Lord of the Mysteries

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“What happened?”

Yatlu whispered this question whispering, and couldn’t recall what he had done in recent days.

He wandered around in a sleepy way, asking with fear, fear, and confusion:

"who are you?"

"This is where?"

"This is your bathroom. Can't you recognize it? I am responsible for protecting your private detective." Klein looked at the big boy who hadn't figured out the situation, and smiled low.

"My family... protect my detective...what happened..." Atru looked around and whispered.

Suddenly, he paused, and the pale face was filled with fear that was hard to hide:

"Maybe, maybe there are ghosts in this world! There are ghosts!"

His voice was quite trembling, but Kline heard two very different feelings of fear and excitement, which exactly matched the color of the emotions presented.

Excited? Is this a boy who seeks to stimulate the deliberate intrigue? It’s really young and daring to die... Klein made a preliminary guess, but the face was confused and asked:

"ghost?"

After becoming a "magician", his spiritual vision has improved slightly, but the magnitude is not large. He still cannot see the surface of the spirit body in the depths of the etheric body. It is impossible to judge whether the target is extraordinary.

Yat’s pale face suddenly rose red:

"Yes, ghost!"

He waved his arm and added:

"Beyond our senses, there is a broader world! Really, death is not the end of everything!"

This word... really is adolescent...but similar words, I seem to have seen it... Klein smiled and said: "I believe in another sentence, in the face of an older age than the old, even death itself, Will also die."

Waiting for Attlee to say, he took out the gold-shelled pocket watch and looked at it as follows:

"So, how did you make yourself like that before? It's like a patient with a mental breakdown."

"I..." Yatru thought for a few seconds. "I joined a society. This is not an ordinary society! We all believe that death is not the end. You can even intuitively understand death and understand everything. It can be reversed, yes, we think the dead can be resurrected!"

Klein, who had climbed out of the grave for more than a month, laughed at two channels:

"Are you trying to resurrect the dead?"

Death is not the end... The world outside the senses... Everything can be reversed... Mickey sentiment... Isn't this the teaching of the spiritual group? It was created for the resurrection of the **** of death... He said a few words in his heart.

"Yeah!" Atru's eyes brightened but he couldn't hide his fear and nod.

"Where did your body get it?" Klein asked.

"We, we will, secretly dig graves, just buried for a long time, or buy from the hospital..." Yatru recalled.

Sure enough, it was a crime that would be sent to prison... No wonder Luo Ge. Carman didn’t want to call the police... It’s so bold to play... Klein keeps a gentle smile and asks:

"Then you have success?"

"Not yet... At that meeting, they looked at my eyes, like, just like watching a dead body, it seems that I want to know where to place the corresponding secrets... Then, we danced and danced to the senses. Outside the world, later, I didn’t remember it...” Yatru’s body trembled uncontrollably.

Spirit dance? It’s a spiritual sect... This guy has become a companion’s guinea pig? Klein asked slightly, frowning:

"Since then, your memory is up to now?"

According to the internal data of the night, the "spiritual dance" comes from the ancient ritual dance, popular in the South China, is a ritual method that the **** of death loves.

"Ling Dance" uses rhythm, rhythm, and movement to reconcile spirituality, making it interact with the natural environment and the object of praying. Combined with simple altar arrangement and corresponding honor, it achieves more complex ritual magic. effect.

"Yeah." Yatlow responded with a low voice and suddenly looked up. "What day is it today? What time is it?"

"Friday at 1:12 am." Klein replied with his memory.

Yatru subconsciously took a breath:

"I missed a new party..."

“They will hold a resurrection ceremony outside the Green Grave at 3 am every Friday.”

The Green Cemetery is named for being not far from Green Park Street.

"You still want to go? Have you forgotten this time? Hey, you really don't remember, but you should ask your father, mother and servant." Klein reminded the boy in front of him.

And I may not be able to help you... he silently added in his heart.

After this time, he discovered a short board of the magician, that is, the ability to deal with the ghost-like creatures, only the manipulation of the flame can be counted, after the other person possessed human beings, the repelling and purification became more Puzzle, unless you plan to kill people with ghosts.

Of course, Klein is not incompetent in this regard. He can arrange ritual magic to accomplish similar things, but it will be very troublesome, it is easy to expose itself, not suitable for actual combat.

After thinking, he finally chose to use the Azick copper whistle to lure the grievances, then manipulate the flames to complete the purification.

But the extent of this damage is not high, and if you encounter a powerful grievance, you may not be able to solve it.

I still lack items or spells to deal with necromantic creatures. If there is a seal of "3—0782", the "variant sun emblem" is just fine... Klein's thoughts have briefly diverged.

Yatru remembered the lack of memory, his face paled again, and trembled and replied:

"No, I don't want to go! I don't want to go anymore!"

"Good." Klein smiled and praised.

Atru looked at his face without a little fear, and subconsciously asked:

"I said so much, are you not afraid?"

Klein no longer relies on the wall, slowly stands up straight, and replies with ease:

"For a detective, unless you have definite evidence, you would rather not believe it."

After that, he opened the door and went outside, thinking about whether or not to contact the spiritual group. After all, this may involve the mystery of Mr. Azko’s life experience.

Atlul looked at the back of the private detective in a hurry. It took a while to find that the bathroom was empty except for himself. The moonlight outside was dark, and the shadows were shining. If there were invisible things lurking, watching.

He shuddered and screamed:

"Wait for me!"

During the conversation, Atru stepped up and rushed out of the bathroom, followed closely behind Klein.

Knowing the fear, knowing the fear, and saving... Klein groaned, his hands inserted into the trouser pocket.

After returning to the bedroom, Stuart did not find that Yatru had improved. He was still scared by his own ghost story and did not dare to go.

When Arturo fell asleep again, Klein took out a copper penny and let it spin between the fingers.

When the time was close to 2:50, he threw down the coin and held it steady, then stood up and whispered to Stuart:

"I went to the balcony and smoked cigarettes."

"Hurry up." Stuart snorted a little tightly.

Klein put on his long dress and slowly went out to the balcony at the end of the corridor, hiding in the shadows.

Then he took out a paper man who was relatively rough.

Snapped!

Klein shook his wrist, shaking the paper to make a crisp sound, shaking it quickly and inflating it into a human being.

The dummies and Klein are generally high and low, the five senses are exactly the same, and there is no difference in clothing. From afar, it is like a sculpted wax figure.

This is one of the applications of the "paper man substitute" technique.

Followed by, Klein gathered his spirits, clenched his fist in his right hand, and tapped on his body.

Silently, the dummy had a feeling of being alive, and a cigarette with a reddish head on his mouth, the smell of tobacco filled out.

"With the dummy as the basis, this illusion can last for half an hour... It’s a magician!" Kline put on his gloves and pressed it one by one, sliding down the balcony concealedly, avoiding the security guards who patrolled.

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

Outside the Green Cemetery, in a secluded woods.

Klein stood in the canopy and looked at the relatively open and flat place not far away.

His side is evergreen leaves and brown branches, but their surfaces are stained with gray dust.

Klein looked around, and seven or eight teenagers and men in black robes were dancing around a corpse, a little twitching, a bit of a crazy dance.

The dance is full of rhythm and seems to have some mysterious taste.

The girl swayed her long hair, and the boy reached out and slammed his hand. This scene has a subtle connection with the surrounding environment.

That is the rhythm of nature.

After they jumped for three or four minutes, everything in the area around ten meters was dyed with wild and confusing temperament, and the atmosphere gradually became sinister and mixed with sacredness.

It is indeed a "spiritual dance"... even a ritual magic that ordinary people can participate in... Klein moves away from his gaze and looks at the black robe man who is burying his head and mourning the mantra on the side of the body.

Just now he was guiding the young boys and girls how to dance "spiritual dance."

It should be a member of the spiritual group, and the rate is extraordinary. Klein is not visible in the dagger. He plans to look at how the other party will hold the resurrection ceremony.

At this time, the dance entered a climax, the adult black robe man raised his head and took off the wig, revealing a few strange tattoos inscribed on the bald head.

He raised his hands and shouted:

"grim Reaper!"

"Respected death!"

"Coming soon!"

After he shouted, the dance stopped. The seven or eight teenagers and men stood on each side, their expressions were both blurred and expecting, both excitement and fear.

Then, the black robe man bent down, opened the iron cage at his feet, and took a black thing from the inside.

Klein stared and saw that it was a black cat.

This, is this OK? He obviously stunned and suddenly thought of all kinds of folklore about black cats. For example, after the black cat symbolizing the evil symbolizes the **** messenger skipped the body, the dead body will be awakened.

Klein is the first time to see people using a similar approach in the ceremony.

The black robe man stepped forward and stopped the black cat in his arms from struggling and threw it at the body.

Hey!

The dark-haired cat blew his hair out and shouted and jumped over the dead body.

At this moment, Klein felt that he understood the other party's cat language, and he believed that the other party must be saying three words:

"MMP!"

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