to investigate the house, so she should be able to explore it openly and legitimately.

But why did she feel a guilty, thieving feeling after Fran hypnotized her? And why did she have to find clues within a limited time...?

The fleeting thoughts only flashed through Haida's mind for a moment before she banished them on her own... She returned to absolute focus.

Within about twenty minutes, Haida had thoroughly searched the entire house.

5. She has systematically studied architecture and can determine whether there are secret passages or hidden rooms by analyzing the structural relationships of a room, and generally does not miss any.

She concluded that... the house was perfectly normal. While it did have a basement or similar room, that was actually a private wine cellar. Aside from the very valuable wines stored there, there was nothing unusual.

"Most of the evidence was just everyday traces, and there was no trace of evil spirits in the house..."

Heda is currently in Lady Solani's bedroom, standing in front of a wooden dressing table filled with various cosmetics.

Her eyes were slightly narrowed, her expression meticulous, carrying a solemn and dignified air.

The next moment, Haida's icy expression quickly relaxed.

Like the warm winter sun, gentle and comforting, it was soothing. It's hard to imagine such an expression appearing on her face at this moment.

Her demeanor and movements were like those of a completely different person, as if she knew the room intimately, exuding composure and naturalness in every gesture.

Haida reached out and placed the non-existent outer garment on the coat rack, then walked gracefully to Solani's dressing table and sat down.

Her every move was perfectly harmonious, as if she were the true mistress of the bedroom.

Haida casually picked up Solani's wooden comb and gently ran it through her hair.

She gazed at the Logan family portrait on the dressing table, her eyes filled with tenderness and deep longing.

Profile drawing, also known as sectional drawing.

This is a psychological technique for interpreting the mind of others. At this moment, Haida has briefly put aside her "self" and wholeheartedly immersed herself in the virtual personality named Solani.

She had obtained information about Solani's family before the mission, and her understanding of her deepened after meeting Solani in person.

This is sufficient to build a profiling model.

This is Haida's talent, and it's also the reason why she consistently performs almost perfectly in the survey tests.

With her eyes lowered, she happened to see a white square cup emblem on the dressing table.

This is the symbol of the "White Cup," one of the four major orthodox churches. The White Cup represents wisdom and enlightenment; they were even the first to initiate the revolutionary wave of the electrical age in Norlington.

"Solanie and Logan are both believers in the White Cup..."

Haida knew this from the beginning; it was practically public knowledge. She hadn't thought about it deeply before, after all, there were quite a few people who believed in the White Cup. Qi

Logan is a young entrepreneur running an electrical company, and Solani is from the emerging aristocracy; this family themselves are among the biggest beneficiaries of the technological revolution. 6

For those who have witnessed skyscrapers rising from the ground and cables running across the sea... choosing a white glass as their faith is perfectly normal.

After recreating a segment of Solani's life, Haida deactivated the personality simulation of Solani, and the warm and gentle expression on her face vanished instantly.

Suddenly, her nostrils twitched slightly as she sniffed her surroundings with a hint of surprise.

"Hmm, what does it smell like?"

The aroma of searing meat, seemingly beef… along with rosemary, pepper, and the distinctive scent of esterified white wine. Even the expensive exotic incense burning in the room couldn't mask it in the slightest.

"It seems Dr. Fran said she would cook dinner at the complainant's house..." Xiao

Haida initially thought it was just a casual joke, but now it seems that guy was serious.

"Could she have hypnotized Ms. Solani specifically so she could cook at her house?" The absurd thought flashed through Haida's mind.

But for some reason, she had a strong premonition that this must be the truth of the matter.

Chapter Nine: The Ritual of Flesh and Blood Shaping

Heda followed the scent to the kitchen, the first place she investigated.

Kitchens are not only full of sharp tools, but also densely packed with sewage pipes, making them high-risk areas for murder. She certainly couldn't have overlooked them.

At this moment, Fran was carefully cooking a steak in a small, flat-bottomed pan, his expression focused and serious, as if he were performing a highly complex and delicate operation.

The meat is of very high quality; even after being seared, you can still see the beautiful marbling of muscle and fat, like a patchwork of frost.

It's clear that she has a lot of experience and a very high level of skill in selecting and processing meat...

"Fortunately, someone from the White Cup Cult has already invented a gas stove. It saved me a lot of time... Technology really is the primary productive force."

Fran sighed with relief and carefully cut the cooked beef into pieces, placing them neatly on a plate.

"Sister Haida, would you like to try my cooking?"

As Fran spoke, he deftly picked up a still-hot beef strip with two fingers, put it in his mouth, and nodded in satisfaction.

This was not a very polite gesture, but her movements were fluid and natural, as if everything was meant to be this way and it was only natural.

Yes, there's absolutely nothing wrong with the cook stealing food.

"No need, thank you for your kindness. We're still investigating the case, and besides, I already ate something before leaving the cult."

Although the aroma of roasted meat and fat was very tempting, Heda resisted the temptation thanks to her excellent professional skills and declined Fran's invitation.

"This is a rare opportunity, have a taste. Most people don't get this kind of treatment. How can you investigate a case if you don't eat properly?"

Fran did not give up despite Haida's rejection.

Not only that, she held the plate in one hand and approached Haida, like a waiter preparing to serve food, maintaining a professional and intimate demeanor.

As she spoke, Fran picked up her fork and placed a piece of beef slab with the aroma of rosemary in front of Heida. Her movements were very measured, maintaining a polite distance and not actually getting too close to Heida's face.

"This……"

Heda couldn't understand why Fran insisted on eating by himself. Was it simply to satisfy his desire to share, or was there some other reason?

"Ok."

Unable to refuse such a kind offer, she couldn't very well turn down the offer again.

Heda took the fork from Fran, put the piece of beef in her mouth, chewed it briefly, and swallowed it.

The cooking technique, temperature, meat quality, and flavor are all perfect, almost flawless.

Haida's long eyelashes furrowed, and she squinted uncontrollably...

Fran's culinary skills stem from her profound understanding of human taste buds, providing unparalleled sensory stimulation and even directly evoking feelings of happiness on a physiological level.

“…It’s delicious.”

Out of honesty, Heda praised Fran's cooking skills.

"It's just a trivial hobby; as long as Sister Haida likes it, that's fine."

Despite saying that, Fran's ever-present smile still warmed slightly upon hearing Haida's sincere praise.

"Judging by the time, Lady Solani should be awake by now. She must not have been eating on time these past few days. I'm sure she'll enjoy this dish."

Fran took out a brass pocket watch from his white coat pocket, glanced at it, and confirmed the time.

Heda didn't reply, but she finally understood why Fran had timed the hypnosis of Solani.

When the thirty-minute time limit was up, he had almost searched the entire house. Ms. Solani had just woken up, and Fran had managed to sneak away and prepare dinner...

This would make it perfectly logical to recommend the dishes to myself and Lady Solani.

The calculations were precise, but some aspects remained unclear. (泀)

Was all this going through so much trouble just to get Lady Solani and me to eat something?

But given Dr. Fran's character... she is indeed capable of doing something so unreasonable and illogical.

-

Solani woke up groggily. Her dark circles had turned into a reddish-brown color, a sign of recovery, and her brows were no longer furrowed.

The panic and anxiety in my mind were greatly reduced and alleviated. Even my breathing became much easier and more relaxed.