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

at

“He hit you?”

some sort of authority, making Tracey, who wanted

dagger

you who brought it here, or

a little slow

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, but it’s something

asked, “What is the relationship between the

eyes darted about and she recovered a

a policeman’s question as she said with a look of hope and sorrow, “I am, heh, I am

saying this, a self-deprecating smile appeared on Tracey’s

money. Not long after I left the grammar

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

interest in this lifestyle, feeling increasingly suppressed as my inferiority complex grew. I wanted to return everything to him and get 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 met all

there was only one way to leave him, and that was death.

a regretful and pitiful glance at Tracey’s face and said, “The traces at the

the deceased were husband and wife,

nodded blankly

“Thank you.”

She only broke the silence when the police arrived. She raised her

to the police, “Bring her to check on her

they led Tracey and Wendel to

Tracey was a woman, Wendel and two police officers waited in the corridor of the hospital without

a hurry. There seemed to

of a new life coming to this world. At this moment, Tracey happened to

you feel it? Life’s beauty,” Wendel said to

listened to the baby’s cries amidst the howling wind and rain,

clean, making her look very clean

returned to her senses and nodded

she was no longer as numb,

and followed her to the police station to record

doing what was necessary, Wendel walked to the street side and prepared to take a rental carriage

there were no pedestrians

small city. It’s not convenient enough,” Wendel muttered. He opened the umbrella he had brought with him and made his way back

had the memory, in the mystical sense, of the route he had taken before. He wasn’t worried about getting

significantly. However, the strong winds continued to sweep past Wendel, causing rain to fall on

his right hand and block

confidential document was hidden on the inside

even when he was 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

minutes in the small town of Utopia, Wendel saw the Irises