Eric became the captain of the "Red Gloves" in the later stages of the previous war and was promoted to Sequence 5 "Spirit Wizard".

He had witnessed the deaths of his predecessor and former predecessor captains, and knew that a higher sequence was not the first guarantee for making himself safer, but caution and prudence were.

For the elite "Red Gloves" among the "Nighthawks", this is a concept that almost everyone believes in, because ordinary "Nighthawks" may only encounter ordinary problems that look like extraordinary events, and even if there are occasional omissions, there is a great probability that they can turn the situation around with their own extraordinary abilities. The "Red Gloves" who are chasing various important cases must have potential targets that are quite dangerous.

At this moment, Eric stood on the fourth floor of the apartment building at 14 Praia Street, facing the tightly closed dark brown wooden door, looked around and said:

"Two 'Nighthawks' have already gone missing here. We must not be careless."

At first, several residents of the apartment building called the police, saying that there was a foul smell coming from Room 403, and that the tenants of Room 303 often heard heavy footsteps overhead.

The police from the corresponding area took two days to come and investigate, and they never left Room 403 again.

After the police station confirmed this, they immediately handed the case over to the Church of Night, but the two "Night Watchmen" who came to handle the case also disappeared, and the door of Room 403 was still tightly closed.

Based on this premise, Archbishop Jianhai County of the Church of Night entrusted the matter to Eric's team and allowed them to apply for a "1" level seal for assistance.

"Yes, Captain." The members of the "Red Gloves" team either nodded or spoke, responding one after another.

Eric said nothing more. He stood in front of the closed dark brown door of Room 403, raised his left palm wearing a red glove, and tapped one of his teeth with his fingers.

A blurry figure suddenly appeared in front of him, and penetrated into Room 403 through the crack in the door as if it had no thickness.

Eric's expression was extremely focused, as if he was observing the situation in the room through the blurry figure.

It was a natural spirit that he controlled, not very powerful but with special abilities. It usually lived on his left front tooth.

Under the current circumstances, Eric thought that he could not just break in, and it would be better to do some reconnaissance first - even if his team had a reasonable combination of abilities and the assistance of powerful seals, he still had to be so cautious.

He believed that things would be much easier if he could get a preliminary understanding of the situation inside and make more targeted preparations.

At this moment, tiny blood vessels appeared in Eric's eyes, and some of them even burst.

As his vision suddenly turned bright red, Eric heard a heavy creaking sound.

The tightly closed dark brown door suddenly opened!

There were a total of six figures inside the room. Three of them were wearing black and white checkered police uniforms, sitting on armchairs, high stools and sofas respectively. Two of them were wearing half-top hats and black windbreakers. One was standing by the door, and one was standing on the platform behind the bay window, with his face pressed against the glass surface, as if looking at the street downstairs.

There was also a figure sitting on a high stool at the edge of the balcony, with an exquisite astronomical telescope in front of him.

The skin of these six figures was swollen, as if someone had pumped a lot of gas into their bodies. Some parts were even cracked and highly corrupted, but they still did not dry up. They were stretched to have a bluish-black sheen, and light yellowish-black liquid was flowing out.

Noticing the door opening, the six figures turned their heads one after another and looked at Eric and the others.

The first one was the former "Night Watcher" standing by the door, and the last one was the man in a cotton shirt sitting behind the astronomical telescope. One of his black and white eyes was still stuck on the lens, and he could only use the remaining one and the dark hole to scan the "Red Gloves" team outside the door.

A faint stench penetrated the noses of Eric and the others, and an indescribable chill filled the surroundings.

Eric instinctively raised his hand to knock his teeth to release more spirits, and then used the extraordinary ability of "Nightmare" to forcibly drag all the targets in front of him into the dream.

However, no matter how he knocked his teeth, no spirit was released, and his extraordinary abilities related to the "Spirit Witch" seemed to disappear all at once.

At the same time, a "nightmare" in the "Red Gloves" team was surprised to find that he could no longer drag people into dreams!

At this moment, except for the physical improvement brought by the potion, their extraordinary abilities disappeared strangely.

"Get out of here!" Eric gave the order in a low voice without hesitation.

This was a strange situation he had never encountered before, so he could only let the team evacuate first, and then select the seals to deal with in a targeted manner.

However, his and his teammates' feet did not move, as if they no longer obeyed the command of their own consciousness.

Eric instinctively lowered his head and looked at his lower body. He saw that his legs were swollen and his trouser legs were about to tear.

In addition, he clearly felt that his skin was decaying, rotting, and oozing pus.

Before he and his "Red Glove" team actually came into contact with their target, they fell into a waking "nightmare" of watching themselves die bit by bit and swell and rot, from which it was difficult to escape.

At this moment, an ordinary hand was reflected in Eric's bloodshot eyes. It grasped the handle and gently pulled it out.

Bang!

The dark brown door to Room 403 closed once again, separating Eric and his Red Gloves team from the creatures in the room.

They instantly regained control of their bodies, but their legs seemed to have been seriously injured, and it was a bit difficult for them to lift their feet or bend their knees.

Eric didn't bother to check his own injuries, but turned his gaze to the hand that closed the door and its owner.

He was a young man wearing a traditional ceremonial hat and a black robe. His facial features were ordinary and it was difficult to leave a deep impression on people. People would forget him the moment they turned their heads.

"I sincerely suggest that you go back now and leave the matter to the archbishop or senior deacons. Of course, you have another option, which is to make a wish to me. I am a wandering magician named Merlin Hermes, and I am best at fulfilling other people's wishes." Klein spared no effort to persuade others to make a wish to him.

Just now, when he saw the rotten face on the bay window, he suddenly had a bad feeling, so he came over to confirm what had happened.

Fulfilling a wish... Eric suddenly recalled the education he received during his training in the temple:

Some High-Sequence Beyonders may be imprisoned or sealed. They will pretend to be magical items that can fulfill wishes to induce you to help them escape. Corresponding examples include: a magic lamp that can fulfill three wishes and a wishing pool...

Is this a High-Sequence Beyonder? But he doesn't look like he's imprisoned or sealed... Eric glanced around, pondered for a few seconds, and asked tentatively:

"If we don't make a wish to you, will you not solve the anomaly in the room?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the wandering magician who called himself Merlin Hermes fell into deep thought, revealing a bit of distress.

A few seconds later, Klein raised his hand and stroked the top hat on his head, half laughing and half sighing:

"Even if you don't make a wish, I will try to solve it."

"...Do I need to say your honorific name or real name when I make a wish to you?" Eric asked after exchanging glances with the team members.

Klein shook his head:

"No, just tell me your wish."

This doesn't create any mystical connection... Eric tried, jokingly saying:

"Then I hope that the anomaly in this room can be resolved and no longer affect the surrounding area."

Klein smiled and clapped his hands lightly.

"Your wish will be granted."

Without waiting for Eric to respond, he smiled and said:

“The anomaly inside can suppress the Beyonder characteristics and make the corresponding abilities ineffective, but this is not absolute.

"Generally speaking, when I encounter this kind of situation, my advice is..."

As he spoke, Klein reached out with his left hand and took out an eye-shaped glass ball. He then twisted the handle with his right palm, allowing the door to open a little.

Then he threw the glass ball into Room 403 through the gap.

As the glass ball flew, it continuously absorbed the surrounding light and emitted brilliant, pure, extreme sunlight, just like a miniature sun.

The next second, Klein closed the door with his right palm to prevent Eric and the others from being unable to bear the sight.

"My suggestion is to use a '1' level seal from the 'Sun' realm to perform a blanket purification." As he finished his words, Klein remembered the "Mutated Sun Holy Emblem" behind the Chanis Gate in Tingen City. Although this is only a '3' level seal, as long as it is given enough time, it can still eliminate the rotten creatures inside.

Eric was about to say that we brought similar seals but had no chance to use them when he saw Mr. Merlin Hermes reopen the door to Room 403.

The six figures inside had evaporated into thin air, and different extraordinary characteristics were slowly condensing. The original cold and foul smell was completely melted by the warm and gentle feeling.

"Solved?" Eric asked after hesitating.

Klein smiled and shook his head:

“No, the root of the problem is still there.

"Have you done any identity check on the owner of this place?"

Eric immediately replied:

"He calls himself John. He is an astronomy enthusiast who likes to study the starry sky with a special telescope at night."

Studying the starry sky... Klein walked into the room calmly and said casually:

"Search this place for possible clues."

For some reason, Eric suddenly felt that Mr. Merlin Hermes was like the captain he had seen when he first joined the Nighthawks. He was professional, calm, and trustworthy.

He nodded to the members of his team, signaling them to do as he was told.

He still followed behind Klein, providing help while also taking necessary precautions.

Klein ignored him and glanced around, approaching the exquisite astronomical telescope, then bent his back and put his eyes to the port.

This could be dangerous... Eric was about to give a warning, but when he thought about the other party's high status and level, he closed his mouth again.

At this time, Klein saw a brilliant and dreamy dark night sky through the astronomical telescope, where every star was twinkling slightly.

Suddenly, his vision was occupied by a huge eye.

This eye seemed to be directly attached to the lens at the other end of an astronomical telescope. It had a grayish-white base and a light yellow pupil. The blood vessels inside were swollen and exuded disgusting translucent pus.