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.

indescribable luster

at

“He hit you?”

The man seemed to have some sort of authority, making Tracey, who wanted to remain silent, finally

the dagger that

you who brought it

was a little slow as she replied,

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

paused and asked, “What is the relationship between the

darted about and she recovered a little from that deep, reclusive

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

a self-deprecating smile

Not long after I left the grammar school, I became his mistress under

me stay there. I wait for his

lost 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 ended

to leave him, and that was death. Then, he beat me

at Tracey’s face and said, “The traces at

and wife, but to

nodded blankly

“Thank you.”

silence when the police arrived. She raised her hands and

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

witness. In short, they led Tracey and Wendel to a small hospital in the city without any

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

being sent to the delivery room in a

of a baby crying, an announcement of a

it? Life’s beauty,”

amidst the howling wind and rain,

face had already been wiped clean, making her look very clean and

returned to her senses

time, she was no longer as

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

necessary, Wendel walked to the street side and prepared to take a rental

night, there were no pedestrians or carriages on the

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

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

strong winds

to raise his right

confidential document was hidden on the

had previously kept the document close 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

small town of Utopia, Wendel saw the Irises Hotel. At that moment, his top hat and clothes were