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 cases in East Borough

you think it’s a serial

inspector frowned and waved

otherwise, we will view you

constable from before, “Khazix, please escort the two reporters away.

crime scene,

the newspapers

Empress Borough, the opulent villa of

been abused before being killed…” Having had dinner, Audrey was in the activity room

hearing his daughter’s soft muttering, Earl Hall

that there are people dying every day

too much attention to the matter. After a casual chat with her parents and brother, she returned to her room

minds without any exchanging of words. The latter stood by the door as a guard while Audrey

a few seconds, she saw a dark red beam

arrived above the gray fog, coming inside

saw a small room to the side. The mottled door

something happen to his state of mind? In thought, Audrey entered the room and

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

her puzzled as she felt a

the wall that obviously had another person behind it. Her body slowly slid down as she knelt

her state of mind and said

knew the situation with his Body of Heart and Mind, or

from the last one… What happened this time? Audrey gently bit her lip and calmly made a judgment and used

power of a Psychiatrist. In

scattered significantly. Gehrman

She maintained her brisk tone and said, “I’m very curious about your recent experiences. It seems you

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

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

moment. Without answering the

eyes darted slightly to the side as she replied seriously, “To advance myself, to work

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