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 in

at

“He hit you?”

of authority, making Tracey, who wanted to remain silent,

looked down at the dagger that was no

you who brought it

little slow as she

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

asked, “What is the relationship between the two of

she recovered a little from that deep, reclusive

she said with a look of hope and sorrow,

a self-deprecating

long after I left the grammar

I wait for his arrival or

him and get rid of him completely, but he wasn’t agreeable. He threatened me using all

way to leave him, and that was death. Then, he beat me up and took out a dagger. Y-you

Tracey’s face and said, “The traces at the scene have

deceased were husband and wife, but to his surprise, their relationship was worse than he

nodded blankly and

“Thank you.”

the silence when the police arrived. She raised her hands and accepted

staggered pace and said to the police, “Bring her to check on her injuries first and

know why they had to listen to instructions from a witness. In short, they led Tracey and Wendel to a small hospital

woman, Wendel and two police officers waited in the corridor

the delivery room in a hurry. There seemed to be some problems and they needed help with

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

it? Life’s beauty,” Wendel said

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

wiped clean, making

to her senses and nodded at Wendel before saying,

no longer

heaved a sigh of relief and followed her to

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

there were no pedestrians

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

route he had taken before. He wasn’t worried about getting lost

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

to raise his

confidential document was hidden on the

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

Wendel saw the Irises