The thin gray mist was still flowing in its already established direction, but the grand giant palace-like residence suddenly became dead.
"You want me to help you get back to your uninjured state?"
"Or do you want to return to your strongest state?"
"Secret" suddenly straightened his body, and his sitting posture was no longer lazy and casual, but extremely tight, as if facing a formidable enemy.
Although he did not wear a hood as usual, golden lines slowly appeared on the pure black cloak, and his dark pupils were accompanied by dots of silver, like morning stars.
Klein was not surprised by the sudden change in his body. Instead, as if he had expected it, he just nodded slowly, his voice still calm.
"I just want to ask you to help me get rid of the pain on my body."
"Let me return to the way I was before I encountered Lanrevus."
Less obviously, the tense "Secret" breathed a sigh of relief, and the strange appearance on his body gradually became dim.
"Okay, your wish has come true."
There was no spiritual fluctuation, just a promise, but Klein actually felt a warmth in his spiritual body.
The "Secret" sitting upright had no desire to talk to him anymore, closed his eyes, leaned lightly on the back of the chair that symbolized "the world", and remained silent.
Well, anyway, I have achieved my original intention... Klein, who was in a depressed mood, took a deep look at the high-backed chair opposite the long bronze table. The pattern was almost consistent with the "Fool" mark, and the body was made up of spirituality.
It faded in an instant and disappeared under a burst of deep red.
On the everlasting gray fog, calm was restored once again.
Under the huge dome, the light spread by the crimson stars suddenly distorted, and the "mysterious" figure suddenly disappeared, and immediately appeared in the seat of "The Fool", and the humanized brilliance in his eyes was swept away.
The golden lines on his body and the silvery white in his eyes were more serious than before. Under the dark robe, streams of green and black mist were entangled, as if they would condense into smooth tentacles at any time and wave towards the sky.
"It's so pervasive. Ha, is this the distortion of the 'Djinn'?"
"If I hadn't asked him about his true wish just now, would you have wanted to snatch his body from me and directly resurrect me in his body?"
His pale hands clenched the corners of the long bronze table, with veins popping out and joints deformed. The "mysterious" body could not help but tremble, but his voice was strangely calm.
His pitch-black eyes, which are as white as the starry sky, are sometimes cold and sometimes crazy, as if he is on a tightrope between cliffs. If he is not careful, he will fall into the abyss.
Suddenly, without warning, a huge illusory clock unfolded at the feet of "Mystery". At the same time, a monocle made of crystal appeared and was fixed on the socket of his right eye. Countless ghosts were detained.
Shadows flicker quickly.
when!
The power of time joins the race, trying its best to overcome the loopholes that symbolize "mistakes".
But as the confrontation gradually reached a stalemate, as if it were made up of insects, the illusory clock in blue, black and gray gradually lost its power, and the hazy shadow on the monocle made of crystal became more and more real, as if if it took a further step, it would be able to return completely.
On the ferocious face of "Secret", the pale skin is already ulcerated, and worms stained with green and black are about to break out of the skin!
...
Boom!
In the deep darkness somewhere, a bolt of lightning pierced the sky and illuminated the surrounding area.
At the end of a plain full of ravines, a figure was looking down at the endless darkness in the deep and broken walls under the edge of the ravine.
The white of the lightning kept lighting up, and through the intermittent light, one could barely see the unreal thickness and breadth of the bottom of the ravine, which seemed to be a vast area of gray and white.
Suddenly, the figure standing on the edge of the broken wall seemed to feel something. He raised his hand and pinched his right eye, using the crystal monocle, and subconsciously looked up into the sky and into the endless distance.
"How could..." He whispered in confusion, but the spirituality in his body surged subconsciously, and the light on his lenses flickered.
Without warning, a huge phantom of a clock rose from the ground, far more majestic than the illusory clock above the gray mist at the same time.
...
when!
The distant bells echo across the distance of time and space.
In the gray-white mist above reality, it didn't look like reality. The crystal lenses worn in the "mysterious" eye sockets shattered silently. The green-black mist under the robe dissipated instantly, and the transparent worm that was about to tear the skin slowly retracted into the body.
, no longer manic.
"Secret", who was about to fall off the stone chair, stabilized his figure and climbed up with some difficulty, extremely tired.
He leaned on the back of the tall chair, and a smile suddenly appeared on his paler face. His weak body trembled with the low laughter, and he smiled extremely happily and reluctantly.
It wasn't until he vented most of his emotions that he calmed down a little, and said to himself in front of the ubiquitous gray mist:
"False is all false. Since it is false, how can it become true? Even you cannot create uniqueness at will and deprive the direction of destiny at will."
"Let's just wait here honestly. You are more capable than me, aren't you?"
As he said this, he seemed to have thought of some of the moments that were about to happen in the future, as if they were a fait accompli, and he laughed crazily again, wantonly mocking fate, the biggest bastard.
............
On the plain shrouded in darkness, Amon stood quietly on the edge of the cliff. The clock behind him had long since disappeared, but he still did not withdraw his gaze towards the distance.
On the crystal lens in his right eye, strips of light symbolizing information from the spiritual world were rapidly reorganizing and then fragmenting, making it difficult to piece together into an understandable pattern.
"Tsk, it's secret. I don't know if it's the night or Himself."
Amon regretfully held the lenses stuck in his eye sockets, his eyes lowered.
"Obviously we have lost control, but we are still facing the torture of the 'Lord of Secrets'. This situation is even more serious than my father back then..."
After a pause, his face returned to its most common expression, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he looked under the broken wall in the light of lightning.
The gray-white buildings that seem to stretch endlessly stand tall, and the weight of history suppresses the presence of everything around them, like tombstones of a forgotten era.
The smile on Amon's face dimmed a little, and then grew brighter.
He jumped into the abyss in front of him without taking any measures.
The darkness above the plain became darker and darker. The staggered thick lightnings subsided for a second, and then the unprecedented bright white forest fell from the sky, destroying all traces on the broken wall.
............
In the simple hotel room, the lights were dim. Klein, who was removing the layers of bandages and splints on his left arm and arranging his clothes, stopped and subconsciously looked out the window.
In the dark night that was extremely warm just now, the low-pressure lead clouds became increasingly dense, and an oppressive atmosphere enveloped the entire Backlund. In the deep darkness, the moist air was mixed with thick rain, and it seemed that the moment was approaching.
"Is it going to rain?" Klein, who had recovered from his injuries but had not yet had time to put on his coat, walked to the window and closed the leaky wooden window tightly, frowning slightly in confusion.
Although it was not unusual to rain in Backlund, and there were dark clouds during the day, the rain without warning still gave him a bad premonition.
Especially combined with the sudden changes in the "mystery" above the gray fog just now, his heart was even more turbulent at this time.
The half-body who possessed divinity and wielded powerful power was not at ease. The changes just now seemed to confirm his original explanation and the reason why he would separate Klein, the "human half".
"Take a step and see..." Klein stood in front of the window and couldn't help but sigh. Without the light of the red moon, the world in front of him became more like his former hometown, which was intoxicating.
This sentence is in Chinese.
Boom!
Thunder instantly cut through the dark clouds, and big raindrops hit the broken wooden windows with a bang. Then, the downpour was like a waterfall hanging from the sky, and a layer of white mist gradually fell on the greasy glass, making it wet.
world.
............
Dunn stared at the white mist in front of him and remained silent.
He just went to the sewer where the rotting male corpse was found again, but he did not encounter the extremely powerful rat with extraordinary power yesterday again.
What made him even more solemn was that the corpse he had dragged to the middle of the sewer platform had disappeared!
This shows that the murderer who created the rotting male corpse case is still hanging around, and will even "patronize" the victims he has killed again.
"Mr. Evans, Captain Ikanser is back." Carlson, who was dressed strictly, came from behind Dunn and raised his voice.
Dunn, who was staring at the heavy rain, tightened his thoughts, turned around dissatisfied, and said in a mellow voice:
"Then can I report to Deacon Ikanser now?"
This is a three-story house near the Lever Church. It is the Mechanical Heart team disguised as "Backlund's Mechanical Research Society".
Carlson, who was newly sent to deal with Dunn, looked at this "Nightmare", a son of a large family who was recruited as an informant, and said unfocusedly:
"Okay, the captain is waiting for you in the office."
I don't know if it was an illusion, but he saw a smile suddenly rise at the corner of Evans's mouth, and then disappeared after blinking.
Carlson shook his head, assuming that his mind was dizzy from studying electromagnetic theory. He quickly walked to an office door and knocked on it a few times.
"Captain, Mr. Evans is here."
After receiving the answer, he opened the door and gestured for Dunn to go in alone.
Dunn, who looked serious, did not refuse, adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses that were slightly loose on the bridge of his nose, and walked in generously.
"Deacon Ikanser, I think I found a clue to the case of the rotting male corpse."
Ikanser, whose hair was still messy and had severe dark circles under his eyes, was startled for a moment, put down his hands that were sorting the scattered documents on the table, nodded slightly in surprise, and motioned for Dunn to continue.
Without hesitation, Dunn took out the ID belonging to Larry Byrne from the inside of his maroon coat and pushed it from the table to Ikanser.
"I used my identity as a reporter to sort out various information about the case of the rotten male corpse. I found that most of the places where the corpse was found were near Hope Road. After further investigation, I found a new corpse in the sewer of Hope Road yesterday.
Corpse."
"The victim is an employee of Backlund Exchange, and he has multiple corrosive injuries on his body." As he spoke, he paused, and then slowly said under Ikanser's questioning eyes, "But this afternoon, I discovered that
