Chapter 120 Old Neil's Ritual Magic
Half an hour later, the two returned to the first-floor lobby filled with the smell of blood.
They searched every room of the three-story house but found no other victims. It seemed that all the people in the house were gathered in the hall and brutally killed.
Angel also found that the study and master bedroom had been searched, but not in a messy manner. Instead, the search was very purposeful. Even the safe hidden behind the painting was opened normally, but it was empty.
It seems that regardless of whether the murderer came for revenge, he also carried out efficient property looting, and it is very likely that he threatened the owner of the house and made him take out all the valuable items on his own, which made him appear so "efficient".
When the two of them went down the central staircase to the first floor, old Neil, dressed in a black robe, had already arrived at the scene. He placed the wooden box he was carrying on a low stool by the door and was rummaging through it.
Hearing the footsteps of Angel and Leonard, the "secret peeper" turned around.
"When I heard the police officer come looking for me, I thought it would be like the last time with Rel Bieber, a weird but not bloody scene. I didn't expect..."
He looked around the hall, and a trace of solemnity appeared on his wrinkled face.
"Such bloody and violent scenes, in the past few decades, I have also..." He sighed and continued, "Well, actually, I have seen it quite a few times."
"The most recent one was the serial killer who shocked Tingen City five years ago. Well, he was a Sequence 7 from the 'Criminal' pathway, also known as the 'Demon' pathway. He was a 'Serial Killer'."
Old Neil turned around and squatted, continuing to search the wooden box for the necessary ritual materials, and his chatter continued to come out from under his hood.
"They worship demons and enjoy sacrificing innocent lives using unholy rituals they master to please the demons. Victims who fall into their hands often die horrific deaths, like those in this hall."
"The captain mentioned this. Miss Roxanne's father also died while tracking down the serial killer, right?"
Leonard asked from the side.
"Yes, and he died tragically... So we told Roxanne that he died in an accident while protecting the people. Dunn hoped that she could live happily instead of pursuing extraordinary powers and following in her father's footsteps."
Old Neil's words were filled with some sadness, which made Angel feel a little depressed. She didn't expect that Roxanne's father actually died at the hands of a brutal Beyonder, instead of the "accident" she had always heard about.
"Okay, let's not talk about that anymore. What I mean is, this bloody-looking murder scene could be the work of an isolated, perverted villain. It could also be part of a serial murder or a demonic sacrifice ritual."
"You were right to call me over here."
Holding a few thumb-sized glass bottles and a cloth bag, Old Neil stood up from the wooden box and turned back to summarize.
He opened the cork of the glass bottle, walked to the center of the hall, found an open space with less blood and flesh, stood there, and sprinkled the liquids of various colors in the bottle around him, forming a circle.
Then he twisted the powder out of the bag and sprinkled it around.
"This is Holy Night Powder. In this situation, it can replace the ritual dagger and quickly build a spiritual wall."
He explained as he sprinkled the powder.
When the powder met the liquid on the ground, it emitted a pungent smell that covered up the bloody smell in the hall and separated Old Neil from the other two like an invisible wall.
You don't need to prepare a consecrated knife, but you should prepare the materials in advance. It seems that each one has its own convenience...
It was the first time that Angel saw Old Neil, the "Secret Peeper", perform ritual magic. He stared at his every move with curious eyes. Leonard next to him seemed to have seen it many times. He kept looking around and even yawned out of boredom.
Old Neil half-closed his eyes and entered into meditation. His hands were half-open, his lips moved, and he whispered a prayer. Due to the barrier of the spiritual wall, Angel could not hear the content of the prayer clearly, but he thought it was praising the goddess of night and asking for her help.
It feels similar to Klein's dream divination. Set up the scene, enter meditation, and then wake up and tell us what we saw?
Just as Angel was speculating secretly, Old Neil suddenly opened his eyes. The dark red in his pupils became deeper and finally turned into complete black, spreading to the whites of his eyes.
He simply waved his hand to remove the spiritual wall, walked quickly to the wooden box he brought with him, took out a piece of white paper and a pencil, closed the lid of the box and used it as a table, drawing quickly on the paper, waving his arms, his body shaking as if cramping, and an invisible madness revealed all over his body.
Angel and Leonard tiptoed over and saw a thin, thick-lipped face gradually taking shape on the white paper.
"Dark hair, brown eyes, about 30 years old."
After describing in words what the sketch could not express, Old Neil's eyes returned to their normal color and his body stopped shaking crazily.
"Praise the goddess."
He drew a crimson moon on his chest, and the invisible sense of madness around him disappeared.
The secret peeper then lowered his hood and looked at his two teammates beside him, with a trickle of sweat running down his neck.
It seems that the ceremony just now was also a big burden for this elderly man.
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"I saw the remaining scenes in the room, the process of the intruder killing everyone."
After taking a short rest on the bench in the cloakroom, Old Neil began to describe what he saw and heard.
"He gathered everyone in the hall, took his wife and children hostage, and threatened the male owner to hand over his belongings, or he would kill everyone."
"The subsequent footage was a bit messy, perhaps due to interference from some extraordinary ability. Of course, we also saw the result. Including the male host, none of the five people escaped."
He looked towards the door that led from the cloakroom into the hall.
"That's consistent with our suspicions. The upstairs study and bedroom showed no signs of damage or rummaging. All valuables were gone, and the safe was opened with a combination. Alan Prakt must have found it himself. Sadly, these efforts didn't save him or his family."
Leonard said with emotion.
"How did he kill people? Normal methods wouldn't be able to create such a scene, right?"
Angel was more concerned about the murderer's method of killing. At first, she even suspected that it was all done by Mr. C who escaped from Enmat Port, but the portrait given by Old Neil made her feel unfamiliar.
Perhaps this is another "Rose Bishop" of the Aurora Society?
Old Neil also frowned and hesitated before answering.
"After he took the cash, jewelry, and bearer bonds, he forced everyone to drink a red potion. Well, the color was a bit like red wine. Then, with his loud shout, everyone exploded into a bloody mist."
"I can't see what happened next. Perhaps it was the interference caused by the explosion, or perhaps this Beyonder left without a target to communicate with. But I found that during the divination, the amount of 'flesh' on the scene was much greater than what I see now."
The amount of meat...
Angel felt that the word was a bit creepy, and no wonder Old Neil hesitated for a long time before describing the situation.
"So, the murderer not only stole the unaccountable and untraceable property, but also killed everyone at the scene and took away some of their remains?"
Leonard also looked towards the hall and said with a cold face.
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