Lord of the Mysteries Chapter 78: Psychological shadow (first recommended ticket)
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Ayre. Hasson echoed:
"Indeed, it is difficult to imagine that the follow-up of Divinator will be Clown. According to normal logic, no one will link them together."
"Is this strange? I remember a lot of path's sequence magical medicine, which lacked the necessary connection before and after." The black-haired lady Lolta yawned over her mouth, and she can see that her injury is so serious that "Goddess' Gaze "It is also difficult for her to maintain her vigorous energy.
"No, Lolta, this is completely different. Even if the other sequence magical medicine lacks association, we can find some common points from other aspects, but Divinator and Clown are not good, I can't understand it at all." Ayre. Hassen shook his head and sighed.
Klein listened to their discussion and smiled:
"No, there is still something in common."
"What is it?" Ayre asked curiously, and the movement of Dunn's arms flexion and extension also slowed down significantly.
Klein answered seriously:
"Whether it is Divinator or Clown, you can find it at the circus."
"..." Ayre, Dunn and Lolta were stunned.
"Pooh ... good answer, I like young people like you!" The dark-haired lady Lolta first looked back and smiled.
Ayre smiled, shook his head and said:
"Now in this era, there are fewer and fewer gentlemen with self-deprecating spirit. Fortunately, we met another one today."
Do you think I like to laugh at myself ... I do n’t think I have other things in common ... Klein laughed a little bit, and smiled bitterly:
"I just hope that the magical medicine of sequence path will not appear with names such as‘ Beast Tamer ’,‘ Acrobat ’, Magician, etc., so that it really constitutes a circus.”
And it's still a group ...
"haha." Dunn and others were immediately amused by his words, and the carriage was full of cheerful atmosphere.
The carriage moved forward and came to Zoutlan Street all the way. Klein, who was not very injured, first entered Black Thorns Security Company.
"Goddess! What did you encounter? How could it be like this?" Roseanne glanced at random, and stunned.
Klein looked down at his dirty and damaged formal attire and still replied distressedly:
"there will always be various accidents in missions, okay, Goddess bless, the ending is beautiful."
"praise the Goddess!" Roseanne painted a "scarlet moon" on his chest religiously.
Wait for Klein to speak, she actively asked:
"Need us to evade third floor again? Is that sealed item really so dangerous?"
"Trust me, it is more dangerous than you think." Klein replied with a lingering fear.
If it were n’t for the more mysterious "Luck Reversal Ceremony", I will explain it to "2-049" today!
"Goddess ..." Roseanne's lips twitched, and there seemed to be a lot to talk about and questions to ask, but considering that captain was waiting below, she finally resisted the urge and greeted Mrs. Oriana and others to third floor ——Black Thorns Security Company's next door to the left and right, upstairs and downstairs, either belong to the church industry, or live in a pious priest who vaguely knows the situation.
When all the civilian staff were evacuated, Klein did not rush to recreation room to notify other Night Watcher. He returned immediately and assisted captain and others to **** sealed item "2-049", monster Bieber residue and Antigonus family notebook to second floor.
Through the partition, Dunn pushed the door of recreation room to the two Night Watcher who are playing Gwent card:
"Frye, Gragus, you immediately go to dock district Tyrell warehouse to assist Leonard in handling the follow-up."
"Okay." Lady Gragus with dark hair and a cold expression took the lead.
"Corpse Collector" Frye with dark hair, blue eyes and pale skin followed.
They put down Gwent card and walked out of recreation room. When they passed the partition, they obviously stopped paused a bit.
"Wait." Dunn shouted as expected.
"Is there anything else?" 《Sleepless》 Gragus asked, turning his head unchanged.
"Remember to notify the police and let them block the road. Do not let anyone approach you until you have handled the scene and carried the body back." Dunn patted the lower forehead.
"Okay." Gragus turned around, took two steps forward, and paused again.
She looked back, blinked, and confirmed coldly:
"captain, is there anything else?"
"No." Dunn resolutely replied.
Gragus nodded slightly invisible and took the lead towards the gate.
The "Corpse Collector" Frye, which is cold and gloomy, still maintains a slow speed.
At this moment, Dunn spoke again:
"Remember, remember to tell Roseanne and Mrs. Oriana that they can come down."
"No problem." Frye replied calmly and almost without emotion.
Watch two Night Watcher walk out the gate, climb to third floor, Klein quietly relaxed, follow captain and Ayre and others into the ground, go straight all the way, and reach the opposite Chanis Gate.
"You go to weapons storehouse and come to Old Neil. We need his magical ceremony treatment." Dunn signaled the left 《Sleepless》 Kenry to open Chanis Gate, while instructing Klein.
As the effect of the potion faded, his spirit gradually weakened.
"Okay." Klein did not wait for captain to add, and said to himself, "I will replace Old Neil guard weapons storehouse, and will apply for at least twenty demon hunting bullet again, and wait for the approval of Sacred Hall, to withstand curiosity about Antigonus family notebook. "
"..." Dunn was unable to find a language to deal with.
"captain, is there nothing else?" asked the Klein who finished the rush response with a smile.
Dunn shook his head, still unable to speak.
Take the take action stick, turn around, walk a bit, Klein turns to weapons storehouse, and tell the Old Neil who is drinking clear water about the event.
"It turned into a runaway monster ... Did you also kill a Extraordinary?" Old Neil quickly packed up the table, "I'm like listening to a drama script."
He mumbled around the table, aiming directly at the corridor, not waiting for Klein's to answer.
Klein asked rather curiously:
"Mr. Neil, does church have a real therapeutic agent? You still need the help of magical ceremony."
"The medicament formulated with ordinary materials cannot cure the healing effect from the ritual for a long time, the extraordinary types of materials are very rare, and most of them are not suitable for this kind of thing." Old Neil explained casually, "You should know 'Goddess' Gaze 'Well, this kind of potion was a standard and real healing potion when it was first made through the ceremony, but every minute after that, the effect evaporates until there is only a little left. "
"So ..." Klein nodded slightly disappointed.
As a former "keyboard adventurer", that is, game enthusiasts, it is really a matter of habit to aspire to cure pharmacy.
Watching Old Neil leave, he sat down and felt the peace of being away for a long time.
In such tranquility, he recalled the tragic situation of the tuxedo Clown when he was dying, recalled his cold-blooded shooting, and recalled that grim wound and the blood pouring from the moor.
The body of Klein's gradually shivered, and his heart was full of discomfort. He first stood up, then sat down, and then repeated the process slowly, mixed with walking back and forth.
"Hoo ..." he sighed, intending to find something to do for himself, so as not to always think of those bad pictures.
Klein took off top hat, took off the formal wear, took out take action par and brushes, and carefully cleaned the dirt and dust on the clothes.
I do n’t know how long after that, he heard the familiar footsteps of Old Neil-that is made by the heel first.
"It's really exhausting ..." Old Neil complained and walked into the room.
"You tell others, don't come here for an hour, I need a certain rest." He glanced at Klein and casually commanded.
"It is better to go upstairs to rest, I am guarding here?" Klein kindly suggested.
Old Neil shook his head:
"The above is too noisy, little Roseanne is a girl who can't stop talking."
"Okay." Klein didn't insist anymore, put on his coat and hat, picked up his cane, and returned to the hallway, pulling the door of weapons storehouse to a half-cover.
Da, da, da, he walked slowly in the empty aisle, and suddenly saw a room beside him that he had never seen before.
"There is a secret door here ..." Klein stopped near the corner and looked towards the room.
He found that "Corpse Collector" Frye has returned and is examining a fully stripped body inside.
The body? Klein's heart moved, and the courage to approach the room, tapped three times on the open door.
Boom, boom, boom.
Frye stopped, turned around, and looked over with the blue and cold pupils.
"Sorry, I'm disturbing you, I just want to know if this is the body of Extraordinary?" Klein asked with discretion.
"Yes." Frye's thin lips opened and closed, but only one word was spoken.
Klein's looked over him and looked at the body. Sure enough, he found the familiar scary wound on his forehead.
It ’s that tuxedo Clown ... Klein secretly said from sighed:
"Did you find anything?"
"No." Frye replied exceptionally concisely.
The atmosphere was awkward. Klein was thinking about leaving, but Frye took the initiative to speak:
"If you feel unwell, you can come in and you will find that this is just a body."
I'm afraid I have a mental disorder? Klein nodded thoughtfully:
"Okay."
He entered the room, came to a long table covered with white cloth, and looked at the corpse.
The red, yellow and white oil paint on the face of the tuxedo Clown has all been removed, revealing a strange face with little features, black hair, and a high nose bridge, aged about thirty.
At this time, Frye walked to the square table in the corner and picked up a pencil and a piece of white paper.
He returned to the corpse, put white paper, took a pencil in hand, and drew it.
Klein glanced curiously and found that Frye was sketching the head of the tuxedo Clown.
It did n’t take long for Frye to stop the pencil, and there was a lifelike portrait on the white paper. Compared with the corpse, it just had no wounds, just the blue pupils.
Talent ... Klein surprised and amazed:
"I did n’t expect that your sketch was so good."
"Before becoming Night Watcher, my dream was to be a painter." The tone of Frye did not fluctuate a little.
"Why not realize your dream?" Klein asked in doubt.
Frye put a pencil and hold a portrait of Tuxedo Clown:
"My father is a pastor of Goddess. I hope that I will become a pastor too. This is a decent career."
"Have you been a pastor?" Klein asked again in amazement.
It is difficult for him to imagine a person like Frye as a pastor.
"Well, it's not bad." Frye responded with a cold expression and a slightly upturned corner of his mouth. "Later, I met some things and experienced some things and became Night Watcher."
Klein did not go into the details of others ’privacy and asked instead:
"You used to be a pastor of Goddess, so why not choose Sleepless?"
"A personal reason." Frye replied frankly, "And Miss Daly is a good example."
Klein nodded and was about to digress, but heard Frye say:
"You help me looks at here, I must immediately hand over the portrait to captain ... It is troublesome to close the secret door."
"Okay." Although Klein was a little afraid of facing the body alone, he still insisted on agreeing.
As Frye left, the room became quiet, and the corpse lay there, heavy on Klein.
He was took a deep breath, and he wanted to overcome himself as close to the long table.
The tuxedo Clown lay quietly, his face pale, his eyes closed, and he lost all his breath. In addition to his brutal wounds, he exuded the unique coldness of the dead.
Klein stared for a while, and his mood gradually settled, seeming to calm down.
His eyes swept, and he found a strange mark on the wrist of the tuxedo Clown, so he dared to reach out and touch it. He wanted to turn it over and see more clearly.
The cold feeling just passed from Klein's's fingertips to the brain. The pale palm, which lost all vitality, suddenly popped up and grabbed his wrist.
Tightly grabbed his wrist!
PS: 6/7, the first is to recommend tickets ~