Lord of the Mysteries Chapter 11: Metaphysics detective

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The dark room is covered with a thin layer of light scarlet moon yarn. Everything is indistinct and not clear enough.

The three men in black coats slept in different places, and on that set of small sofas, Klein was half-melted with night and closed his eyes, it seemed to have fallen asleep.

His dream is a twisted world of grey mist, sometimes flashing over brilliance.

In the end, these brilliance freezes into a picture.

It was a dark corner, and there was sewage running on the ground. The man with short brown hair, white shirt, and brown vest was lying on the wall, surrounded by dense gray mice.

The man ’s lips were gnawed in half, revealing the yellowish teeth and rotten gums inside. His nose was only blood stained, mixed with a little short hair, and the flesh and blood of his face disappeared and appeared clearly. Out of the white bones, white, obese maggots burrowed in and out of the place, wriggling continuously, and the position of the throat seemed to have been bitten by a beast, and at least half was missing.

Klein barely recognized this as Zyrell Victor Lee. He and the mature black and white photo given by Ian could not be equated.

Zyrell is dead. In a few days, it is estimated that it will be eaten with only bones, and maybe even bones are not complete ... Klein is out of dreams, recalling the picture I just saw.

Times and times in the past have allowed him to witness similar bodies calmly.

Looking at scarlet moon outside the window, Klein thought for ten seconds, and decided to try spiritism, against the black man spiritism next to the sofa.

—— The corresponding "Amanda" pure dew and "eye of the spirit" ​​potions. In the preparations for the previous days, he has prepared a bottle respectively. As for the tranquil potion, Klein does not need it, he can invade the dream in others. And stay calm and sensible when forcing spiritism.

After setting up a simple altar and letting the fragrance of quietness and tranquility spread out, after creating a half-dream half-wake state, Klein prayed to himself and "Fool of another era".

He then entered above the grey mist and responded with more than two-thirds of spirituality.

"When I am promoted to Sequence Seven, similar prayers should be able to slightly pry the power of the above the grey mist mysterious space like a summoning and sacrifice ceremony ..." Looking around, Klein made a rough judgment and quickly returned to the real world .

He passed through a starry sky and a chaotic and noisy storm of thought, and entered the mental level of the target man, seeing the other person's unreal figure floating in mid-air.

"Who sent you to Zyrell's house?" Klein glanced and asked Shen Sheng.

The man ’s phantom eyes replied indifferently and dumbly:

"Mersso, Mersso sent me to wait for a boy named Ian."

The light and shadow in his Mental World changed accordingly, showing a thin, strong and dark-skinned man, who was the leader of the group of people who chased Ian on the steam subway before Klein.

It really was him ... Klein was consuming too much spirituality in response to the prayer. At this time, he was starting to feel tired, and he took the time to ask:

"Who instructed Mersso?"

"I don't know ... he is our" executor "of Zmanger Party, no one can instruct him, except boss." The man said blankly.

Zmang ... The word corresponding to "Warrior" in plateau language ... The Klein of the pseudo-historian true Mysterious Scholar suddenly had a pain in his head, and the body flew out of the storm of thought involuntarily.

It did n’t take long for him to leave the spiritism state, only to feel his head twitch hollowly.

He did not leave in a hurry, packed his materials and short tan hair in an orderly manner, and opened the bay window to let the cold night wind blow in, dispersing the smell of "Amanda" pure dew and "eye of the spirit" potions.

In this process, Klein returned to the balcony position, locked the door from the inside, and wiped all the places that he touched.

When Zyrell's bedroom returned to its previous state, he bowed to the three still-sleeping men and bowed his head, saluting him.

Straight up from back, Klein put on gloves, jumped up, and swiftly rolled out of the convex belly window, and paddled his toes, standing firm with the help of an unusually small space.

He lifted the vertical latch upwards, blocked it with tarot card at the bottom, and used the ability of Clown to feel the details and adjust the balance.

After a few seconds, Klein slowly withdrew the tarot card, and the vertical latch was stabilized in place, without falling down.

Brush!

He closed the half of the window without bolts first, then flashed over, and slammed in with his right hand to close the other half of the window.

The speed of this action is so fast that the latch will not fall until there is vibration, and it is accurately inserted into the matching iron hole.

kuāng dāng! The hard-to-cancel sound sounded like a strong wind hitting the glass surface.

Klein knows that the three men in the bedroom will wake up slowly, without further delay, and jump directly to the street.

The height of second floor will not be a little dangerous for him now, but he can no longer keep silent when he is on the ground, which also creates a less obvious movement.

Klein quickly left the neighborhood and left Rose Street, but did not directly take rented carriage to return to Chowod District Minsk Street.

He took a few turns and headed towards the next eastern district.

In the cold night, the bones were pierced with wind and cold, Klein shivered, and decided to add a sweater for the next action, and decided to buy charcoal in the next few days to let the fireplace play its role.

I do n’t know how long it took, and he did n’t bring a map to enter Beckland eastern district by intuition.

There are very few gas street lights here. Only one or two of them can be seen from afar. Unless the dark clouds have covered scarlet moon tonight, Klein believes that many road sections will be so dark that they cannot be seen at all.

Walking and walking, he suddenly saw a pair of eyes appearing in the deep dimness in front of him, and a series of rickets appeared in succession.

They shook from a vague distance, silent and silent.

Living Corpse? Klein paused violently, the probe held "soul calming talisman" and tarot card, and quickly opened spirit vision.

He saw the unhealthy and weak color of energy field, and also saw the appearance of the figure.

These are living people, normal living people, but with numb expressions, empty eyes, weak movements, and men and women.

It ’s almost past midnight, why are they still walking on the street ... Klein leaned sideways in doubt and crossed the group of people from the street, but soon, he encountered the second wave, the third wave, There is pain in the same numbness.

He frowned slightly, and was about to go up for an inquiry, when he heard a burst of shouting in front of him:

"Get up! Give me up!"

"You bitches!"

"Streets and parks are not places for you guys to sleep!"

...... Klein startled, the word "Poor Relief Law" immediately appeared in my mind, and I understood what was going on.

He had the same experience himself.

Huh ... Klein sighed, speed up and walk towards the one-bedroom house on Black Palm Street in eastern district.

There, he slept for two hours, initially recovered spirituality, and then went out again, folding the withered branch as "dowsing rod".

"The location of the Zyrell body."

"The location of the body of Zyrell."

......

In divination again and again, with the help of short brown hair divination, Klein walked for a long time and walked to the corner of eastern district, where there was a sewer entrance.

—— After the great plague 12 years ago, Ruen Kingdom gradually established an advanced sewer system in the capital, surpassing the “Mister Russell heritage” of Republic of Intis in one fell swoop.

Remove the lid, Klein holding the breath, and climb down the vertical metal stairs.

Because it is not a special clothing, there are not many pockets, and he can't bring too much item. He abandoned the "Klag oil" he learned from Frye and refreshed himself to eliminate the odor of "Klag oil."

Ten seconds later, Klein touched the ground with both feet, feeling the stickiness of the ground.

Dirty feelings stimulated fine pimples on his arms and body, but he could only endure forcibly, continue to walk forward, and walk forward in the empty and quiet sewer.

There are forks ahead, one of which is relatively concealed, with a thick, more disgusting smell than other places.

Klein turned over and walked to the end, then saw the dense spirituality light spot and energy field color.

Without using candles, he opened spirit vision ’s eyes and directly reflected the dark corners, reflecting the rotten, gnawing corpse.

This is exactly the same picture he saw in dreamland divination.

Squeak!

The gray, densely packed mice fled, but some of them stayed in place, refused to leave, and refused to eat.

After confirming that it is Zyrell, Klein just hesitated and quickly arranged the spiritism ceremony.

Well ... If Ian described no problem, Zyrell died just a few days, "spiritism" should be able to harvest certain, superficial information ... he thought quite confidently.

Wū !

With the wind swirling, with the establishment of spirituality wall, all the mice escaped, and Klein performed the ritual step by step, just like before.

"The cause of death of Zyrell."

"The cause of death of Zyrell."

......

In the chanting again and again, Klein pupils turned black, disappeared the pupils, and the white eyes, quickly entered the dream with the help of meditation.

However, nothing appears in that misty and illusory world.

Klein opened his eyes and judged slightly frowning:

"spiritism failed ..."

"Someone 'handled' the spirit of Zyrell ..."

"Extraordinary is involved in this matter."

"Disguised as Zyrell, so that one bit of detective has not been able to see through, and it has proved this from the side."

After a moment of contemplation, Klein made a decision, that is, so far, no further blending, anyway, his entrustment was considered over-fulfilled.

"Let Ian go to the police." He whispered, put away the materials, and lifted spirituality wall.