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?

been many murder cases in East Borough

think it’s

black-haired, blue-eyed inspector frowned and

we

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

the reporters were escorted out of the crime scene, the inspector

the newspapers again.

the opulent

abused before being killed…”

his daughter’s soft muttering, Earl Hall shook his head and

statistics show that there are people

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

of words. The latter stood by the door as a guard while Audrey locked the

she saw a dark red beam of light surge and

gray fog, coming inside the

small room to the side.

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

appointment with The World Gehrman Sparrow and concluded that he had fully recovered. To her surprise, she

left her puzzled as

Audrey leaned against the wall that obviously had another person behind it. Her body slowly slid down

and serene atmosphere, she adjusted her state of mind and said with a brisk

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

and having no interest in anything… Mr. World’s current problem is completely different from the last one… What happened this time? Audrey gently bit her

of a

“dark clouds” behind the wall scattered significantly. Gehrman Sparrow

brisk tone and

else. Let’s have a chat first, just like we’re

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

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

seriously, “To advance myself, to work

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