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.

luster

glanced at her bruised

“He hit you?”

authority, making Tracey, who

at the dagger that

who brought

was a little slow as she

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, but it’s something explained

the relationship between the two of you?

about and she recovered a little from that deep,

be answering a policeman’s question as she said with a look

this, a self-deprecating smile

money. Not long after I

wait for his

but he wasn’t agreeable. He threatened me using all sorts of methods

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

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

that Tracey and the deceased were husband and wife, but to his surprise, their relationship was worse than

blankly

“Thank you.”

word. She only broke the silence when

the police, “Bring her to check on her

In short, they led Tracey and Wendel

and two police officers waited in the corridor of the

pregnant woman being sent to the delivery room in a hurry. There seemed to be some problems and they

baby crying, an announcement of a new life coming to this world. At this moment, Tracey happened

it? Life’s beauty,” Wendel said

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

already been wiped clean, making her

senses and

longer

sigh of relief and followed her to the police station to record

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

the middle of the stormy night, there were no

enough,” Wendel muttered. He opened the umbrella he had brought with him

the memory, in the mystical sense, of the route he had taken before.

moment, the storm had already reduced significantly. However, the strong winds continued to

Wendel to raise his right hand

was hidden on the

to him 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 self-reminders, he wouldn’t turn over once he fell

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