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The familiar music regained access to Hassen's ears, and Hassan let out a scream of disbelief, on the verge of collapse, and fell to his knees.

Caitlin Doon turned her head, the wrinkles on her face dissipated, her skin gradually smoothed, she straightened her waist, and walked lightly to Hasson, her voice becoming younger, "Do you like this song?"

She held the music box up to Hassen, who saw a line engraved on the side of the box - "To Caitlin, my beloved little daughter!" D！"

Thoughts exploded in Hassen's mind, and it dawned on him that the owner, Kirk Doon, had made two music boxes for his twin daughters, 'Katherine' and 'Caitlin'!

Hassan sealed the music box belonging to the eldest daughter 'Catherine', and the younger daughter 'Catherine' had the music box in her own possession all the time.

Caitlin Doon wasn't affected by the music box, not because she said she was favored, but because she had gone crazy and became a believer in the devil!

All of this was made by Caitlin Doon!

Caitlin Doon shrieked, the music of the music box rang wildly, and Hasen was instantly taken back to that strange space by her, and countless black arms rushed towards Hasen.

Not far in front of him, a door appeared, and Hasson jumped up with the only remaining will, and rushed desperately towards it.

"Bang!".

He slammed the wooden door open and squeezed his way out, and behind him, a tidal wave of black arms swept towards him.

When Hassan slowly squeezed the wooden door open, there was a sudden huge resistance from the other end of the door, as if the user was desperately trying to prevent Hassan from opening the door at the other end of the door.

"Help, help, let me out!" Hasson desperately begged for help.

"I'm grass, I'm grass!" was a nervous voice from the other end of the door.

Hasson paused, and his whole body instantly lost strength, because the voice outside the door was his own voice!

Hassan remembered the antique shop, and he cursed and cursed while desperately trying to keep the 'thing' from coming out of the door!

"Hassam, it's me! let me out, please, please!" Hassan cried out in despair, losing strength in his hands.

The

wooden door slowly closes, and darkness falls!

The

screams came to an abrupt end.

The moment the door closed completely, the screaming and the force of pushing the door disappeared at the same time, and everything returned to tranquility as if nothing had happened!

Everything, back to square one!

The silhouette was over, and Philippe Vieri nodded slightly, and said to the pile of black arms, "Surrender or die?"

The arms made a gesture of surrender.

"Good!" Vieri nodded at the Igoronac puppet.

The

Igoronac puppet pointed its small short hands at the arms, and in an instant, all of those arms turned into puppets and floated back to the wooden frame under the control of the Igoronec puppet.

Vieri leaves the space and returns to the real world, where he walks out of the rental house, where Judge of Death, Ms. Josti, is standing outside the door smoking a cigar, and Dr. Mourning Douglas is gone.

"Catchy?" said Lady Josti, staring at Vieri.

"There are some!" Vieri nodded, "I'm going out of town!"

"Need help?" asked Ms. Jostie.

"No!" Vieri shook his head, "but there's something I'd like to check beforehand!"

"Say!".

"What are you going to do with Jean Ostaat's relic if I find it, the music box?" asked Vieri.

"The task of the death bailiff is to stop the gravediggers, as long as Jean Austaat's relics do not fall into the hands of the gravediggers, according to the agreement, you can dispose of the loot freely!" the death judge said indifferently.

"Thank you!" Vieri gestured, "I'll let you know if the incident is resolved!"

With that, Vieri left alone.

Instead of returning to the ratcatcher association, Vieri rented a horse-drawn carriage and went to the vicinity of the industrial train station in the industrial area.

If the industrial area is the heart of Samsara Town, then the industrial station is the main artery that feeds the blood to the city. Unlike Samsara Town Station, the Industrial Station is a drab and unpretentious open-air station that focuses more on function than form. Truckloads of ore are transported from the Ten Peaks and the Bad Land, where they are screened by machines to separate out valuable minerals and crushed for processing.

Trains loaded with soul stones make up only a small fraction of the trains coming from the north. Once these precious gemstones are delivered, they are transported to the Chamber's processing plant in the industrial zone, where the largest soul stones are cut and polished. Smaller soul stones—pea-sized or smaller—are ground into industrial soulstone powder (often used as a drive fuel for construct bodies or start-up arms).

The contents of the rest of the trains depend entirely on where they depart. Those trains from the north or south usually carry valuable minerals. Gold and silver were smelted and placed at the disposal of the Chamber of Commerce, iron was processed into steel, and coal was used as fuel in the industrial zone.

The train carriages from the twisted forests of the West are always filled with felled timber. These timbers are used for two purposes: construction and firewood. Many of the buildings in Samsara are either quite dilapidated or oddly proportioned, so there is always construction in spring, summer, and autumn. In winter, firewood becomes a necessity for those who don't want to freeze to death

Because it is the 'heart', the vicinity of the industrial station is heavily guarded, and there are patrolling police and mercenaries of the Chamber of Commerce, so Vieri does not have to worry about being attacked by gravediggers, and he is here to deal with gravediggers who are spying on them.

Vieri knocked vigorously on the door of the house. It's a standard industrial community, with vibrant, lush walnut trees growing on either side of the cobblestone path. Tall trees occupy an entire street, but are ignored by most of the workers in the working quarters who live there.

He stood in front of the porch of a narrow red brick house, and before he could put his hand down, the door opened. A slender long-legged woman stood inside the house, with black hair tied into a shoulder-length ponytail, brown trousers, a plain white strappy top, and a work coat common in industrial areas. She glanced at Vieri and slammed the door shut without saying a word.

Vieri raised an eyebrow and stepped aside.

The door was pushed open again, and the woman poked out with an automatic rifle in her hand. She turned her head and narrowed her eyes at the sight of Vieri hiding around the corner.

"I'll count to ten!

"Alright, Lanette. Vieri sighed.

"Two, three, four, five. "She counts quickly.

"I'm alone—".

"Six, seven, eight. She raised her gun and aimed it at Vieri.

"Okay......" Vieri walked briskly down the steps.

"Nine!".

He stepped out into the street under the towering trees, the door slamming behind them. Vieri took a deep breath and turned to look at the room.