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?

by shock as he did not dare think deeper, afraid that he would place himself on

suddenly reached

inside was moldy and there were about

patrolling cops and explain the situation here,” instructed

turned and left the

two other bedrooms

as well as any sign of the Antigonus family’s notebook, Frye also stood up. He wiped his hands with a white handkerchief he brought along with him and said, “The time of death was more than five days ago. There are no external injuries nor are there

to look at Old Neil and

Spirit Vision state shook their heads in

was an invisible energy sealing the apartment in the beginning. As you know, there will usually be

just about to say something when he looked outside the door. A few seconds later, Klein and Old Neil sensed something and turned to look

few seconds later, faint footsteps grew louder as Leonard walked up

policeman’s expression changed once he caught the noxious smell. He immediately cooperated with his “colleague” from the Special Operations Department and began knocking on the doors of the residents on

with his two silver chevrons looked at the corpse on the rocking

Between 55 and 60 years old. Widow. Has rented this apartment with her son, Ray Bieber for

and earns about one pound

policeman continued, Klein already knew the critical point

more precise, it was

notebook could very well be

Bieber?” Dunn looked at the

inspector on the police department’s roster. His salary and various allowances were

the

first floor. Ask

he closed the door and turned to Old

to 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

there was an invisible forcefield around him. It separated him from the environment

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

wind tore through the windows

difficult to describe. A terrifying “smell”

he tensed up, unable to relax. It felt as though he had plunged into a state similar to what one

Old Neil’s eyes opened, his eyes

out a fountain pen from his pocket and began drawing on a piece of scrap paper on

gaze and saw a face with

hair was done, Old Neil wrote a single line

blue eyes. Left of his mouth

onto the paper as his body convulsed a

of Ray Bieber according to what’s left in the room.” Old Neil whispered as the color of his eyes

turned back to his original spot and slowly circled it. The invisible forcefield that isolated

in