Lord of the Mysteries

Sir Deweyville’s bedroom was larger than the living room and dining room of Klein’s house combined. It was partitioned into a place for a bed, a living space, a changing room, a bathroom, and a study desk and bookshelves. The furnishings were exquisite, and the details were extravagant.

But to Klein, the light seemed dimmer and the temperature was several degrees colder than the outside.

At the same time, he seemed to hear the sound of sobbing and moaning, as though one was putting up a last-ditch struggle.

Klein was in a trance, and everything suddenly returned to normal. The sunlight shone brightly through the window and poured over the entire bedroom. The temperature was reasonable, neither too high nor low. The surrounding policemen, bodyguards, and butler were quiet. No one spoke.

This… He looked sideways at the classic yet luxurious bed. He felt there were pairs of blurry eyes lingering in the shadow, like the moths that fearlessly stayed around gas lamps.

Taking a few steps closer, Klein lost the earlier images from his Spirit Vision.

Not a standard wraith or an evil spirit… What is it exactly? Klein frowned and recalled the mysticism knowledge that he had been learning all this time.

From what he had seen, the mission would have been easy if it was passed to a Corpse Collector, Gravedigger, or Spirit Medium. It was obviously not within his domain of expertise.

Holding back his urge to use divination as an investigative approach, Klein looked around slowly to look for other traces to confirm the few guesses on his mind.

“Inspector.” Sir Deweyville hesitated and asked, “Did you discover anything?”

“If it were that easy, I believe my colleagues wouldn’t have waited until now,” Klein replied, glancing at the philanthropist subconsciously.

Just as he planned to retract his gaze, he suddenly saw that there was a faint white human figure reflected behind Sir Deweyville in the mirror behind him.

No, there were many figures overlapping each other, resulting in a white distorted figure!

The figure flashed by and Klein seemed to hear faint sobbing.

Phew… He let out a breath to ease his nerves, having almost drawn his gun out out of fright.

Heightened spiritual perception with Spirit Vision will one day scare me senseless… Klein tried relaxing his tense nerves by joking around before redirecting his focus back onto Sir Deweyville.

This time, he saw something different.

Now that he was in the bedroom, Sir Deweyville had a faint and twisted figure shimmering around him. It even dimmed the lighting of that area.

Every flash was accompanied by an illusionary cry and moan that could hardly be detected by an ordinary person.

Hardly audible for an ordinary person under ordinary circumstances? Is it because it’s daytime? Klein nodded as he thought.

He had an initial judgment for this case.

It was resentment that was haunting Sir Deweyville. It was the remnant spirituality that resulted from unresolved emotions before a human’s death!

If such feelings of resentment stayed in this world over a period of time, they would become a terrifying wrathful spirit after becoming stronger.

However, Sir Deweyville was a famous philanthropist. Even Benson, who was a picky person, was in awe of him. Why would he be bogged down with the resentment of the dead? Is he actually two-faced? Could it be the means of a Beyonder with nefarious intentions? Klein guessed the possibilities suspiciously.

After some thought, he looked towards Deweyville and asked, “Honorable Sir, I have a few questions.”

“Please ask.” Deweyville sat down wearily.

Klein organized his thoughts and asked, “When you leave here to go to a new place, such as the village or Backlund, do you temporarily get at least half a night’s worth of peace before the situation resumes and gradually worsens? Even when you sleep during the daytime, are you able to hear moaning and sobbing sounds?”

as his deep blue eyes

find the root of

his extended period of insomnia and his poor

something useful, Inspector Tolle relaxed. He knew that

curious too. He couldn’t help but look closely at the psychological

with the traits of gradual entanglement and the feature of

the burden. One was to set up an altar directly around the man and remove the resentment of the dead entirely using ritualistic magic. The second option was

his abilities, Klein planned

mental problem,” he spoke nonsense with absolute seriousness while

telling me that I’m

most people have psychological problems to one degree or another,” Klein casually comforted him. “Please allow me to introduce myself again. I

butler looked at Inspector Tolle who

seriously and confirmed

bodyguards, and my servants

replied professionally, “I will explain it to you after it’s

Sergeant Gate, please leave as well. I need a quiet environment to

in his heart

saying, “Cullen, take them

made by a police officer, a

door behind them, Klein looked at Deweyville who had dark blond hair and blue eyes, and said, “Sir, please lie down

hat on the clothes rack before walking slowly to the side of the bed and

the curtains, turning the room

Then, he sat on the rocking chair near the end

back of the chair and fell into a deep sleep,

using the technique of dream divination, to let himself be in the spiritual environment like he was dreaming,

able to give him an answer and

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

he “saw” that the white

regained his mental processes, extended his right hand and touched

figures swarmed at him like moths

seemed to be cleaved into two. Half

looked strong and fit as she walked in a dust-covered factory while her head throbbed

occasionally turned blurry and her

seemed to hear someone calling her Charlotte, and the voice said that she had a

looked towards the mirror and saw that she had a faint blue line on

…

view” switched and Klein saw another girl called

walked into the lead factory, young

twitching, followed by

She heard someone say while

twitched and fell, the intensity increased before

…

walking around the street in a daze, to the point of having a

line on her gums. She would also convulse from time to

and the doctor said, “Lafayette, this

She twitched

…

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