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.

was an indescribable luster

glanced at her bruised

“He hit you?”

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

down at the dagger that was

you who brought it here,

was a little

it happened and that there was a

and asked, “What is the relationship between the two

about and she recovered a little

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

self-deprecating smile appeared

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

and let me stay there. I wait for

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 refused to let me leave him. The recent times we

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

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

and the deceased were husband and wife, but to his surprise, their relationship was

nodded blankly and

“Thank you.”

when the police arrived. She

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

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

a woman, Wendel and two police officers waited in the corridor

sent to the delivery room in a hurry.

sound of a baby crying, an announcement of a

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

amidst the howling wind and rain, her

had already been wiped clean, making her look

her senses and nodded at

was no longer

heaved a sigh of relief and followed her to the police station to record

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

middle of the stormy night, there

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

he had the memory, in the mystical sense, of the route he had taken before.

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

raise his right

document was hidden on the inside of

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,

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