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vomit! vomit!

Klein squatted there, vomiting uncontrollably. Because he didn't eat breakfast, he quickly vomited out the stock.

At this moment, a small tin-iron-colored square pot that looked like a cigarette box appeared in front of him.

The mouth that lost the cork exuded a mixed smell similar to tobacco, disinfectant, mint leaves, etc., which made Klein's nose choked, and the whole person was refreshed.

The strong stench still lingered around, but Klein no longer felt nauseated, and the vomiting soon stopped.

He followed the small tin-iron-colored square pot, and saw a pale hand that didn't look like a living person, the sleeve of the black trench coat, and the cold and dark "corpse collector" Frye.

"Thank you." Klein completely slowed down, put his hands on his knees, and stood up again.

Frye nodded expressionlessly:

"Just get used to it."

He plugged the mouth of the small tin pot, put it in his pocket, turned and walked towards the highly decomposed old woman's body. Nader Mitchell was strolling around the room, touching the desktop and the press every now and then.

Old Neil pinched his nose and stood outside the door, complaining angrily:

"It's disgusting, I'm going to apply for a subsidy this month!"

Dunn turned around and touched the ash on the wall beside the fireplace with his black gloved right hand. He looked at Klein and said:

"Is this place familiar?"

Klein held his breath and sketched the appearance of his silver-white pocket watch in his mind, calming his body and mind.

He was already in a state of spiritual vision and immediately had a different feeling, and suddenly a picture from the deepest memory flashed in front of him:

Fireplaces, rocking chairs, tables, newspapers, nails in rusted doors, tin cans inlaid with silver...

The picture is dark and gloomy, like a documentary on Earth, but more blurred and unreal.

It quickly overlapped with everything Klein saw in front of his eyes, and the feeling of deja vu, as if he had come, was clearly present, and the illusory and erratic scream came through the invisible barrier again:

"Honakis...Flegora...Honakis...Flegora...Honorakis...Flegora..."

"It's a little familiar." Klein answered truthfully, his head hurt a little, so he quickly tapped twice between his eyebrows.

Hornages... the Hornages Mountains that appeared in the original owner's diary?

That's what I read from the Antigonus family notes...

The whisper just now was very similar to the previous one, and it all involved the term Hornakis... This, is this a seduction?

Klein was startled and didn't dare to think deeply, for fear that he would step into an out-of-control orbit.

Dunn nodded slightly, walked to the front of the cabinet, suddenly reached out and opened the wooden door above.

The bread inside was moldy, and there were seven or eight gray, stout-haired mice froze beside it.

"Leonard, go downstairs to find the patrolling police and find out what's going on here." Dunn instructed the team.

"Okay." Leonard turned and left the room.

Dunn opened the doors of the two bedrooms and searched carefully.

After he confirmed that there were no clues and the Antigonus family's notes, Frye the "corpse collector" straightened his waist and legs, wiped his hands with the white handkerchief he carried with him, and said:

"The death was more than 5 days, there was no trauma, and there was no significant impact caused by extraordinary strength. The specific cause must wait for further examination."

"Did you find anything?" Dunn turned to look at Old Neil and Klein.

The two who had already left the state of spiritual vision shook their heads at the same time.

"Except for a dead person, everything is normal here. No, there was an invisible force that sealed the room at the beginning. You know, when we use ritual magic, we often have similar operations." Old Neil thought for a few seconds,

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Dunn was about to speak when he suddenly looked out the door. After a few seconds, Klein and Old Neil realized something and turned to look at the corner of the stairs.

After a few more seconds, the subtle footsteps gradually became louder, and Leonard and a police officer came up.

The police officer smelled the stench and his face changed slightly. He immediately cooperated with the "colleague" of the special operations department to knock on the door of the second-floor resident and asked about the situation on the third floor.

After a while, wearing a silver two-V epaulette, he looked at the dead body on the rocking chair and said:

"Katie Stephana Bieber, 55 to 60 years old, widow, rented here with her son Riel Bieber for over ten years."

"Her husband was a jeweller before his death, and her son, about 30 years old, has no wife, and has inherited his father's business, earning around £15 soul a week. According to their neighbours, they haven't seen them for over a week. ."

At this point in the description, Klein already knows where the next focus is:

Missing, more precisely, I don't know where, Riel Bieber!

That ancient notebook is likely to be on him!

"Is there a picture of Riel Bieber?" Dunn looked at the police officer, who played a senior inspector.

But this can't be called pretending, because in the police department's file, he is indeed a senior inspector, and his salary and allowance are based on this, of course, not including the church part.

The policeman shook his head slightly nervously and said:

"I don't know... I have to go back to the precinct to find out. Normally, we can't leave pictures for every guy."

"I understand, you continue to ask the residents on the first floor and ask in detail." Dunn ordered.

Looking at the police officer, he closed the door, turned to Old Neil and said:

"Then I'll leave it to you, otherwise I'll let the residents here sleep peacefully and look for Riel Bieber's appearance from their dreams. Well, I don't trust the drawings based on dictation too much."

Old Neil nodded, took out a few thumb-sized bottles from the dark pocket at the waist of the black classical robe, and sprinkled the liquid inside to the surroundings in a certain order.

Immediately afterwards, he whipped out another handful of powder and sprinkled it around himself.

The strange, pungent smell was transpiring, and was not affected by the stench in the room, but Klein suddenly felt that there was an invisible force around Old Neil, separating him from the environment, from himself and others. The power to come, just like the state of this house before.

Old Neil half closed his eyes, his mouth moved, and he chanted a low and vague incantation. Klein was not ready for a moment, only vaguely heard "I pray for the power of the goddess", "I look forward to the blessing of the night"...

Woo! A sudden gust of wind came in through the window and blew up the powder.

Klein's heart suddenly trembled, all the pimples on his skin bulged out, and he felt an indescribable, indescribable, extremely terrifying "smell" that quickly permeated.

His head was confused, and he couldn't relax, as if he had done a set of difficult math problems.

Suddenly, Old Neil's eyes opened, and his eyes were pitch black.

He took out an absorbent pen from his pocket, put it on the waste paper on the table, and started to draw, so fast that his whole body was shaking.

Klein stared at it and saw 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, dark blue eyes and an all-ceramic denture on the left side of the mouth."

pat! The pen in Old Neil's hand fell onto the paper, and his body twitched a few times.

"This is the appearance of Riel Bieber left in the room." Old Neil, whose eyes quickly returned to normal, whispered.

Then, he returned to the position just now, and turned around slowly, the invisible and spaced power dissipated immediately, and it turned into a breeze and blew away.

"Praise the goddess." Old Neil tapped four times on his chest, forming the shape of a crimson moon.

Klein relaxed and observed more carefully. He found that Riel Bieber's facial features were nothing special, and his temperament was quite calm, except that the nasolabial folds on both sides of his nose were obviously sagging.

"I'll see if I can find objects with a walking stick." He picked up the portrait, rummaged through the men's clothes in the bedroom, and spread them all on the ground.

Dunn, Leonard, and Old Neil didn't stop him, watching him stick the silver-studded black cane on top of the clothes and portraits, Fry the Corpse Collector was silent as always.

The brown turned to black, Klein completed the meditation with deep eyes, and released his palm.

The black cane stood silently, as if inserted into the floor.

"Rel Bieber's position." Klein recited in his heart again.

In the whistling sound of the wind, the cane fell, but during the process of falling, it kept changing direction, and finally turned into a small rotation around the fulcrum.

Without the help of any outside force, the silver-encrusted black cane regained its footing.

Klein tried a few times, but they all ended in the same way. He could only shake his head at Dunn and Old Neil.

There is a strange power that interferes with his "divination"...

Dunn took off the black gloves and said to Leonard and Klein:

"You take the portrait of Riel Bieber to question the residents here, make final confirmation, and then want him in the name of murdering his mother."

"Okay." Klein held the cane and bent over to pick up the portrait.

When the neighbors confirmed that the person on the portrait was indeed Riel Bieber, Dunn asked Leonard and the police officers to go to the police station to complete the formalities, while he and Fry went to several bars in Tingen City to find people through underground channels.

Klein and Old Neil took the public carriage back to the Blackthorn Security Company. It was not yet eight o'clock, and Roshan had not yet arrived.

After closing the door, Klein turned his head to look at Old Neil and asked half-doubtedly and half-asked:

"Why do I, I send the Antigonus family's notes to Riel Bieber's house?"

This is completely different from Welch's residence to Iron Cross.

Old Neil walked to the sofa and laughed:

"Isn't this very obvious? You don't know whether you have touched the power in the note, or are you curious to perform some of the rituals it describes, provoking a strange existence that shouldn't be provoked, and this power, the purpose of this existence is to send the note to the To Riel Bieber, and cut off all clues so no one can find out."

"So, except for you who was selected, Welch and Naya both committed suicide on the spot. You, frankly, I still don't understand why you survived."

"I don't know either..." Klein sat down with him and replied with a wry smile, "I also thought of your guesses about what happened, but I just don't understand why you must give the notes to Riel Bieber."

Old Neil spread his hands and said:

"Maybe his birth number meets the requirements, or maybe he is the only remaining descendant of the Antigonus family. In short, there are too many possibilities... Why was the notebook sold to our city of Tingen, there should be similar s reason."

"I think it's a descendant." Klein suddenly sighed, "Unfortunately, I didn't notice it right away. Riel Bieber and the notebook are gone."

Old Neil smiled and said:

"This is something Dunn needs to worry about, and for you, it's a good thing."

"Why do you say that?" Klein frowned in confusion.