Lord of the Mysteries

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"We are guardians, and we are a group of poor people who are always fighting against danger and madness."

Dunn’s words echoed in the house of Old Neil, echoing between the floor, walls and ceilings that showed signs of corrosion, echoing in Klein’s mind and mind.

There was never a moment before, which made him more impressive than the one he said now.

He feels that he may not forget this feeling in his life, even if he returns to Earth in the future.

In the almost solid atmosphere, Dunn walked toward the "corpse" of the old Neil, half-squatted, took out a white handkerchief from the upper side pocket of the black trench coat, covering the pair of dark red, crystal, painful On the eyeballs.

At this moment, Klein’s eyes saw the piano’s buttons stop their own jumps, and there was a nearly transparent figure.

This... Klein, who had opened the vision as early as the door, grabbed it.

He had never found this strange "spirit" before!

Was it interfered by the spirit of the old Neil or was it affected by his ability to get out of control? Klein looked at the invisible figure and quickly evaporated, completely disappearing into his own eyes, vaguely understand something.

In the feeling of heavy depression, he heard the captain telling:

"You look carefully at the home of Old Neal and look for clues that may exist."

"Okay." Klein had just been open for a few seconds, and it was so hoarse, so low, like a bad cold.

"Okay." Luo Yao answered with a voice.

Her voice is almost the same as me... Both nostrils are blocked... Klein looked at the female teammate who had never had any expression, as if she knew her for the first time.

He put the walking stick on the umbrella stand in the foyer, bypassed the seal "3-0611", walked into the living room with a heavy step, went up to the second floor, and looked for clues in one bedroom and one bedroom.

Old Neil will regularly hire short-term employees to clean up the room, so there is not a lot of bachelor-specific mess here, everything is neat and orderly, there seems to be a real hostess.

Half an hour later, Klein found some manuscripts on the bedroom of the old Neil's bedroom, which was cluttered with some strange and strange rituals:

"Life is smelting."

“The materials needed include: 100 ml of spring water of the Spring of the Elf (Ginquan Springs), 50 grams of star crystal, half a pound of gold, 5 grams of phlogiston, 30 grams of hematite... and a lot of living blood.”

Underneath the blood of the living, Old Neil commented:

“You can consider taking my own, saving it once and again, and saving it with ritual magic.”

I can consider taking my own... Klein closed his eyes and his fingers crumpled the draft.

............

At 9 am on Thursday, the moon, Rafael's cemetery.

Klein wore a black dress and shirt, holding a silver cane, and stood quietly in the corner of the cemetery.

In the position of his chest pocket, he had a neatly folded white handkerchief, and the palm of his hand held a deep sleepless flower.

At this time, Dunn, Frye, Leonard and Cohen Li carried the black coffin with the old Neil "corpse" step by step to the front of the tombstone, silently placed it in the dug grave.

Looking at the yellow-brown soil covered with a shovel and a shovel, wearing a long black dress and wearing a white flower, Roshan whispered:

"Who can tell me, is this true?"

"Why should I get out of control, why should I take the potion, why should I become a supernatural, why should I have a monster, why can't I have a safer way, why, why, why..."

Klein listened silently until the old Neil's coffin was covered in mud until his traces of existence were buried deep in the tomb.

"May the goddess bless you." He painted a blushing moon on his chest, then stepped forward and bent down to put the bunch of deep sleep flowers in his hand in front of the tombstone.

"May the goddess bless you." Dunn and Frye and others circled clockwise at the same time.

Klein looked up and straightened up and saw the black and white photo on the tombstone:

Old Neil wore his classic black bonnet, his bare hair was mottled, his eyes and mouth were wrinkled, and his dark red eyes were slightly cloudy.

He is so calm, no more sad, no more pain, no more fear.

The bottom of the photo is engraved with a line of epitaphs, which is from what Neil wrote in his recent diary:

"If you can't save her, go with her."

The breeze in the morning blew through, and the Raphael cemetery was cold, quiet and silently infecting everyone present.

............

At noon, Klein took the list signed by the captain and headed for the arsenal.

He pushed open the half-covered door and saw Bright, who had a thick black beard, sitting behind the table.

Klein clearly stunned and then handed over the claim form:

"Fifty ordinary bullets."

While talking, his eyes swept over the silver tin can on the table. The nose seemed to smell the fragrant hand-grown coffee, and the ears seemed to hear the words of implicit smile:

“Why can you wait until you have extra money to go? You can write to apply for Dunn and let him approve the fee!”

......

Brett glanced at Kline's expression and sighed:

"I can guess your feelings. I can't believe that Neil left us like this. Sometimes I feel that this may be a dream created by the captain."

"This may be the fate of many nights." Klein smiled back.

After this incident, he had a lot of disappointment and resentment against the top of the church who concealed the "playing the law."

"I hope that such tragedies are getting less and less. May the goddess bless you." Brett painted a red moon on his chest, took the application form, and got up and walked into the rear arsenal.

............

boom! boom! boom!

The smell of gunpowder pervaded the surroundings, and Klein vented the target in front of him until the brass bullets were consumed, and he packed himself and took the trackless public carriage to the home of the fighting teacher, Gao Wen.

He practiced one group after another in a self-abuse manner until he was stopped by Gao Wen.

"Fighting practice is not to hurt yourself." Gao Wen stared at Klein with a slightly dark, dark green eyelid, said Shen Sheng.

"Sorry, teacher, I am not very good today." Klein gave a sigh of relief and explained a little.

"What happened?" Gao Wenping asked in vain.

Klein thought about it and replied briefly:

"I have a friend who died suddenly."

Gao Wen was silent for a few seconds, raised his hand and touched the golden horns that began to mottle, and said in a tone:

“I have lost 325 friends in five minutes, and at least 10 of them are the ones that can give the back to each other.”

Klein sighed in vain: "This is the cruelty of war."

Gao Wen glanced at him and suddenly laughed at himself:

"The cruelest thing is that I can never avenge them. I can't fulfill their wishes. There is no way."

"And you, there is such an opportunity, although I don't understand what happened, but I know that you are still young, you still have a lot of opportunities."

Klein silently took a moment and suddenly took a breath and started the spirit:

"Thank you, teacher."

Gao Wen gently decapitated and said nothing:

"A rest for 10 minutes, then redo the previous exercises to ten groups."

"..." Klein didn't know what to use to deal with it.

............

On Friday morning, the night entertainment room.

Klein, Siga Thorn and Frye were sitting around the round table, but they didn't play cards. One read the newspaper and turned the magazine, one looked at the window outside the belly, and one took the pen and wanted to write something, but it was delayed. It falls on the paper.

The room was so quiet, no one spoke, no one was joking, and the atmosphere was almost condensed.

Calling... Klein breathed a sigh of relief and laid down the newspaper, intending to focus on reading the various materials.

At this time, Dunn Smith knocked in and looked around:

"Klein, come out."

whats the matter? Klein stood up with some premonition and followed the entertainment room.

Deng Enli went to the ladder to the bottom of the earth and turned to look at him:

"The people of the church are coming."

Who is testing me? Klein’s spirit is tense.