Lord of the Mysteries

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Azick talked to himself and looked at Quentin Cohen with a subconscious mind. He seemed to be looking for hints and getting inspiration.

Cohen, who had a hollow eye socket and a dark blue scorpion, shook his head without hesitation:

"I don't have any impression."

"...well, maybe it’s just the same thing." Azick put down his left hand and laughed at himself.

Klein was slightly disappointed with the results, but couldn't help but fill it up:

"Teacher, Mr. Azick, you know, I am very interested in exploring and restoring the history of the Quaternary. If you have something to think about, or have other information, can you write to me?"

"No problem." Because of today's business, Cohen, a senior associate professor with a silver hair, is quite satisfied with Klein.

Azick also nodded and said:

"Your address is still the one before?"

"For the time being, but I am going to move soon. I will write to you at that time." Klein answered with respect.

Cohen's senior associate professor shook the black cane:

"It really should be a better environment."

At this time, Klein glanced at the newspaper in Azick's hand and said:

"Teacher, Mr. Azick, what did the newspaper say about Welch and Naya? I only knew a little from the police responsible for the investigation."

Azke is waiting to answer, and Cohen's senior associate professor, who is not too much wrinkles, suddenly took a pocket watch along the gold chain on the black tuxedo.

Hey!

He pressed it and saw his cane forward:

"The meeting is about to begin, Azick, we can't delay, you give the newspaper to Moretti."

"Okay." Azick handed the newspaper that had been turned over to Klein. "We have to go upstairs. Remember to write a letter. The address of Cohen and me has not changed. It is still the office of the history department of Hoy University, haha. ”

He turned and smiled and left the room with Cohen.

Klein took off his hat and watched the two gentlemen leave, then bid farewell to the owner of the office, Harvin Stone, along the corridor, slowly slid out the door of the gray three-story building.

In the sunshine, he lifted his cane, unfolded the newspaper, and saw that the head was:

"Tingen Morning News".

There are a lot of newspapers and magazines in Tingen... What morning, evening, honest, Bakerland, Tasok, family magazine, story review... Klein just thought about it, my mind There are seven or eight names in the air. Of course, some of them are not local, from the "distribution" based on steam trains.

Today, as industrial papermaking and printing become more developed, the price of a newspaper has dropped to 1 pence, and the coverage of the population has become wider and wider.

Klein did not carefully look at other content, and soon found a "news version" of the "into the room robbery and murder case" report;

"... According to the police department, Mr. Welch’s home scene was terrible and lost all the gold, jewels and banknotes, as well as all the valuable, easy-to-take items, even the copper pennies were left. The reason is that this is a group of cruel and sinister gangsters who will not hesitate to kill innocent people who have seen them, such as Mr. Welch, such as Ms. Naya."

"This is a violation of the laws of the kingdom! This is a provocation to public safety! No one wants to encounter similar things! Of course, the good news is that the police department has locked the murderer and caught the principal. We will give follow-up reports as soon as possible. ""

"Reporter, John Browning."

I did the processing and disguise... Klein walked on the boulevard and nodded invisibly.

He flipped the newspaper with his hands and read other news and serial stories while walking.

Suddenly, the cold hair behind him was all erected, as if there was a fine needle stuck there.

Someone is watching me? Looking at me? Monitor me?

One by one, and Klein vaguely realized.

When he was on Earth, he also felt invisible gaze and finally found the source of his eyes, but he never responded as clearly as he did now, and the "conclusion" was clear!

The same thing in the original main memory fragment, too!

Is it through, or is that strange "transportation ceremony" that makes my "sixth sense" stronger?

Klein resisted the urge to look for a gaze, learned novels, movies, and TV shows he had seen, slowly stepping down, picking up newspapers and looking at the Hoy River.

Followed by him, he looked around in the way of looking at the scenery, and then turned around naturally to see the surrounding situation.

There are no people here except the trees, the lawns and the students passing by.

However, Klein is sure who is still watching himself!

This……

Klein's heart beats faster, and the blood spurts with a fierce snoring.

He unfolded the newspaper and half covered his face, fearing that someone would find his expression wrong.

At the same time, he clenched his cane and prepared for the gun.

One step, two steps, three steps, Klein moved slowly, just like just now.

He was still peeped and looked at it, but there was no danger of sudden explosion.

The body walked a little stiffly through the avenue. He arrived at the waiting point of the public carriage, and fortunately found that there was just one.

"Iron... Zoute... No, Champagne Street." Klein continued to reject his own ideas.

He originally planned to go home directly, but he was afraid to bring the unintentional and good spy to the apartment. Then he wanted to go to Zouteland Street and ask for help from the "night" or colleagues, but he was worried that the other party was I was so angry that I was exposed to the initiative, so I had to pick a place.

"6 pence." The toll collector answered with familiarity.

Klein didn't take the gold pound out today, put them in the place where they used to hide money, just took two Soul's banknotes, and he also spent the same money when he came, just 1 left in his body. 6 pence, so all the coins were thrown out and given to the toll collector.

Got the carriage, found the position to sit down, and with the door closed, Klein felt that the sense of uneasiness that was being watched finally disappeared!

He exhaled slowly, only to feel a slight tremor in his hands and feet.

What should I do?

What should I do next?

Klein looked out the window of the carriage and tried to think about it.

Under the premise of not clearing the purpose of the snooper, it is considered malicious first!

One by one emerged, and Klein vetoed one by one. He had never experienced similar things, and it took him a few minutes to find his ideas.

You must notify the "nights", only they can really solve the trouble!

But can't go straight like this, it will be exposed, maybe this is the purpose of the other party...

Following this line of thinking, Klein made a rough plan after another, and the idea became clearer.

call!

He spit out the turbidity, restored the basic calm, and carefully looked at the scenery swept away from the window.

It wasn't until the carriage arrived at Champagne Street that the accident didn't happen, but after Klein got off the bus, he immediately got the feeling of uneasiness that was stared at being watched!

He pretended not to notice anything, took the newspaper, carried a cane, and walked slowly towards Zouteland Street.

However, he did not enter the street, but circled the red moon street on the back, there is a beautiful white square, and a steep cathedral!

St. Serena Church!

The Night Goddess Church is in the headquarters of Tingen!

As a believer, it is not a strange thing to come to the mass and pray on the rest day.

The cathedral has a distinct earth-like Gothic style, black overall, with a high, mottled clock tower on the façade. It is placed on the huge center buttress between the red and blue lattice windows, and is inserted into the sky.

Klein stepped into the church and walked along the aisle to the big prayer hall. All the way, the narrow high windows inlaid with blue and red swarf patterns penetrated into a ray of color, and the blue was dark and red. In the month, it will be extremely dark.

The feeling of being watched disappeared again. Klein looked as usual and did not see joy. He stepped outside the open big prayer hall.

There is no high window here, and the deep darkness becomes the protagonist, but behind the arched platform, the door is facing the wall, and dozens of fist-sized round holes run through, letting the splendid, pure sun Huimeng came in, condensed and bright.

It was like a pedestrian in the darkness, suddenly looked up, saw the starry sky, saw a scorpion, it was so sublime, so pure, so sacred.

Even if he always thought that the gods could be studied and understood, Klein couldn't help but bow his head.

In the gentle and gentle sermon of the bishop, he walked quietly on the aisle separating the left and right seats, and found a position that was unmanned and close to the passage, and slowly sat down.

Leaning the cane against the back of the front chair, Klein took off the top hat, rested on the thigh with the newspaper, and then clasped his hands against the hanging forehead.

Throughout the process, he did it slowly and orderly, just like making prayers.

Klein closed his eyes and listened quietly to the bishop's voice in the dark sight:

"They are naked, have no clothes and no food, and have no cover in the cold."

"They were drenched by heavy rain, and because there was no shelter, they hugged the rock."

"They are the mothers whose children were taken away. They are orphans who have lost hope. They are the poor people who have been forced to leave the right path."

"The night did not give up on them and gave them care."

... (Note 1)

The echo is superimposed, and the sound is in the ear. Klein is dark in front of the eyes, and the mind is cleaned.

He calmly understood this until the bishop completed the sermon and ended the mass ceremonies.

The bishop opened the door to the confession room, a gentleman, a lady, and lined up.

Klein opened his eyes, put on a top hat, picked up his cane and newspaper, followed him up and lined up in order.

After more than twenty minutes, it was finally his turn.

Stepping forward, closing the door, Klein was dark again.

"Child, what do you want to say?" The bishop's voice came from the baffle made of wood.

Klein took the badge of the "Special Action Department's seventh group" from his pocket and handed it to the bishop from the gap.

"Someone is following me, I want to find Dunn Smith." As if by the darkness, his tone has become soft.

The bishop took over the badge and silenced for a few seconds:

"The door of the confession room is to the right. In the end, there is a hidden door next to it. After entering, someone leads the way."

During the conversation, he pulled a rope in the room and let a pastor hear the sound of the bell shaking.

Klein took the badge back, took off his hat, pressed it on his chest, bowed slightly, then turned his body and pushed the door out.

After confirming that the feeling of being watched did not reappear, he re-applied the black half-high hat, carrying a cane on his face without any extra expression, turning to the right, and walking to the arched platform.

On the side-aligned wall, he found the secret door, silently opened and flashed in.

The secret door was quietly closed, and a middle-aged man wearing a black priest's robes appeared in the light of the gas light and appeared in the eyes of Klein.

"What?" the middle-aged pastor asked briefly.

Klein showed his badge and repeated the words he had just said to the bishop.

The middle-aged pastor no longer asks, turns his body and walks silently.

Klein nodded, stroking the top hat, holding a black cane, and quietly following the other.

Rosanne said that at the crossroads of the "Chanis Gate" to the left is the Church of St. Serena.

Note 1: Adapted from the twenty-fourth chapter of Old Testament. Job.