Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 947

Backlund, East Borough, in a two-room apartment.

A few policemen in black-and-white checkered uniforms opened the door and entered. All of them reached out to cover their mouths.

There was a strong stench of blood inside!

“Officer, I’ve no idea what happened. Other tenants said that it seems like there’s plenty of blood here that they can even smell it from next door.” The landlord with a silk top hat looked around in fear, unwilling to stay in the room for another second.

A black-haired, blue-eyed police officer with an inspector epaulet waved his hand and said, “Wait by the door. We still have questions for you.”

As he spoke, he wore his white gloves and cast his gaze towards the wooden door of the bedroom.

However, he wasn’t in a rush to enter. He slowly surveyed the area and visually took in the surroundings-a pile of coal, a cupboard with cutlery and food, a small stove, a cleanly washed iron pot, a somewhat greasy table, two collapsed circular stools, two slanted chairs, a few glass bottles with unknown powders, and a stack of scattered tarot cards.

“A mysticism enthusiast with an ordinary financial situation?” The black-haired, blue-eyed inspector nodded gently as he made a judgment. Then, he signaled for a subordinate to open the bedroom door.

With a creak, a stronger smell of blood gushed out.

The constable who opened the door looked in and let out a short exclamation as he repeatedly retreated.

The inspector frowned. He pressed the retreating constable’s shoulders, circled around him, and approached the bedroom.

When he swept his gaze, his expression immediately changed.

In the bedroom, on a wooden bed, there was a man lying there. His hands were tied to the bedpost.

He was naked with deep and shallow marks on his body. His blood had long been drained, dyeing the bedsheet and blanket beside him dark red.

On a cursory glance, the deceased had apparently been bound by metal wire, cutting into his skin and flesh, right into his bones.

This scene still affected the policemen who had seen many murder scenes. Furthermore, it had a diabolical feeling like it was a ritual.

As the inspector was about to say something, two people rushed into the room. One of them attempted to take photos while the other bombarded him with questions.

“Another murder case?

there been many murder

think it’s

black-haired, blue-eyed inspector frowned and

interfere with the scene; otherwise, we will view you as the criminal’s

said to the constable from before, “Khazix, please escort the two reporters away. Tell them that if they

were escorted out of the crime scene, the inspector

going on the newspapers

opulent

being killed…” Having had dinner, Audrey

daughter’s soft muttering, Earl Hall shook his

isn’t new in East Borough. The statistics show that there are people dying

chat with her parents and

door as a guard while Audrey locked the door.

a few seconds, she saw a dark red beam of light surge and drown

fog, coming inside the magnificent and ancient

then saw a small room to the side. The

better than the old confessional from before… However, this doesn’t match Mr. World’s character. Did something happen to his state of mind? In thought, Audrey entered the

Gehrman Sparrow and concluded that he had fully recovered. To her surprise, she received a request from

as she felt

leaned against the wall that obviously had another person behind

state of mind and said with a

knew the situation with his Body of Heart and Mind, or in common parlance, his emotions or

different from the last one… What happened this time?

the most useful power of a

clouds” behind the wall scattered significantly. Gehrman Sparrow finally

and said,

think about anything else. Let’s have a chat first, just like

interested in my life, I’m also willing to share with

a moment. Without answering the question, he

myself, to work hard to become a demigod so as to better protect my father, mother,

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