Lord of the Mysteries

Eugh! Eugh!

Klein squatted there, vomiting involuntarily. He was soon done with his puking since he did not eat breakfast.

At that moment, a tin-colored square flask that looked like a cigarette box appeared in front of him.

The mouth which had lost its stopper emitted a mixture of smells akin to tobacco, disinfectant, and mint leaves. It cleared up Klein’s nose and rejuvenated him.

The pungent smell continued to linger, but Klein no longer felt nauseous. He soon stopped vomiting.

He traced the tiny flask up and saw a pale hand that did not seem to belong to a member of the living. He saw the mouth of a black windbreaker’s sleeve and saw Corpse Collector Frye with his cold and dark bearing.

“Thank you.” Klein recovered completely and with his hands on his knees, he stood back up.

Frye nodded without any expression.

“It’ll be fine once you are used to it.”

He put back the flask’s stopper and put it into his pocket and turned around, walking to the highly decomposed corpse. Without gloves, he began examining the old woman. As for Dunn Smith and Leonard Mitchell, they paced slowly around the room, occasionally touching the table’s surface or newspapers.

Old Neil pinched his nose and stood outside the door, grumbling in a muffled voice, “Seriously gross. I’m going to request for additional pay this month!”

Dunn turned his head over and touched the wall beside the chimney with his gloved right hand. While doing so, he asked Klein, “Does this place look familiar?”

Klein held his breath and constructed the silver pocket watch in his mind to calm down.

With him already in his Spirit Vision state, he immediately felt different. A scene that came from the deepest recesses of his memories flashed past his eyes.

Chimney, rocking chair, table, newspapers, the rusty nails on the door, the tin cans inlaid with silver…

The scenes were dark and dull, like a documentary from Earth. However, it was even more blurry and illusory.

The scene quickly stacked against what Klein was seeing. The feelings of déjà vu and having been here before presented themselves clearly. An illusory and ethereal scream seemed to pass through invisible walls:

“Hornacis… Flegrea… Hornacis… Flegrea… Hornacis… Flegrea…”

“It feels a little familiar.” Klein answered honestly while his brain felt a stabbing pain. Thankfully, he quickly tapped his glabella twice.

Hornacis… The Hornacis mountain range that appeared in original Klein’s diary?

That is content that was deciphered from the Antigonus family’s notebook…

The murmurs were very similar to one of the previous ones. It involved the word ‘Hornacis’ Is this a form of enticement?

did not dare think deeper, afraid that

suddenly reached out his

moldy and there were about seven gray, stiff dead

to get patrolling cops and explain the

Leonard turned and

two other bedrooms and did a careful

Frye also stood up. He wiped his hands with a white handkerchief he brought along with him and said, “The time of death

turned to look at Old Neil

were no longer in Spirit Vision state shook their heads in

in the beginning. As you know, there will usually be similar processes when we use ritualistic

A few seconds later, Klein and Old Neil

louder as Leonard walked up

smell. He immediately cooperated with his “colleague” from the Special Operations Department and began knocking on the doors of the residents

corporal with his two silver chevrons looked at

Has rented this apartment with her

Her son is about thirty years old and is single. He inherited his father’s trade and earns about one pound and fifteen soli

continued, Klein already

was unknown

very well be on

have a picture of Ray Bieber?” Dunn looked at the police officer. He was acting as the role of a

salary and various allowances were also paid according to his rank. Of course, it did not include his

police officer shook his head nervously and said, “I’m not sure… I’ll have to return to the station

the residents on the first floor.

he watched the police officer leave, he closed

make all the residents sleep and obtain Ray Bieber’s looks. Yea, I don’t really trust sketches based on verbal

took out a few thumb-sized bottles from a pocket in

of powder and scattered it in

the nauseating smells in the room. Klein also suddenly noticed that there was an invisible forcefield around him. It separated him from

his lips mumbled a soft and indiscernible incantation. Without being prepared, Klein vaguely heard the words, “Goddess, give me strength,” “We look forward to

sudden wind tore through the windows and blew

as he felt goosebumps all over him. He found it difficult to describe. A terrifying “smell” that

as though he had plunged into a state similar to what one would have after working on a highly advanced mathematical

eyes opened,

and began drawing on a piece of scrap paper on the table. He was

face with recessed eyes and

short hair was done, Old Neil wrote a single line beneath the

Left of his

fountain pen in Old Neil’s hand fell onto the paper as

Bieber according to what’s left in the room.”

and slowly circled it. The invisible forcefield that isolated things immediately dissipated in the form of a

Neil tapped his chest in four spots, forming the shape of the crimson