Lord of the Mysteries

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Against the wall, looking at the darkness across the corridor, Klein instinctively held his breath.

What is the captain doing? What happened to the captain? Is he drinking blood? Did he appear to be out of control? One by one, the idea is emerging, and his mind is in a mess, and there is no way to think effectively.

After a dozen seconds, Klein bit his lower teeth and used the "clown" to control the body, silently moving to the stairs.

Then he deliberately stepped up and walked back, once again at the door of Mrs. Shelen’s bedroom.

Looking into the line of sight, Klein saw the captain standing there, wrapped in a black cloth layer of the seal "3 - 0271", the expression was condensed, the ash was quiet, and the face was clean.

What he saw just now seems to be just an illusion.

After the corner of his eye was swept away, Klein saw that Cohenri’s body had nothing new, and it was still the same.

He secretly took a breath and asked:

"Captain, how can I confirm whether the servants are in sleep state? It seems that it is impossible to judge accurately by the visual vision. They will have different emotional reactions due to dreaming and present corresponding colors."

Dunn Smith took the "Psychic's Mirror" and silenced for a few seconds. The voice said hoarsely:

"Sorry, I forgot, I made too many mistakes tonight."

"You don't have to check, I will confirm."

He raised one hand, held his eyebrows, and closed his eyes, letting the invisible ripples of the circle and the circle ripple into other rooms, swaying to the first floor.

Whether you fall asleep or not, it is clearly visible in front of the "nightmare."

Klein looked at the scene and slowly lowered his eyes and bit the inner side of his lips.

Captain, you just really want to open me...

What are you doing, do you know what you are doing...

He jerked his head and looked at the window. He saw that the blushing moon was hung high and it seemed that it had not changed for thousands of years.

After a period of calm, Klein took cover of items such as tarot cards, revolvers, and half-high silk hats, and carefully examined the bodies of Mrs. Cohen and Mrs.

They stayed the same when they died, the skin became paler than the average person, with a little bruising.

It’s a bit strange, they seem to be missing something...not a specific thing, but a feeling... Klein silently said that the cool breeze blowing from the broken window made his hair erect.

At this time, Dunn opened his eyes and said:

"It's still sleeping, but there are just a few close to wake up."

"That's fine, that's fine..." Klein looked at the captain and didn't know what he was answering.

Dunn looked around in a circle:

"You deal with the items on the spot, and then go to the nearest police station to find someone, um, by the way, take a trip to Zouteland Street and let Frye help."

Klein looked at the captain with a deep glance.

"Ok."

With the help of Dunn, he quickly handled the scene and left the main entrance to leave Mrs. Shelen’s house.

Going through the garden and coming outside, Klein couldn't help but look back and saw that the small building was still quiet in the darkness, with no light.

He turned heavily and, based on the impression, quickly found the nearest police station - this is the common sense that every night must remember.

When Dangdang, Klein rang the iron gate.

Not long after, the police at night took the lantern, crossed the small courtyard, opened the door, and questioned:

"What's matter?"

Klein couldn't squeeze any expression, calmed his face, took out his own documents, and opened the show in front of the policeman:

"There was a serious murder at 15 Orsna Street. You immediately called your companion to help!"

The policeman raised the lantern and looked at the documents carefully. Then he closed his legs and raised his hand to ritual:

"Yes, sir!"

Handling this matter, Klein took the rental carriage back to Zouteland Street.

All the way, he was sitting in the dark carriage, his thoughts were messy and divergent:

Cohen is dead...

I remember that he was just engaged... his parents are still alive...

What the captain was doing just now...

Is he eager for blood...

Or, there are other purposes...

His memory is still so bad, and there is no obvious improvement. This shows that he has no early signs of losing control!

However, he knows that "playing the law" has been around for a while, and whether the lack of improvement in memory also indicates that there are some problems in the dark...

Do not! It must be that the captain is still groping for the "nightmare" how to play!

... Yes, one of the important reasons for the death of Cohenri is the seal "3 - 0271", which the captain handed over to him...

What am I thinking! This was an inevitable choice at the time!

... is also the captain’s proposed use of the seal "3-0271"...

Calm down, calm down, don't think about it, don't wait, lest the situation worsen!

Wait, send a letter to Ms. Dai Li to see if she knows what this situation represents. Even if she does not know the specific answer, she will certainly understand the dangers involved and inform the church in time...

This should kill the problem in the cradle and let the captain return to normal!

No, the captain does not necessarily have a problem, maybe it is something I misunderstood, see what Ms. Dai Li said...

......

When the rental carriage arrived at No. 36 Zouteland Street, Klein had already thought about the countermeasures and made a decision. He was no longer confused and confused.

He climbed the stairs and climbed heavily to the door of the Black Thorns Security Company. He took out the key and opened the door.

The familiar arrangement and familiar scenes make his mood a lot more stable, just like every time he has something to look for the captain.

Taking a breath, Klein came to the night entertainment room and saw that Frye was reading books alone under the light of the gas.

He looked sideways at Klein, and his cold, gloomy face showed obvious concern and tension:

"What happened?"

"Captain and Cohenri?"

Klein replied in a low voice:

"Cohenri is dead, dead in the hands of Mrs. Shelen, we all made a mistake..."

"The captain is there to keep the scene and let you help in the past."

Before departure, Dunn confessed to Frye about the specific situation and told him that if they could not return within two hours, they would immediately take a telegram to the church. Similarly, because they wanted to apply for the seal "3-0271", To enter the Chanis Gate at night, so the Loyal of the rotating guard room is also clear about what they are going to perform - according to the internal regulations of the night, to open the Chanis Gate at night, you must get permission from the captain, if the captain is Can only be entered by the captain.

Frye sighed, sighed low and drew a red moon on his chest.

He put on his coat, put on his hat, and walked toward the door. When he passed by Klein, he whispered:

"You don't need to blame yourself, making mistakes is something you can never avoid."

"We always believe in teammates."

"Well..." Klein closed his eyes and his eyes seemed to be blurred.

He and Frye first went to the bottom of the ground, told Lorraine, then locked the door of the Black Thorns Security Company and rushed to the home of Mrs. Shelen at Olsna Street.

By the time they moved back to Cohenri’s body and Mrs. Shelen’s corpse with half a head missing, the time had passed.

Dunn, wearing a black thin trench coat, stood at the door of the "mortem room" and looked at it silently. For a long time, he turned his head to Klein:

"You go home first. You have just experienced a fierce battle and you are definitely very tired."

"Okay." Klein did not deny.

He grinned and looked at the captain, quietly left the Black Thorns Security Company, and took the rental carriage back to Daffodil Street.

Like the last process, he easily entered his bedroom and really locked the door.

Taking out the ceremony, the Kyrgyzstan created a spiritual wall that blocked the room, then sat at the desk, spread the paper, lifted the pen, and eagerly wrote:

"Mrs. Dai Li, Dear:"

"I found that the captain had something wrong recently. He was quiet in the mission..."

Written here, Klein suddenly stopped the pen, his head was blank, I don't know how to pick it up later, how to describe it.

Snapped!

He violently dropped the pen, grabbed the paper in front of him, smashed it into a ball, and then slammed the table.

The sly voice echoed, and Klein closed his eyes and reached for his face. For a long time, there was no movement, just like a statue.

After five minutes of this, he sighed, lowered his right hand, ignited the waste paper just now, and watched it turn into ashes and landed in the trash can.

Organized the idea, Klein spread out new papers, rewriting and rewriting:

"Mrs. Dai Li, Dear:"

"We just ended a mission and lost a teammate in grief. The specific situation is this..."

"...At the time, I thought that my current level of vision could not confirm whether the servants were asleep, and the divination was very troublesome, so I went back and planned to ask the captain. At this time, I saw the captain in the mirror and saw the captain for a long while. Beside the body of Cohenri, there is dark red blood around his mouth."

"I don't know what happened, I don't know what the captain is in. I hope you can give me the answer."

......

After writing, Klein read it over and over, folded the letter paper.

Then, he arranged the ceremony, opened the vision, summoned Dai Li’s messenger, and summoned the strange face with no eyes and no nose.

Looking at the red tongue that was spewed out of the irregular fangs, looking at the five tiny pale fingers at the top of the tongue, Klein silently handed the letter over.

When everything was back to normal, he sat down again and continued to write.

This time, he would ask Mr. Azick:

"... In my last mission, my boss had some abnormalities. He opened me and halfway to the teammate's body, and the mouth was covered with dark red blood."

“Is there a similar thing in your memory? How can I help my boss?”

PS: This chapter counts June, and continues on March 1st for the third month.