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?

many murder cases

think it’s a serial

inspector frowned

with the scene; otherwise, we will view you as the

please escort the two reporters away. Tell them that if they have any

the crime scene, the inspector let out a

on the

opulent villa of

victim is suspected to have been abused before being killed…” Having had dinner, Audrey was in the activity room casually reading the

Earl Hall shook his head

Borough. The statistics show that there are people dying every day in there. It’s far from

casual chat with her parents and brother, she returned to

latter stood by the door as a guard while Audrey locked the door. She sat by her bed and chanted Mr. Fool’s

she saw a dark

above the gray fog, coming inside the magnificent and ancient

a small room to the side. The mottled door was

than the old confessional from before… However, this doesn’t match Mr. World’s character. Did something

and concluded that he had fully recovered. To her surprise, she received a

as she

spacious dark room, Audrey leaned against the wall that obviously had another person behind it. Her body slowly slid down as she knelt down with her legs placed

her state of mind and

as she said that, Audrey’s spiritual intuition already knew the situation with his Body of Heart and Mind, or in common parlance, his

World’s current problem is completely different from the last one… What happened this time? Audrey gently bit her lip and calmly made a judgment and used a

the most useful power of a Psychiatrist. In

significantly. Gehrman Sparrow finally hoarsely said, “Good

tone and said, “I’m very curious about your recent experiences.

else. Let’s have a chat first,

my life, I’m also willing to share with you

the wall, Gehrman Sparrow fell silent for a moment. Without answering

as she replied seriously, “To advance myself, to work hard to become

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