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 her bruised

“He hit you?”

of authority, making Tracey, who wanted to

dagger that was no

it you who brought

little slow as

can testify to 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

asked, “What is the relationship

eyes darted about and she recovered a

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

used to be an ugly woman who blindly chased after money. Not long after I left the grammar school, I became

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

him completely, but he wasn’t agreeable. He threatened me using

that there was only one way to leave him, and that was death. Then, he beat me up

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

the deceased were husband and wife,

blankly and

“Thank you.”

when the police arrived.

to the police, “Bring her to check on her injuries first

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

police officers waited

to the delivery room in a hurry. There seemed to be some

a while, he heard the sound of a baby crying, an announcement of a new life coming to this world. At this moment, Tracey happened to come

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

amidst the howling wind

had already been wiped clean, making her look

a few seconds, Tracey returned to her senses and nodded at Wendel

no longer

heaved a sigh of relief and followed her to

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

night, there

He opened the umbrella he had brought with him and made his way back to the

he had the 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 to sweep past Wendel,

raise his right hand and block

hidden on

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

about fifteen minutes in the small town of Utopia, Wendel saw the Irises Hotel. At that moment, his top hat