Lord of the Mysteries

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Who? Klein looked up and looked at the door.

He felt that he had a disease now, and he was afraid of the doorbell ringing. He was exactly the same as the fear of the phone coming in when he was on the earth.

Putting down newspapers and magazines, and looking at the empty sauces, there was nothing left, and Klein got up and walked to the door.

He has not yet grasped the handle, he already knows that Dr. Allen is outside.

Don't you have to go to work? Klein groaned and reached for the door.

"Good morning, Allen, the fog is gray today." He piled up with a smile.

Allen was still a cold expression, but it was a little more anxious and fearful.

He pushed the gold-rimmed glasses and refused to say hello, straightforward:

"Sherlock, I have dreamed again! I dreamed of Will. Andrein!"

what? Klein was almost there.

Is this wrong? Authentic thousand paper cranes are here, on the fog, and I fold the paper cranes in the night, and you can continue to dream of Will Anse with a poor quality paper crane that is folded by the night. Ting? This is not scientific, no, this is not occult... Klein becomes serious and immediately asks:

"Is that dream before?"

"No, this time it's not that scary." Allen calmed down a bit. "I dreamed of the Green Cemetery. Do you know Green Grave?"

"Know." Klein replied succinctly.

Outside the Green's cemetery, he caught a group of dance students and a sinister occultist Copsti, who got another copper whistle that could summon a messenger.

Allen took a cold breath and continued:

"I dreamt of the woods outside the Green Cemetery, dreaming of a birch with a circle of skin off the waist. Will Ansein sat under the tree and looked at me quietly."

"And then?" Klein asked.

Allen shook his head: "The dream is over here."

It’s a strange thing... Is Dr. Allen dreaming of nothing to do with the paper crane? No, if it doesn't matter, there will be no change in the dreams after changing the paper cranes, and I will use the thousand paper cranes to divination on the fog, and get the corresponding revelation... Klein considers Road:

"This is no longer within my understanding. Allen, what are you looking for?"

The heat that Allen exhaled floated in the air for white fog: "I want to go outside the Green Cemetery to see it. Now, during the day, can you protect me? I will pay the commission fee, 1 pound."

Now explore the scenes that have appeared in your dreams? There should be no surprises during the day... Klein thought: "I can accept this commission, but I suggest that you go to the church before you, and tell the familiar bishop of your dreams." ”

Allen "hmm", and immediately said with some doubts: "Why do you always suggest me to go to church? I know that you have explained before, in a very logical way, if there is magical power, can always dominate the human world. The church must be the one with the strongest magical power. If not, then the church can at least get psychological comfort and corresponding network resources. However, why is it not too strange, why do you suggest me to go to church?"

Klein considered it for two seconds and replied in a serious way:

"I am a detective. I have access to a lot of unusual things, so I understand the special nature of the church and understand when and what to do for them."

“Really?” Allen listened to his face.

Klein suddenly raised his mouth:

"Kidding.

"Allen, let's take it easy, I will change the clothes, the amount, and the dishes."

He didn't wear a thick coat and chatted with Allen at the door for a long time. His body was bitten by the cold wind.

Taking this opportunity, Klein went to the bathroom, went to the fog, and divined the degree of danger of the commission, and got the conclusion that there was almost no risk.

If you harvest a very dangerous revelation, his intention is to rely on the Goddess Church to rely on the commission.

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

Hillston District, Star Church.

"Sherlock, why don't you ask the maid? As a big detective, you can afford a few servants." Allen asked, asking Klein to enter the Church of the Night God in the largest church in the Hillston area.

This is what he wanted to ask in the carriage, but he never found a chance to cut into this topic.

Klein sighed and said heavily:

"Allen, I will tell you a story. There was a detective. He hired two maids, a chef and an assistant. He had a good job, but one day, he took over a case and successfully locked the murderer. The murderer was a very brutal and very ferocious person. He sneaked into the detective's home with revenge.

"Detective is a fighting expert. In the end, he was only slightly injured, but his servant died.

"Allen, do you understand?"

"I understand." Allen's tone was with obvious sympathy. "Sherlock, you still have this experience."

No, the protagonist has nothing to do with me. This is just the story I just compiled... I can't tell you directly, I am involved in many strange and mysterious events. There are often secrets in the family that can be sinless. It’s best not to ask... Klein looked straight ahead and sighed long.

The cleaning of his room was mainly carried out by the maid of Mrs. Stalin Somer, twice a week, only for the most basic cleaning, once for 1 sul.

During the talk, the two have stepped into the hall of the Star Church.

It is built in the style of the Church of the Night God, dim, quiet, and sparsely lit.

At the forefront of the hall is the holy platform inscribed with the dark sacred emblem. The star is inlaid with a self-illuminating pearl, and the red gems form a blushing moon. The rest are all dark nights.

At first glance, there are a few stars, blushing, and extraordinarily sacred.

But Klein felt that this was not as good as the design of the St. Serena Church in Tingen. The hall was dark and had a bright light in front of it. From the round holes of one fist and another, it made people seem to see the stars directly. Awe from the heart.

However, there was a problem with such a design. At night, the effect was gone... Klein randomly found a position to sit down, took off the half-high silk hat, and leaned on the black hardwood cane, and Allen continued along Going through the aisle, went straight to the confession room to find the bishop.

Sitting in such a hall and looking at the believers who are praying around, Klein’s heart is suddenly quiet.

Speaking of it, I only entered the church of the goddess for the third time... He smiled at himself.

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

Winter County, quiet church.

Leonard Mitchell put on a black trench coat, put on red gloves and entered the room belonging to Senior Dean Crested Sesima.

"Congratulations, officially become a red glove, may the goddess protect you." Sesima painted a red moon on his chest.

He still covered his mouth with a tall, vertical neckline.

"Like beautiful god, this is my honor." Leonard raised his right hand and clicked clockwise four times.

Sesimma did not say much, straight into the topic:

"According to your own request, I put you in the Soest squad. He is a 'soul teacher'. He has his own magical items, the extraordinary weapons you need, and I have already told people to help you. .

"You have recently been primarily responsible for a demon summoning case, and to take care of some clues, such as the ones that have occurred in Beckland continuously, related to the Tarot ritual."

"Yes, Lord Sesima." Leonard did not have any opinion on this.

This will be the beginning of my revenge... he said silently in his heart.

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

West District, outside the Green Cemetery.

Klein accompanied Dr. Allen and walked in the nearby woods for a long time. From time to time, the dust and dust that fell were coughed a few times.

"Maybe there isn't such a tree, the dreams can't be completely reflected in reality." At the end of the game, Allen himself was somewhat uncertain.

Fortunately, I am good at finding things... Klein pointed his direction with a cane:

"Let's go over there and do the final effort."

"Good." Allen gasped.

The two walked for a while, and Allen suddenly stopped and pointed to the front:

"There, there!"

A dozen meters away, a birch tree with a round of skin on the waist stood there quietly, as if waiting for two people.

"It is exactly the same as my dream." Allen said with great certainty.

Klein smiled a little with vigilance:

"Can't have Will. Anthony."

Allen was close to the birch tree, frowning for a while, and suddenly pointed to the tree roots:

"Will. Anthony was sitting here, he had his hand pointing at the dirt below!"

Pointing to the dirt below? Klein stood beside him, looking down at the place where there was almost no dry grass:

"Do you want to dig it?"

Allen nodded. "I have found it here. I have to confirm what is there, Sherlock. You go to the cemetery and borrow two shovel."

"Or I stay here, you go to the cemetery, I am worried that there will be an accident." Klein said cautiously.

"Good." Allen did not quit, and immediately left the woods.

After a while, he squandered money, returned with three shovel and a cemetery, and began to try to dig.

Klein dug and dug, and suddenly smelled a little more familiar, and as the surface soil separated, the things below were gradually exposed.

It is the body of a child who has been highly decomposed!

His skin and flesh are just as fast as melting, and there are many bugs crawling in and out of his nose and mouth.

when!

The shovel in Allen's hand fell and fell on a stone.

He pointed at the legs of the corpse, his mouth was mad and he couldn't speak.

Klein endured disgustingly and looked around and found that the left leg of the child's body was obviously missing the lower half.

At the same time, Allen stepped back two steps and fell to the ground, shouting loudly:

"Will. Anthony! Will Anthony!"

That is the body of Will.

PS: I wrote this chapter. I haven’t had a break for more than three months. I feel that my body and mind are all tired. I originally planned to come back to the third time during the double period. The result is always unsatisfactory. Well, this month may apply for vacation when appropriate. One day, let's say it to everyone in advance, and there will be an early update in the morning.