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 in her lifeless

at her bruised

“He hit you?”

some sort of authority, making Tracey,

the dagger that

you who brought it here, or

response was a little slow as she replied,

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 by

and asked, “What is the relationship between

darted about and she recovered a little

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

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

long

let me stay there. I wait for his

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

that was death. Then, he beat me up and took out a

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

and wife, but to his surprise, their relationship was worse than he had

nodded blankly and

“Thank you.”

She only broke the silence when the police arrived.

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

police officers didn’t know why they had to listen to instructions from a witness. In short, they led Tracey and Wendel to a small hospital

police officers waited in the corridor of the hospital without

passed, Wendel saw a pregnant woman being sent to the delivery room in a hurry. There seemed to be some problems and they needed help with

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

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

the baby’s cries amidst the howling wind and rain, her

had already been wiped clean, making her look

seconds, Tracey returned to her senses and nodded at

she was no longer as numb, blank, and

secretly heaved a sigh of relief and followed her to

walked to the street side and prepared to take a rental

stormy night, there were no pedestrians

is the disadvantage 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.

strong winds continued to

caused Wendel to raise his right hand and block his

hidden on the inside of

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

Irises Hotel. At that moment,