Chapter 87 Spirit Dance

"What exactly happened?"

Yatru muttered this question in a low voice, but couldn't recall what he had done in the past few days.

He looked around like sleepwalking, and asked in fear, panic, and confusion:

"Who are you?"

"This is where?"

"This is your bathroom, don't you recognize it? I'm the private investigator in charge of protecting you." Klein looked at the big boy opposite who hadn't figured out the situation, and said with a low smile.

"My family...the detective protecting me...what happened..." Yatru looked around in astonishment and murmured to himself.

Suddenly, he stopped, his already pale face was stained with unconcealable fear:

"Maybe, maybe there really are ghosts in this world! There really are ghosts!"

His voice was quite trembling, but Klein could hear two completely different feelings of fear and excitement, and this completely matched the emotional color presented.

excited? This is a boy who deliberately provokes resentment for the sake of excitement? How young, bold and not afraid of death... Klein initially made a guess, but on the surface he asked in confusion:

"ghost?"

After becoming a "magician", his spiritual vision improved slightly, but not by much. He still couldn't see the surface of the astral body deep in the ether body, so he couldn't use this to judge whether the target was a Extraordinary.

Yatru's pale face suddenly turned red:

"Yes, ghost!"

He waved his arms and added:

"Beyond our senses, there is a wider world! Really, death is not the end of everything!"

This line...it really is an adolescent boy...but I seem to have seen similar words somewhere...Klein smiled and said: "I believe in another sentence, in the face of time that is older than ancient times, even death itself, will also pass away.”

Without waiting for Yatru to say more, he took out his gold-cased pocket watch, opened it, glanced at it and said:

"so,

How on earth did you get yourself to be the way you were before? Like a patient with a nervous breakdown. "

"I..." Yatru tilted his head and thought for a few seconds, "I joined a club, this is not an ordinary club! We all believe that death is not the end, and we can even intuitively understand death by using secret contracts, and understand that everything is It can be reversed, yes, we believe that the dead can be resurrected!"

Klein, who had just crawled out of the grave for more than a month, said with a dry smile:

"Are you trying to resurrect the dead?"

Death is not the end...the world beyond the senses...everything can be reversed...my secret perception...isn't this the teaching of the Spiritual Cult? This was all created for the resurrection of the God of Death... He murmured a few words to himself in a daze.

"Yeah!" Yatru nodded with bright eyes but couldn't hide his fear.

"Where did you get your corpses?" Klein asked.

"We, we would, secretly dig the grave, the one that had just been buried, or buy it from the hospital..." Yatru recalled.

Sure enough, it is a crime that will be sent to prison... No wonder Logo Carloman doesn't want to call the police... How bold you are playing... Ke Klein kept a gentle smile, and asked:

"Then have you been successful?"

"Not yet... At that party, they looked at me like they were looking at a dead body, as if they were thinking about where to place the corresponding secret... Then, we danced the spirit dance and communicated with each other through the senses. The world outside, later, later I have no memory..." Yatru's body trembled uncontrollably.

Soul dance? What a spiritual sect... This guy became a test product for his companions? Klein frowned slightly and asked:

"Since then, your memory is up to now?"

According to the internal records of the Nighthawks, the "spiritual dance" originated from an ancient sacrificial dance, popular in the Southern Continent, and it is a ritual method favored by the God of Death.

"Spiritual dance" uses rhythm, rhythm, and movements to reconcile spirituality, so that it can interact with the natural environment and the object of prayer, and then combine simple altar layout and corresponding honorable names to achieve more complex ritual magic. Effect.

"Hmm." Yatru responded in a low voice, then raised his head suddenly, "What day is it today? What time is it?"

"Friday at 1:12 am." Klein replied based on his memory.

Yatru subconsciously took a breath and said:

"I missed the new party..."

"Every Friday at three o'clock in the morning, they will hold a resurrection ceremony outside Green's Cemetery."

Green Cemetery got its name because it is not far from Green Park Street.

"You still want to go? Have you forgotten what happened during this time? Oh, you really don't remember, but you should ask your father, mother and servants." Klein reminded the boy in front of him.

And I may not be able to help you... He added silently in his heart.

After this incident, he discovered another shortcoming of the magician, that is, lack of ability to deal with wraith-like shadow creatures. Only manipulating flames can be counted. After the opponent possesses a human being, exorcism and purification become a It's a difficult problem, unless you plan to kill people and ghosts together.

Of course, Klein is not completely helpless in this regard. He can arrange ritual magic to accomplish similar things, but that will be very troublesome, and it is easy to expose himself, so it is not suitable for actual combat.

After thinking about it, he finally chose to use Azik's copper whistle to lure out the resentful soul, and then manipulated the flame to complete the purification.

But the degree of this kind of damage is not high. If it encounters a more powerful resentful soul, it may not be able to solve it.

I still lack items or spells to deal with undead creatures. It would be great if I had the "Mutated Sun Sacred Emblem" of the sealed item "3-0782"... Klein's thoughts diverged briefly.

Yatru suddenly remembered the lack of memory, his face turned pale again, and he replied tremblingly:

"No, I don't want to go! I don't want to go again!"

"Very good." Klein praised with a smile.

Yatru looked at his face without any fear, and subconsciously asked:

"I've said so much, aren't you afraid?"

Klein no longer leaned on the wall, slowly stood up straight, and replied with a relaxed tone:

"A detective would rather not believe it unless he has solid evidence."

After finishing speaking, he opened the door and walked outside, thinking about whether to contact the Lower Spirit Sect, after all, this may involve the mystery of Mr. Azik's life experience.

Yatru stared blankly at the back of the private detective in front of him, and it took a while to realize that the bathroom was empty except for himself, and the moonlight outside was dim, illuminating the shadows inside, as if there were invisible things lurking and watching.

He shivered suddenly, and hurriedly shouted:

"Wait for me!"

While speaking, Yatru quickened his pace, rushed out of the bathroom, and followed closely behind Klein.

Knowing the fear, knowing the fear, and saving... Klein muttered, putting his hands into his trouser pockets.

After returning to the bedroom, Stuart did not find that Yatru had recovered, and was still frightened by the ghost story he had imagined, and did not dare to walk around.

After Yatru fell asleep again, Klein took out a copper penny and let it twirl between his fingers.

When the time was close to 2:50, he tossed a coin and caught it steadily, then stood up and whispered to Stuart:

"I'm going to the balcony to smoke a cigarette."

"Hurry up." Stuart urged a little nervously.

Klein put on his long dress, walked out slowly, came to the balcony at the end of the corridor, and hid in the shadows.

Then, he took out a relatively crudely cut paper figurine.

Snapped!

Klein shook his wrist violently, the paper made a crisp sound, and it expanded rapidly, turning into a human.

The dummy was about the same height as Klein, its facial features were exactly the same, and its clothes were even more indistinguishable. From a distance, it looked like a finely carved wax figure.

This is one of the applications of the "paper figurine substitute" technique.

Immediately afterwards, Klein collected his energy, clenched his fist with his right hand, and tapped his body lightly.

Silently, the dummy felt alive, with a red-headed cigarette dangling from its mouth, and the scent of tobacco permeated the air.

"Using a dummy as a support, this illusion can last for half an hour... What a magician!" Klein put on his gloves, pressed and supported, and slid down the balcony stealthily, avoiding the patrolling security personnel.

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Outside the Green Cemetery, in a secluded forest.

Klein stood in the canopy of the tree, looking at a relatively open and flat place not far away.

Around him were evergreen leaves and brown branches, but they were covered with gray dust.

As far as Klein could see, seven or eight boys and girls in black robes were dancing around a dead body in a slightly convulsive and slightly crazy dance.

The dance was full of rhythm and seemed to have some kind of mysterious taste.

The girl flicked her long hair, and the boy knelt down and stretched out his hand. There was a subtle connection between these scenes and the surrounding environment.

That is the rhythm of nature.

After they danced for three or four minutes, everything within a range of ten meters or so was filled with wild and confused temperament, and the atmosphere gradually became evil, mixed with a bit of sacredness.

It is indeed a "spiritual dance"... a ritual magic that even ordinary people can participate in... Klein looked away and looked at the black-robed man beside the corpse who was burying his head in reciting the incantation.

He was the one who was teaching those boys and girls how to dance the "spiritual dance" just now.

It should be a member of the Spiritual Cult, most likely an Extraordinary... Klein nodded invisibly, intending to watch how the other party held the resurrection ceremony first.

At this time, the dance reached its climax, and the adult man in black robe raised his head, took off his wig, and revealed several strange tattoos engraved on his bald head.

He raised his hands and shouted:

"grim Reaper!"

"Dear Death!"

"Coming soon!"

After he finished shouting, the dance stopped, and the seven or eight young men and women stood at each side, their expressions were confused, expectant, excited and fearful.

Immediately afterwards, the man in black robe bent down, opened the iron cage at his feet, and took out a black object from inside.

Klein looked intently and found that it was a blue-eyed black cat.

This, this also works? He was obviously stunned for a moment, and suddenly thought of various folk legends about black cats, for example, after the black cat, which symbolizes evil and the messenger of hell, jumps over the corpse, the dead corpse will be awakened.

This was Klein's first time seeing someone use a similar method in a ceremony.

The black-robed man took a step forward, stopped the black cat in his arms from struggling, and threw it towards the corpse.

Meow!

The jet-black cat burst its fur, yelled, and jumped over the dead body.

At this moment, Klein felt that he understood the other party's cat language, and he believed that the other party must be saying three words:

"MMP!"

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