Gow!

Klein crouched there, vomiting uncontrollably, and quickly vomited out of stock because he hadn't eaten breakfast.

At this moment, a small tin-iron square jug that resembled a cigarette box appeared in front of him.

The smell of tobacco, disinfectant, mint leaves, etc., from the mouth of the uncorked bottle made Klein's nose choke and his whole body refreshed.

The strong stench still lingered all around, but Klein no longer felt sick to his stomach, and the vomiting soon stopped.

He walked up the tin-iron square pot and saw a pale hand that did not look like a living person, the sleeve of a black trench coat, and the cold and dark temperament of the "corpse collector" Fry.

"Thank you. Klein relented, supported his knees on his hands, and got back to his feet.

Frye nodded expressionlessly:

"It's good to get used to it. ”

He tucked the rim of the tin-iron jug into his pocket, turned and walked over to the highly decomposed corpse of the old woman, and without gloves, began to examine it directly, while Dunn Smith and Leonard Mitchell were strolling around the room, occasionally touching the table and newspapers.

Old Neil, holding his nose, stood outside the door, and complained angrily:

"It's disgusting, I'm going to apply for a subsidy this month!"

Dunn turned around, touched the dust on the wall next to the fireplace with his right black glove, and looked at Klein and said:

"Is this familiar?"

Crane held his breath and sketched out his silver pocket watch in his mind, calming his mind and body.

He was already in a state of spiritual vision, and he immediately had different feelings, and a picture from the deepest part of his memory flashed in front of him:

Fireplaces, rocking chairs, tables, newspapers, rusty doors with iron nails, tin cans inlaid with silver......

The picture is dull and gloomy, like a documentary on Earth, but more vague and unreal.

It quickly overlapped with everything Crane saw, and the feeling of déjà vu, as if it had been there, was evident, and an illusory and ethereal scream came through the invisible barrier again:

"Hornachis...... Fregra ...... Hornachis ...... Fregra ...... Hornachis ...... Fregra......"

"There's a little bit of familiarity. Klein replied truthfully, his head tingling a little, so he had to quickly tap twice on his eyebrows.

Hornachis ...... The Hornachis Mountains that appeared in the original owner's diary?

That's what was read from the notes of the Antigonus family......

The whisper just now was very similar to the previous one, involving the term Hornachis...... This, is this a temptation?

Klein was startled, and didn't dare to think deeply, for fear that he would enter a runaway trajectory.

Dunn nodded slightly, walked to the front of the cupboard, and suddenly reached out and pulled open the wooden door above.

The bread inside was covered with mold, and seven or eight gray, hard-haired rats froze beside it.

"Leonard, you go downstairs and find the patrolling cops and figure out what's going on here. Dunn commanded the team.

"Okay. Leonard turned and left the room.

Dunn then opened the doors to the two bedrooms and searched them carefully.

After he confirmed that he had found no clues, as well as the notes of the Antigonus family, the "corpse collector" Frye straightened his legs, wiped his hands with the white handkerchief he carried with him, and said:

"Death more than 5 days ago, no external injuries, no significant effects from supernatural powers, the exact cause must await further investigation. ”

"Did you spot anything?" said Dunn, turning to look at Old Neil and Klein.

The two of them, who had long been out of their spiritual state, shook their heads at the same time.

"Except for a dead man, everything is normal here, no, there was an invisible force sealing the room at first, you know, we often do similar things when we use ritual magic. Old Neil thought for a few seconds and added.

Dunn was about to speak, when he suddenly looked out the door, and it was a few seconds before Crane and Old Neil noticed something, and turned to look at the corner of the stairs.

After a few more seconds, the sound of small footsteps grew louder, and Leonard and one of the officers walked up.

The police officer smelled the stench, his face changed slightly, and he immediately cooperated with the "colleagues" of the Special Operations Department to knock on the door of the residents on the second floor and roughly ask about the situation on the third floor.

A moment later, wearing a silver two-V epaulettes, he looked at the dead body in the rocking chair and said:

Katie Stephana Bieber, between the ages of 55 and 60, is a widow and has lived here with her son Riel Bieber for more than 10 years. ”

Her husband was a jeweller, and her son, who was about 30 years old and had no wife, inherited his father's business and was paid about £15 søles a week, and according to their neighbours, had not seen them for more than a week. ”

At this point, Klein knows what to focus on:

Missing, or more precisely, somewhere, Riel Bieber!

That ancient notebook is probably on him!

"Is there a picture of Riel Bieber?" said Dunn, looking at the officer, who was playing a senior inspector.

However, this cannot be called a pretense, because on the file of the police department, he is indeed a senior inspector, and the salary and allowance are based on this, of course, excluding the part of the church.

The officer shook his head a little nervously and said:

"I don't know...... Gotta go back to the precinct and look for it, normally, we can't leave a picture of every guy. ”

"I see, you go ahead and ask the residents on the first floor, ask in detail. Dunn gave the order.

Looking at the officer, he closed the door and turned to old Neil:

"I'll leave it to you, or I'll have to put the inhabitants to sleep and look for Rare Bieber from their dreams, well, I don't trust the drawings that have been dictated too much. ”

Old Neil nodded, took out several thumb-sized bottles from the pocket around his waist in the black classical robe, and sprinkled the liquid inside in a certain order.

Then he twisted out another handful of powder and sprinkled it around himself.

The strange, pungent smell evaporated, unaffected by the stench in the room, and Crane suddenly felt that old Neil had an invisible power around him, the power that separated him from his environment, from himself and others, just like the state of this house before.

Old Neil's eyes were half-closed, his mouth fluttering, and he recited a low, muffled incantation, and Crane was not ready for a moment, but faintly heard "I pray for the power of the goddess", "I look forward to the favor of the night......

Phew, a sudden wind blew in through the window, blowing up the powder.

Klein's heart suddenly shook, all the pimples on his skin bulged out, and he felt that some kind of indescribable, extremely terrifying "smell" that people dare not look at quickly diffuse.

His mind was a little confused, and he couldn't relax, just like he was after doing a set of difficult math problems.

Suddenly, Old Neil's eyes opened, and it was pitch black.

He took out an absorbent fountain pen from his pocket, brushed and drew on the waste paper on the table, and his whole body trembled with such fast movements.

Klein stared in, and saw a face with deep eye sockets and a high nose bridge quickly appear.

When the natural curly short hair was finished, Old Neil wrote a line of words under the portrait:

"Black hair, dark blue eyes, and an all-porcelain denture on the left side of the mouth. ”

The pen in Old Neil's hand fell to the paper, and his body twitched a few times.

"This is what remains of Rare Bieber in the room. Old Neil, whose eyes quickly returned to normal, whispered.

Then, he returned to where he had been, and slowly spun around in place, the invisible, spaced power dissipating and dissipating into a breeze blowing away.

"Praise be to the Goddess. Old Neil tapped four times on his chest, forming the shape of a crimson moon.

Klein's spirit relaxed, and he looked more closely, and found that Riel Bieber's facial features were nothing special, and his temperament was quite peaceful, except that the nasolabial folds on the sides of his nose were obviously drooping.

"I'll try to see if I can use the divination rod to find things. He picked up the portrait, rummaged through the men's clothes in the bedroom, and laid them all on the floor.

Dunn, Leonard, and Neil Sr. were as silent as they watched him pestle his silver-studded black cane over his clothes and portraits, and Frye the "corpse collector" remained as silent as ever.

The brown turned black, and Crane finished his silent recitation with a deep gaze, and released his palm.

The black cane stood silently, as if inserted into the floor.

"Riel Bieber's location. Crane meditated again in his heart.

In the sound of the wind, the cane fell, but in the process of falling, it kept changing direction, and finally turned into a small rotation around the fulcrum.

Without any outside help, the silver-encrusted black cane stood firm again.

Klein tried a few times, but it was the same ending, and he could only shake his head at Dunn and Neal Sr.

There are strange forces that interfere with their "divination......

Dunn took off his black gloves and said to Leonard and Klein:

"You take the portrait of Riel Bieber and ask the occupants of this place, make a final confirmation, and then arrest him for the murder of his mother. ”

"Okay. Crane grabbed his cane and bent down to pick up the portrait.

After the neighbors confirmed that the portrait was actually Rare Bieber, Dunn told Leonard and the officers to go to the police station to complete the formalities, while Frye and Frye went to several bars in Tingen to find people through underground channels.

Crane and Old Neil returned to Blackthorn Security in a public carriage, and it was not yet eight o'clock, and Roshan had not yet arrived.

Closing the door, Crane looked sideways at Old Neil, and asked, half-puzzled, half-inquisitive:

"Why did I, send the notes of the Antigonus family to Riel Bieber?"

This is not at all the same direction from the Welch residence to Iron Cross.

Old Neil walked to the sofa and smiled:

"Isn't that obvious? You don't know if you have touched the power within the note, or if you are curious to do some of the rituals it describes, provoking a strange being that shouldn't be provoked, and this power, this being, is meant to give the note to Rare Bieber, and cut off all clues from anyone to find out. ”

"So, in addition to you, Welch and Naya both committed suicide on the spot, and you, frankly, still don't understand why you survived. ”

"I don't know......" Klein replied with a wry smile, "I've thought about your guess about what happened, but I don't understand why you had to give the note to Rare Bieber." ”

Old Neil spread his hands and said:

"Maybe his birth number meets the requirements, or maybe he is the only remaining descendant of the Antigonus family, in short, there are too many possibilities...... There must be a similar reason why that notebook was sold to us in the city of Tingen. ”

"I think it's the kind of descendants. Klein suddenly sighed, "It's a pity that I didn't notice it at the first time, and both Rare Bieber and that notebook were gone." ”

Old Neil smiled and said:

"That's something Dunn needs to worry about, and it's a good thing for you. ”

"Why do you say that?" Klein frowned in confusion.