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 her lifeless

glanced at her

“He hit you?”

of authority, making Tracey, who wanted

down at the dagger that was no

it you who brought it here, or

response was a little slow as she

your right to self-defense is in line with 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

and asked, “What is the relationship between

recovered a little

a look of hope and sorrow, “I am, heh,

self-deprecating smile

ugly woman who blindly chased after money. Not long after I left the grammar school, I became his

and let me stay there. I wait for his arrival or

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

there was only one way to leave him, and that was death. Then, he beat me up and took out a dagger. Y-you know what happened after

and said, “The traces at the scene have

the deceased were husband and wife,

nodded blankly

“Thank you.”

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

“Bring her to check on her injuries first and treat them to

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

officers waited in

being sent to the delivery room in a

baby crying, an announcement of a

beauty,” Wendel

the howling wind and rain, her expression was

had already been wiped clean, making her look very clean

a few seconds, Tracey returned to her senses and nodded

was no longer

relief and followed her to the police station to

the street side and

middle of the stormy night, there were no pedestrians or carriages on

the disadvantage of a small city. It’s not convenient enough,” Wendel muttered. He opened the umbrella he had

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

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

caused Wendel to raise his right hand and block

on the inside of

him. For this reason, he had already developed a habit. As long as he had the

in the small town of Utopia, Wendel saw the Irises Hotel. At that moment, his