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.

indescribable luster in

at

“He hit you?”

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

down at the dagger that was no longer dripping

it you who brought it

response was a little slow as she

and said, “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 naturally possess an advantage in this aspect. I’m not discriminating

and asked, “What is the relationship between

eyes darted about and she recovered a little from

a look of hope and sorrow, “I

this, a self-deprecating

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

wait for his arrival or for him

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

was death. Then, he

at Tracey’s face and said, “The traces at the scene have also confirmed the development

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

blankly and

“Thank you.”

say another word. She only broke the silence when the police arrived. She raised her hands and accepted the

“Bring her to check

instructions from a witness. In short, they led Tracey and Wendel to a small hospital in the city without any objections

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

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

sound of a baby crying, an announcement of a new life coming to this world. At this moment,

beauty,” Wendel said to Tracey

amidst the howling

been wiped clean, making her look

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

was no longer as numb,

followed her to the police

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

there were no

convenient enough,” Wendel muttered. He opened the umbrella he had brought with him

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

had already reduced significantly. However, the strong winds continued to

to raise his right hand and block his

document was hidden on the inside

when he was sleeping, not allowing it to be separated from him. For this reason, he

fifteen minutes in the small town of Utopia, Wendel saw the Irises Hotel. At that