Eric became the captain of the "Red Gloves" in the later stages of the previous war and was promoted to the "Sequence 5" "Spirit Witch".

He has witnessed the death of his ex and former captain, and knew that a higher sequence is not the first guarantee for making him safer, and caution is the only way to be cautious and careful.

For the elite "Red Gloves" among the "Night Watchers", this is a concept that almost everyone believes in, because ordinary "Night Watchers" may only encounter ordinary problems that look like extraordinary events, occasional omissions, and there is a high probability that the situation will be reversed by their extraordinary abilities. The potential goals of the "Red Gloves" who are chasing various important cases must be quite dangerous.

At this moment, Eric stood on the fourth floor of the apartment at 14 Playa Street, facing the closed dark brown wooden door, and looked around and said:

"Two 'Night-Watchers' have disappeared here, so we must not be careless."

At the beginning, several residents of this apartment called the police, saying that there was a foul smell coming from Room 403, and the tenants in Room 303 often heard heavy footsteps above their heads.

The police in the corresponding area dragged them for two days before coming to investigate, and then never walked out of Room 403 again.

After the police station determined this, they immediately handed over the case to the Dark Night Church, but the two "night-watchers" who came to deal with it were also missing, and the door of Room 403 was still tightly closed.

Based on this premise, the Archbishop of Haijun between the Dark Church entrusted the matter to Eric's team and allowed them to apply for a "1"-level sealing material assistance.

"Yes, captain." The members of this "Red Glove" team either nodded or spoke, and responded one after another.

Eric didn't say anything more, stood in front of the closed dark brown door in Room 403, raised his left palm wearing red gloves, and tapped his own teeth with his fingers.

A blurry figure suddenly appeared in front of him, and penetrated into Room 403 from the crack in the door as if it was not thick.

Eric's expression was extremely focused, as if he was observing the situation in the room through the vague figure.

It was a natural spirit that he drove not strong but special abilities, who usually lived on his left front teeth.

Under the current circumstances, Eric believes that it is best to do some reconnaissance first - even if his team has reasonable ability and powerful seal assistance, they must be so cautious.

If he could initially figure out the situation inside and make more targeted preparations, he believed that things would be much easier.

At this moment, tiny blood vessels emerged in Eric's eyes, and some of them even exploded directly.

As his vision turned bright red, Eric heard a heavy creaking sound.

The closed dark brown door suddenly opened!

Inside the room, there were six figures, three in black and white police uniforms, sitting on the backrest chair, barrest stool and sofa, two wearing half-height top hats and black windbreakers, one standing by the door, and the other standing on the platform behind the convex belly window, pressing her face to the glass surface, as if she was staring at the street downstairs.

There was also a figure sitting on a high stool on the edge of the balcony, with an exquisite astronomical telescope placed in front of it.

The skin of these six figures has swollen, as if a lot of gas has been poured into the body. Some places have even cracked and are highly rated, but they are still not shriveled, and the blue-black light is stretched out, and the light yellow and black liquid is flowed down.

When the door was opened, the six figures turned their heads one after another and looked at Eric and others.

The first one was the former "night watcher" standing by the door, and the last one was the man in a cotton shirt sitting behind the astronomy telescope. His black and white eyeballs were still stuck to the lens, and he could only use the remaining dark holes to sweep through the "Red Gloves" team outside the door.

A faint stench penetrated into the noses of Eric and others, and an indescribable cold filled the surroundings.

Eric instinctively had to raise his hand to tap his teeth, release more spirits, and then use the extraordinary ability of "Nightmare" to force all the targets in front of him into the dream.

However, no matter how he knocked his teeth, no spirit was released. His extraordinary ability related to the "spirit witch" seemed to disappear.

At the same time, a "nightmare" in the "Red Gloves" team was also surprised to find that he could not drag people into his dreams!

At this moment, except for the physical improvement brought by the potion, their extraordinary abilities disappeared and strangely disappeared.

"Get out of here!" Eric whispered without hesitation.

This strange situation he had never encountered before, so he could only let the team evacuate first, and then select seals to deal with it in a targeted manner.

However, his and his team members' feet did not move because of this, and it seemed that they no longer obeyed the command of their own consciousness.

Eric instinctively lowered his head, looked at his lower body, and saw that his legs were swollen, and his pants were about to crack.

In addition, he clearly felt that his skin was decaying, rotting, and oozing.

Before he and his "Red Gloves" team could really get in touch with the target, they were trapped in a sober "nightmare" of watching himself die little by little and swollen and rot, and they were hard to break free.

At this moment, an ordinary palm reflected in Eric's bloodshot eyes. It held the handle and gently pulled it out.

Bang!

The dark brown door of Room 403 was closed again, partitioning Eric and his "Red Gloves" squad from the creatures in the room.

They instantly recovered their grasp of their bodies, but their legs seemed to be seriously injured. Whether they raised their feet or bent their knees, it seemed a bit difficult.

Eric didn't bother to check his injuries and quickly turned his eyes to the palm of his hand that closed the door and its owner.

It was a young man wearing a classic hat and a black robe. His facial features were ordinary, making people unable to have deep memories, and he would forget them if he turned his head.

"I sincerely suggest that you go back now and leave the matter to the Archbishop or senior deacons. Of course, you have another option, that is, make a wish to me. I am a wandering magician named Merlin Hermes, who is best at satisfying other people's wishes." Klein spared no effort to deceive others into making wishes to him.

Just now, when he saw the rotten face on the convex belly window, he suddenly had a bad premonition, so he came to confirm what was going on.

Satisfy wishes…Eric recalled the education he received during his training in the Holy Church:

Some high-sequence extraordinary people may be in a state of being detained and sealed. They will pretend to be magical items that satisfy their wishes to induce you to help them get out of trouble. Corresponding examples are: magic lamps and wish pools that can satisfy three wishes...

Is this a high-sequence extraordinary person? But he doesn't look like he is imprisoned and sealed... Eric glanced around and thought for a few seconds, and asked tentatively:

“If we don’t make a wish to you, will you not resolve the abnormalities in the room?”

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the wandering magician who called himself Merlin Hermes fell into deep thought and showed some distress.

A few seconds later, Klein raised his hand and stroked the top hat on his head, half-smile and half-sighed:

"I will try to solve it even if you don't make a wish."

"... Do you need to recite your honorable name or real name to make a wish to you?" Eric asked after exchanging glances with the team members.

Klein shook his head:

"No, just say your wish."

This will not create a mysterious connection... Eric tentatively said in a joke:

"Then I hope the abnormalities in this room will be resolved and will no longer have an impact on the surroundings."

Klein outlined his smile, patted his palm and said:

“Your wish will be fulfilled.”

Without waiting for Eric to respond, he smiled and said:

"The exceptions inside can suppress extraordinary characteristics and invalidate the corresponding abilities, but this is not absolute.

"Often when encountering this situation, my suggestion is..."

While speaking, Klein grabbed a glass ball with his left hand, took out a glass ball in his eyeballs, and twisted the handle with his right palm to make the door open a little.

Then, he passed through the gap and threw the glass ball into the interior of Room 403.

During the flight of this glass ball, it constantly absorbed the light around it and burst out with brilliant, pure, extreme sunlight, just like a shrinking sun.

The next second, Klein closed the door in his right palm so that Eric and others could not bear the eyes of him.

"My suggestion is to use the '1' level seal in the 'Sun' field for cover purification." While finishing the sentence just now, Klein remembered the "mutated sun holy emblem" behind the Chanis Gate in Tingen. Although this is just a '3' level seal, as long as it is given enough time, it can still solve the rotten creatures inside.

Eric was about to say that we were carrying similar seals, but we didn't have the chance to use them, and then he saw Mr. Merlin Hermes reopening the door to Room 403.

The six figures inside had evaporated out of thin air, and different extraordinary characteristics were slowly condensed, and the original cold and stinky smell was completely melted by the warm and gentle feeling.

"Solved?" Eric asked hesitated.

Klein smiled and shook his head:

“No, the root cause of the problem is still there.

"Have you ever conducted an identity investigation on the owners here?"

Eric immediately replied:

"He called himself John, an astronomy enthusiast, liked to study the stars at night with a special telescope."

Studying the starry sky... Klein walked into the room calmly and ordered casually:

"You search here for possible clues."

For some reason, Eric suddenly felt that Mr. Merlin Hermes was like the captain when he first joined the "Night Watcher", professional, calm and trustworthy.

He nodded to the members of his team and signaled them to do as they were told.

He himself was still following Klein, not only providing help but also taking necessary warnings.

Klein ignored him, glanced at him, approached the exquisite astronomy telescope, then bent down and turned his eyes towards the port.

This may be dangerous... Eric was going to make a reminder, but when he thought that the other party showed a very high position and level, he closed his mouth again.

At this time, Klein saw a dazzling and dreamy dark night sky through the astronomical telescope, and every star there was slightly flickering.

Suddenly, his vision was occupied by a huge eye.
Chapter completed!