Chapter 91 Feather

white feathers?

Klein looked at the tomb without bones, and suddenly thought of a word:

"Angel!"

The classics of the seven churches are full of legends about angels and saints, and one of the characteristics of the former is that there are one pair, two pairs, three pairs, or even six pairs of white pure wings growing on their backs.

However, in an instant, Klein remembered a past event:

Mr. Ards once described his dream to him, describing the dream that seemed to be life after life.

One of the scenes was in a dark mausoleum, surrounded by many open ancient coffins, and inside the coffins lay corpses with white feathers on their backs!

Is this a special manifestation of the "Reaper" pathway, or is it a weird phenomenon created by the Spiritual Cult? Klein didn't speak, restrained his emotions, and calmly looked at the white feathers stained with light butter at the bottom of the tomb.

He preliminarily judged that the old gentleman would not be an angel, because after the death of the terrifying Extraordinary in Sequence 2 or even Sequence 1, it would definitely have a strong impact on the surroundings. An almost invisible black and cold thin line is emitted to seal the surrounding people and things.

Of course, it's also possible that he didn't really die... just like Mr. Azik? Klein bent down and picked up three white feathers with his right palm wearing a black glove.

——He planned to do a divination above the gray mist after returning home.

At this time, Kapusti slowed down, crawled to Klein's side, looked at the grave with hidden fear and said:

"Where's the body?"

Klein glanced at him sideways, and said in a low voice:

"Perhaps he left by himself."

"Going by myself..." Copusti repeated in horror, fully realizing how terrible it is for the dead to wake up.

His legs trembled, and he said to himself:

"But, but, I didn't use the resurrection ritual on him."

Klein turned around, stared at him for a few seconds and said:

"Death is not the end.

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"Death is not the end...Death is not the end..." Kapusti was frightened by the idea he believed in, and blurted out, "He, will he come back?"

Well, the courier summoned by the copper whistle most likely corresponds to the old gentleman, that is to say, giving the note to the courier is equivalent to sending a letter to the old gentleman, to a person who has been dead for almost half a year ...Heh, I don't know where he is now, what state he is in... Regarding Copusti's question, Klein lightly raised a point:

"Don't blow that brass whistle again."

"You mean the copper whistle will attract him back?" Copusti asked in horror.

Before Klein could answer, he asked himself again:

"You, can you help me throw this copper whistle into the Tussock River?"

"If not, then, then I will go by myself."

Weren't you very interested in death and the corresponding philosophy? Klein cursed, and reached out to take the copper whistle that belonged to Kapusti.

He planned to try to send a letter to the dead under the right conditions to see what would happen.

Of course, the premise of all this is that he is sure that there is not much danger.

After ordering Kapusti to re-bury the tomb, Klein exchanged with him for a while about "spirit dance" and the corresponding mystical knowledge, which enriched his knowledge, and asked clearly about the old gentleman who Kapusti buried. At that time, according to the will of the other party, let the corpse lie face down.

In some special cases, it would be more effective and easier to use the "spirit dance" to replace part of the tedious arrangement of ritual magic... Seeing that the goal was achieved, Klein warned Copusti again, telling him not to play around with the so-called Ritual of Resurrection.

Then, he left the street from the garden and traveled a long way around in a carriage to the East End.

After changing into the previous clothes, he returned to Minsk Street, entered the bedroom, and after a series of operations, brought the three white feathers and Kapusti's copper whistle above the gray mist.

Sitting on the high-backed chair that belonged to the Fool, Klein took out a pen and paper, and wrote down the divination statement that he had thought about a long time ago:

"Its history."

Immediately afterwards, he held the three white feathers and leaned back on the chair.

While meditating, Klein entered the dreamland, surrounded by misty, gray and white.

In this kind of world, there is a thick and dull darkness. Suddenly, the darkness is dyed crimson, and a pale hand protrudes out of the yellow-brown soil.

A figure slowly got up, he didn't lift the stone slab to stir up the soil, but just penetrated out like that.

Under the crimson moonlight, the clothes on the back of this figure were tattered, and white feathers grew out one by one.

The gray-haired figure turned his head slightly, revealing the obvious red spots on his face, as well as his dull, blank, emotionless eyes.

It took a step, penetrated the fence with difficulty, and walked towards the depths of the blackness, going farther and farther until it disappeared.

The dream was shattered, and Klein woke up.

White feathers really grew from the back of the corpse... Its state is very similar to that of Miss Sharon, but there are obvious differences, giving people a very heavy, substantial and not illusory feeling... It seems that it can be in the human body and spirit body. Intermittent natural incomplete transformation? A messenger that communicates between the real world and the spirit world? Klein reached out and tapped the edge of the long table, thinking for a while.

Immediately afterwards, he divination whether it is dangerous to send letters with Copusti's copper whistle, and he got a positive answer, and the pendulum rotated greatly and at a very fast speed.

"It's a pity, you can't use the copper whistle directly on the gray fog, and the messenger can't get in at all, otherwise there would be no danger..." Klein said to himself, fell into the gray fog, and returned to the real world.

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In the early morning, in the relatively fresh woods in Queens.

With a round face, the pharmacist in his thirties appeared in a secluded corner, and put the secret planted herbs into the skin bag he carried with him.

After completing today's task, he straightened his waist, moved his body, and said silently to himself with satisfaction:

"Sure enough, my physical fitness has improved. It's no longer like before, only the resistance to toxins is stronger."

"But... why is my Sequence 8 'Beast Tamer'? What does this have to do with 'Pharmacist'?"

"Well, pharmacists domesticate and use plants and certain parts of animals that have lost their lives, and animal trainers domesticate and use living animals, including extraordinary creatures?"

"Then my Sequence 7 will be able to domesticate and use humans?"

"The old man didn't tell me the name of Sequence 7, nor did he give me the formula. When I stabilize, I have to try to contact him."

Pharmacist punched and kicked, adapting to his growing body, and didn't stop until he was too tired.

Huh... While panting, he began to think about a serious question:

That is how the animal trainer should play?

"Beast tamer... what should I do? Find animals to tame?" Pharmacist muttered, suddenly sensed, and looked towards the artificial lake.

There is a big golden retriever dog running happily.

As if aware of his gaze, the golden retriever suddenly turned his head and looked over.

When their eyes collided in mid-air, the big golden retriever was stunned for a moment, then turned around swiftly, and disappeared without a trace.

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Inside the luxurious villa of Earl Hall's family.

Susie returned to the piano room, squatted beside Audrey's feet, stuck out her tongue, panting.

After the blond girl finished playing a song, it said in fear:

"Audrey, I met a scary guy."

"His eyes are terrible!"

"Really? What does he want to do to you?" Audrey asked curiously and concerned.

Susie thought about it seriously and said, "I don't know either. In short, he is dangerous. This is my instinct."

"What does he look like?" Audrey considered whether to ask the guards and attendants at home to warn the man.

"I didn't see clearly, I feel, I feel that he is my natural enemy!" Susie replied solemnly.

Your natural enemy? Dog buster? Audrey showed a reserved smile:

"Susie, don't go to that woods anytime soon."

"Wang, Audrey, you were not in a good mood just now? I heard it from your piano." Susie asked instead.

Audrey nodded lightly and said:

"Hmm... I just received news from Grelint. Fors and Xio told me that tonight's party has been cancelled. I originally planned to exchange it for extraordinary materials for you."

And try to get in touch with people from the Psychological Alchemy Association... She added silently in her heart.

"Why?" Susie asked suspiciously.

Audrey thought about it and replied:

"It is said to be the impact of the serial murder case."

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On Saturday morning, the air in Backlund was as bad as usual.

Klein is trying to make a kind of pasta that he loved when he was a child. To this end, he bought high-quality flour, added water and sugar, and made a pot of thin "paste".

Then he poured oil into the pan, moistening the surface.

When it was hot, he scooped up some batter with a spoon and poured it over the side of the pot, spreading it very thinly.

In the sound of sizzling, he spread out several pancakes, and the smell of flour gradually dissipated.

When it was about the same time, he peeled off the soft pancakes one by one, put them on a plate, and added water to make the remaining ingredients into a batter.

As soon as he returned to the dining room with the bread and "gooey", Klein couldn't wait to tear off a piece and stuff it into his mouth.

The pancakes only have a strong wheat aroma and a sweet taste that stimulates the appetite, simple, simple, but extremely delicious.

It's the taste from memory... Klein ate quickly, taking a sip of batter from time to time.

Just when he was about to eat and started to slow down, the doorbell was suddenly rang, and the tinkling sound continued to echo.

New commission? Klein took off the napkin, wiped his hands, got up and walked to the door.

Before he could hold the handle, the image of the visitor naturally appeared in his mind.

It was a middle-aged gentleman with gray sideburns, thin face and outstanding temperament.

That was the private detective Isengard Stanton who was invited by the police!

What did he come to me for? Klein opened the door in doubt, and asked with a smile:

"Good morning, Mr. Stanton, what's the matter?"

Essinger took off the half-height silk top hat, smiled and said:

"Good morning, Mr. Moriarty, I want to seek your cooperation. I think you are an excellent detective. You have found the East Balam Dockyard and the Dock Union purely by yourself."

"Cooperation?" Klein didn't hide his astonishment.

Essinger tapped the black cane, and replied in a deep voice:

"Find the murderer of the recent serial murder."

"The police have offered a reward of 2,000 pounds."