In the luxuriously decorated master bedroom, Mr. Luogo, who had not slept a wink last night, stared blankly at the ceiling decorated with reliefs. His swollen brown eyeballs were surrounded by bloodshot eyes.
Although his reason told him that he should sleep, his son's pitiful appearance prevented him from closing his eyes.
Poor Adol, if something goes wrong with you, how should I explain it to Martha... The noise outside the house became more and more harsh. Mr. Luogo, who was fat and had his shirt and trousers stretched tight, turned over.
He stood up and shouted outside the house in a rough voice:
"Hank, what's going on out there?"
The noise outside the house suddenly stopped, and the rare silence lasted for about a second or two. The butler Hank, who was also mentally weak, knocked on the door and bowed to his master apologetically.
"Sorry sir, although I know you are resting, Miss Dilcha insisted that I wake you up. She wanted to ask something about the young master."
Behind the tough old butler, a short figure with a golden head was walking back and forth.
"I can't sleep anyway. If I can help Adol, I'll be happy to accept Miss Dilcha's investigation."
The jeweler dragged his fat and heavy body out of the bed little by little. With the help of the housekeeper, he put on his coat in a hurry and led Xio to another small living room.
"Miss Dilcha, whatever you want to ask, as long as it doesn't involve some secrets, I can tell you." Mr. Luogo took a deep sip of the steaming coffee, trying to make himself look energetic, and swallowed it in big gulps.
Xio, who was sitting across from him, felt a chill when he saw the movement.
Will you really not burn yourself?
Xio, who originally just wanted to hold off this gentleman and buy Forsi some time, suddenly felt a little sore in his nose, blinked slightly, and said in a deep voice:
"I want to know when Adol met those bad friends, and when did he become like this?"
The enamel coffee cup was gently placed on the tray decorated with exquisite patterns, and a faint hint of apology flashed across Mr. Luogo's fat face.
"Sorry, Miss Dilcha, I don't know very well. In fact, I don't even know where Adlu's friends come from, and I don't know what time he comes home."
He glanced at the butler standing beside him and continued:
"But I think Hank should know better than me. The servants at home also know some other things, which may be useful to you."
I'm still trying to figure out how to get him to find all the servants to buy Fors time...Xio glanced at Mr. Luo Ge's eyes that were full of sincerity and apology, and then with the natural majesty of the "arbiter",
Raised his voice.
"I agree with your idea, so please call those servants over now."
"Hopefully they can provide me with some useful clues."
Mr. Logo waved to Hank on the side.
"Go and call all the servants who have nothing to do now, as well as Adol's personal servant, and ask him to come too."
After hearing the master's order, Mr. Hank, who had deep wrinkles on his cheeks, hesitated a little. He glanced at Hugh undisguisedly, full of wariness.
However, professionalism and loyalty to Mr. Luo Ge still drove this gentleman to suppress his will and quickly go to summon the servants in each room.
The door of the small living room was gently closed. Mr. Luo Ge, whose fatigue could not be concealed at all, smiled slumped, covered his eyes in an unseemly manner, and said in the direction of Xio:
"Miss Dilcha, if you find anything, I would like you to at least help me severely punish the idiot who scared Adol into such a state, although I don't really believe that you can really help Adol get out of this state.
, but your reputation in the East District makes me believe that you can teach that ball a lesson by pressing it in the mud."
His fingers kept stroking his face, leaving white marks on his fat face.
Although he cared about his son very much, he could not rely on the power of the police because of his reputation... Xio recalled the gossip spread by the bartender when he first saw Mr. Luogo's commission.
It has been about four or five days since his son Yatru became like this.
"I hope you can help me teach him a lesson, and I will give you extra reward."
The messy footsteps outside the living room were getting closer and closer. Mr. Luo Ge returned to his normal sitting posture. Although he was still tired, he couldn't see the situation when he covered his face and begged Hugh to "teach someone a lesson".
It's really complicated...Xiu nodded slightly.
"good."
............
It seems that Xio has lured everyone there... On the wall of Mr. Luogo's house, a face that appeared strangely on the surface of the wall slowly sank in. Foer, who had just "opened the door" to briefly monitor other rooms,
Si weighed the sterling silver knife in his hand and curled his lips.
She forgot to bring the silver dagger used in the ceremony this time, so she had to borrow a tableware from the servant here.
Anyway, they are all made of pure silver. The silver dagger used in the ceremony only helps me breathe out spirituality, so there should be no problem, right?
Adol, who was wrapped in a thick blanket in the living room, still buried his head deeply in his collar. Forsi started from the corner, raised his right arm high, and carefully spit out his spirituality from the tip of the knife, trying not to cause any trouble.
Adol's attention.
Invisible and shallow spirituality was scattered in the corners of the room. As Forsi completed her last action, she waved her raised right arm lightly, and the originally scattered spirituality was instantly combined to form a solid wall.
"Sure enough, as long as it's pure silver, it won't be a big problem." Forsi looked at the spiritual wall he had barely erected with satisfaction and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Adol, who was in the thick pile, raised his head. He felt that the cold power in his body was getting stronger, and the sounds that made him irritated were gradually disappearing.
"Hehehe..."
There was an inhuman sound coming from his throat, and Forsi, who was preparing spiritual materials, couldn't help but frown when he heard it.
Does the existence of the spiritual wall help the undead residue on Adol gain better strength?
The movements of Forsi's hands couldn't help but speed up.
She was here to get rid of the undead, not to feed herself a monster that could easily kill her.
The three candles were placed in order. Forsi looked at the hastily built simple altar and suddenly felt a little unsure.
With such perfunctory altars and rituals, Mr. Fool won’t think I’m blasphemous, right?
But the strange screams of Adol behind him became louder and louder. Forsi, whose hearing had been somewhat strengthened by the torture of the full moon, even heard the sound of some cloth mosuo.
No, he needs to get out of that blanket!
Without any hesitation, Forsi knelt down devoutly in front of the candle symbolizing Mr. Fool, and prayed in a low voice:
"A fool who does not belong to this era..."
"I pray for your favor and ask you to expel the filth from this innocent man."
The candlelight on the simple altar swelled instantly, and a thin mist poured out from the flames. The swaying light and shadow were projected on the mist, and the illusive and hazy scene seemed to be on the edge of taking shape.
"Mr. Fool isn't really angry, is he?"
A drop of cold sweat dripped down Forsi's forehead, and the sound of the fabric rubbing behind her disappeared, replaced by extremely heavy footsteps.
From a spiritual perspective, the dark green on Adol's body almost covers his entire spiritual body.
Under the control of the undead, he crawled towards Forsi who was kneeling on the ground, his saliva hanging on the sharp tiger teeth, and his eyes bloodshot.
"A fool who does not belong to this era!"
As Forsi prayed again, the illusory and uncertain projection finally solidified. The palace towering above the spiritual world dominated reality. Seven rays of pure light flashed. The spiritual power extended along the gray mist and surged behind Forsi.
...
"Finally caught up..."
Klein, who had just come out of Detective Essinger's house and got rid of Louis Evans, wiped away the non-existent sweat on the long bronze table and leaned against the cold back of the chair.
After hearing Miss Magician's prayer, Klein, who was on the street and there was no bathroom for him to hide in, had to return to Detective Essinger's house and shamelessly borrowed the old gentleman's bathroom.
"Tell me, is this useful?"
He glanced to his side. The "Mystery" floating next to the seat of "The Fool" was staring at the picture among the crimson stars, with his hands folded in front of his chest.
"It is not a powerful undead in the first place, but a spiritual residue that is replenishing itself. Even if you do nothing but release the power of the gray mist, it will disappear on its own and return to the spirit world."
"Is this considered a kind of aggregation?" Klein asked thoughtfully based on his knowledge of occult science.
"Secret" looked at him in surprise.
"Yes, you have become smarter."
Without waiting for Klein to speak, he explained the principle behind it.
"As you know from the internal information of Nighthawks, all mysterious powers come from extraordinary characteristics and the spirit world. Although many spirit world creatures can use abilities without extraordinary characteristics, they all rely on the connection between themselves and the spirit world.
relationship, through which the corresponding powers of various symbols in the spiritual world are mobilized.”
"In other words, I can regard the spirit world as an extraordinary characteristic, but it is like a server and does not belong to anyone. But can creatures in the spirit world receive power from here?"
Klein thought thoughtfully, looking at the undead spirits that had been dispersed in the field of vision of the crimson stars, and asked without turning his head.
"It can be understood this way, but the spiritual world is not an extraordinary characteristic, it is just an extension of something."
"Secret" was silent for a few seconds, his tone hesitant.
Not an extraordinary characteristic, but an accessory to something?
The corners of Klein's mouth suddenly twitched, and his vision focused on the crimson stars became somewhat distracted.
He remembered the projection he saw when he first summoned himself and experimented with the sacrificial ritual for the first time.
This palace standing in the gray mist is obviously high above the spiritual world, high above the seven lights.
And my own honorable name is "The Great Master of the Spiritual World"... Although he felt a strong sense of absurdity, he did not ask anything to the person beside him.
After several lessons, he has deeply remembered that knowing some things is not necessarily a good thing.
In the picture, Forsi is still kneeling on the ground, and behind her, Adol, who was originally possessed by the undead spirit, fell to the ground on his back. The dark green covering the spirit body disappeared, but the light color can still be seen.
The teenager continued to supplement his nutrition.
"I heard your prayer."
The deep voice of "The Fool" was directed towards the crimson stars, exploding in Forsi's ears, echoing layer by layer.
...
"Praise Mr. Fool, thank you for your greatness and favor."
Forsi, who was kneeling on her knees, clasped her hands in front of her chest, nodded piously, and the influence projected on the surface of the mist disintegrated before her eyes.
Phew...I must thank Mr. "Fool" again at the next Tarot meeting.
All three candles on the simple altar were extinguished. Forsi patted the non-existent dust on her skirt and stood up leisurely.
She habitually glanced at Adol, who was lying on his back on the floor behind her, with her spiritual vision. After making sure that the undead spirit on him had disappeared, she let out a long sigh of relief.
Although she hasn't found out the young master's bad friends yet, the commission money has been obtained... She turned the sterling silver knife in her palm quite confidently, and waved forward lightly, forming a solid spiritual wall.
Disintegrates immediately.
Due to the spiritual barrier, even though Yatru made various noises in the living room just now, he did not attract a single servant.
The empty living room was extremely quiet, or the whole house was unusually quiet, with only the faint sounds of conversations coming from distant rooms.
It seems like it’s not over yet on Xio’s end?
Unfortunately, the "apprentice's" potion didn't enhance his physical strength much. Panting, Forsi dragged Adol back to the blanket on the ground and massaged it a little, pretending that he was sleeping soundly.
Adol on the sofa was almost wrapped into a rice dumpling. Forsi looked at his masterpiece and clapped his hands gently.
"Okay, perfect."
............
"I just interrupted you, Detective Essinger."
As soon as he came out of the bathroom, Klein bumped into Detective Essinger holding a pile of documents in his arms, and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
"It's nothing, the time we talked about just now was indeed a bit too long."
The detective with a strong face obviously didn't care, but waved his hand quite straightforwardly.
He smiled and pulled out a document wrapped in brown paper from the pile of documents in his arms, and handed it to Klein, whose hands were still a little wet.
"I just received an offer from my assistant, but I've been busy with other things recently. If it's convenient for you, why don't you help me take a look?"
Are you taking the initiative to introduce me to work?
Even if he is an "alumni" who graduated from the same university, isn't Detective Essinger too enthusiastic?
Klein took the document hesitantly, deftly opened the white thread sealing the paper buckle, and took out a handwritten letter from it.
"Dear Detective Essinger..."
One letter was written more tactfully, but Klein still read what the woman really wanted to express.
"Her fiancé suddenly disappeared? And he was at home?"
"Yes, this Mr. Nyus Andre disappeared from his home and didn't show up for several days, so his fiancée came to me for help."
Detective Essinger gave a definite answer.
He disappeared in his own home. There was no sign of a fight, no luggage was packed, and there is no other news until now. He disappeared from the world?
Klein held the letter paper covered with Juanxiu's handwriting and nodded gently.
"Sherlock, if you have time, can you help me take over this job?"
"You know, I have to deal with things over at Silveras Field recently."
Klein almost frowned when he heard Detective Essinger suddenly change his name to something more intimate.
This gentleman is also an extraordinary person... He gave up the idea of on-site divination and nodded slightly.
Anyway, there is no warning from spiritual intuition, so I might as well be bold...