Ugh! Ugh!
Klein was squatting there, vomiting uncontrollably because he hadn't eaten breakfast and soon emptied his stomach's contents.
At that moment, a tin-iron square-shaped small pot that looked like a cigarette box appeared in front of him.
The mouth without the cap emitted a smell that was a mixture of tobacco, disinfectant, and mint leaves, making Klein's nose suddenly sting and his entire body perk up.
The strong stench still lingered around, but Klein no longer felt nauseous and his vomiting stopped quickly.
He followed the tin-iron square-shaped small pot upwards and saw a pale hand that didn't look like a living person, saw the sleeve of the black windbreaker, and saw the cold and dark "corpse collector" Frye.
"Thank you." Klein gradually recovered and supported himself on his knees, standing up again.
Frye gave a blank nod:
"Just get used to it."
He closed the bottle mouth of the tin-iron small pot, put it in his pocket, and turned to walk towards the highly decomposed old woman's corpse. Without gloves, he directly began the inspection, while Dunn Smith and Leonard Mitchell were walking around the room, touching the tabletop and newspapers from time to time.
Old Neil held his nose and stood outside the door, grumbling in a deep voice:
"It's so disgusting. I'm going to apply for a subsidy this month!"
Dunn turned around, touched the wall dust beside the fireplace with his right hand wearing black gloves, and looked at Klein:
"Is this place familiar to you?"
Klein held his breath and pictured the image of his silver-white pocket watch in his mind, calming his body and mind.
Already in a state of clairvoyance, he immediately had a different feeling. Suddenly, a picture from the deepest part of his memory flashed before his eyes:
Fireplace, rocking chair, table, newspaper, rusty door nails, silver-plated tin cans...
This picture was dim and dark, like a documentary on Earth, but more blurry and more illusory.
It quickly overlapped with everything he saw in front of him, and the familiar and seemingly experienced feeling was clearly presented, and the illusory and fleeting scream penetrated the invisible barrier again:
"Hornachis... Fregrala... Hornachis... Fregrala... Hornachis... Fregrala..."
"Somewhat familiar." Klein answered truthfully, his head aching a little, and he had to tap his temples twice.
Hornachis... The Hornachis mountains mentioned in the original owner's diary?
That was the content interpreted from the Antigonus family notes...
The whisper just now was similar to before, all involving the name Hornachis... Is this a trap?
Klein was startled and dared not think further, fearing that he would step onto an uncontrollable track.
Dunn nodded slightly and walked to the front of the cabinet, suddenly reached out, and pulled open the wooden door on top.
The bread inside had grown mold, and seven or eight gray, stiff-haired mice were dead beside it.
"Leonard, go downstairs and find the patrolling police, figure out the situation here." Dunn instructed his team members.
"Okay." Leonard turned and left the house.
Dunn immediately opened the doors of two bedrooms and carefully searched them.
After confirming that there were no clues and that the Antigonus family's notes were not found, "Corpse Collector" Frye straightened his legs and used the white handkerchief he carried to wipe his hands:
"Death over five days, no external injuries, no significant impact caused by extraordinary powers. The specific cause must wait for further examination."
"Have you found anything?" Dunn turned to look at Old Neil and Klein.
The two who had already left the state of clairvoyance shook their heads simultaneously.
"Except for a dead person, everything here is normal, no, at the beginning, there was an invisible force sealing the room. You know, when we use ritual magic, we often have similar operations." Old Neil thought for a few seconds and added.
Dunn was about to speak when he suddenly looked out the door. After a few seconds, Klein and Old Neil realized what was happening and turned to look at the corner of the staircase.
After a few more seconds, the faint footsteps grew louder. Leonard and a police officer came up.
The police officer smelled the foul odor and his face changed slightly. Immediately, he cooperated with the "colleague" from the Special Operations Department and knocked on the door of the second-floor resident, roughly asking about the situation on the third floor.
After a moment, wearing the silver two-V shoulder insignia, he looked at the corpse on the rocking chair and said:
"Katie Stephanie Bieber, between 55 and 60 years old, a widow, and her son Rael Bieber, who has been renting here together for over ten years."
"Her husband was a jeweler before his death. Her son is about 30 years old and has no wife. He inherited his father's business and earns around 1 pound 15 shillings a week. According to their neighbors, they haven't seen them for over a week."
At this point, Klein already knew where the next focus was:
The missing, or more accurately, the one who is unknown to have gone somewhere, Rael Bieber!
That old notebook was likely on him!
"Does he have a photo of Rael Bieber?" Dunn looked at the police officer, who was playing the role of a senior inspector.
But this couldn't be called impersonation, because in the police department's files, he was indeed a senior inspector, with salary and allowances based on this, of course, excluding the part from the church.
The police officer shook his head nervously and said:
"I don't know... We have to go back to the station to look for it. Normally, we can't leave photos with each person."
"I understand. You continue to question the residents on the first floor and ask them in detail," Dunn gave the order.
Looking at the police officer, he closed the door and turned to Old Neil, saying:
"The next part is up to you. Otherwise, the residents here will sleep peacefully, and we'll have to search for Rael Bieber's appearance from their dreams. Well, I don't trust the drawings completed based on oral descriptions very much."
Old Neil nodded and took out several thumb-sized bottles from the hidden pocket of his black classical robe and sprinkled the contents in a certain order around.
Then, he took out a pinch of powder and made a circle around himself.
The strange, pungent smell rose and spread, not affected by the foul odor in the room, but at the same time, Klein suddenly felt an invisible force surrounding Old Neil, separating him from the environment and from the others, just like the state of the room before.
Old Neil half-closed his eyes, his mouth moving, reciting a low and indistinct incantation. Klein was not prepared at first, only vaguely hearing "I pray for the power of the goddess" and "I await the favor of the night"...
Whew! Suddenly, the wind blowing from the window entered, blowing up those powder particles.
A shock ran through Klein's heart. The bumps on his skin all rose up. He felt a certain indescribable, unutterable, extremely terrifying "smell" spreading rapidly.
His head was confused, and he remained tense and unable to relax, just like the state after completing a set of difficult math problems.
Suddenly, Old Neil's eyes opened, his pupils black.
He took out a water-absorbing pen from his pocket and, with the waste paper on the table, began to draw. His movements were so fast that his entire body was trembling.
Klein stared intently, and a face with deep eye sockets and a high nose bridge quickly appeared.
When the natural curly short hair was completed, Old Neil wrote a line of words below the portrait:
"Black hair, deep blue eyes, a porcelain false tooth on the left side of the mouth."
Plop! The pen in Old Neil's hand fell onto the paper, and his body twitched a few times.
"This is the remaining appearance of Rael Bieber in the room." Old Neil, whose eye color quickly returned to normal, whispered.
Then, he returned to his previous position and slowly made a full circle around it. The intangible, intermittent force immediately dissipated and turned into a gentle breeze that blew away.
"Bravo, Goddess of Beauty." Old Neil repeatedly tapped his chest four times, forming the shape of the crimson moon.
Klein's spirit relaxed and he observed more carefully. He found that Rael Bieber was nothing special; his temperament was quite calm. The lines on either side of his nose were noticeably drooping. .
"I'll try if I can use the杖-searching method." He picked up the portrait, found the male clothes in the bedroom, and spread them out on the floor.
Dunn, Leonard, and Old Neil didn't stop him. They watched as he placed the silver-plated black cane on top of the clothes and the portrait, "The undertaker" Fry remained silent as usual.
The brown turned black, and Klein's gaze deepened as he silently recited. He then loosened his hand.
The black cane stood still quietly, as if inserted into the floor.
"Rael. Bib's position." Klein recited it again in his mind.
In the whistling wind, the cane fell down, but during the fall, it kept changing direction, eventually rotating slightly around the pivot point.
Without any external force's help, this silver-plated black cane stood firm again.
Klein tried several times, but it always ended up the same way. He could only shake his head at Dunn and Old Neil.
There was an strange force interfering with my "divination"...
Dunn took off the black gloves and said to Leonard and Klein:
"Take the Rael. Bib portrait to ask the residents here for confirmation, and then issue an arrest warrant for him under the charge of murdering his mother."
"Okay." Klein held the cane and bent down to pick up the portrait.
When the neighbors confirmed that the person on the portrait was indeed Rael. Bib, Dunn asked Leonard and the police officer to complete the procedures at the police station, and he himself went to several bars in Tinggen City through the underground channel to find people.
Klein and Old Neil took the public carriage back to the Black Thorn Security Company. It was still not eight o'clock, and Rosan had not arrived yet.
Closing the door, Klein turned his head to look at Old Neil, asking half in confusion and half in请教, "Why me? Why did I send the Antigonus family's notes to Rael. Bib's house?"
This was not in the same direction as Welch's residence to Iron Cross Street.
Old Neil walked to the sofa position and chuckled:
"This is very obvious, isn't it? You don't know if you triggered the power within the notes, or if you were curious and performed some of the rituals described in them, provoking an unwanted strange presence, and this power, the purpose of this existence is to send the notes to Rael. Bib and to cut off all the clues so that no one can discover it."
"So, except for the chosen one you, Welch and Naya both committed suicide on the spot. You, to be honest, I still don't understand why you survived."
"I don't know either..." Klein sat down and followed, deliberately smiling and answering, "Your speculation about the events, I also thought of it, but I don't understand why the notes had to be given to Rael. Bib."
Old Neil shrugged his hands:
"Perhaps his birth numerology met the requirements, or he was the only descendant of the Antigonus family. Anyway, there are too many possibilities... Why this notebook was sold to our Tinggen City, there should be similar reasons as well."
"I think it's the descendant's type." Klein suddenly understood and sighed, "Unfortunately, I didn't notice it in time. Rael. Bib and this notebook are gone."
Old Neil smiled:
"This is what Dunn needs to worry about, but it's a good thing for you."
"Why do you say that?" Klein frowned in confusion.