Lord of the Mysteries

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"Please come in."

The mellow and awkward voice of Dunn Smith came out.

Klein twisted the handle and pushed open the door. He saw the captain enjoying breakfast. On his right hand side was a richly scented coffee with white bread, toast and bacon on the plate.

Dunn put the toast of the butter in the mouth and silently pointed to the chair opposite the desk.

Klein didn't bother the captain to dine, smiled, sat down and waited patiently.

Seeing him was not anxious, Dunn relaxed his straight back, took the coffee, took a sip, and swallowed all the food in his mouth into the stomach.

He pulled out a soft tissue and wiped his mouth.

"What's matter?"

Klein nodded seriously:

"I have seen Dust Goodlin, the madhouse doctor, a member of the psychological alchemy."

While talking, the corner of his eye swept away and found a magazine spread out in front of the captain.

"What information does he provide?" Dunn asked with both hands and asked.

Klein briefly described: "He told me that before Hood Eugen was mad, there were people who visited him frequently. That person is called Lalus."

"Lalhous..." Dunn raised his hand and slammed his forehead. "I seem to have heard it..."

"It’s the fraudster who has taken away at least 10,000 gold pounds," Kline reminded.

Dunn thought with a serious look and shook his head and said that he had no impression.

Captain, you are not sensitive to money! Klein whispered a whisper, focusing on the things related to Lalhous:

“The frauder lied to explore and purchase a high-quality iron ore mine, and raised funds in Tingen City privately, and took away more than 10,000 gold pounds. I know one at the Divination Club. The friend suffered a loss. In addition, another girl was deceived to be engaged with him and pregnant with his child."

"He has visited Hood Eugen before he went crazy several times..." Dunn said with a sigh of relief. "The extraordinary person of the sequence 8 is the scamer? The thief is the way..."

Captain, it’s good to remember on similar things... Kline’s funny smile, nodded lightly:

"This is my guess."

"Because the steel company set up by Lalhous is in the Southern District, the deceivers have various beliefs, so this matter was not transferred to us at the end. Even if the police department found some extraordinary traces, it was also handed over to the 'Careers' team. ""

Dunn finally understood the truth of the matter, looking at Klein Road with a faint ash:

"What do you want to do?"

Cough, captain, don't be so keen... Klein replied seriously:

"I want to use the psychic ritual and Hood Eugen to find out what Lairus is looking for and find out if this is the direct cause of his madness."

Dunn said slightly:

"Even if you don't apply, wait until Hood Eugen is really crazy, I will make a similar attempt."

"However, Dai Li told me that there is no small risk in this kind of thing. Are you sure you are sure? Or, I am applying for assistance from the Beckland Parish. There should be no problem for a few days."

The main driving force behind Klein's becoming an extraordinary person is to study occultism, find a way to go home, have the opportunity to practice, and have strong self-confidence. He naturally does not want to give up:

"Captain, I have mastered this knowledge and I have some certainty about it."

"Of course, I need the help of Amanda's Pure Dew, the Eye of the Eyes, and the 'Physical Agent'."

"Quiet Pharmacy..." Dunn chewed the name and confirmed Klein's professionalism.

He remembers that Dai Li said that this is a relatively uncommon but very useful potion in the psychic field.

After pondering for a dozen seconds, Dunn Smith rested on the back of the chair:

"Then you write an application and get the corresponding potion after going to the Chanis Gate. The amount... I don't know if there is any finished potion. If not, I will receive the corresponding materials and mix the refining."

"Okay," Klein replied with delight.

But he didn't get up and he sat firmly in his chair.

When Dunn saw it, he raised his hand and licked the forehead. He thought carefully:

"In the afternoon, it’s my turn to monitor the madhouse... We can’t go directly to Hood Eugen. No one knows whether the doctors, nurses, handymen and patients in the madhouse still have members of the psychological alchemy. No one is hiding. Knowing whether the psychological alchemy club is also monitoring Hood Eugen in the dark, our actions must be sufficiently secretive to not reveal that Dust Guderian has become a matter of our informants."

"...we go in the early hours of the morning and secretly sneak in."

"Well, I will stay by the side and be prepared for accidents."

So much the better! If Hood Eugen is just a fake madness, I use a psychic ritual on him. It doesn't mean turning into the zoo and dancing in front of the tiger... Klein puts down his heart and sincerely says:

"Yes, captain!"

He stood up and turned to the door.

At this moment, the corner of his magazine was swept away by the head of the magazine in front of the captain:

“Doningsman sap in the rainforests of the South China Sea has an obvious effect on promoting hair growth.”

Klein reluctantly regained his gaze and pulled the door out of the captain’s office.

Suddenly, he flashed a fun idea:

In fact, the extraordinary person does not have to be so troublesome. If the old Neil is still there, he will probably suggest designing a ritual magic to give birth to the goddess for assistance. As for whether or not the body will be covered with hair and become a curl, it is another. The question is... And what will the goddess react to? Change it to me, I will definitely say: MMP...

This idea suddenly made Klein's happiness sorrowful, and sadness filled with comics.

He entered the civilian staff office and sat down in front of the Axon 1346 mechanical typewriter.

When Dunn Smith signed the stamp, he took the application and went deep into the aisle, along the aisle of the gas light, step by step to the Chanis Gate.

Until this time, Klein thought of a problem:

This will be his first time after entering the mysterious gate!

"I don't know what it will look like after the door..." He implicitly expected to speed up his steps and came to the front of the black iron gate that looked up and looked up.

The application was first handed over to Sika Thorn, who is here today, and Klein took back a signed document. He rang the Chanis Gate and felt that the echo was empty and far away.

Waiting for a few tens of seconds, he did not hear the footsteps, and saw the open door with the inscription of the seven dark sacred emblems open and squeaking.

The Chanis Gate was so open that it could only be stopped by one person, and Klein saw the nearby scene with the light of the gas lamps on either side of the corridor.

Behind the door stood an old man with deep wrinkles and thin hair. He wore a black classical robe and carried a horse lantern.

The dim light of the candlelight shines through the glass, and the face of the old man with no expression is staggered, and his light blue eyes seem to freeze the ice of the millennium.

"File." He hoarse and spit out a word.

Klein saw the old man, because at the end of the twilight, he and his companions would come out of the Chanis Gate and pass through the duty room and turn to the Church of St. Serena.

They are old-time night-timers, volunteer internal watchers.

According to Klein, there are five such guards.

"This is my application." He handed the documents in his hand to the old man in front of him.

The internal keeper with a pair of light blue eyes raised the lantern and carefully read it again. After confirming it, he retreated to the side and let Klein pass.

Klein slowly entered the Chanis Gate, and before he could look around, he felt an indescribably cold.

This is not the coldness of winter, but the coldness that makes people feel trembling.

Looking up, Klein saw a candlestick on the wall and saw a silver candle with a pattern carved on it, and the flames they burned showed a blue color without shaking.

Oops!

The watchman closed the Chanis Gate and became extremely quiet around.

Klein was in front of a wide aisle, paved with old slate aisles.

There are a fan door on both sides of the aisle, which are marked with the words “material”, “syrup” and “data”.

At the end of the aisle, there is a step down, which extends into the darkness, as if it is leading to the abyss.

There should be different seals for different seals, which are said to be divided into several layers... I don’t know which layer of St. Serena’s ashes is placed... Kline just adapted to the brightness behind the door and suddenly felt invisible in the air. Things are scraping through their skin, one by one, and cold into the bones.

He shuddered and couldn't help but open the vision.

Then he saw the surroundings and saw the entire Chanis Gate, filled with a black thin line, they swayed gently, sometimes holding a group, sometimes extending, dense, without leaving a blank.

This... This is the seal behind the Chanis Gate? Klein nodded invisibly, converging his thoughts, and followed the keeper into a "drug room" behind a thick stone gate.

Soon, he found the "Amanda" pure dew, the "Eye of the Eyes" potion and the "quiet potion" based on the initials.

The first two he had seen, the latter was the first contact, I saw the translucent glass vial, the blue liquid was gently swaying, just to see, it seems to return to the mother's arms.

The label also bears a label indicating the date of manufacture and the prompts that are valid for half a year.

Fortunately, I can use... Klein to take up three small bottles of potion and leave the Chanis Gate with the caretaker, out of the feeling of being so cold to the depths of the soul, out of the strangeness swept by a black line. Experience.

When the Chanis Gate closed, he couldn’t help but look back and shouted:

"Long looking forward to it, regardless of the body or the soul, will it be affected?"

"No wonder the watchers must volunteer..."

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

In the early hours of the morning, Klein locked the bedroom in a special way, pushed open the window of the belly window and jumped to the bottom.

The height of the second floor is not in the slightest danger to him. He stands still and does not shake.

The carriage of the night team has stopped opposite and is waiting for him.

Without unnecessary exchanges, Klein quickly arrived at the madhouse in Tingen City in the North District. Upon prompting, he walked around the corner of the wall without a streetlight and saw Dunn Smith waiting there.

"Let's go in." Dunn sighed softly. "I have confirmed that there are no people nearby."

"Okay." Klein stepped closer.

Go in... As a "clown", enter the madhouse... This always reminds me of a famous saying: just like going home... he tweeted himself.

Followed by, he followed Dunn, using some of the bulges on the wall, lightly and quickly turned into the madhouse, agile and balanced.

Dunn looked back and gently nodded and expressed his approval.

The two men lie low back, from the shadows and secluded places through the lawn and the event square, into the three-story building of the madhouse, to the Hood Eugen room somewhere on the top floor.

Because Hood Eugen had a certain aggressiveness after being crazy, he was arranged in a single room, and the monitoring of the night time was not in vain, and he had already copied a key.

Click!

In the slight opening of the door, Dunn first entered, and Klein's gaze crossed his figure and saw a man sitting on the bed.

Hood. Eugen's face is long and thin, his eyes are deep, and his pale yellow hair is messy.

He was looking at the window with iron railings with gray-blue eyes and looking at the blushing moon outside.

Klein closed the door and smiled and asked at random:

"How can I still not sleep?"

Dunn stunned and immediately thought that the other party is now the "clown" of the sequence 8, so he kept silent and retreated to the corner.

Hood Eugen turned his head and looked at Klein, silly and joking:

"I am waiting for my cake."