Capítulo 8: chapter 8
Chapter 30 Elf
The townhouses on Daffodil Street adopt polygonal hip roofs that are relatively time-saving and labor-saving. There are no porches, gardens or lawns, and the brown-red doors directly face the street.
Although they are also called villas, compared with the classic three-story ones in the eastern part of Tingen city, they are like stunted dwarfs, a poor imitation of the upper class by the middle class.
But every time he sees this townhouse, which is always covered with a layer of dust, Klein can feel a sense of warmth, and only the warmth from his "brother and sister" can fill his hole.
Starting tomorrow, the three extraordinary teams will engage in a tug-of-war to monitor suspects throughout the day. The captain and the captain of the "Mechanical Heart" argued hard and finally convinced Burnett to give the three teams and the police department Some staff were given half a day off to spend time with their families.
However, according to the irresponsible speculation of a member of the "Punisher", the reason why Burnett agreed to give up half a day of precious surveillance time is that he believed that this operation would be more dangerous and did not want to see another "Punisher" soon. It was a tragedy that the two former members who died in the line of duty did not even leave a will.
However, even after agreeing to the suggestions of the remaining two captains, Burnett still did not distinguish between beliefs. He dragged a few official Beyonders with no family members and ran to the Eastern Noble District. He seemed to be ready to fight all night. .
"Your company seems to be very busy recently?"
Following Klein's advice, Benson, who was recently preparing for the civil service exam at home, wore thick gloves and carefully carried a pot of mutton and placed it on the table mat.
"You know, we are a security company and have very close relations with the police." Klein quickly rolled up his sleeves, placed the tableware of the three brothers and sisters, and took the time to answer, "The city has not been peaceful recently. I guess We may work overtime at any time during the next week."
When Melissa came out of the kitchen after washing her hands, her hidden classmate Benson winked when she heard this, her words revealing concern.
"Are you going to deal with terrorists from the Southern Continent again?"
She saw Klein's movements pause for a moment, and his two slender eyebrows almost blended together.
"I came back from school today and heard from others that the police had cordoned off the hospital and Lower Street. There seemed to be a shooting case in the dock area yesterday."
"you..."
"Relax, it won't happen." Klein forced a smile on his face and put a few more pieces of mutton into Melissa's bowl.
While eating white bread soaked in broth, he explained to his brother and sister:
"You should still remember that the boss who hired me promised that I would be a regular employee when I entered, and the job I signed was a civilian job. I would not be dragged into fighting with the terrorists in the Southern Continent. Those were all police officers. officers and security personnel."
"As far as I know, civilian employees will be very tired even if there are no risks." As the elder brother, Benson was not polite and pointed out the aspects that Klein deliberately avoided based on his own experience.
Melissa's originally relaxed gaze came back.
Danger often not only comes with injuries, but overexertion is also one of the most common reasons when Luen newspapers report murder cases. Melissa, who used to have many classmates living in the lower street, has a lot of experience.
"Relax," Klein repeated. "I only have a civilian job. I am responsible for reporting and organizing the detailed process after the task is completed, as well as the follow-up summary of the follow-up investigation. Before my colleagues and the police gentlemen catch the criminal, I think There is no chance to do it, so I can only wait in the office."
Afraid that Melissa was still worried, he added another sentence.
"And I'm not the only civilian responsible for the task, there are also several seniors who work long hours. What I need to deal with are all unimportant parts."
He used lie after lie to appease Melissa's concern for him, and the hour hand on the clock slowly slipped by.
Soon, the sumptuous dinner ended due to Klein's prevarication. Benson and Melissa intentionally allowed Klein to rest for a while and returned to their rooms.
...
The door was gently closed, and the friendly smile on Klein's lips disappeared little by little as he no longer maintained his "clown" ability.
Tomorrow he will be assigned to a group with Old Neil to monitor Baron Hoy. If the goddess of the night does not bless him, the old and weak group he is in will only become the next trophy for the witch to show off her power.
He shouldn't have lied to Melissa. He should have confessed, told Benson his true salary, savings, and the serial number of his anonymous account, and handed over his will just like the captain said.
This does not mean that he will definitely die in this operation, but it is an ancient tradition of the "Nighthawks" like Chanis Gate.
Just like in the Dragon Bar, a little power leaked from the fingers of the high-ranking witch can easily threaten all of their lives... Klein, who was sitting at the corner between the door panel and the ground, thought in his mind and hurriedly Climbed up from the ground.
He patted his cheek quickly, eager to find something to do for himself to get rid of these uneasy emotions.
For example, if you think about it on the bright side, there is a high-ranking witch behind Tris, and there is a "secret" behind him.
Even if this is a god who cannot move and cannot provide any help other than words, the sea of gray mist and clouds that he calls a prison still contains a lot of power.
By the way, "Secret" said last time that I should get my own honorary name as soon as possible... On the contrary, with the honorary name, my spirituality should be able to barely support the rituals of sacrifice and bestowal. In the future If the Hanged Man and the others make a deal, I will be able to show more of the functions that a god should have... Klein thought.
However, he neither knew how to offer sacrifices or gifts, nor had he thought of a specific honorific name.
I had previously had the idea of "plagiarizing Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun using Xindaya translation", but considering that "Secret" was vague about the existence of this Tianzun, and had an attitude of being a prisoner when he opened his mouth, and wanted to die when he kept his mouth shut, Klein was not convinced at the time.
"It's not impossible to try," Klein said to himself in a very small voice. "The first sentence 'The Fool who does not belong to this era' points to 'mystery', and my experience can barely fit it. What follows By copying Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun, maybe I can transfer the direction of the prayers that Gray Mist receives to me."
Anyway, when he usually climbs up the gray mist, he calls out the honorable name of the Heavenly Lord, and he is the kind of person with upright and bright roots.
Thinking of this, Klein turned on the gas lamp in the room, took out a pen and paper, spent five minutes translating and polishing it, and finally wrote the freshly prepared honorary name next to another honorable name he was familiar with.
It seems a bit funny to put the honorific name of the "God of Mysteries" together with the experimental honorific name of his fake "Fool".
I don't know if this is considered blasphemy... Klein laughed at himself and opened his lips slightly, rebelliously violating the iron law that the Nighthawks repeatedly emphasized.
Never recite the evil god's name.
"A fool who does not belong to this era."
"The great master who is farther than the distance..."
The awkward mantra did not break the tranquility of the night. Klein felt the calmness in his mind and waited in silence for a while until there was still no sound, then he recited the next name in sequence.
"A fool who does not belong to this era."
"The great master of the spiritual world."
"The King of Yellow and Black who controls good luck."
Sitting in front of the desk, with his hands clasped together, Klein suddenly froze, and there were waves of illusory calls in his ears.
It was his own voice.
Obviously, the honorable name he designed was successful, but Klein found it hard to be happy.
He stood up and walked to the center of the room, walked four steps backward skillfully, recited the honorable name of Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun, and climbed onto the gray mist for the fourth time.
The eternal mist flows slowly, and the giant palace and simple long table remain as vicissitudes of life as ever. In the Milky Way composed of only crimson stars, one crimson star is actually shining with spiritual brilliance of two different frequencies, breaking the This unchanging scene.
As soon as Klein had a thought, his figure disappeared and reappeared, and he sat at the top.
He raised his eyes and glanced, but did not see the "mysterious" figure. The entire gray fog was empty, and he was the only living person.
It seems that "Mystery" is weaker than I thought. The reason why He doesn't answer prayers is because He is so weak that He cannot move for a long time in this gray fog?
Gray Mist and the palace didn't speak, so Klein, who couldn't get an answer, could only shake his head and throw away this suspicion.
He reached out and touched the star that symbolized himself, and two circles of light rippling at different frequencies exploded instantly, showing scenes in the same room at different time periods.
They all show him sitting at his desk praying.
Well, I can also touch the prayer directed at the "Secret"... Klein's fingers on his right hand tapped nimbly on the table, getting faster and faster.
Because I need to rely on Gray Mist's personality because of my fake power, I can only use Gray Mist to accept and respond to prayers. However, "Mystery" is a real existence, an evil god recognized by the Zhengshen Church, and the god who claims to be the Creator. Alliance, no matter how you say it, should be a genuine god. Why do prayers directed to Him still appear on the gray mist?
Klein does not think that these stars that can accept prayers are all spiritual beings that have established a relationship with Gray Mist by "Mystery". He has been separated from reality for more than a thousand years. Looking at the volume of the cascading prayers last time, Klein I don't think "Secret" can gather at least a few thousand believers with a life span of more than a thousand years.
As a bold idea gradually emerged, Klein stopped all movements, and his two eyeballs continued to rotate along the edges of his eye sockets. His spiritually blessed sight swept through the gray fog and every corner of the palace, searching for "mysterious" shadows. .
If I can touch my own prayer, can I touch others too?
Klein looked at the stars on the dome that were blocked by a layer of light mist, and froze halfway up his hand reaching toward the sky.
Hesitation flashed in his brows.
Suddenly I remembered that the previous behavior of the "magician" may have exposed him to part of the "secret", especially the believers who may have angelic personalities.
If you choose to respond to prayer rashly at this time, you may cause trouble that is difficult to deal with.
Klein thought about it carefully, then moved his gaze to the edge of the crimson galaxy, found an inconspicuous star, and slowly poked at the colors it contained.
Even if you are unlucky enough to encounter a prayer with extremely high spiritual intuition, as long as you don't respond to the other party, you should be able to hide it through the extremely high level of gray fog.
boom.
Crimson light slowly dimmed the fog layer, and an unreal scene of prayer unfolded in front of Klein's eyes.
It was a man with a ponytail, dark blue to almost black hair, pointed and long ears, and a face that was more Asian than the Western European style popular in the northern and southern continents.
This gentle lady who evoked Klein's memories did not notice the God's favor, and the crimson scene only faithfully reproduced her prayer process.
Listening to the simple content of wishing his children good health and good luck in the coming year, Klein had an illusion for a moment.
The gray fog raised his field of vision, allowing him to see in addition to the praying lady who looked similar to the legendary elf, he also saw the chopsticks and freshly baked blood on the dining table. Judging from the blurred background, he could even see It is determined that the place where this lady worshiped the "secret" was probably in front of the stove at home.
All these things brought back his memories, and even directly overlapped with his hometown on Earth.
They almost overlapped into one province... Klein waved away the prayer scene in front of him, leaned back on the chair with his eyes distracted, and rubbed his temples blankly.
There was a phrase in the words that the lady just used when praying that seemed to be "a protector from the same race, a symbol of origin and miracles"?
Klein's hand pressing his temple simply covered the entire part above his nose.
The internal information of "Nighthawks" has emphasized that righteous gods often appear in symbols, and only heretical evil gods have specific images. However, this does not mean that the evil gods in the definition of the Northern Continent, including the true Creator, will all be seen in a certain way. A specific image of a race appears. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net
Being a protector of the same race is like saying that "Mystique" is a member of the elves, and the elven god who only exists in legends and has the same name as the current Suniya Sea is the racial god of the elves, just like the vampire. Same as the ancestors.
If this is the case, there is something wrong with "Mystery". Even though this guy is in this world, he looks like an Oriental. There are actually Orientals in this world!
Klein exhaled slowly, first used meditation to make himself less excited, and after waiting for five minutes, he used spirituality to reconstruct the appearance of the elf woman, followed by a southern continent servant he had seen, and finally a few... There are typical Western faces, including Lun, Fusac, Intis, Lunberg, and Maxi.
Only there are no black people, and the others basically correspond to the human races on the earth... At this time, Klein no longer has time to think about whether he will die in tomorrow's mission.
Facing these portraits, he felt that he had grasped some very important evidence, some evidence that could be used to find the truth about his time travel.
But until there is no more supporting evidence, or until it is personally acknowledged by angels and gods whose lifespans exceed the length of civilization, these evidences are nothing but castles in the air.
For example, elves are very similar to Eastern races, but have many more fantasy features, and their appearance has become much better... Klein is not sure whether they are like the vampires in myths and legends, gods who enjoy their leisure time. of creation.
"I'll have a chance to ask." He comforted himself, and the figure sitting upright disappeared into the gray mist along with several portraits.
On the opposite seat at the bottom, the "mystery" that had been there from the beginning slowly emerged. Under the robe and gray mist, there was a gentle and elegant face with obvious oriental characteristics.
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Chapter 31 Sudden Death
Councilor Maynard held a glass of blood-red Ormere wine and stood leisurely behind the railing of the cloister on the second floor. He looked far away at the other end of the semicircular glass at the entrance of the hall, a group of police officers shivering in the cold wind.
His eyes did not contain any active emotion, and were as cold as inorganic bronze mirrors. He only occasionally used the corner of his eyes to glance at the huge crystal chandelier hanging from the roof, and glanced at his wife who was talking to several upper-class people.
Unlike the police chief who has no dignity when his face is trampled on by others when encountering trouble, his reliance is never on his so-called surname, but on the power given to members of parliament by the great constitution that he holds tightly in his hands. .
Of course, there is also his respectable father-in-law, and that wife who is not lovable at all... Thinking of this, Councilor Maynard gave his wife a little more attention with pity.
The mean black-and-white checkered hyenas and vicars of the church would never enter his living room unless it was for his benefit.
Councilor Maynard, whose waist was already bloated and his grace had lost, adjusted his posture, put on his fat face a smile of interest common to the upper class, walked down the corridor with a wine glass in hand, and greeted the new guests.
"Good afternoon, beautiful Mrs. Sharon."
...
"At 16:15, the suspect Sharon Hoy and her adopted son visited Congressman Maynard."
The "Spy" of "Machine Heart" quickly wrote down the time of Mrs. Sharon's visit and the number of her entourage on a piece of paper.
In his hand, he held a mirror connected to a black box with copper wire wrapped in soft material. There was a perspective in the sky floating on the mirror. The picture was not clear, but it was enough to show the most basic features.
This is the third time the name Sharon Hoy appears on this page.
Dunn took the report from the "Peeper" and deliberately blocked Dai Li's view with his back.
The surveillance equipment of the "Mechanical Heart" is a mixture of extraordinary and mechanical. Although this unique design can greatly reduce the possibility of being discovered, it also requires a skilled extraordinary person to operate it in a timely manner at all times in order to maintain the best possible outcome. Basic operation.
The captain of the "Heart of Machinery" couldn't leave the machine. Burnett didn't like to wait before taking action, so Dunn could only be responsible for the on-site command.
"This is the third time this week, the second time since the surveillance?" Dai Li, who had just been sorting out the records behind Dunn, tapped her toes and rested her chin on Dunn's shoulder, wondering.
Although the official Extraordinaries had been wandering around these suspicious upper-class people for three days without rest, this aristocratic widow who was a legend in the social circle continued her unique hunting as if she didn't know anything about it.
Dunn skillfully put his arms around Dai Li's waist, and replied while thinking:
"Among the more famous ladies in Tingen's social circle, only Sharon Hoy is still active. Even others who are not monitored by us have canceled recent gatherings and social events. I'm afraid they got the news in advance."
"Maybe she also wants to imitate Congressman Smith and prove herself?" Dai Li almost leaned her weight on Dunn, her green eyes shining with thought.
"Congressman Smith and his mistress among the four suspects left the city by car yesterday. They even took the initiative to visit the bishop before leaving. No problems were found."
"We have indeed ruled out Congressman Smith as a suspect." Dunn nodded slightly, agreeing with Daly's guess, but still a little worried, "But of the remaining three, Congressman Maynard refused to cooperate, and Baron Hoy refused to cooperate. When it comes to issues related to his adoptive mother, Congressman Cullen basically has no right to speak..."
He sighed deeply, "Congressman Cullen is a believer in the storm. He opened the door of his house generously. The 'punisher' found nothing. It was as if someone had pushed all the doubts to the two remaining suspects." This is the only option left for the close-knit Mrs. Sharon."
Dunn wondered whether this was also a conspiracy of the witch, and it was a misdirection.
"There is another possibility." Seeing him like this, Dai Li simply let go of his hands and walked to Dunn.
She didn't wear strange eye shadow or blush today - in fact, she had given up this habit a long time ago and gradually fell in love with a relatively simple and elegant dress.
Dunn looked at Dai Li, who looked much cheerfuler and younger than before. Watching the corners of her mouth slowly curl up with a hint of sarcasm, he actually had the illusion that he had gone back to the past.
"This is not misleading, it's just that Sharon Hoy is really lacking something and she needs it from others, so she won't give up even if she knows there are risks."
Dai Li's sarcastic smile gradually took on a hint of self-deprecation, and she didn't stop even when Dunn shook his head in supplication.
"Happy, you know I know how to truly digest potions. My intuition tells me that if Sharon Hoy is the witch behind Tris, she must also understand. This is why she continues to act. She left not open..."
Dunn covered Dai Li's mouth, his deep gray eyes closed tightly, and it took a while before he opened them.
"Old Neil and Klein are the team responsible for monitoring Councilor Maynard. When they come back, I will discuss with Burnett and the others, and then divine clues based on the reports recorded by Old Neil and Klein."
"If I discover nothing else, I will go straight into the dreams of Maynard and Baron Hoy tonight."
...
Dusk ended silently, and servants in red uniforms from the Southern Continent came and went in an orderly manner in the two-story house belonging to Senator Maynard. They removed the round table for afternoon tea, rearranged the candles, and illuminated the ball. hall.
Klein, who was squatting on the roof of a nearby house, took the telescope away from his eyes and buried his head in his arms, intending to rest his red eyes for a while.
"Why are we still dancing and setting up a dance party when there are obviously not many people?"
The spiritual vision of extraordinary people cannot be attached to auxiliary equipment such as telescopes. At night, except for the "sleepless people" who are protected by the Lord of the Night, and the "sailors" who have been given divine grace by the Lord of Storms to sail in the storm, other All extraordinary people have lost the basic conditions for observation and can only suffer from their own eyes.
"This is an unspoken rule of upper-class society. If the dance to which invitations are sent is canceled or temporarily reduced in size for some reason, it will be a serious problem."
Old Neil, who was no longer suitable to persist at night due to his age, said calmly while holding hot coffee.
Even though autumn is still a month away, a cold wind is already blowing in Tingen, close to the Honakis Mountains. Old Neil did not wear the usual mage robe today, but put on the coat and scarf that are common among the elderly. , with a warm-looking felt hat fastened on top of his head.
"Looking on the bright side, starting from this afternoon, the three suspects have gathered together, and the old guys squatting in the remaining two places of the 'Mechanical Heart' will have enough time to search the house, and it will be easy to Can find out who has the problem."
"If their report tonight says everything is normal, then won't the results come out?"
Yes, in almost all the information and files, those arrested cultists have the habit of worshiping the evil gods they believe in. Related items can often be found in their residences, not to mention that the witch's ability requires a lot of spiritual materials. Even if a person as big as Tris is promoted and becomes a woman, he will not completely disappear. This is an obvious target for the "Spyers" of the "Machine Heart".
Thinking of this, Klein, who had been successfully deceived by Old Neil, felt that he had a direction to fight for. He picked up the telescope again, turned on his spiritual vision, and reluctantly monitored everything that happened in the villa.
In the ballroom area, he saw several gentlemen in tuxedos and ladies with long palace skirts dancing in pairs to inaudible music.
They include businessmen who rely on Senator Maynard for survival, officials from government departments, and of course Baron Hoy who does not have much actual power in his hands and relies solely on a title and the beauty of his adoptive mother to stand here.
Klein moved the telescope, searched for a while, and found the object of his focus.
The owner of this house, Senator Maynard, did not dance with his wife. Instead, he held Mrs. Sharon in his arms and occupied the center of the dance floor. As for his wife, she was partnering with another gentleman who looked similar to her.
Everything seems normal.
As that saying goes, normality is the greatest abnormality... Klein, whose inspiration kept sending subtle vibrations, took off the pendulum wrapped around his wrist. The citrine was blown by the wind on the roof. Shaky.
There were no items in his hand related to several suspects, but this did not hinder the subsequent divination.
I can divine my own destiny. If these people really have nothing to do with the witch, the divination will lose the necessary conditions and it will not be valid... Klein lowered his head and said softly:
"I'm not in danger tonight."
The citrine that was flying in the air suddenly stiffened, and the thin silver chain hung straight in the air, and then slowly rotated counterclockwise and clockwise as the spiritual wind blew, violating the laws of nature.
The divination was established... Klein's eyes were serious and he almost held his breath.
But before he could wait for the citrine to spin steadily in one direction and give a specific answer, he was slapped hard on the back. The spiritual wind that followed his will stopped abruptly, and the pendulum was again blown by the wind. Blowing around.
In the darkness, Old Neil lay low and barely managed to stand firm on the roof.
His coat rustled in the wind, and he pulled Klein and ran towards the attic with the windows ajar.
A horrifying scream broke the tranquility of the night. The captain of the "Mechanical Heart" who was responsible for frontal surveillance saw the abnormality for the first time and passed the news to each team through the communicator.
Klein and Old Neil, who were closest to the Maynard Mansion, were the first to arrive. They didn't even have time to explain to the police who also heard the screams and were about to enter to check, before they broke into the door with their guns drawn.
"Don't move, Ahowa County Police Department's Seventh Special Operations Team!"
Old Neil shouted skillfully in a not too loud voice, shocking the frightened butler and the panicked guests behind him.
As an inspector, Klein ordered the police on standby nearby to leave the villa, set up a cordon, and be on standby with their guns drawn at all times.
After doing all this, he quickly entered the state, pulled the housekeeper and asked:
"The deceased are Senator Maynard and Baron Hoy. How did they die?"
He glanced at the ladies who were crying bitterly on the two deceased bodies, and couldn't help but feel dizzy.
If the witch is really one of the few present, then the Sequence Nine's name is "Assassin" and she will definitely not do such a stupid thing and kill people who may have mastered her secrets in person.
But this kind of thing actually happened, and after being manipulated by the witch in this way, the still-living Mrs. Sharon was almost free of involvement.
Fortunately, the new murder occurred among the upper class. This group of nobles and congressmen basically knew about the existence of extraordinary people, and there were basically no country bumpkins who didn't know that "supernatural forces exist in the world, and the church controls divine power."
Old Neil, who had become familiar with arranging rituals and looking for traces of spirituality, frowned, and it seemed that things were not going well.
After waiting for the ritual candles to be completely extinguished, Old Neil quickly erased the pattern he drew on the ground and shook his head at Klein.
"Has the spirit body been preserved? I found no trace. I need Dai Li to channel it."
"Can't we?" Klein glanced at the two bodies on the ground that were no longer being held.
He only learned the most basic rituals, including channeling, but he had no knowledge about how to slow down the dissipation of spirits. When Dai Li, who is best at channeling, rushes over from the police station, the results he will get will be different from his own. Hands-on is almost the same.
"It's not that complicated to slow down the dissipation of the spirit body. If the congressman and the baron are really framed by gangsters, Dai Li is more suitable to deal with it than us, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net" Old Neil took out the ceremonial dagger from the inside of his coat. , raised his right hand flat, and relit the candle symbolizing the goddess of night in the ceremony just now.
Arrange a spiritual wall, use the sealing effect of the spiritual wall and the soothing effect on the spirit body when praying to the goddess, and use their power to confine the spirit body within the spiritual wall, so that it will not dissipate?
Klein glanced at Old Neil's movements, saw the air near the two victims slowly closing in his spiritual vision, and coughed deliberately:
"I believe you also know that we are priests of the goddess. We will appease the souls of Mr. Congressman and His Excellency the Baron who died unjustly, and purify the evil that has entangled them. Please step aside and return to your respective rooms."
Klein pulled the housekeeper to the door and called the police who were on guard outside to enter the villa. He also asked the housekeeper to cooperate with the police and let everyone in the villa except the police, including the servants and guards, return to the room.
Considering the pressure from the three major churches, it is not impossible for the witch who likes to take the high-level route to return to her old career and use assassin methods to cut off the clues currently held by the official extraordinary people. He must ensure that no one in this villa can leave. .
In fact, it doesn't matter even if the murderer leaves. There is "Machine Heart" and us monitoring the outside of this house. She has no chance to sneak in. She can only sneak into the servants temporarily hired for the dance today. In this way, even if she runs out during the chaos, You can also use rituals to find new clues from other people's memories...
In order to reassure Mrs. Maynard, who had just become a widow, and Mrs. Sharon, who had just evolved from a widow to a widow and a single woman, Klein sincerely assured:
"Please believe that Tingen's most professional forensic doctors are on their way. We will investigate the truth behind the murder of the two gentlemen and bring them to court."
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Chapter 32 In unison
"There was no viral infection. The cause of death of the deceased was rapid failure of multiple organs in the body in a short period of time."
The cold scalpel was withdrawn from the flat wound on the corpse's chest, and Frye gently took off his white gloves, as if he was afraid of disturbing Wuwu's soul who died.
On the ritual symbol pattern composed of blood, two hideous-looking corpses lie side by side. The more authoritative "psychic" in the field of the dead sprinkles nectar, whispers a mantra as silent as death, and pulls out the undead corpse. Dissipated spirits.
Daly looked at Baron Hoy and Councilor Maynard, who were much more transparent, with empty green eyes.
"cause of death."
The spirit called by her emerged from under the luxurious marble floor and quickly clung to the two spirits. The illusory mouthparts opened a hole and got in.
Traces of worms swimming quickly appeared under the skin of the sluggish spirit body. The spirit responsible for detecting the traces in the spirit body struggled to get out. The surface of the body was soaked in black. The moment it fell off, it was burned away by the black flames that rose out of thin air. .
This... Dai Li's empty eyes focused instantly. The "psychic" who exited the psychic state cast a sharp gaze across the hall and said seriously:
"The witch's black magic is a precise strike through their blood, hair and other body tissues. The spirit being controlled by me cannot see more. The witch who imposed the curse is still maintaining the ritual."
"Still maintaining the ritual?" the captain of "Machine Heart" asked in surprise.
He pulled out a scroll from his laboratory robe, shook his hands, and the blue words on the parchment suddenly came to life, like butterflies, flying to the surface of the corpse, and the spiritual brilliance was extinguished in the spirit body. The burning black flames erupted together with the hymn praising the "God of Steam and Machinery", completely obliterating the last link between the black magic rituals.
"It seems that the caster is not in this villa." Burnett made a simple judgment, his iron-colored eyes scanning the chandeliers and murals above his head, "And she has an absolutely hidden hiding place that allows her to block surveillance. , blocking the evil spirit emitted by the ritual."
Dunn pressed his temples with his fingers to relieve fatigue, closed his eyes and said:
"This does not mean that Councilor Maynard's servants, family members, and guests have been eliminated from suspicion. Being able to obtain the body tissues of him and Baron Hoy shows that at least one person who is very close to both of them also believes in the person behind the witch. Evil God."
Burnett, who was staring at a door on the second floor, suddenly looked at Klein and Old Neil who were standing by.
"You guys arrived at the scene immediately. Can you tell us about Sharon Hoy's performance at that time?"
Sharon Hoy?
Is this suspicion of the famous widow?
But if curses usually require a certain medium, such as hair, flesh, etc., then a mistress who secretly has relationships with many upper-class men does have many opportunities to commit crimes... Klein frowned and said:
"She appeared very distressed. Both she and Mrs. Maynard were lying on their loved ones and almost fainted."
The captain of the "Punisher" wearing a navy uniform sneered unabashedly.
"Grief."
"Sharon Hoy inherited most of the old Baron's property, but more than half of it needs to be returned to her so-called adopted son after Baron Hoy gets married. I heard it seems to be more than ten thousand pounds. It's really a huge sum. An unimaginable amount."
He looked at the baron on the ground with doubtful eyes, and the sarcasm on his lips almost overflowed.
"The expression on this guy's face before he died shows that he must have known something. Maybe Sharon was so happy that she couldn't get up."
"Burnett!" Dunn shouted in a low voice to stop the "Punisher"'s groundless speculation and offense against the deceased.
The teachings of the Goddess of the Night do not allow denigration of anyone's personality because of gender. When treating the dead, unless they are villains who have betrayed faith and justice, we must maintain the most basic respect and equally bring the peace given by God to everyone lost in the world. The Lamb at the End of Life.
Burnett's words touched the bottom line of believers in the dark night.
"Am I wrong?" Burnett lowered his voice, but still smiled sarcastically.
He pointed at Old Neil, who was silent and concentrating with his eyes closed.
"If you ask Neil, aside from just starting college students, he will definitely understand what I mean."
"This bunch of bastards who only have a good skin and are bewitching souls like demons in bed would be eager to sell themselves out and join the evil god if they see an opportunity to gain both wealth and youth."
"I...support Captain Burnett's guess." Dai Li's sudden statement shocked everyone present. She frowned and tangledly expressed the guess she got after another autopsy, "The body of the deceased Without recent wounds, if it is just hair, the relationship between the hair and the spirit body will easily dissipate. The weak spirit activity on it will weaken to the point of being unusable in at most one or two hours. In such a short period of time, it is almost impossible to Reactive agents were collected from the two deceased persons, most likely bodily fluids."
She broke through the fig leaf between several men's conversations with an expressionless face.
"Both of them had sex with the same woman."
I'm super...
Standing between the captains, Klein was dumbfounded.
Thanks to Ms. Daly, this is indeed possible. Senator Maynard has often had scandals with Mrs. Sharon, and Baron Hoy has often been criticized for having an affair with his adoptive mother. This all makes sense. Okay, this, this, is this still the occult science I know? Why is it so exciting?
"Look, this makes sense," Burnett spread his hands and gestured to his team members, "Arrest them."
"Wait!" Dai Li stood in front of the "punisher", "I don't think it's Sharon Hoy."
Facing everyone's doubtful gazes, she made a gesture. Frye, who had been squatting next to the two corpses to inspect them, took out a parchment bag, stood up straight and said:
"I don't know if some of you still remember the police investigation report. During the three days we were under surveillance, Sharon Hoy did not stay at the home of either Congressman Maynard or Baron Hoy. She has been living in her own house. At the property on Olsner Street."
In other words, the clue has been cut off again... Klein looked at the several veteran Extraordinaries who were arguing again, and silently retreated, leaving the Maynard Mansion. The pungent coal in the night air in Tingen The smell of ash hits my nostrils.
This is still the eastern part where the upper class live. It is hard to imagine how bad the air in the lower streets will be at the same time.
The biting cold wind blew across his cheeks, forcing the young "magician" to raise the collar of his windbreaker and cover his chin like Deacon Sesima.
He touched the citrine pendulum wrapped around his left wrist, looked left and right, and saw that no one was paying attention to him, so he took off the pendulum that still had body heat.
Today, or before I bumped into Tris by accident, everything had an inexplicable and indescribable coincidence.
For example, when he was hesitating about his ill-fated fate, Mr. Azik knocked on his door; when he tried to clear up some fog for his future by eliminating the pressure from the Southern Continent, Tris took the high position to The witch's breath almost killed most of their team; but now, the divination before the accident tonight was interrupted by Old Neil, and the witch got rid of the clues as she wished. Mrs. Sharon, who was originally the most suspicious, turned into the most innocent one.
It's like someone has been deliberately creating these coincidences to guide me. Could the "Mountains and Tsunamis" that Mr. Bruns told me, Tower, Hermit, and Temperance, be understood as hidden in the universe? Changes that secretly trap me in my established path?
Someone is secretly creating changes that are beneficial to him?
Klein instantly felt colder, but unlike his body, which was wet with cold sweat due to physiological reactions, his brain was in a state of excitement, and his thoughts running at high speed were like an overloaded boiler, and even his spirituality was screaming. .
The spirituality of the "divineer" path is very high, and his spiritual intuition agrees with his guess, and his guess does touch on a little bit of the truth.
But who could it be? Who has such great ability to control the Aurora Society, the Secret Order in the Southern Continent, and the Witch Sect of another faith?
If what I think is true, even half of it is true, it means that the high-ranking witch of the Witch Sect, a being who can be called a demigod, was unknowingly manipulated, and no abnormality was found.
"Secret"... Almost immediately, a vague figure appeared in his mind, forever blended with the gray fog.
But he quickly ruled out this suspicion.
The purpose of "Secret" is to seek death. Even if he doesn't tell the truth, it is most likely to get rid of restrictions through his own body and come to reality. Then he will not do such a seemingly secretive but actually laborious trick, just call anyone Isn't angel kidnapping more straightforward?
Klein narrowed the scope to a few "old friends" who were relatively famous in the "Nighthawks" information.
After calming down and thinking about it carefully, in fact, this matter has nothing to do with the Southern Continent. The role played by the Southern Continent in these coincidences is the source of my pressure. The person who is hiding and planning the coincidence can definitely take advantage of the Southern Continent's actions. This makes sense too.
Just ask Mr. Azik for the details of that day and it will be much easier... Klein squared the citrine spirit and whispered:
"Tonight my divination of 'whether I will encounter danger tonight' was interrupted, which was due to the influence of external forces other than coincidence."
The silver chain rotates slowly, flying forward like a headless fly for a while, then turning back, always swinging between clockwise and counterclockwise.
It was obvious that his divination had been interfered with and did not work out.
"Divining?"
A lazy voice pulled Klein away from the world of independent thinking and attracted him to look at the road ahead.
Leonard got out of the carriage that had just stopped, and Leonard, who had not properly tucked his shirt into his belt, had his windbreaker open. His black hair blown by the wind and the cape-like hem gave him a messy and unruly aesthetic.
If he turns into a witch, he will definitely be a disaster... Klein arranged for his companion to be "vicious" and took a look at him, but he still honestly explained the quarrel that just happened inside, including some of his conjectures. Told Leonard again.
At the end, Klein seemed to have no intention of saying:
"Don't you think it's a bit of a coincidence?"
coincide?
Leonard, who suddenly had an idea, frowned and thought for a while, then nodded slowly.
"When you said that, I remembered it."
"Just like the time I met Tris, the captain retrieved 3-0782. Although it was only a third-level sealed item, I dare say that if any second-level sealed item behind Chanis Gate were replaced, we would all die. In the witch's black flames, nothing remains, from body to soul."
"There is a problem with 3-0782." Klein added.
Usually, the classification of sealed objects is an assessment of the danger of the sealed object and the ability of the corresponding sequence. Level three is often the product of a low sequence, but 3-0782 can confront and even eliminate the power projection of a high-ranking witch.
"Your defecting archbishop is more problematic."
Pales, who was so shocked by the two little guys just now that he didn't want to speak, spoke silently in Leonard's mind, avoiding the dirty water that almost splashed on him.
Of course, judging from His usual style, He hid some words this time and did not finish them.
For example, he suspected that the coincidences mentioned by Klein and Leonard might not be the work of the same person.
Before the witch showed off her ability, he didn't know which sealed object Captain "Nighthawk" would choose, let alone exert any influence.
For some unfathomable and unspeakable reason, he had reason to suspect that the appearance of 3-0782 was to destroy the coincidence against the "Nighthawk" and at the same time prevent him from exposing his power and attracting malicious attention.
Not many people can do this kind of thing, and even fewer can create coincidences quietly.
"Do you remember the wanted order?"
Pales' old voice gradually faded out of his mind. Leonard thought about the rationality of the "cohabitant"'s words and took a sharp breath.
"Wanted order?" Klein thought for a moment, "You mean Ince Zangwill, the former archbishop who defected from the church? UU Reading www.uｕkanshu.net"
Ince Zangwill, male... was seduced by the devil, corrupted into evil, and absconded with 0-08 Sealed Artifact...
A black-and-white photo and a few lines of text surfaced from the depths of Klein's memory, covering his doubts with more profound memories.
"The 'Gatekeeper' should not have similar abilities. Do you suspect that he used 0-08, that sealed object that has no ability description and only one appearance feature for us to see?"
"I don't know." Leonard answered truthfully, "But this is the most likely. 0-08 corresponds to the person of an angel, which is enough to influence the demigod of the witch. And I don't know if you have heard of "Roselle" A story from the Collection of My Story."
"The book of history, a powerful treasure that can modify history and make words become reality. Isn't 0-08 just a pen?"
Pales, who was hidden in Leonard's mind, fell silent.
He wanted to give himself a slap.
Why does the host I choose seem to have a complete brain shutdown at one moment, and then become surprisingly useful and always have access to forbidden knowledge?
Is this also the curse placed on Him by the "sign of destiny and the master of the spiritual world"?
The ball of light floating in Leonard's spirit body expanded in a circle. After many struggles, it still stole the connection created by the sentence just now, and at the same time erased the speculation about 0-08 in the memory of the two people, allowing the suspicion to stay forever. On Ince Zangwill.
A weak, almost silent bell rang quietly, and the time that Klein and Leonard had been stopped flowed again.
Wearing a soft hat, dark blond hair, pupils so blue that they are almost black, and a face as deep as an ancient Greek sculpture...
"Ince Zangwill, he is secretly using his spirit to influence us!" The two said in unison.
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Chapter 33 Wonderful Night
"'Nighthawk', 'Punisher', and 'Machine Heart' spent a lot of energy and finally found the clues left by Sharon Hoy, a member of the Witch Cult in Tingen. If Sharon Hoy is caught, he will be Trischik, favored by the gods, will lose its original value, which is something that neither Ince Zangwill nor his allies want to see."
"...The team members of 'Machine Heart' gradually investigated and were about to reach Olsner Street where Triss was hiding. The newly promoted witch sensed the danger and used Sharon Hoy to prepare in advance. The body fluids of Senator Maynard and Baron Hoy caused a sudden murder, which broke the church's pace of solving the case. It accidentally cleared Sharon Hoy's suspicion. This was a thrilling but very reasonable story. coincidence."
On the outskirts of Tingen, in a house with a green lawn, Ince Zangwill, who was holding a quill tightly and writing on notes, suddenly stopped.
One of his dark blue and almost black eyes was blind, and the only good eye reflected the quill that was shaking slightly all the time, resisting his control, and the brows that were already mixed together almost became a ball.
0-08 Stopped writing.
This was the first time that Ince Zangwill had known about this angel-level sealed artifact that existed during the Fourth Age and was notorious for taking pleasure in writing the tragedies of all living beings. It took the initiative to stop creating it.
Even when this sealed object was still behind the Chanis Gate, and Ince Zangwill needed to take it to escape from the secret control, this quill named after Alsuhod's bad quill never stopped.
What's interfering with 0-08?
Ince Zangwill raised his slightly pale palm up a little, letting the pen tip leave the note.
But before he could take the next step, 0-08, who had just been silent and stopped acting as if he had fallen into a logic circle, sank once again.
"Cline Moretti, who benefited from the followers of the True Creator and became Sequence Seven in one fell swoop, noticed the abnormality that happened around him recently. He shared his conjecture with Leonard Mitchell, who also had a secret. Er, you almost guessed the facts and truth through the wrong reasoning process."
"Oh, Ince Zangwill is such a poor and shallow author. If he had given all his trust to the great Alsuhod from the beginning, how could things have turned out like this?"
The highly activated sealed object blatantly mocked its collaborators, but Ince Zangwill, who was labeled "clumsy and shallow", could not think of competing with this damn sealed object at this time.
The cold atmosphere belonging to the "janitor" suddenly covered the lawn outside the house, and the original green was replaced by desolation and withering, as if it had suddenly gone from late summer to deep winter.
He stared at the classical quill pen in his hand, breathing deeply and slowly, suppressing all his thoughts and waiting for the next line of words to appear.
"But fortunately, although Klein Moretti and Leonard Mitchell guessed the existence of Ince Zangwill, they were limited by their knowledge and believed that Ince Zangwill used his spiritual body to appear in the world. Hidden interference, great Alsuhod remains safe..."
"Knowledge..." The nose bridge is high and the facial features are as deep as sculptures. On the face, the tight lips slowly raise a slight arc.
Ince Zangwill tied the quill to his waist with a chain, walked to the window, and looked at the red moon in the sky.
"It's always like this, you never learn to give your eyes and your light to mortals."
Knowledge drives people away. He lost the opportunity to gain divinity and embrace the night because of incomplete knowledge, and because of knowledge he found another path that could better prove himself.
Until now, the "Nighthawk" who could pose a threat to him has missed the opportunity due to his lack of knowledge.
In fact, they could have avoided these tragedies, but the coldness and meanness of the king in charge of the red moon and the dark night in the sky hurt too many people's hearts.
"Cline Moretti." Ince Zangwill murmured this name that made him see the shadow of his past. His figure drifted and disappeared among countless ghosts.
...
"Ince Zangwill, he is using his spirit to influence us!"
"We have to remind the captain." Leonard said and was about to walk in the door, but was pulled back by Klein.
"Where's the evidence?"
"Do you still need evidence?" Leonard smiled in surprise, "What we just talked about, there are no pure coincidences in mysticism, these are enough for us to be alert to a powerful Sequence Five enemy."
Klein looked around, dragged Leonard away from the gate of Maynard Mansion, and walked to the ornamental tree at the edge of the garden before saying:
"We haven't caught Tris and his accomplices yet. The Aurora Society and the Secret Order may still be hiding in Tingen, plotting the next conspiracy. The three official Beyonder teams seem to be much stronger in joint operations, but What if Ince Zangwill is included?"
"He stole a level 0 sealed item."
This... Leonard opened his mouth and found that his voice was unusually dry.
Klein reminded him that even if the last remaining monsters from the previous incident were killed, it did not mean that the cultists in the Southern Continent had given up on causing disasters.
Doesn't that "divineer" in the circus at the train station have anything to do with the Southern Continent?
"What's wrong?" Klein waved his hand in front of Leonard, wondering why the poet classmate suddenly fell silent.
The rickety figure wearing a felt hat flashed through his mind, and Leonard shook his head.
"It's nothing, I just think you're right. It's really not the right time to tell the captain about this now."
The noisy discussion came out of the door. At some point, a group of official Beyonders stood around the carriage of the police station and continued to argue over different opinions.
Looking at Old Neil holding an arm full of information, Leonard shook the thought out of his mind even more firmly.
"It's really not the right time right now."
...
"Now is not the time to have a conflict with a believer in the Creator."
The rippling silver mirror had a faint watery light. Ince Zangwill stood in Sharon Hoy's property on Olsner Street, and was aroused by Katarina's words behind the mirror.
"Cline Moretti was not part of the original plan, and he has already noticed my presence." The unique cold aura of the "janitor" forced Mrs. Sharon, who hurried back to the residence, into the corner of the room.
Ince Zangwill glanced at the big and small witches clinging to each other for warmth, and his tone became weaker.
"It's just a by-product of killing a ritual. I won't cause any unnecessary conflicts with the people of the Southern Continent."
The blurry figure in the mirror became much more solid, and Caterina Pelle said quietly:
"If you kill Trischik, who is also a Sequence Seven, do you think you will be on the Black Saint's blacklist?"
Although "Original" did not give much revelation about the variable of Klein Moretti, Catalina still smelled something unusual from the recent actions in the Southern Continent.
She was a demigod who was promoted in the turbulent era. She had an indelible and deeply rooted fear in her soul for Merlin Hermes, who was once the so-called Duke of the Solomon Empire and was actually equal to the "Black Emperor".
Perhaps telling the lie of the Seven Gods ten thousand times would deceive the world, and even deceive herself, but she never believed that the owl-headed god of death, who could force back the "original" existence with just his breath, would end so hastily.
We are all beings who are not recognized by the Seven Gods. We judge others by ourselves. It is not difficult for Catalina to think of what Klein Moretti may mean in the Church of the True Creator and the remnants of the "God of Mystery".
However, Ince Zangwill, who was only in his forties, obviously did not understand the good intentions of his "predecessors".
"Cline Moretti is a 'divineer', not a 'secret prayer'."
No god would choose an extraordinary person outside his own path and not adjacent to him as a vessel for divine descending to cultivate.
The waves on the silver mirror slowly converge, and the illusive and erratic figure becomes increasingly magnified, almost unable to be framed by the frame. It seems that an intoxicating and graceful figure will step out in the next moment.
But the shadow stopped at the last step, and it took a long time for Catalina on the other side of the mirror to say the next words.
"You can try."
The sequence one of the "audience" path represented by 0-08 is not "originally" necessary, and it is not originally part of the established transaction content.
Using things that did not belong to her and a Sequence Five that was not favored by the "original" in exchange for valuable information about that person, Catalina could only say that this was a perfect win-win, and she and the sect won twice.
...
The coincidence was like an invisible sword, cutting off all the clues that the three extraordinary teams had on the witch.
Taking into account the three consecutive days of non-stop surveillance, the captains saw that almost everyone except the "sleepless ones" were teetering on the cliff of their mental limits, so they had to adjust their plans and give the team members who were previously responsible for front-line tasks a half-day holiday. , used to adjust the status.
This is the disadvantage of Extraordinaries. Before there is a qualitative change, low-sequence Extraordinaries without talents in this area are not even as useful as some ordinary people.
After all, ordinary people don't have to worry about another spirit in the body that will replace them at any time and transform from a normal humanoid creature into an indescribable monster. Extraordinary people have to fight against the magic medicine in the body all the time, so the necessary rest and adjustment become something they cannot ignore. of a link.
In the early hours of the morning, Klein had the rare luxury of sitting in the spacious carriage of a hired carriage, nodding his head and adjusting his sitting posture from time to time to avoid falling in the carriage.
After finally relaxing, Klein's continuously tense nerves finally protested to his brain, rejecting all work that required thinking, leaving only the minimum for the "magician" to control his body's continued activities.
After such a drama, the witch who was almost exposed should not reappear in a short time. They need to rebuild the network of relationships radiated by their influence and re-screen the puppets... That is Mrs. Sharon, she really and the witch Doesn't it matter? Why did Baron Hoy look like that before he died?
If the person responsible for collecting the medium and the person doing the spell are not the same person...it hurts!
Klein suddenly woke up a lot. He covered his throbbing temples and grinned.
This... is really terrible. I haven't felt it just now. Even if the "divineer" path is not good at frontal combat, I remember that the "clown" and "magician" potions also have a body-strengthening part. It's just three I haven't slept for days. It was not as serious as it is now when I was at work...
Could it be that tonight's divination consumes too much of my energy?
Klein exhaled slowly and slowly relaxed against the compartment wall. As the meditation progressed, the severe pain in his temples also improved.
He restrained his thoughts that were always wanting to spread out, stopped himself from thinking, and calmed down his "hanging" heart.
After going back, drink some milk...Klein closed his eyes calmly.
But this simple thought was not over yet. The severe pain that had just been calmed down by meditation once again tormented Klein. The inspiration that was almost integrated with the senses sent out a weak signal. The flow of spirituality affected Klein's body, and he subconsciously made a move. evasive action.
Almost instantly, the green, almost transparent ghost revealed its true form, and its sharp claws with three fingers easily cut open the car seat cushion.
Reason screamed in his ears, but compared to the danger to his life, Klein decided without hesitation to squeeze out his nearly dry energy again, mobilized his spirituality and snapped his fingers.
Orange-red flames suddenly rose up, lighting up the green spirit body.
Enduring the intense pain of having his bones and heart ripped out, Klein used flame jumps one after another to retreat back to the way he came.
He knew very well who attacked him, so he had no choice but to flee to the east and meet up with the captain who was still there. net to save your life.
But everything cannot always go as one wishes.
On Ince Zangwill's robe, a classical quill lightly wrote a sentence, and Klein was sentenced to fate without even knowing it.
As written in the "script", the "Magician" made a mental mistake when he stepped on the edge of the cliff. The orange flame only burned halfway before suddenly extinguishing. Klein, who still maintained his running posture, jumped out of the air in embarrassment. He fell, hit the ground, and his spine made a crisp sound.
The cold wind howled by, and Ince Zangwill frowned slightly in displeasure as he watched Klein struggling on the ground, trying to take out a note from his pocket to transfer his injuries.
The bad luck written by 0-08 did not take away the fate of "Magician" as expected, which is not a good sign.
However, this feeling of complaint only existed for a moment, and he immediately made amends.
Blatantly summoning the "Gate of the Underworld" in the city is undoubtedly the stupidest choice, so Ince Zangwill chose the "Word of the Dead" with the least movement.
He opened his lips slightly, and the tone of the language with the same name as death suddenly rose as soon as he uttered a syllable, changing the target and hitting it in another direction.
Illusive black flames wrapped around the body surface, burning away the attacks against the beautiful-faced spirit body.
Out of his skillful fighting consciousness, Ince Zangwill almost immediately called for the spirit body to wrap around his body, and a cold palm covered his mouth and nose.
He looked at the "female" in front of him who was wearing a black robe, had a beautiful appearance, dark red blood flowing in her eyes, and an alluring temperament, and he couldn't help but have doubts.
Who is this guy who has a face that looks like a witch, a figure that looks a bit like a "hunter", and smells like blood, as if he has a blood feud with him?
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