Lord of the Mysteries

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The dim room was covered with a thin layer of scarlet moon gauze, and everything was indistinct and indistinct.

The three men in black coats slept in different places, and on the set of small sofas, Klein half-melted with his eyes closed like a night, and seemed to have fallen asleep.

His dream is the twisted world of grey mist, sometimes flashing through the briliance.

In the end, these brilliances are fixed into a picture.

It was a gloomy corner. There was sewage on the ground. The man with short brown hair, white shirt and brown vest was lying on the wall, surrounded by a densely packed gray mouse.

The man’s lips were gnawed in half, revealing the yellowish teeth and rotten gums inside. His nose was only blood stained, mixed with a little short hair, and the flesh and blood were disappeared on the face, clearly showing the white bone The white, fat maggots wormed in and out of the place, wriggling continuously, and the position of the throat seemed to be bitten by a wild beast, and at least half was missing.

Klein reluctantly recognized this as Zyrell Victor Lee, and the mature and handsome look in the black and white photo given by Ian could not be equated.

Zyrell is dead. In a few days, it is estimated that there will be only bones left, and even the bones may not be complete… Klein is out of the dream and recalls the picture he just saw.

The experience of the past has allowed him to see a similar body more calmly.

Looking out at the scarlet moon outside the window, Klein thought for ten seconds and decided to try spiritism on the black clothed man spiritism next to the sofa.

——The corresponding “Amanda” pure dew and “eye of the spirit” potions, he has prepared a bottle in the preparation of the previous days, as for the tranquility potion, Klein does not need it, he can invade by others himself Keep calm and sensible when dreaming and forcing spiritism.

After setting up a simple altar and letting out the fragrance of tranquility and tranquility, creating a state of half-dream and half-wake, Klein prayed to himself and to “Fool of another era”.

Then he entered above the grey mist and responded with more than 2/3 of spirituality.

“When I am promoted to Sequence Seven, similar prayers should be able to pry slightly above the grey mist mysterious Space Power like summon and sacrifice ceremonies.” Looking around all around, Klein made a rough judgment and quickly returned to reality World.

He passed through Heaven and Earth like a starry sky and a chaotic and noisy storm of thought, and entered the mental level of the target man, seeing the other party’s illusory silhouette floating in mid-air.

“Who sent you to the Zyrell home?” Klein glanced, solemnly asked.

The man ’s phantom eyes were replied muddleheaded:

“Mersso, Mersso sent me to wait for a boy named Ian.”

The light and shadow of his Mental World changed, showing a man with a lean, lean-skinned skin, the leader of the group that Klein had encountered on the steam subway to catch up with Ian.

Sure enough, it was him … Klein was consuming too much spirituality in response to the prayer. At this point, he was starting to feel tired. He took the time to ask:

“Who is referring to Mersso?”

“I don’t know…he is the ‘executor of our Zmanger Party’, no one can instruct him, except the boss.” The man said awkwardly.

Zmanger … The word corresponding to “Warrior” in the plateau language … The Klein head of the pseudo-historian Mysterious Scholar suddenly felt a pain, and his body involuntarily flew out of the storm of thought.

It didn’t take long for him to get out of the spiritism state and only felt his head twitching empty.

He did not rush to leave, orderly packed the materials and short tan hair, opened the window of the convex belly window, and let the cold night wind blow in, dispersing the smell of “Amanda” pure dew and “eye of the spirit”. .

In the process, Klein returned to the balcony, locked the door from the inside, and wiped all the places he touched.

When Zyrell’s bedroom returned to his previous state, he bowed to the three men who were still asleep, giving a salute.

Straight from the back, Klein put on his gloves, jumped, and swiftly turned out of the bulging window, and stood on his toes, standing firmly with the help of an unusually small space.

He lifted the vertical latch upwards, blocked it with a tarot card at the bottom, and used Clown’s ability to feel the details and adjust the balance.

After a few seconds, Klein slowly pulled back the tarot card, and the vertical latch was stable in place, not falling down.

Shua!

He closed the half of the window without the bolt, then flashed over, the right hand jerked in and pushed the other half.

This action speed is fast, so that the bolt will fall down until there is vibration, and it is accurately inserted into the matching iron hole.

Kuāng dāng ! The sound that is difficult to eliminate sounds like a strong wind that hits the glass surface.

Klein knew that the three men in the bedroom would wake up slowly, without further delay, and jumped directly to the street.

The height of the second floor is not a bit dangerous for him now, but he can’t keep silent when he landed, and it creates a movement that is not obvious.

Klein quickly left nearby and left Rose Street, but did not take the rented carriage directly back to Chowod District Minsk Street.

He turned a few turns and headed for the nearby eastern district.

On a cold night, the wind slammed into the bones. Klein shuddered and decided to add a sweater in the future. He decided to buy charcoal in the next few days and let the fireplace play its role.

I don’t know how long it took, without his map, he entered the Beckland eastern district with intuition.

There are very few gas street lights here, so only 2 or 1 can be seen from a distance. If the dark clouds never covered the scarlet moon tonight, Klein believes that many road sections will be so dark that they cannot be seen at all.

Walking, he suddenly saw a pair of eyes appearing in the deep dimness in front of him, and one after another 佝偻 ‘s silhouettes were highlighted one after another.

They swayed from the blurry distance, silent, silent.

Living Corpse? Klein paused, holding the “soul calming talisman” and the tarot card and quickly opening the spirit vision.

He saw the color of the energy field that was unhealthy and weak, and saw the appearance of one after another silhouette.

These all are living people, normal living people, but their expressions are numb, their eyes empty, their movements weak, and there are men and women.

It’s almost past midnight, why are they still walking on the street … Klein leaned sideways in doubt and crossed the group of people from the street, but soon, he met the second wave, third wave again, the same numbness contained in Suffering.

He frowned slightly and was about to go up and ask, suddenly heard a scream from the front:

“Get up! Give me up!”

“You guys raised!”

“The streets and parks are not the place to sleep for these guys!”

… Klein startled, the words “Poor Relief Law” appear in my mind, and I understand what is going on.

He has had the same experience himself.

Calling… Klein sighed, stepping up and heading for his one-bedroom house in the eastern district of Black Palm Street.

There, he slept for 2 hours, initially recovered spirituality, and then went out again, folding the withered branch as a “dowsing rod”.

“The location of Zyrell’s body.”

“The location of Zyrell’s body.”

……

In the divination again, Klein walked for a long time with the help of the short brown hair, and went to the corner of the eastern district, where there was a sewer entrance.

After the plague of 12 years ago, Ruen Kingdom gradually established a state-of-the-art sewer system in the capital, surpassing the “Mister Russell Legacy” of the Republic of Intis.

Remove the lid, Klein holding the breath and climb down the vertical metal ladder.

Because it is not a special clothing, no pockets, no too many items, he abandoned the “Klag oil” learned from Frye, refreshing the “Klag oil” that eliminates the odor, and regrets it at this time.

Ten seconds later, Klein landed on the ground and felt the thickness of the ground.

The dirty feeling spurred the fine shackles of his arms and body, but he could only endure it, continue to walk forward, and walk forward in the empty and quiet sewer.

There is a road ahead, one of which is relatively concealed, and there is a thicker smell that is more disgusting than other places.

Klein turned to the end, and when he reached the end, he saw the densely packed spirituality light spot and energy field color.

Without the use of candles, he opened the eyes of the spirit vision, directly reflecting the gloomy corners, reflecting the rotten, ruined body.

This is exactly the same picture he saw in dreamland divination.

squeak!

The gray densely packed mice 4 fled and fled, but some of them stayed in place, refused to leave, and refused to eat.

After confirming that it was Zyrell, Klein only quickly hesitated to set up the spiritism ceremony.

Um… If Ian’s description of no problem, Zyrell’s death will be a few days, “spiritism” should be able to harvest certain, shallow information… He thought confidently.

Wū!

As the wind swirled, with the establishment of the spirituality wall, the mice all fled, and Klein stepped on the ceremony, as before.

“The cause of Zyrell’s death.”

“The cause of Zyrell’s death.”

……

Over and over again, Klein pupils turned black, disappeared from the pupil, disappeared from the white of the eye, and quickly entered the dream with meditation.

However, in the foggy Illusory World, nothing was presented.

Klein opened his eyes and made a judgment with a slight frown:

“spiritism failed…”

“Someone’s dealing with the spirit of Zyrell…”

“This thing has Extraordinary participation.”

“Disguised as Zyrell, so that one bit of detective has not been seen, and it has been proved from the side.”

After a moment of contemplation, Klein made the decision, that is, until now, no further intensive blending, anyway, his commission is overfulfilled.

“Let Ian go to the police.” He whispered, picking up the material and lifting the spirituality wall.