Lord of the Mysteries

Wendel wasn’t unfamiliar with murder at all. When he heard that, he wasn’t afraid at all. Instead, he calmly allowed his gaze to wander past the woman at the door and into the room’s interior.

He immediately saw a man lying on the ground. His chest was blood-red.

“Are you sure he’s dead?” Wendel asked calmly.

The young lady in her twenties was at a loss at first. Then, she answered with uncertainty, “Maybe… I don’t know…”

“If there’s still hope, we need to send him to the hospital immediately.” Wendel’s tone was like he was speaking to a patient’s family, not a murderer.

The lady holding the blood dagger subconsciously turned her body and made way.

Wendel took a few steps forward and approached the victim.

He didn’t need to squat down. He swept his gaze and made a judgment based on various signs.

“He is indeed dead.”

The woman in her twenties with messy, flaxen-colored hair didn’t show any obvious change in expression. She looked down at her toes and said, “Call the police.”

“How do I address you?” Wendel had already heard hurried footsteps coming from the stairs.

It was obvious that the attendant or hotel owner came up to check on the commotion after hearing the screams.

“Tracey…” the pure lady with an attitude answered softly.

She then sank into her own world and didn’t say another word.

Wendel was just about to say something when the owner of the hotel who had helped him check in previously had already rushed through the door.

“Goddess!” the elderly man shouted after seeing the situation in the room.

Wendel pressed down with his right hand, gesturing for him to calm down before saying, “Call the police immediately. I’ll stay here and watch.”

His temperament and words exuded a sense of confidence that convinced others. The owner of the hotel didn’t waste any time and immediately turned around and ran downstairs.

As for Wendel, when he first came over to check on the situation, it was just a habit as a gentleman. In fact, he didn’t have the intention to get involved in it. After all, he was still shouldering the mission. However, Miss Tracey’s dazed, detached, and cold attitude induced a sense of pity in him. This was a normal reaction for a man.

He surveyed the area as though he was conversing with the air.

“Killing someone doesn’t imply a harsh punishment. It can be categorized into many kinds of situations.”

Tracey slowly raised her head and cast her gaze at the gentleman.

an indescribable luster in

glanced at her

“He hit you?”

of authority, making Tracey, who

at the dagger that

you who brought

response was a little slow as she

the law. I can testify to the police that you had an intense argument before it happened and that there was a fight. Clearly, men naturally possess an advantage in this aspect. I’m not discriminating against women,

asked, “What is the relationship between

recovered a little

with a look of

self-deprecating smile appeared on Tracey’s

who blindly chased after money. Not long after I left

let me stay there. I wait for his arrival or for him to

rid of him completely, but he wasn’t agreeable. He threatened me using all sorts of methods and refused to let me leave him. The recent times we

leave him, and that was death. Then, he beat me up and took out a dagger. Y-you know what happened

glance at Tracey’s face and said, “The traces at the scene have

the deceased were husband and wife, but to his

nodded blankly and

“Thank you.”

broke the silence when the police arrived.

and said to the police, “Bring her to check on her injuries first and treat them to avoid

had to listen to instructions from a witness. In short, they led Tracey and Wendel to a small hospital in the city without

waited in the corridor of the hospital without entering the

pregnant woman being sent to the delivery room in a hurry. There

a new life coming to

beauty,”

the baby’s cries amidst the howling wind

been wiped clean,

seconds, Tracey returned to her senses

longer as numb, blank,

and followed her to the police

to the street side and prepared to take a rental carriage back to the

middle of the stormy night, there were

enough,” Wendel muttered. He opened the umbrella he had brought with him and made his way

the route he had taken before. He wasn’t worried about getting lost in the

strong winds continued to sweep past Wendel,

to raise his right hand and block his

confidential document was hidden on the inside of the

sleeping, not allowing it to be separated from him. For this reason, he had already developed a habit. As long as he had the corresponding self-reminders,

saw the Irises Hotel. At that moment, his top hat and clothes were drenched due to the strong