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 her

at

“He hit you?”

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

down at the dagger that was

you who brought it

a little slow as she

before it happened and that there was a fight. Clearly, men naturally possess an advantage in this

the relationship between the two of

recovered a little from that deep,

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

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

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

I wait for his arrival or for

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

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

said,

and wife, but to

blankly and

“Thank you.”

broke the silence when the police arrived. She raised

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

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

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

saw a pregnant woman being sent to the delivery room in a hurry. There seemed to be some problems and they

crying, an announcement of a new life coming to

beauty,” Wendel

the howling wind and rain, her expression was clearly

been wiped clean, making her

seconds, Tracey returned to her senses and nodded at Wendel

longer as

heaved a sigh of relief and followed her to

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

the middle of the stormy night, there were no pedestrians

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

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

strong winds continued to sweep past

raise his right hand and block his

on the inside of

he was sleeping, not allowing it to be separated from him. For this reason, he had already developed a habit. As long as he

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