Lord of the Mysteries

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The visitor was a man wearing a dark green postman uniform, and he smiled happily at Klein:

"Is it Mr. Sherlock. Moriarty?"

"Yes." Klein vaguely guessed the other side's intentions.

The visitor immediately raised his right hand and handed a slap-sized thing wrapped in a layer of black gauze:

"Your parcel, trouble sign for it."

Klein deliberately revealed his doubts:

"Normally, shouldn't you give me a list, let me go to the corresponding post office to get it?"

The postal system of the Kingdom of Lun is perfectly reproduced in Intis, and even the shortcomings have been copied. Any mail that cannot be directly inserted into the letter box, no matter what, they will only give the "receipt slip" to the recipient. They are busy themselves.

"...haha, because it is more expensive, it must be delivered to you personally." The postman snorted.

It seems that you are not professional enough, not a real postman... Klein has not asked more questions, took the parcels, pens and orders, and signed the brush.

Closing the door and returning to the living room, he was not in a hurry to unpack the parcel, but took out a gold coin and juggled it into the air.

Snapped!

Klein caught the gold coin and looked down at the portrait or the number.

The number is up, it means negation, there is no hidden danger... Klein nodded slightly, put away the gold coins, touched the paper people in the pocket of the clothes, and carefully dismantled the parcel.

After the layer of black gauze was opened, the things inside were clearly displayed in his line of sight. They were light gold, elegant pocket watches, handkerchiefs stained with dark red blood, and seven or eight tied together. Brown short curly hair and a stack of notes.

Talim’s belongings, hair, flesh and blood, daily records, all together... Prince Edsac’s work is very efficient, it’s not yet at night... Klein looks at the things on the coffee table. Suddenly, I feel that there are many eyes watching at this moment.

An ancient angel family that has been inherited for more than two thousand years, the foundation is absolutely beyond imagination. The roll involved in the royal family can be crushed into powder anytime and anywhere... Maybe I have been monitored now... I have to be mediocre enough. It's useless enough to keep it safe... Klein has already thought about what to do, and he doesn't panic to check pocket watches, handkerchiefs and hair.

In the process, his spiritual intuition did not give any warning and did not prevent him from divining.

After having a little bit in the heart, Klein was in the living room, took out the stationery, picked up the pen, and wrote the divination statement:

"Tallim Dumont's real cause of death."

He was generous and frank, and did not seem to feel that he was being monitored at this time.

Picking up the curls and the handkerchief, Klein meditated on the divination statement, leaning against the back of the sofa and turning his eyes into meditation.

After seven times, he came to the dream world and saw the familiar Craig Club Hall.

Immediately, he again witnessed Tallim Dumont pinching his heart and his expression twisting down.

"This revelation shows that Tallim did die from a sudden heart disease..." Klein opened his eyes and whispered to himself.

He frowned, revealing a puzzled, incomprehensible and thoughtful expression.

He tried it several times with different divination statements and got the same result.

He got up and walked back and forth several times.

He clenched his fist to his head, and seemed to be angry at his own level, unable to help his friends to find out the real murderer.

In the end, he sat down and stayed for a long time, in the dark room as if it were a silhouette of a stone statue.

Almost, I can't use too much force... If no one is monitoring, I just wrestled with the air... Klein shook his head and got up and went to the kitchen.

After dinner, he seemed to be invigorated again, carefully reading the contents of the stack of notes, including what happened on the day of Tlim’s death and the days before, and who he had seen.

At home, Red Rose Manor, Craig Club, Conrad's Mansion... Nothing unusual... Klein picked up the sharpened pencil and drew a number of circles, marking the next few days to visit. Places and goals to ask.

After doing all this, he sighed for a long time, tidying up the items with no confidence, washing and sleeping.

In the middle of the night when the red moon was covered by stratus, Klein suddenly opened his eyes and woke up.

He rolled over to get out of bed, slowly opened the door, entered the bathroom next door, and concealed the body with a paper man.

Going back four steps, he came to the fog and sat down to the position of the "fool".

His eyes have become clear, no more decadent, depressed, pessimistic and other emotions.

Followed by, Klein took out the projection of the **** handkerchief from the pajamas pocket of the old clothes.

When he packed the items before, he used the extraordinary ability of the "magician" to cover the handkerchief invisibly and hide it on his body!

Taking a breath, Klein has a paper pen and writes a divination statement that is no different from the beginning:

"Tallim Dumont's real cause of death."

After seven years of calmness and tranquility, he took paper and a handkerchief, then leaned back against the back of the chair and fell asleep in the quiet and empty ancient palace.

In the gray, divided, and illusory world, Klein saw a picture that was completely different from before.

Presented in his eyes is a hand-picked puppet-sized puppet with eyes, nose and mouth.

The puppet had a few drops of dark red blood on his body, and it was dyed with some demon colors.

One palm stretched out, the skin was fair and delicate, smooth and sleek, and the five fingers were slender and slender, and the flesh was even.

The most striking thing is that the little finger on the palm of the hand is wearing a ring with sapphire and a unique shape.

Snapped!

The index finger of the palm of the hand lingered on the illusory black flame and was placed at the heart of the puppet.

Silently, the picture shattered, and Klein woke up from the dream.

His initial judgment was not wrong, Tallim did die from the curse!

But the problem is that they all got the picture of the moment of cursing, why didn't they show the panorama? This mysterious space above the fog can eliminate interference... Klein has some doubts.

Normally, the revelation obtained is too abstract, too easy to misread, is a problem of limited divination. It is a problem that is too difficult for divination. It has nothing to do with fog, it can be understood, but it has been clearly presented. The scenes before and after the curse are limited to a small part, and it is quite puzzling to not provide a relatively more effective revelation.

In the past... Is there a similar situation? Klein tapped the reason from his own experience.

Suddenly, he sat up straight and remembered the similar experience.

In Tingen, when he was divined for the real reason behind several coincidences, there was a similar situation!

He clearly saw the house with the red chimney, but could not touch the Ins. Zangweier and the seal "0-08" in the house!

Is this something that has a level of "0" seal or a person who is fighting against fog? Klein squinted his eyes.

No, not necessarily, there are still many possibilities, you have to confirm it! He tried to calm down his mood.

As for how to confirm, it is difficult to survive the experience of him, the method is very simple, that is to do the same divination again.

If the picture of the revelation has not changed, it means that things are not so terrible. If divination is no longer successful, it means that something near the target or target can resist the fog to some extent, just like “0—08”. !

Taking a deep breath, Klein repeated the previous divination with a calm expression.

"Tallim Dumont's real cause of death."

......

He leaned back on the chair, whispered, and his eyes turned deeper.

In the dream, what he saw was awkward, broken fog, no puppets and fingers.

brush!

Klein stood up straight and looked very dignified.

What is Tlimem involved? He frowned and said to himself.

What to do next, he no longer has doubts, that is, passive absenteeism, perfunctory blame, first smashed Prince Edsack for a while, then told him that he did not investigate the truth.

Heh, this world is terrible. If you are not careful, you will be exposed to extremely horrible things... Klein sighs and dares not to stop again, and quickly returns to the bathroom in reality.

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

At 9 am on Tuesday, the Crown Cemetery.

Klein wore a black shirt, a black vest and a black coat, holding flowers bought by 12 Sule, standing on the edge of the crowd, and looking at the coffin of Tallim Dumont was lifted. Accept the soul and bury it a little bit in the soil.

In this process, Talim's mother's eyes were red and swollen, and she wanted to speak a few times, but she couldn't make a sound. His father's hair was white and his face was stunned. He just stood and had a trembling feeling.

The scene was reflected in the blind, and Klein leaned his head and closed his eyes.

When the people who attended the funeral left, they walked over, bent down and placed the white flowers in their hands on the same kind.

Sorry... he said silently in his heart.

Standing straight, retreating to the side, ready to leave, Klein found reporter Mike and surgeon Allen close together.

"It’s a shame. I didn’t think Talim turned out to be, oh...” Mike’s expression was so painful that he could not finish.

Allen, who was always cold and faint, took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, and whispered:

"He is a passionate guy and shouldn't have such an ending."

"Yeah, he had hope to get rid of the bad reputation left by his grandfather." Klein added a sentence.

At this moment, he saw a female figure wearing a thick black dress and wearing a veil covering the front of Tallim's grave, holding a bouquet of white flowers in his hand.

Klein did not care to remove his sight, only the remaining light aimed at the other side.

The woman bent over and put flowers, revealing the left palm of the black gauze glove.

The position of the little finger of her left palm, a blue gem faintly presented.

Klein’s scalp was numb.

He is numb with the whole person.

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