If I only read these letters, I can't tell that Mr. Andre is an extraordinary person with a cold personality... Klein's spiritual intuition was suddenly touched, and he slowly put the letter in his hand back to its original position.
, the "substitute" on the right palm instantly touched a spiritual thread behind him.
I didn't notice anything weird here before... He looked back and saw a gray-white shadow standing stiffly in mid-air, with a face with only a mouth facing him.
Can Mr. Andre command spirits?
Is he an Extraordinary of the "Corpse Collector" path?
Klein got a little closer to the spirit that almost blended in with the coldness in the room, and found that unlike the undead he usually encountered, it didn't seem to be craving Azik's copper whistle.
boom!
The air bullets attached to the spirit were shot from Klein's fingertips. The spirit body nailed in the air was broken into several pieces and disappeared into the air in an instant.
Is this the end?
He raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.
So what is this spirit body used for? It can't even deal with Sequence Nine Extraordinaries, it can only scare ordinary people.
If this is the only anti-theft measure in this house, it is somewhat different from what I imagined... Klein quickly checked the entire house and found that except for this incredibly weak spirit body,
There were no extraordinary traces left in the entire house.
Could it be that Mr. Andre's sequence is actually not high, only sequence nine, so he can only use spirits of this level?
After Backlund witnessed too many mutations that did not belong to the category of "Joker", Klein suddenly felt that his thinking had a tendency to change.
Right, low-sequences like Sequence Nine and Sequence Eight are the largest groups in the Extraordinary World... He carefully returned the letters placed on the bedside table to their original places, and then looked in the direction of No. 32.
The owner of that house was also within the scope of Klein's suspicion.
But after experiencing the own goal on the 30th, Klein was no longer sure.
Forget it, it's here anyway... He shook his head slightly, and his body instantly sank back into the shadows.
...
Um?
In a cheap hotel in the Backlund Bridge area, Nyus Andrelade, who was reading relevant information about the Russell Exhibition, suddenly froze on the spot.
He lost contact with the spirit he had placed in his home!
"Could it be that the official Beyonder discovered my anomaly?" He stood up from the easy chair with some caution, took out a dark red eyeball from the coat hanging aside, and gently placed it on his right eye.
above.
Feeling the throbbing of spirituality, the dark red prosthetic eye instantly woke up. The shell that originally reflected the shimmer softened little by little. Thin blood vessels grew from the smooth surface and slowly connected to the right side of Nyus Andrelade.
On his eyelids, it replaced the vision of his right eye.
In the murky field of vision, the bedroom at No. 30 Rue Verde was clearly in the middle.
On the decorative wardrobe pattern in the room, a translucent eye rotated, scanning the entire bedroom, and finally settled on a pile of stationery on the bedside table.
No footprints or other traces left?
The translucent eyeballs moved through the darkness in the room and appeared in several other rooms in the independent house very quickly, scanning around a few times.
There are no traces of human activity?
Nyus Andrelade, who was still in the hotel, suddenly turned pale.
His spirit body will not commit suicide innocently!
Is it an accident, or is there a middle-order man who is good at manipulating spirits who searched my house just now... His cheeks suddenly trembled, and he slowly took off the eyeball connected to his right eye through bloodshot eyes, and with his right hand
A sudden tug.
The eyeball that lost its blood and spiritual supply instantly returned to a smooth surface, and the moist surface gradually hardened.
Nyus Andrelade wiped the blood on his eyelids, stuffed the dark red prosthetic eye in his palm back into his coat pocket, and then took out some bottles and cans from the other pocket, familiar with
A ceremony was arranged that led nowhere.
"The great master of the abyss..."
Drops of bright red blood flowed into the ritual track. In the house on Wildy Street, the spirit body in the bedroom that had just been shot by Klein with an air bullet reappeared in the same place as if time had been reversed. The gray-white figure turned around and got back.
into a dark and cold corner.
In the hotel, the wound that Nius Andrelad made on his finger healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. He smelled the choking smell of sulfur in the air and sat back on the easy chair without caring.
This is a ritual recorded in the inheritance of the Andrerad family, which directly points to the great being in the abyss who calls himself the "dark side of the universe".
Although in a practical sense, a Sequence 8 "cold-blooded" like him cannot summon powerful servants through rituals, this is the only method he can use for monitoring now.
Even if the intruder discovers that the servant has been resurrected again, even if he wants to do divination, he will only make the divination target point to the one in the abyss, and this usually only has one ending.
die!
........
Woo!
On the second floor of No. 32 Wildy Street, in the corridor that ran through the entire second floor, Klein quickly passed by, looking at the door that was opened at will. Following the spiritual guidance, he flew straight to the only door that was still closed.
door.
The owner here has also not been at home for a few days, and no one even noticed the thief... He stopped at the balcony, glanced around, and found that this was the only place, and it seemed that he was free because he had no belongings.
Due to the murderous hands of the thief, it became the only intact door in the whole house except the door.
No, this statement is not quite right. After all, there are no signs of violent breaking of the other doors. Instead, it seems that someone took the key and opened them sequentially... Klein thought for a while, and the "substitute" ability was activated.
After a sweep, only his own spiritual body threads were floating in the air on the entire second floor, which was particularly conspicuous.
He moved his perspective and looked towards the first floor, and found that there were still several strange-shaped spiritual threads floating at the top of the stairs, which did not move for more than ten seconds.
It's not like the thread of a living person's spirit body... Klein mused, and touched the stairs little by little. He used the weak perspective ability brought by his spiritual vision to see the figure on the stairs deep.
Deeply etched into the eyes.
The figure was close to the wall at the corner of the stairs, with its back facing the direction of Klein. The hair on its body was thick, and the hair on the back of its head abnormally covered its neck.
It seemed that he felt the call of Azik's bronze whistle. Before Klein could continue to observe, the strange figure suddenly turned his head tremblingly and his neck creaked.
It was like a broken puppet, with the skin on its neck twisted and its body still fixed on it, but its head had turned around and looked at Klein, who was standing behind it.
"Ha..." His eyes, shining with illusive and hazy light, were opened to the limit. The cloudy eyeballs still retained the last emotion before death, and the closed mouth struggled to open.
Klein examined the remaining fear in its eyes, his lips twitching.
"boom!"
The air bullet penetrated the neck of the corpse, and the shriveled head rolled back into the darkness along the slope of the stairs, but the body still stood in place like a statue.
He has been dead for a long time... Klein shook his head indifferently, and at the same time raised his right hand with feeling. Without looking at it, he wrapped his spirituality in his fingertips and tapped his fingers three times in the void.
.
"Bang bang bang!"
Goodbye... He looked towards the direction where he had shot just now. A translucent shadow was struggling in the air at his fingertips, and blue blood was left in the air.
This is a ghost, but its spiritual body has already been exposed to the sight of the "substitute".
"Hehehe." A throat friction sound that was not like a human's sounded. The translucent shadow in the sky struggled to raise its arms, trying hard to touch Klein's body.
It kept squirming forward, but its illusory limbs were like lead. Gradually, even the fingertips could no longer move, and it could only let the blue blood flow more and more.
Klein watched all this with cold eyes, counting down silently in his heart.
"Four, three, two, one."
Snapped!
He snapped his fingers, and the shadow in front of him finally returned to the spiritual world, and the blue blood dripping on the floor instantly lost its color.
There are no extraordinary characteristics, and there are no other spiritual threads in the room... The corpse just now was a thief who "visited" after the death of the extraordinary person in this room, and this ghost was affected by the mutation caused by the death of the extraordinary person.
product?
Could it be that the remaining characteristics of that extraordinary person are still here and have been combined with something to form a sealed object, so that it affects the surrounding environment?
Klein carefully performed a divination, but got a non-dangerous result.
He frowned, and the shadow cloak surrounding his body tightened immediately, leading him into the ground, directly passing through the first floor, and descending into the basement of the house.
After penetrating the thick wall, Klein reopened his eyes and keenly captured a brown notebook placed on the wooden table. Around it, there were black iron pots, glass jars and many candles that had been extinguished.
Bronze lamp stands and other things were scattered everywhere, arranged in a haphazard manner.
At a glance, there is no spiritual brilliance found on these items, they are just ordinary items.
This is a set of utensils for mixing potions, but it is not complete... Although I have not had a few experiences in mixing potions, similar utensils have been placed in the underground apothecary room of the Nighthawks team all year round. They were the original ones of the old nun.
My most used tool.
And I didn't find any extraordinary characteristics... Klein, who found nothing, frowned slightly and opened his lips slightly.
"There is no longer any danger here."
Because he is in a spirit state, Klein can do simple divination even without the help of coins.
The danger has been lost here, and there is no longer any extraordinary existence.
After receiving the confirmation of the divination results, Klein slowly landed in mid-air. His hand wrapped in a "substitute" picked up the notebook placed on the wooden table and gently opened the title page.
"This will be the history of the re-emergence of a cursed family!"
oh?
Klein raised his eyebrows and turned back a few pages with interest.
"I want to write down every key point! Future descendants, please remember every word I say next!"
"Our Abraham family is one of the top nobles of the Fourth Age and the main supporter of the Tudor Dynasty..."