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 her bruised

“He hit you?”

man seemed to have some sort of authority, making Tracey, who

dagger

you who brought it here, or

was a little slow as

“Exercising 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

paused and asked, “What is the relationship between the two

recovered a little from that

policeman’s question as she said with a look of hope and sorrow, “I am, heh, I am

saying this, a self-deprecating smile

to be an ugly woman who blindly chased after money. Not long after

wait for his arrival or for him to

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

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

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

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

blankly and

“Thank you.”

didn’t say another word. She only broke the silence when the police

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

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 in the

officers waited

passed, Wendel saw a pregnant woman being sent to the delivery room in a hurry. There seemed to

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

you feel it? Life’s beauty,”

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

had already been wiped clean, making

seconds, Tracey returned to her senses

was no longer as

of relief and followed her to the police station to

side and prepared to take

of the stormy night, there were no pedestrians or carriages

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

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

moment, the storm had already reduced significantly. However, the strong winds continued to sweep past Wendel, causing

his right hand

on the inside of the

allowing it to be separated from him. For this reason, he had already developed a habit. As long as he had the corresponding

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