Detective Moriarty, whose mental state suddenly improved for some reason, looked at the former aristocratic mansion in front of him and shook his head slightly.
His evaluation was that it was not as good as Prince Edsac's Red Rose Manor.
"Sir, my master is already waiting for you." Angelo, who had tidied up his appearance, turned sideways, raised his hand slightly towards the entrance of the garden where waiters and workers were coming and going, and led the curious people behind him to watch, full of excitement.
Klein, who filled the garden with a large amount of building materials and several workers discussing things, skillfully avoided the obstacles piled on the ground and successfully entered the main house located at the back of the garden.
With the help of Miller Carter's money, the environment of the main hall of the main house has become more complete than when Louis Evans was invited to explore the basement a few days ago. The bright glass ornaments are hung on the roof, supported by the added gas light, reflecting the
The soft painted tiles on the ceiling sparkle.
Miller Carter, who was sitting alone on an ordinary wooden chair directing the workers, seemed to hear the movement behind him. He turned his head uncertainly and stared at the workers with slightly turbid eyes, as if stained by oil.
Sherlock Moriarty, who had regained a certain amount of energy and exuded a mature and calm temperament, nodded affirmatively and took the initiative to say hello:
"Good afternoon, Mr. Moriarty."
"You are indeed as mature and wise as your academic qualifications."
Holding the right hand extended by Mr. Carter, Klein put a smile on his lips and said jokingly:
"Thank you for your trust, Mr. Carter. You own such a big house. Just the indescribably beautiful painted tiles on the roof make me nervous enough. I really don't know what I can do to help you?"
Carter, who had deep wrinkles on his face and a serious expression, furrowed his brows a few times, but within a second, a somewhat stiff smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
His gaze passed over Klein vaguely, looking back and looking at the temporary butler he had just promoted, his voice was slightly hoarse.
"Didn't Angelo introduce it to you? I plan to ask you to investigate the hidden room in the basement?"
"No, how could it be? Mr. Angelo is a very responsible housekeeper, but I regretted it when I saw the decorations in your house." Klein, who had already begun to enter Moriarty's persona, said
He looked around casually and said with a careless smile, "I'm afraid there are some valuable antiques in the basement. If those are damaged, I can't afford to pay for them."
With that said, Klein silently let go of Mr. Carter's hand and took two steps back.
This way of speaking is not Klein's style. It can even be said to be completely opposite to him. However, after experiencing the incident with Ambassador Intis and the summons of His Highness the Prince, Klein became more determined to use the sealed artifact in his hand to advance in advance.
Create an image that is very different from your original image.
He remembered very clearly that in the books solidified by "Mystery", the name corresponding to Sequence Six of "Soothsayer" was "Faceless Man". Based on the literal meaning and the sensory reasoning he had experienced with Rosago before, "Faceless Man"
The role of "person" should involve playing the part of others, and it is definitely more than just changing appearance and appearance.
Although I don’t know if this kind of role-playing in advance is helpful for “digestion”, a separate identity is also more conducive to my covert actions... I just don’t know when I will be able to act like a real professor. I remember
The flaw Holmes discovered in the professor's home was a priceless oil painting... With a little regret and maintaining a mature temperament, Klein blinked, took the initiative to break the embarrassment, and asked about the commission.
price.
After the divination on the carriage just now, there is no danger in investigating Mr. Carter's basement.
"Haha, it was just a little joke."
"Mr. Carter, I think even if there are really antiques in the basement, I can take them out intact for you. I have always been very interested in history."
"Mr. Angelo told me in the car just now that the commission fee is fifty pounds. You are really a generous patron."
Mr. Carter, who realized that he had been made a joke, was startled for a moment, and then nodded blankly, with a somewhat unsightly look on his face.
He could understand that this was Detective Moriarty's dissatisfaction with calling him in at noon, but the old-school gentleman's habits still made him feel a little offended.
"I don't really expect there to be any antiques in there." The old gentleman muttered. His body's long-established habits restrained his urge to touch his forehead, and his raised right hand was a little overwhelmed.
As if he hesitated for a second, he put down his right hand slowly, glanced at the pair of ice blue eyes that had always been so plain, and suggested:
"If you can go down now, I don't think we need to waste time signing the contract."
In fact, I don’t have a contract either... After arriving in Backlund, Klein, who has been troubled by various matters, has obviously forgotten about finding a lawyer and specifying a contract. Now there is one less thing to worry about, and he is doing well.
He nodded, looking submissive.
Under the leadership of Mr. Carter and Angelo, Klein tapped the chain-blade cane in his hand and walked all the way to the basement where there was little light.
Wow.
As Angelo, who had been following Mr. Carter, lit the lantern placed in the corner of the basement, a hot and bright light ignited in this closed and dark room.
Klein, who couldn't help but squint due to the sudden light, supported the black acetate frame that was slightly lowered on the bridge of his nose. His upper and lower teeth touched lightly, and his spiritual vision was activated silently.
In the vision tainted with spiritual light, the gray-white door in front of Klein stood quietly, surrounded by a circle of ordinary darkness, without any trace of spiritual light, as if it was just an ordinary space after this.
There are not even rats, snakes or insects to help.
"I can finish the rest by myself." Klein took the lantern handed to him and looked at Angelo, who was pulling up his sleeves as if he wanted to help, and shook his head slightly.
Under the gaze of the eyes behind him, he did not make any preparations, but directly pressed against the stone door with both hands, holding his cane, and pushed open a gap without much effort.
As the heavy clanking sound stopped, Klein, who had been blessed with spiritual vision and had a certain degree of night vision, looked at one of the images.
Behind the stone door, a long and narrow corridor paved with dark stone slabs leads into the darkness. At its end, there are several wooden doors standing strong on both sides that are full of traces of time and have been conservatively corroded.
Scanning his eyes, he looked at the wooden door in the distance that was different from the style of the corridor, and could still see some exaggerated marks, as well as the scattered items left behind by the nearby workers during construction. Klein made a normal gesture backwards, carrying a lantern, step by step
Go deep.
Even judging from those wooden doors that are obviously newer, the replacement of wooden doors by the previous Viscount should have happened during the period of Emperor Roselle... Mobilizing After traveling through time and reviewing, most of the historical knowledge has been restored.
Klein nodded secretly and walked all the way to the end.
Looking at the door that was illuminated by light and everything became clear, Klein looked forward and saw only some simple wooden chairs similar in style to the door and an extremely empty hall.
He didn't stop for much, but directly held the cane and the lantern with both hands. His back connected the muscles of his arms, and the muscles bulged out. Amidst the grinding sound that made people feel sour, he slowly pushed away the tightly closed heavy body.
Shimen.
In the vision of spiritual vision, the originally black and white monotonous world was suddenly dyed with a touch of color, little spiritual lights emerged, countless stopped moving, and the entangled thin aura occupied most of the eyes.
Klein tensed his head, released his hands, and quickly took a few steps back.
The gap in the stone door no longer widened, but the aura and spiritual radiance vaguely revealed behind it did not move, and seemed to be still in place.
It's not a creature lurking underground... After waiting for a few seconds and finding that nothing had changed, Klein supported his arms again, making the gap that had been opened wider.
There was another harsh friction sound, and the heavy stone door finally opened, truly connecting the inside and outside.
At the same time, Klein, who had not yet entered the hidden room, also smelled a rotten smell mixed with fresh blood that suddenly hit his face. He pulled out the chain blade stored in the cane shell with a somewhat exaggerated movement.
The light from the lantern was not very strong, and I saw countless venomous snakes of various colors and types on the floor of the empty and cold hall. They were tightly entwined with each other regardless of you or me, one by one or hugging each other into a ball.
Or they are intertwined and clustered together, and a greasy and evil nauseating feeling comes over your face.
Although this scene was already strange enough, what really put Klein on guard was the terrifying group of snakes that covered the entire ground. Without exception, all of them were dead.
Most of the venomous snakes intertwined on the ground have shown signs of decay, their sharp fangs stained with dirty black and purple, and a faint scarlet mist hovers above the pile of corpses, lingering.
Feeling the dead spirituality that filled the hall, Klein's brows almost knitted together.
Not long ago, a large-scale evil ceremony was held here!
Considering that he was underground, even though he was sweating profusely, Klein did not pay attention to his spirituality and activated the flame attached to the chain blade in his hand. In this case, this weapon could hardly inspire extraordinary power.
"What exactly happened here?" Klein asked in a deep voice to the empty left side without turning his head.
The light in the air distorted silently. Under the rippling colorless ripples, the bodyguard lady, who was as delicate as a doll, revealed her body. There was a trace of solemnity hidden in her blue eyes and her voice was ethereal.
"The breath of 'devil'."
"demon"?
Klein subconsciously thought of the "demon" murder case he encountered in the early morning, and couldn't help but have a suspicion.
Could this be the lair where the "devil" hides?
Although the basement hidden in the Viscount's mansion is cold and cold, since it has been without an owner for many years, it is very likely to become a perfect lair for these evil forces to hide, and it is indeed not easy to find it.
But judging from the frequency of reports in newspapers, it seems that this "demon" has no need to use non-intelligent creatures to perform rituals.
Klein subconsciously wanted to explore inside, but as soon as he stepped out with his left foot, he immediately took it back.
Although he had seen the scenes of many horrific extraordinary events and his own hands were stained with blood, he could not take the step in front of him at this time.
When he was still Zhou Mingrui, snakes had always been his shadow, not to mention that there were so many of them in front of him now!
Cough, everything here is just death, everything here is just death... The cold sweat behind him has soaked his shirt, and it keeps getting wetter. Klein keeps hinting to himself in his heart, trying to overcome his fear.
Finally, under the slightly curious eyes of the bodyguard, Klein took a difficult step. His movements were stiff and sluggish. After making progress, he gradually became normal.
He cautiously bypassed most of the snake carcasses piled up in the center of the hall, almost sticking to the walls covered with slash marks from knives and axes, and walked to the middle and rear of the hall where there were no poisonous snake carcasses.
Are these ruins from the Quaternary Age?
He looked at the huge columns that he had ignored just now, most of which were distributed in the corners, and the dark black stone slabs all around.
Klein was facing the metal round poles hanging from the high dome. His eyes kept looking at the candlestick composed of round poles with different creatures carved on the lower ends, and he looked sideways.
Inverted candlesticks, traces of knife and axe, deep black... these are the iconic features of the fourth season's architecture.
As a former history student and one of the few auxiliary talents in the Blackthorn Security Company, Klein has seen many similar records in the literature.
He raised the lantern in his hand high and moved forward slowly while counting the candlesticks neatly distributed on both sides.
It took Klein a full two minutes in the overly wide hall to completely count the number of candlesticks.
"Left 41, right 40, this is the standard standard for a great noble. This is Backlund. This and which family does it belong to, Antigonus? Or Zaratul?"
He murmured to himself, shook his head slightly, and immediately refuted his judgment, causing the bodyguard lady who was floating aside to look sideways with little curiosity in her eyes.
"No, it shouldn't be the Zaratul family. The capital of the ancient Solomon Empire was not Backlund. Judging from the area where the ruins are distributed, Roen's current territory should be the Tudor Empire and Trunthos after the demise of the original Solomon Empire.
The part occupied by one of the special empires, it is more likely that it is the remains of the Antigonus family..."
The document that Mr. Azik entrusted Klein to collect happened to mention a similar inference on the territories of the three empires.
Finally, Klein, who had retraced his steps, returned to the part where he first saw the candlestick.
In this grand and empty hall, he felt a little small. Although the hall here was definitely not as good as the ancient palace that looked like a giant's residence above the gray mist, this did not affect Klein's admiration for history at this time.
This can definitely be called a major discovery!
Just when he was about to sigh, the spiritual intuition in his brain suddenly vibrated. Klein, who had relaxed slightly, suddenly tensed up and turned his body sharply, his eyes sharp.
Under the light of the lanterns, the corresponding high place was extremely silent. There was no trace of spirituality on the half-meter-high platform. Only two tall black ancient seats sat silently here, looking down at everything.