Lord of the Mysteries

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Klein, who was hiding in the shadow of a house dozens of meters away, looked at the target building in the darkness and faintly heard a violent wind, clearly discerning the gunshots of the ping-pong.

"If the enemy fled to my place, should I pull the gun to look like it, or pretend not to see it?" He shuddered slightly, his palms sweating and thinking.

The extraordinary person who can shorten the life of the dead by various means is absolutely impossible to have only sequence 9 or sequence 8. It is not that his diviner can face each other. Even if he sacrifices himself, he may not be able to delay the other party, for Dunn and Renner. They create opportunities to catch up.

Fortunately, the night goddess who is in charge of the embarrassment seems to have heard the prayer of his "faithful" guards, and no one has ever fled to the position where Klein was hiding.

After a few minutes, he heard the flying songs from the target building.

Side by side, carefully discerning, Klein confirmed that this is the folklore of Leonard Mitchell, which is full of vulgar statements.

He sighed, holding a gun, a cane, coming out of the shadows and moving closer to the target building.

This folk minor tune is exactly the agreement between him and Dunn and others!

Just two steps, Klein suddenly paused, leaning his cane against the iron fence next to him and turning his left hand.

Then he untied the silver chain inside the cuff and let the citrine pendant fall naturally.

Exchanging the position of the revolver and the pendulum, Klein waited until the citrine was shaking smoothly, and immediately closed his eyes halfway, entered the state of meditation, and silently recited the divination statement:

"The song just now is an illusion."

"The song just now is an illusion."

......

After seven times, he opened his eyes and saw the pendant turn counterclockwise.

"It's not an illusion..." Klein put his heart back in place, slammed the spirit, put on his cane, and quickly approached the arched iron fence gate of the target building, and then handed the silver-plated black cane to the right palm. I was taken with the left wheel.

He just reached out and touched the railing, trying to push it away, and suddenly felt the bitter coolness coming in, like an ice cube that was stuffed with a neck without any mental preparation.

hiss! Klein jerked his hand and licked his mouth.

"It's the same as winter..." He stared at the faint starlight and the distant streetlights, looking out to the garden behind the iron fence gate, seeing the branches withered, the flowers withered, and many leaves stained with hoarfrost on dark brown soil. Above.

Amazing! Klein secretly sighed, and he slammed his eyebrows twice and opened his mind.

He took the silver-plated black wooden rod in his left hand and used it against the fence, pushing the open door.

In the sound of the hustle and bustle, he passed sideways and embarked on a stone road that went straight to the gray-blue building. On both sides, plants were hidden in the darkness like ghosts.

This kind of picture makes Klein think of all kinds of ghost stories and ghost movies.

He subconsciously slowed down his breathing and speeded up his steps. He just walked a few meters and was shot by the left shoulder.

噗通!噗通! Klein’s heart was first stagnation and then violently beaten.

He raised his right hand, aimed at that direction with the revolver, then slowly turned and looked over.

In the faint light, he saw a branch swaying and almost falling.

"Does this scare yourself?" Klein twitched his mouth and waved his cane to knock the branch down.

He continued to move forward, and there was a crying, sorrowful sound in the ear, and a transparent, fuzzy, near-invisible "shadow" was also reflected in the eyes.

These shadows feel the breath of the living and the warmth of flesh and blood, and they have come over.

Klein was shocked and immediately ran up and rushed into the main entrance of the gray-blue house.

This is the feeling atmosphere that the captain said? It’s really more horrible than helping Sir Deville... The resentment is obviously more rigid than the “shadow”, and there is no active attack... He wants to go to the altar in the center of the living room, which is a round table filled with Rough puppets, and three extinguished candles.

Dunn Smith is standing in front of the altar, facing Klein, a puppet and a puppet to pick up and watch.

"The corpse" Frye quietly watched the floating "shadows" and tried to reach out to appease them, but they could only pass through weakly, and the "shadows" did not attack him. It seemed to treat him as a kind .

Leonard Mitchell saw Klein arrive, the tone changed, and the voice became low and magnetic:

“This is a quiet morning,”

"It is suitable for the more peaceful sorrow."

"Only heard through the withered autumn leaves"

"The sound of the chestnuts gently landing." (Note 1)

......

In this quiet and soft poetry sing, Klein seemed to see a lake reflecting the moonlight and saw the red moon hanging quietly at high altitude.

Those "shadows" calmed down, no longer chasing the breath of the living and the warmth of flesh and blood.

Dunn put down the puppet in his hand and turned back to Klein:

"This is a terrible curse ceremony. Fortunately, we have destroyed it."

“You first arrange the rituals, appease the remaining spirituality, and then try to psychic to see if you can get clues from them.”

Knowing that he is no longer cumbersome, Klein immediately raised his head and said:

"Yes, captain."

He arrived at the altar two or three steps and reached out to sweep the puppets out of the round table.

At this time, the corner of his eye has a different name and corresponding information on each puppet.

"Captain, do you find someone you know?" Klein asked casually.

After asking, he looked at Dunn, and Dunn looked at him again, and both sides fell silent.

I am stupid... How can I ask questions about the memory of the captain! Klein almost covered his face and sighed.

In exchange for other leaders, I will definitely look for opportunities to wear small shoes for me. Fortunately, fortunately, the captain will forget this matter... I really don’t know if this is an advantage, or a shortcoming... He is half lucky and half-hearted. Thinking about it.

After a dozen or so seconds, Dunn seems to finally understand the reality and the dream, and said:

"There is someone you know."

"Who?" Klein stopped the action of repositioning the candle.

"Joyce Meyer, the survivor of the nickname tragedy." Dunn replied succinctly.

Joyce Mayer? Anna's fiancé... Klein thinks that Sols, who is in the almshouse, seems to have been instructed to be instructed, and will break out in advance and try to set fire.

He retracted his right hand and said:

"‘Teacher’ Tries?”

"He used the life of the dead to be sacrificed, trying to curse all the survivors of the 'nickname tragedy'? Because he didn't know who discovered the problem, reported the police..."

If Tries directly retaliates, it is unlikely that he will be able to get rid of all the targets scattered in different places at one time. After two or three cases, he will be noticed by the night servants, the punishers and the mechanical heart. The opportunity to continue to commit crimes... Klein almost filled out the idea of ​​why the other side chose so.

Dunn first nodded and then shook his head:

"Not all survivors, all survivors of Tingen, his curse can only affect the people in this range."

"In addition, the host of the ceremony is a woman, not a tris."

Klein frowned slightly:

"Maybe the spirit will be sent to help Tries's strong?"

"Well, the source of the Gnosis may involve the witch sect, and the strong is a woman is normal."

Dunn smiled and said with awkward voice: "I agree with your judgment. Although there is only that woman, there is no Tries, but you can make the necessary guesses. For example, they don't live together. For example, Tries is going out. Look for people who will die."

Klein didn't say more, placed three candles, took out the full moon oil and deep red sandalwood and other materials, and quickly arranged the altar.

Using the silver enamel to create a sealed wall, he began to pray to the "night goddess, sleeping and silent lord", completely calming the "ghost" inside and outside the house.

It is a pity that in the follow-up psychic, Klein only saw a small number of pictures of the remaining spiritual life, and did not get useful clues.

After letting these "ghosts" really sleep in the darkness, he ended the ceremony, lifted the wall of spirituality, and shook his head to Dunn, Leonard and Frye:

"The anti-phasic that was interrupted by the ceremony was severely damaged, and the image of the owner's remains was lost."

Dunn did not accidentally point to the stairway:

"Then we go to the second floor and look for it again."

"Yeah." Klein and Leonard and others immediately agreed.

The three night-timers walked up the stairs and went all the way to the second floor, searching each room separately.

In the end, they would meet in a bedroom with a fragrant floating, seeing the messy skirts and seeing the unfolded boxes one by one.

“Is this a cosmetic?” Dunn picked up a box from the dressing table and smelled it.

"Accurately, it is called skin care products. Since Russell the Great, they are no longer mixed." Leonard smiled and corrected. "Captain, as a gentleman, the necessary common sense still needs to be understood. ”

Klein did not join their discussion and turned his attention to the mirror on the dresser.

This mirror showed obvious cracking and debris fell on the carpet.

"The extraordinary person is a little in a hurry, and the destruction is not thorough enough..." He suddenly said in a deep voice, "Maybe you can give it a try."

"Give it to you." Dunn replied with confidence.

Klein quickly took the candle up from the first floor and lit it in front of the broken mirror.

The dim candlelight swayed, and he took out the full moon oil and other items to create a spiritual wall.

After doing all this, Klein stood in front of the mirror reflecting the three candles and mourning in Hermes:

"I pray for the power of the night;"

"I pray for hidden power;"

"I pray for the goddess' care;"

“Pray for a brief restoration of this mirror, praying for it to present everyone who has been photographed in the past month.”

......

As the sentence of the mantra was pronounced, a strong whirlwind suddenly burst into the wall of spirituality.

The fragments of the mirror were rolled up and the pieces were placed in their original positions.

The cracked mirror floated into the dark brilliance, and as Klein handed it over, it immediately reflected a figure, but not in front of it.

This is a young girl with a round face and a gentle and gentle face. Perhaps it is because the mirror has been damaged. It may be that the reversal of the ritual disruption also affects the second floor. Her facial features are rather vague and she cannot see the specific appearance.

Even so, Klein still feels that the other party is inexplicably familiar.

Note 1: Quoted from, Tennyson, "The Collection of the Anniversary", "This is a quiet morning", flying white, translated.