Mystery: Paradox Path

In the early morning, in the elegantly decorated room, a handsome man sat quietly by the window. He was holding a beautifully bound book of creation myths, and reading it carefully, it looked like a beautiful oil painting.

The sun shines on him through the window, adding a sense of sacredness to this elegance and beauty.

But in the next moment, a gloomy aura suddenly spread, and the originally warm and elegant room suddenly lost its color. The gray and white color covered every inch of the corner, and a pale monster poked its head from the floor.

It looks like a person for the time being, its limbs are in an unnatural, spring-like twisted state, and a long vertical mouth full of sharp teeth extends from the top of his head to his chest, with blood-colored saliva accompanying him. The opening and closing of that big mouth kept pulling into filaments.

But the elegant and beautiful man did not have any negative emotions because of the appearance of this monster. He still held the creation myth, as if he didn't see anything.

No, he saw it, because the monster was raising his twisted arms respectfully, and handed over a notebook that looked some years old and an envelope.

The handsome man reached out and picked up two things, the monster disappeared into the room, and the cold and pale environment returned to its original state again.

The man put the notebook on the table, tore open the envelope, and shook off the small stack of letter paper inside—

"Dear Mr. A:"

"Allow me to defend the killing of my colleague."

"Hinathan Vincent and Sirius Arepis are utter idiots, and their stupidity would even make Curly Baboons laugh!"

"Heinath Vincent foolishly wrote the secret spell in a notebook."

"His apprentice peeked at the incantation and performed a magic mirror divination under the watchful eyes of the pagans at night!"

"I believe you can think of the next development, so I won't go into details."

"In order to protect our other lambs in Tingen, I killed him first, which I felt was the right choice."

"The stupidity of Sirius Arepis was even further than that of Heinath Vancente. He even went to the library to borrow and borrow books, knowing that the Nighthawks had begun to investigate the Antigenus family's notes. related journals, this kind of reckless behavior has been discovered for more than two months, and it is already blessed by the Lord!"

"In order to avoid more involvement, I killed the night-time pagan after he tracked down the library, which was a reasonable choice."

"Also, during the battle between the nighttime pagans and the Secret Order, I recaptured the notebook of the Fourth Epoch. According to Heinesenfancent, it probably contains the treasure left by the Antigonus family. "

"I dedicate this notebook to the Lord in the hope that it can make up for the sin of the secret prayer who killed the Lord."

"Finally, Sirius Arepis seems to have taught the ceremony of the coming of the Lord to an unknown fraudster. Do I need to help?"

"Faithful servant of the Lord, Snow von Penredax."

"Heh..." The handsome man rubbed his fingers slightly, and the letter in his hand was torn to shreds by the suddenly rolled up air current. He stretched out his hand, opened the notebook, and words came into his eyes. There was also a slightly evil smile on that beautiful face.

...the city of Tingen...

"Captain, is this the last suspect's residence?" Leonard looked at the hotel outside the carriage through the carriage's window, lowered his head and took out a pocket watch from the inside of the police uniform and glanced at it, "It's still early, look It looks like it won't delay Klein's mission to join the team."

"Don't be careless." The gray-eyed middle-aged man sitting beside him frowned. The corners of his eyes were clearly wrinkled, and light brown hair could be seen on the edge of his hat.

He was holding a piece of paper full of words at this time,

It's not too big, but a very clear voice said:

"Snow von Penredax, a native of Backlund, a veterinarian, once went to the Diviner Club half a month ago to ask Heinath Vincent to do divination, and he stayed in the hotel without going out. According to the information provided by Backlund, he had had a relationship with the mistress of a certain gangster before this, and the reason for leaving Backlund should be to avoid pursuit."

"It sounds weird." Leonard listened to Dunn's remarks, whistled frivolously, and then turned to look at Klein.

Before he could speak, Klein nodded in agreement, took out a piece of paper from his bag, wrote a line of words on it, and then released the pendulum on his wrist and closed his eyes as he did before investigating other suspects. Silently said:

"Investigating Snow von Penradax is dangerous, investigating Snow von Penradax is dangerous, investigating..."

After meditating seven times in a row, Klein opened his eyes and the citrine pendulum was spinning counterclockwise at a slow speed.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and then said:

"Captain, there should be no danger, but considering that the other party may have anti-divination ability, be careful."

"Well, you stay in the car, Leonard, you come with me." Dunn nodded lightly, opened the car door, got off the carriage, and walked all the way to the hotel.

...

In a room on the second floor of the Fragrance Tree Hotel, a young man in a white shirt and a black vest was teasing a black Loen shorthair cat that looked less than a year old. He was the target of Klein and Dunn's investigation. —The young veterinarian named Snow von Penredax.

The moment the pendulum divination in the carriage started, Snow's spirituality was sensed, but he didn't stop shaking the cat's stick, just adjusted his mood and waited quietly.

Then……

Seems a little sleepy?

With the thought, Snow's whole body shuddered, and then he heard a slightly hasty knock on the door.

"Who?"

Snow picked up the black kitten and put it on his shoulders, raised his feet to the door, and a calm and powerful male voice came from outside the door:

"I, Dunn Smith."

"Sure enough, it's you." Snow sighed secretly in his heart, reached out and opened the door, and a middle-aged police officer with deep gray eyes appeared in front of him.

"This officer, you are..." Snow frowned slightly, and there was a faint suspicion in his eyes. Dunn didn't talk nonsense, he took out his credentials and showed it, and then said directly:

"We suspect that you are involved in a murder case and hope you can assist in the investigation."

"Murder case?" Snow was stunned for a moment, then suddenly excited: "I haven't been out for half a month! The people in the hotel can testify for me!"

"I know, it's just a routine." Dunn reassured him, then looked inside the room and said:

"Aren't you asking me to come in and sit down?"

"Okay, please come in." Snow nodded and opened the door, then spread his hands and said:

"This is just a hotel, there is no decent tea."

"It doesn't matter, I'll leave after I ask." Dunn found a seat and sat down, took out a stack of documents and said:

"Do you know Heinath Vincent?"

"Yes, I asked him for a fortune-telling when I went to the fortune-teller club half a month ago. The fortune-telling he gave me is that it is not suitable to go out recently, so I haven't left the hotel for more than half a month." Snow nodded without hesitation. Nodding, it seems that he has a deep impression on the fortune-teller.

"Why do you believe so much in the words of a fortune-teller who has only met once?" Dunn's gray eyes stared at the young man's eyes, Snow sighed and said helplessly:

"If a person can judge your life based on simple divination, I believe you will also choose to listen to his advice, not to mention that this matter is life-threatening."

"Life-threatening?" Dunn's eyes sharpened, Snow immediately realized that he had said something wrong, and a wry smile appeared on his face...