The Lord Of Mysteries
Chapter 46: Portrait

Eugh! Eugh!

Klein crouched there, vomiting involuntarily. He was soon finished with his vomit because he had no breakfast.

At that moment, a tin-colored square flask that looked like a cigarette box appeared in front of him.

The mouth that loses its plugs gives off a mixture of odors such as tobacco, disinfectant, and mint leaves. It cleared Klein's nose and rejuvenated him.

The pungent odor continued to stick, but Klein no longer felt nauseous. He immediately stopped vomiting.

He traced the small bottle and saw a pale hand that did not seem to belong to a living member. He looked at the mouth of the black jacket sleeve and looked at the Corpse Collector Frye with his cold and dark demeanor.

"Thank you." Klein recovered completely and with his hands on his knees, he stood back up.

Frye nodded expressionlessly.

"It'll be fine once you get used to it."

He put back the thermos plug and put it in his pocket and turned around, walking over to the badly decomposed corpse. Without gloves, he began to inspect the old woman. As for Dunn Smith and Leonard Mitchell, they paced slowly around the room, occasionally touching the surface of a table or newspaper.

Old Neil pinched his nose and stood outside the door, grumbling in a muffled voice, "It's disgusting. I'll be asking for extra pay this month!"

Dunn turned her head and touched the wall next to the chimney with her gloved right hand. While doing so, he asked Klein, "Does this place look familiar?"

Klein held his breath and drew up a silver pocket watch in his mind to calm down.

With him already in his Spirit Vision state, he instantly felt different. The scene coming from the deepest recesses of his memories flashed past his eyes.

Chimneys, rocking chairs, tables, newspapers, rusty nails on doors, silver-encrusted cans…

The scene is dark and boring, like a documentary from Earth. However, it was even more hazy and illusory.

The scene quickly contradicted what Klein saw. The feeling of deja vu and having been here before clearly appeared. An illusory and subtle scream seemed to pass through the invisible wall:

"Hornacis.. Flegrea. Hornacis…"

"It feels a little familiar." Klein answered honestly while his brain felt a piercing pain. Fortunately, he quickly tapped on his glabella twice.

Hornacis... Hornacis Mountains that appear in Klein's original diary?

It was the content outlined from the Antigonus family notebook…

The murmur was very similar to the one from before. It involves the word 'Hornacis' Is this a form of persuasion?

Klein was gripped by shock as he did not dare to think any deeper, fearing he would put himself on a losing trajectory of control.

Dunn slightly nodded and walked into the closet. He suddenly stretched out his hand and opened his wooden door.

The bread inside was moldy and there were about seven dead mice that were stiff and gray.

"Leonard, go downstairs to call the patrol police and explain the situation here" Dunn ordered.

"Good." Leonard turned around and left the apartment.

Afterwards, Dunn opened the door to the other two bedrooms and conducted a careful search.

After being convinced that there were no clues as well as any marks from the Antigonus family notebook, Frye also stood up. He wiped his hands with the white handkerchief he was carrying and said, "The time of his death was more than five days ago. There were no external injuries nor were there any obvious signs that it was the result of the Beyonder's power.The cause of death would require a postmortem."

"Did you find anything?" Dunn turned to look at Old Neil and Klein.

The two who were no longer in Spirit Vision's condition shook their heads together.

"Other than the corpse, everything is normal. Actually, no, there was an invisible energy that sealed the apartment at first. As you know, there will usually be a similar process when we use ritual magic," Old Neil thought for a moment.

Dunn was just about to say something when she looked out the door. A few seconds later, Klein and Old Neil felt something and turned to look at the stairs.

A few seconds later, the faint footsteps grew louder as Leonard walked with a policeman.

The police expression changed as soon as he smelled a dangerous smell. He immediately teamed up with his "colleagues" from the Special Operations Department and began knocking on the doors of the occupants on the second floor to gain an understanding of the situation on the third floor.

Moments later, the corporal with his two silver chevrons saw the corpse on the rocking chair.

"Katy Stefania Bieber. Between 55 and 60 years. Widows. Has rented this apartment with his son, Ray Bieber for over ten years."

"His husband used to be a jeweler. His son was about thirty years old and still single. He inherited his father's job and made about a pound and fifteen solis a week. According to their neighbors, they haven't met them in more than a year.week."

Before the policeman continued, Klein already knew the next tipping point.

Missing. It is not known where Ray Bieber went!

The ancient notebook could be on him!

"Do you have any pictures of Ray Bieber?" Dunn looked at the police officer. He acts as a high-ranking inspector.

However, it wasn't really acting because he was indeed a high-ranking inspector on the police department list. His salary and various allowances were also paid according to his rank. Of course, that did not include his salary from the Church.

The police officer shook his head nervously and said, "i'm not sure I should go back to the police station to look for him. It's not uncommon for us to have photos of everyone."

"understand. Continue questioning the occupants on the first floor. Ask them in detail." Dunn gave the order.

"I'll leave the rest to you. Otherwise, we have to make all the occupants sleep and get Ray Bieber's appearance. Yeah, I don't really trust sketches based on verbal descriptions."

Old Neil nodded. He took out several thumb-sized bottles from the pocket of his classic black robe and spread the liquid in a certain order.

Immediately after, he took out a lump of powder and spread it in a circle around him.

Surprisingly, a pungent smell spread and was not affected by the sickening smell inside the room. Klein also suddenly realized that there was an invisible force field around him. It separates him from the environment and other people. It was like a room in its previous state.

Old Neil half closed his eyes as his lips muttered a gentle and invisible spell. Unprepared, Klein faintly heard the words, "Goddess, give me strength," "We look forward to the protection of the Night …"

Hum! The wind suddenly tore through the window and blew up the powder.

Klein's heart suddenly shook as he felt goosebumps all over his body. He found it hard to describe it. "The terrifying "smell" that scared him to see instantly spread quickly.

He was confused as he tensed up, unable to relax. It felt as if he had fallen into a state similar to what one would experience after working on a very advanced math problem.

Suddenly, Old Neil's eyes opened, his eyes pitch-black.

He took out a pen from his pocket and began drawing on a scrap piece of paper on the table. He was so fast that his entire body trembled.

Klein focused his gaze and looked at the face with hidden eyes and a tall nasal shaft quickly appeared.

When the natural curly short hair was finished, Old Neil wrote a line below the portrait.

"Black hair, dark blue eyes. The left part of his mouth is a fully ceramic dental implant."

On! The pen in Old Neil's hand fell onto the paper as his body twitched several times.

"This is a picture of Ray Bieber according to what's left in the room." Old Neil whispered as the color of his eyes recovered quickly.

Then, he returned to his original place and slowly circled around it. The invisible force field that isolated things immediately disappeared in the form of a gentle breeze.

"Praise Madam." Old Neil patted his chest at four points, forming the shape of a red moon.

Klein's tense nerves loosened as he made a sharper observation. He found that there was nothing special about Ray Bieber's facial features. He has a relatively mild attitude. The only thing was that his philtrum was clearly degenerating.

"I'll try using Dowsing Rod Seeking." He took the portrait and found the men's clothing in the bedroom and spread it to the ground.

Dunn, Leonard, and Old Neil did not stop him as they saw him put a black stick on top of his clothes and portraits. Frye remained silent as usual.

Klein's eyes turned from brown to black as he finished his reading, only to let go of his grip.

The black stick stood still as if embedded in the ground.

"Ray Bieber's Location." Klein silently repeated to himself again.

With the sound of the wind humming, the stick fell but continued to change direction as it fell. Finally, it began to rotate in small circles.

Without any outside help, the black stick stood steady again.

Klein repeated several times with the same result. All he could do was shake his head at Dunn and Old Neil.

Strange powers disturb the "premonition.." - he.

Dunn took off her black gloves and said to Leonard and Klein, "Take Ray Bieber's portrait and ask the residents for final confirmation. After that, we'll issue an arrest warrant against him for his mother's murder."

"Good." Klein held onto his staff and leaned over to take the portrait.

After the neighbors confirmed that the portrait was indeed Ray Bieber, Dunn instructed Leonard and the police officer to complete the procedures at the station. She and Frye headed to some bars in Tingen City to seek help through other means.

Klein and Old Neil return to the Blackthorn Security Company by public train. It wasn't even eight when they arrived; rozanne hadn't even entered.

After closing the door, Klein tilted his head to Old Neil and, hoping to learn and answer his question, asked him, "Why did I send the Antigonus family notebook to Ray Bieber's house?"

It's really in a different direction than the Iron Cross Street where Welch lives.

Old Neil walked over to the sofa and chuckled.

"Isn't that clear? Who knows what power is in the notebook you summoned; maybe you performed some rituals described out of curiosity and ended up provoking a strange existence that you shouldn't have. The motive for this existence was for the notebook to be sent to Ray Bieber and to decide on all clues, to prevent anyone from finding it."

"Therefore, other than you who were chosen, Welch and Naya committed suicide; regarding you. To be honest, I still don't know how you survived."

"I'm also curious .." Klein sat down and he deliberately replied with a wry smile. "i also thought about your guess about the trial. However, there is one thing I do not understand. Why should I hand over the notebook to Ray Bieber?"

Old Neil shrugged and said, "Maybe his Life Path Number 1 matches the requirements, or perhaps he is one of the last descendants of the Antigonus family. In short, there were too many possibilities.and why the notebook was sold to Tingen. City will have the same reason."

"i don't think it's because he's a descendant." Klein suddenly felt enlightened before he sighed. "Unfortunately, I didn't immediately find out that Ray Bieber and the notebook had disappeared."

Old Neil laughed.

"This was something Dunn had to worry about. As for you, it's something good."

"Why do you say that?" Klein frowned in confusion.

A Life Path Number was proposed by Pythagoras which was set from the date of birth and described the nature of one's journey through life.