The dark gray-furred demonic wolf, who faced off against the dark knight wearing the eagle-headed helmet, was affected by the strange murmurs emanating from his own secret partner and restrained spirit, and had no choice but to manipulate his own spiritual body threads.
It closed into a circle and barely got rid of the attraction of the silver-black badge floating in the air above its head to the thread of its own spirit body.
He tried to condense the pale white cold fog around him to cover his figure, but found that the dark knight opposite had disappeared. It was still a bright and sunny day, but at this time, the wilderness seemed to have entered a rainy autumn, changing.
It was extremely damp, cold, and filled with the smell of death and decay.
"Damn... giant..."
"The thieves'... lackeys..."
His head, baring ferocious fangs, muttered a few out-of-tune giant words, and his clear eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, covered with a layer of turbidity and madness.
Although anger temporarily occupied his brain, he still relied on the instinct brought to him by his extraordinary characteristics, and still tried to ignite the remaining pieces of clothing on his close partner, hoping to escape from this damn place through flame jumping, or else he could not
Run away and continue to consume it until the half-giant opposite is spiritually exhausted.
Snapped!
The secret puppet swaying in the air like bacon twitched, and only black smoke came out from its body. The newly ignited sparks flickered twice and then went out!
The humid and cold environment here directly affects the burning of spiritual flames!
The eight-clawed demon wolf covered in dark gray hair anxiously raised its front paws and slapped the ground a few times. The neck covered with thick and short wolf hairs suddenly decomposed into hundreds of translucent strips engraved with mysterious patterns.
The maggots cling to each other, squirm quickly, and reorganize into a smooth, white, and shorter new neck.
The demon wolf raised its upper body, opened its jaws slightly, and came out with a low, hoarse voice:
"What on earth do you want to do!"
"You know very well that I am not the main material of the 'Dread Bishop'. I am just a demonic wolf mixed with characteristics related to the 'dark' path."
"You and I are both beings being chased by the believers of the Night and the God of Morning. Why must we fight you to death? We can work together to kill those who really threaten our lives."
The dark knight wearing an eagle-headed helmet was startled for a moment, and slowly put down the giant sword. His right hand was still on the hilt, and his left hand skillfully removed the helmet that covered most of his head and was engraved with the characteristics of an eagle's head.
As the helmet was disarmed, a huge dark brown braid leaked out of the helmet. It was naturally thrown out and hung down with gravity, revealing a flat face with a slender single eye and blue-black skin.
The slender single eye seemed to have not adapted to the suddenly strong sunlight. It closed suddenly from left to right several times, and then opened it completely, revealing the huge pupils hidden behind the blue-black eyelids, shining with orange-red light.
She opened her chapped lips and said in a mellow voice:
"Only you will be chased by the 'night', I will not, and this is the territory of the 'sun', and the hand of 'morning' cannot reach it."
"No, you don't understand..." The demon wolf, whose body was always filled with pale white cold mist, was just about to respond to the opponent's words and arguments, but seemed to think of something, and opened his jaws slightly as he spoke.
He froze in the air and trembled slightly.
The pupils in his eyes reflected the figures of the puppets and spirits that were hoisted up in mid-air, as well as their eyeballs turned towards him.
Those eyeballs stared blankly at the demonic wolf that was frozen in place.
Possessed by a resentful spirit?
Does the badge have the characteristic of being alive?
I obviously control the thread of my spiritual body, why... The dark gray demon wolf tried hard to activate his gradually sluggish brain, driving his thinking that was almost confused.
He tried to control the surrounding spirits to wake him up, but found that all the spirits had been driven away by the "Dark Knight". They had either been killed while trying to attack him, or they had been hung up like bacon by the silver-black badge.
At this time, there was no longer a spirit that could manifest itself in the entire wasteland.
He tried to lower his voice and "sing" a more intense song to wake himself up, but found that he could only spit out the syllables one by one and could not connect them together at all.
In desperation, he could only follow the instinct of the beast, tightening his eight legs that seemed to be filled with lead, and exerting force at the same time, relying on his good control of the body, he jumped up suddenly and hit the connecting body in the air.
Countless spiritual threads, silver-black badges floating for no reason.
At the same moment, a slightly dim storm of light blew up again on the barren land. Fragments made of pure orange-red light were crushed in an instant by the cold hurricane without any cover, exposing the weakness of the whole body to the air.
Demon wolf.
For a warrior, such an obvious opportunity is impossible to pass up.
As the light storm stopped, a burst of red mist exploded, and the fishy smell gradually spread. Countless pieces of meat fell together with other corpses hanging in the air like bacon, and fell heavily to the ground.
The Demonic Wolf who had just confronted the Dark Knight and almost toyed his opponent to the point of spiritual exhaustion died like this!
Before his death, he seemed to be suddenly influenced by something, and his thinking made him fall into ignorance without knowing it, and he chose an action that was no different from committing suicide!
The Dark Knight was the only one left standing in the vast wilderness. A shallow layer of water mist appeared in her slender single eye. After a few seconds of silence, she quickly walked towards the beach that originally belonged to the dark gray demon wolf.
Among the pieces of meat, he plucked it with his hands for a while and pulled out the silver-black badge that was suppressed by the stump.
She just held the silver-black badge that was obviously taken out from the blood but was still clean in both hands, and stared at it in trance, staring at the mysterious pattern composed of half a twisted line and half a pupilless eye on the badge, and she fell into it.
In silence.
............
"This is all the information we currently have after Representative Maynard's death." The brown-bear-like Inspector Toler handed the paper report in his hand to Klein and said in a rough voice.
Got a new clue? Klein tilted his head, took the paper report handed over by Officer Toler, and read it carefully.
Police Officer Maynard died of a suspected heart attack... Klein raised his eyebrows, turned to Inspector Toler and asked:
"Does this congressman have any medical history related to heart disease?"
The tall Inspector Toller was stunned for a moment, his eyes rolled up slightly, he looked at the sky and recalled:
"No relevant records found."
In Loen, most upper-class gentlemen and ladies generally have their own private doctors or go to professional private hospitals to treat their conditions. This also means that they will have more medical treatment at the doctors they employ or at the hospitals they often visit.
Detailed physical health reports and disease history are not only a symbol of dignity for the upper class, but also a guarantee of their own health.
Therefore, when the Loen police handle similar sudden death cases, it has become a default necessary step to obtain the deceased's medical history and compare it with the autopsy results.
Didn't find it, or couldn't get it... Klein smiled and changed the question:
"Then did you leave the gentlemen and ladies present and make corresponding notes?"
Inspector Toller quickly walked towards Mr. Maynard's two-story building in front of him and said quietly:
"We have left yesterday's guests. They were all guests who stayed overnight after Mr. Maynard's party last night. They all have relatively prominent status. We arranged for those guests to rest in the living room."
In other words, other than sealing off the scene, the police did nothing at all... Klein nodded slightly and followed him immediately.
Klein followed Inspector Toler closely, one fat, one thin, one tall, one short, and walked into the front hall of the magnificently decorated Senator Maynard's house.
When he was about to enter the living room, Inspector Toler, who was as tall as a bear, suddenly stopped where he was, with his back to Klein, and said in a low voice:
"I hope you can find out the cause of Mr. Maynard's death as soon as possible. This case is quite special. Senator Maynard's wife is the daughter of a new party leader and a member of the House of Commons. We have to be more cautious."
Klein did not respond, but took a few steps forward, passed Inspector Toler's broad body, and entered the living room.
He ignored the looks of surprise or respect from the younger policemen, but slowly scanned the many guests in the hall - several gentlemen in tuxedos and a few fine-checked black gauze covering their faces.
, a lady in a very gorgeous palace dress.
In the end, Klein's eyes stopped on a gentleman with a red face and wide eyes. He seemed to be annoyed by the constant questioning of the police around him and was about to explode. Next to him, a man wearing a black dress and skin
The fair and smooth lady, with both girlish youth and lady charm, was holding the gentleman's arm and whispering something.
Inspector Toler also saw the gentleman who could no longer suppress his temper. He stood next to Klein and explained casually:
"Mr. Bona and Ms. Sharon, one is a famous bad-tempered rich man in Tingen, and the other is a popular socialite in Tingen."
"Oh, although these two are very capable, compared with the accusations from a member of the House of Commons, they must stay here." After saying that, Inspector Toler patted Klein on the shoulder and motioned for him to follow him and leave.
Went up to the second floor.
In front of a dark mahogany door on the second floor, Inspector Toler stopped and introduced:
"This is the guest room where Senator Maynard's body was found."
Guest room? Klein asked thoughtfully:
"Who did this room belong to last night?"
"It doesn't belong to anyone, but there are some traces of dried liquid on this sheet." Inspector Toler said with a slight hint, put on white gloves, unscrewed the door lock, and opened the dark red wooden door.
After the police officer in charge of guarding the room left, he nodded to Klein and signaled:
"Inspector Moretti, the rest will be left to you."
"I can only say that I will try my best to find the truth." The corners of Klein's mouth turned up slightly, he also put on white gloves, picked up his cane and walked into the room, closing the dark red wooden door.
He walked up to the big, soft-looking bed. He looked at the body covered in white cloth and surrounded by white circles. Without hesitation, he lifted up the white cloth covering the body, revealing Councilor Maynard lying on the bed.
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Klein gently clicked his teeth on the upper left side, turned on his spiritual vision, and examined the dead man who was completely stiff and scattered with body spots.
This gentleman looked to be less than fifty. His blond hair rarely showed the baldness problem common to Loen gentlemen. He was relatively healthy and not very obese. There was an expression of mixed pain and pleasure on his stiff face.
On the pale and blue skin of his lower body, there was a little light yellow dry mark solidified near the black hair. There were also less obvious, darker liquid dry marks left on the dark red sheets under him.
Ah... no wonder the Tingen police are in such a difficult situation. This is not easy to investigate at all. If there is no direct evidence and they happen to investigate something they shouldn't know, someone will definitely take the blame for it. This can also be done
I understand the fierce reaction of Senator Maynard's wife. This is not only the death of her husband, but also related to her dignity. Well, people in Loen are relatively reserved.
Klein let out a long breath, and relaxed his slightly tense mood. He took out the corresponding materials with familiarity and quickly completed the preparatory rituals of the channeling ceremony.
Just when he was about to recite the mantra, he suddenly remembered a very serious question!
If he really divines the truth about Senator Maynard's death, what will he divine?
Klein's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and then he recited the corresponding ritual incantation firmly.
Amidst the quiet and distant fragrance of flowers and plants and the cold wind surrounding him, Klein lowered his head and silently recited the divination sentence he had long thought about:
"The real cause of Congressman Maynard's death."
"The real cause of Congressman Maynard's death."
After reciting silently seven times, Klein retreated to the high-backed chair that he had pulled over in advance, and slowly sat down as his consciousness gradually disappeared.
His head was lowered, and his eyes were stained with a deep hazy black, symbolizing that his consciousness had entered a dream.
In the darkness and illusory haze, the only light source caught Klein's eyes.
Snapped!
The dream suddenly shattered, Klein slowly opened his eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.
He sat on a high-backed chair, held his head with his hands, rubbed his forehead, and said with a low smile: