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.

an indescribable luster in

at her bruised

“He hit you?”

have some sort of authority, making Tracey, who wanted to

the dagger

who brought

a little

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

“What is the relationship between the two of you? What

darted about and she recovered a little from that

said with a look

saying this, a self-deprecating smile appeared

woman who blindly chased after money. Not long after I left the grammar

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

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 of methods

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

cast a regretful and pitiful glance at Tracey’s face and said, “The

thought that Tracey and the deceased were husband and wife,

nodded blankly

“Thank you.”

silence when

her to check on her injuries first and treat them to avoid any

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

and two police officers waited in the corridor of the

room in a hurry. There seemed to be some problems

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

Life’s beauty,” Wendel said to Tracey

amidst the howling wind and rain, her

had already been wiped clean, making her look very clean

her senses and

time, she was no longer as

followed her to the police station

street side and prepared to take a rental carriage

the stormy night, there were no pedestrians or carriages on

muttered. He opened the umbrella he

sense, of the route he had taken before. He wasn’t worried about getting lost

significantly. However, the strong winds continued to sweep past

Wendel to raise his right hand and

document was hidden on the inside of

to him 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 small town of Utopia, Wendel saw the Irises Hotel.