Lord of the Mysteries

Vol 2 Chapter 11: Metaphysical detective

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The dimly lit room was covered with a thin layer of light red moon yarn, and everything was indistinct and not clear enough.

The three men in black jackets were sleeping in different places, and on the small sofas, Klein was half-melted in the dark and closed his eyes, and seemed to have entered a deep sleep.

His dreams are gray and twisted worlds, sometimes flashing brilliance.

In the end, these brilliances became 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 dense gray rats.

The man's lips were smashed in half, revealing slightly yellow teeth and rotten gums. His nose was only bloody, mixed with short hairs, and the flesh and blood on his face disappeared, clearly showing the forest. White bones, white, obese mites drilled and drilled everywhere, constantly squirming, and the position of the throat seemed to be bitten by a beast, missing at least half.

Klein barely recognized that it was Zerrell Victor Lee, and the mature and handsome look he and Ian had in black and white could not be equated.

Zerell is already 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 at the blushing moon outside the window, Klein thought for ten seconds and decided to try psychic and psychic to the black man next to the sofa.

- The corresponding "Amanda" pure dew and "Eye of the Eyes" potion, he has prepared a bottle in the preparation of the previous few days, as for the tranquil potion, Klein does not need, he can be in others Keep calm and rational when invading dreams and forcing psychics.

After arranging a simple altar and letting the quiet and peaceful fragrance spread out, creating a half-awake state, Klein prayed to himself, "a fool who does not belong to this era."

Then he entered the fog and responded with more than two-thirds of the spirituality.

"When I am promoted to Sequence 7, similar prayers should be like the summoning and sacrifice rituals, slightly inciting the power of the mysterious space above the fog..." Looking around, Klein made a rough judgment and quickly returned. real world.

He passed through the starry sky and the chaotic and noisy thinking storm, entered the mental level of the target man, and saw the illusory figure floating in the air.

"Who sent you to Zerrell's house?" Klein glanced, and asked in a deep voice.

The man’s vain eyes replied innocently:

"Merso, Mersault sent me to wait for a boy named Ian."

The light and shadow in his spiritual world changed, presenting a man with a lean, fine-skinned complexion, the leader of the group that Cline had encountered on the steam subway to catch up with Ian.

Sure enough, he... Klein consumed too much spirituality in response to the petition. At this time, he began to feel tired and busy and asked:

"Who is instructing Mersault?"

"I don't know... He is the 'inmate of the Zhemage Party', no one can instruct him, except the boss." The man said awkwardly.

Zmang... The word corresponding to the "warrior" in the plateau language... Klein's head of the pseudo-historian true mystician suddenly sighed, and the body involuntarily flew away from the storm of thought.

It didn't take long for him to get out of psychic state, only to feel his head twitching empty.

He did not rush to leave, methodically packed up the materials and short brown hair, opened the window of the convex window, let the cold night wind blow in, dispelling the taste of "Amanda" pure dew and "Eye of the Eyes" potion .

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

When Zerrell's bedroom was restored to his previous state, he took a slap in the face of the three men who were still asleep.

Straight up, Klein wears gloves, jumps and jumps agilely to the outside of the belly window, and on the toes, standing firmly in an unusually small space.

He lifted the vertical bolt up, blocked it with a tarot card, and used the "clown" ability to feel the details and adjust the balance.

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

brush!

He first 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.

Dangdang! 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, no longer delay, and jumped directly to the street.

The height of the second floor will not be a little dangerous for him now, but he will not be able to remain silent when he landed, and it will create a movement that is not obvious.

Klein quickly left nearby and left Rose Street, but did not take the rental carriage back to Minsk Street in Jowood.

He turned a few turns and headed for the immediate east.

On a cold night, the wind slammed into the bones. Klein shuddered and decided to add a sweater to the next move. 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 Bakerland East by instinct.

There are very few gas lamps here, so you can see them one or two far away. If the black clouds have not covered the red moon tonight, Klein believes that many road sections will be dark to the point.

Walking and walking, he suddenly saw a pair of eyes in the deep darkness in front, and a figure of a ball was highlighted.

They swayed from the blurry distance, silent, silent.

Living corpse? Klein slammed, and the detective held the "Requiem of the Soul" and the Tarot card, and quickly opened the vision.

He saw the color of the unhealthy and weak air field, and also saw the appearance of that figure.

These are living people, normal living people, but the expression is numb, the eyes are empty, the movement is weak, there are men and women.

Almost in the early hours of the morning, how did they walk on the street... Klein was puzzled and leaned to the side, crossed the group from the street, but soon he met the second wave, the third wave, the same There is pain in numbness.

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 groaned, and the words corresponding to the "poor law" appeared in his mind, and he understood what was going on.

He has had the same experience himself.

C... Klein took a breath and stepped up to go to his one-bedroom house in Black Palm Street in the Eastern District.

There, he slept for two hours, initially recovered his spirituality, and then went out again, folding the withered branches as a "bark."

"The location of Zerrell's body."

......

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

- After the plague 12 years ago, the Kingdom of Lun gradually established an advanced sewer system in the capital, surpassing the "Russell legacy" of the Intis Republic.

Removing the lid, Klein held his breath and climbed down the vertical metal ladder.

Because it is not a special clothing, no pockets, no too many items, he abandoned the "Crag oil" learned from Frye, refreshing the odor of "Krag's oil", this time Repent in the field.

After ten seconds, 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 dense spiritual light and the color of the gas field.

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

This is exactly the same as the picture he saw in the dream divination.

squeak!

The gray, densely packed mice fled, but some remained in place, refused to leave, and could not bear food.

After confirming that it was Zeerel, Klein quickly set up a psychic ritual with only hesitation.

Um... If Ian’s description is okay, Zerrell’s death will be a few days, and “Psychic” should be able to harvest certain, superficial information... He thought confidently.

Hey!

As the wind swirled, with the establishment of the spiritual wall, the mice all fled, and Klein performed the ceremony step by step, as before.

"The death of Zerell."

......

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

However, in the foggy and illusory world, nothing was presented.

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

"Psychic failure..."

“Someone ‘handled’ the spirit of Zerell...”

"This thing has extraordinary people to participate in."

"Disguised as a zerel, let a detective fail to see it, and prove it 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.