Lord of the Mysteries

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After listening carefully, Klein asked:

"So, do you suspect that the Zerrers that the detectives saw were disguised by others?"

Ian replied with a brown dome hat and thought ahead:

"This is a possibility, but I think it is too difficult, high enough to take great risks, the party is at night, the lights are not really bright, most of the people who can participate are detectives, detectives with keen observation. It is difficult to get rid of their eyes with wigs, beards, cosmetics, etc."

Maybe some extraordinary ability can be done... like the "squirming hunger"... Klein’s question has a small trap, what I want to answer from the big boy Ian, the expression of the face and the body In the language, judge whether he has contacted the extraordinary, whether he has a certain understanding of the mysterious field.

The preliminary answer is no.

Ian saw Moriarty Detective nodded slightly and agreed with his reasoning, so he continued:

"I believe that the detectives are seeing Mr. Zerrell, but he is not free. Under the strict control of others, he cannot convey the message of asking for help. The reason why he does not respond to my contact is to alert me. Let me find someone to help him."

"A reasonable explanation." Klein let go of the hand that was handed over and sat back a little longer to make himself look more relaxed and more confident.

Ian was silent for a dozen seconds and spoke solemnly:

"I want to entrust you to investigate Mr. Zerrell and confirm his current situation, just confirm."

Considering that the other party is a semi-professional who collects intelligence and news for detectives, Klein has the heart to make friends and smiles:

"How much will you pay for? You should be very clear that this may be very dangerous."

Ian’s action looked down at the pocket of his old coat, and said:

"There are two ways. First, I will give you enough compensation directly to make you satisfied with the reward. After that, whether the task is simple or difficult, it is this number unless you are seriously injured."

"Second is that I pay 5 pounds in advance, waiting for you to complete the commission, and then add the cost of the difficulty of the matter, but this is easy to cause disputes, even if there is a contract."

Klein pretended to think, and after nearly thirty seconds, he said:

"Maybe it is possible? You pay 5 pounds in advance, wait for the task to end, and then help me with three things. Don't worry, it won't be difficult. It's within your ability and won't make you feel too difficult. This can be agreed in the contract."

Ian frowned and stood up, leaning forward and extending his right hand:

"Ok!"

Klein shook him with him, took a standard contract that he had prepared from the coffee table, picked up the round pen, added all the details he had just talked about, and pressed the confirmed fingerprints.

After signing the contract, he gave the big boy Ian a stack of white papers and watched the other person write the information related to the detective of Zellel.

After a while, he flipped through the information and asked casually:

"If there is an emergency, or confirm the status of Zerel, how can I contact you?"

Ian licked his mouth and didn't speak for a long time, until Klein looked up and replied stiffly:

"I don't need to contact me, I will appear at the right time."

He didn't say much more. He pulled out a thick pile of banknotes from the pockets of the old coats. They seemed to be superimposed in a sequence of denominations from big to small, very neat.

Ian first took out three 1 pound denominations from the bottom, then counted six 5 solers, and finally 10 sheets of 1 Sule notes.

Seeing the other party put the banknotes neatly, even the portraits of several kings must be headed up, there can be no mistakes, and Klein suddenly has some irritability.

This is the late stage of obsessive-compulsive disorder... He sighed in silence and took the reward from the other party.

According to his visual inspection, Ian's remaining cash will not exceed 3 pounds.

It is estimated that all the savings will be carried on the body... If I have asked for more compensation, will he finally escape? His appearance is not like that kind of person, but people can't look at it... Klein casually folded up the banknotes, stuffed them into the pockets, didn't manage the neatness, and he managed to see Ian's expression slightly distorted. .

"I am trying to complete the investigation as soon as possible." Klein stood up and reached out to make a guest.

"Thank you for your help." Ian sincerely thanked him because the other party gave him a "discount price."

Seeing that the big boy who had matured a lot more than his true age left, Klein touched his chin and muttered thoughtfully:

"The water in this matter is very deep."

"Ian didn't mention from the beginning to the end that the detective Zerrell was investigating something recently, and he was told what information he was collecting..."

"Forget it, how much money to collect, how much to manage, I only need to confirm the current situation of Zerel."

He turned his body and walked back to the living room, and he pulled out a copper coin with a face weight of 1/4 pence from his trouser pocket.

when!

As the copper coins rolled up, Klein turned his eyes and wondered if there was any extraordinary factor in this matter.

Then he spread his right hand and tried to catch the fallen copper penny.

when! The coin ran across his fingertips and landed on the ground, rolling out of the distance.

This result means that the divination failed.

"It seems that Ian's concealment is much more than I imagined... the lack of information can't even get the vague divination results..." Klein tightened his lower lip, stepped forward, bent over and picked it up. Copper coins.

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

That evening, in the early hours of the morning, 138 Long Street, Beckland Bridge area.

Klein changed a cheap light blue worker's outfit, his mouth, chin and cheeks covered with black beards. At first glance, there was a rough and barbaric taste.

He wore a dark cap and the cap was pressed very low, covering his eyes almost quickly.

This hat originally belonged to the hunters of the Republic of Intis, and the traditional deer hats of the Kingdom of Lun were different, but recently became popular in the middle and lower classes of Beckland.

Hidden in the shadow of the Indus sycamore tree beside the road, Klein looked at the opposite house with the help of an elegant gas street lamp.

That is the home of Zerel.

The detective was a Southville county, and his parents, relatives, and friends were all there. He was alone in Bakerland and gradually gained some fame.

He is still a bachelor, and only employs two temporary maids, the ones that come over every three days, regardless of room and board.

At this time, the townhouse that he rented had no light, and it was dark.

Klein untied the silver chain in the left wrist cuff and let the citrine pendant fall naturally.

"There is danger inside."

"There is danger inside."

......

After seven consecutive times, he opened his eyes and saw that the spirit was turning clockwise, but the speed was very slow and the amplitude was small.

"It's dangerous, not big." Klein whispered, reconfirming the tarot cards, homemade spells, and sacred stuff that he carried.

After doing all this, he looked around, staring at the dead of night, agilely flashed across the opposite side.

Zherel’s home has no verandas, no gardens, no lawns, and directly along the street next to the road. Klein wraps around the side and follows the tap water pipe, easily climbing to the small balcony on the second floor to dry clothes.

Followed by him, he pulled out a tarot card, stuffed it into the gap, and opened the door to the corridor.

According to Ian's house layout map, Klein's footsteps came almost silently outside Zerrell's bedroom.

He scorned the left tooth and opened the vision, looking through the wooden door.

Spiritual vision can penetrate the invisible obstacles to see the color of the gas field, but this is closely related to its own level. Klein can now observe through the wooden door, but can not overcome the stone wall, and the sight is not too clear.

In his sight, in the bedroom behind the door, there are three groups of people in the shape of the gas field, the color is stunned, in different positions.

There are always three people ambushing... In order to catch Ian, or someone else? The bedroom is not big... Klein stands in the dark and calmly thinks about the observed results.

At this time, he suddenly retreated toward the balcony, and his footsteps were still very light.

Back on the balcony, Klein took out a silver sheet from his pocket.

This is the "Sleep Charm" he tried in the afternoon.

He did not pray to the goddess of the night, but he held a ritual for himself, "a fool who does not belong to this age," and then responded by entering the fog.

Because this method is difficult to mobilize the power of the mysterious space above the fog, Klein can only "respond" with its own spirituality, and the final spell is worse than normal, but better than "I am in my name" The kind that was made is barely enough.

Looking around again, Klein covered his mouth and whispered a Guhmes word:

"Blush."

After feeling the spell cold, he quickly and silently moved to the door of Zerel's bedroom, while holding the handle, while pouring spirituality into the silver sheet.

Oops! Klein carefully twisted the handle and quietly pushed the door open a gap.

Then, he threw in the "small spell" in his hand.

After a little recycling, Klein re-closed the door and began to count.

"3"

"2"

"1"

He slammed the door open and rolled on the spot.

Because he didn't feel the movement of the three people, Klein stood up and began to look at the scene in the room through the blushing moonlight shining through the window.

This is a well-planned bedroom with a bed, a row of wardrobes, a desk, a set of small sofas, and a coat rack.

On the other side of the bed was a man in a black coat. He was screaming and sleeping very well.

In addition, next to the small sofa, in front of the closet, there is another person, they all entered the sleep.

After confirming the state of the three men, Klein put a light move and walked to the bed and bent down to find a few short brown hairs.

According to the content written by Ian, Detective Zerrell is a man with short brown hair.

It should be right... Klein whispered, holding the fallen hairs, came to the small sofa, sat down slowly, sat in the darkness of the blush, and intended to use the dream divination. Look for Zerrell.

After leaning against the back of the sofa, his mouth was upturned and silently mocked himself:

"This is reasoning..."