Lord of the Mysteries

In the suburbs west of North Borough, in a soon-to-be-abandoned three-story house.

It originally belonged to the Backlund Medical School, but the latter’s main campus had now moved to a better and more suitable location, leaving behind only a small number of teaching staff and students who were left “guarding” the area after failing to graduate.

Audrey was wearing a white gown and white mask. Her smooth blonde hair was also coiled up and stuffed under a cool-colored surgical cap.

She darted her eyes to the side and looked at Fors Wall who was dressed in the same way. She always felt that Fors had a special temperament that seemed to make her more suited to such attires than herself.

Eh… It’s the kind of temperament that allows her to pick up a scalpel and cut open a patient’s stomach at any moment… Audrey didn’t say anything. She followed half a step behind Fors as they entered the classroom in front of them.

She was startled by the information she had received from Fors because Mr. Fool had said it was a simple task.

Considering that the simplicity of said task might be from Mr. Fool’s point of view, Audrey took advantage of the moment when she was alone, changing into a disguise, to recite his honorable name and silently pray, so as to report everything that had exactly happened.

However, she had yet to receive a response.

After passing through the door and entering a room, Audrey instinctively looked around and found that this wasn’t an ordinary classroom. There were actually four skeletal specimens and four coffins made of glass. The coffins were filled with pale naked corpses that were soaked in preserving agents.

At the very top of the classroom, there was a transparent glass pillar that was also filled with a liquid. Floating inside was a male corpse that wore a black scholarly robe.

The corpse’s clothes stuck tightly to its body, giving off an extremely heavy feeling. He didn’t relax and simply floated upright in the middle.

It’s as if he had died by drowning instead of being placed in there after his death…Audrey made a preliminary judgment based on her attitude as a Spectator.

In addition, she saw a number of men in white coats, white masks, and surgical caps sitting around the long tables in the room. None of them said a word, just like the bodies and bones around them.

Looking out at the crimson moon which had finally peeked out of the gloomy darkness, Audrey turned her head back to look at the scene inside the classroom. For a moment, she couldn’t help but shudder as this place instilled an instinctive fear.

But at the same time, she felt excited and agitated.

This is what the life of a Beyonder should be… Audrey silently muttered to herself as she followed Fors to a corner before sitting down.

After waiting for a while, the floating black-clothed male corpse inside the upright glass pillar at the front of the classroom suddenly opened his eyes. His voice transmitted through the layers of obstructions.

“Let’s begin.”

…

East Borough, Dharavi Street.

the dark streets that only had a few gas lamps that

sides of the street. This was combined with the crimson moonlight that passed through the clouds with great difficulty, and

encountered people with old, tattered clothes, their faces numb with despair. They were the homeless who had been

Occasionally, they would find some inconspicuous corner

that they were more like zombies than the zombies he had seen, and the entire East Borough was more like an abyss than

throat, causing him to cough involuntarily. He quickly gathered his thoughts and looked through the corner of his eyes at

is the apartment across the street. The third and fourth story and the roof all meet these requirements… Klein analyzed the situation with the knowledge he

didn’t slow down

of the street, Klein smoothly crossed the apartment building numbered 1 and entered the building across the street from the

of slightly higher class with his brother Benson and

and without

he could do was stick one hand into his pocket and hold a few tarot cards in

the corridor of the third floor. Klein

is on the left. The one with the best view for surveillance should

two rooms, he also inserted his right hand into his pocket and gently opened the iron cigarette

Eye, and the murmurs resounded in his ears as they attempted to tear his

this corrupted item, Klein

the air, and although they were intertwined and entangled a little, he could still distinguish who they belonged to

There were men, women, and children sleeping in

were no other special

front of him and the auditory hallucination in his ears slowly improved

to move forward. Once he felt

“searching” the entire apartment to see if there were any places that allowed the observation of the crime

corner of a balcony, his hands were on his knees as he

from the corners of his eyes, and from time to time, his nose would run as if he

result of his repeated contact with the All-Black Eye within a short period of time. Even with Klein’s resistance in this area, he wasn’t completely immune to

only thing that satisfied him was that it only agitated him and didn’t corrupt him. Otherwise, he would’ve given up long ago

down and switched to a different apartment that didn’t have the same view

it wrong? The clues are at the scene of the crime? When Klein returned to the street, he looked suspiciously out of

of just giving it a try, he put his hand back into his pocket, pushed the metal cigarette

see if anyone was hiding in the apartment where the crime

like it was being smashed as his body wobbled

forward and looked at the apartment

nor could he trace the source of the

quickly swept the

black line floating out from the crime scene on the third floor which merged into