Ugh! Ugh!
Klein squatted there, vomiting uncontrollably. Since he hadn't eaten breakfast, he quickly vomited up all his breakfast.
At this moment, a small tin-colored square pot that looked very much like a cigarette box appeared in front of him.
The bottle mouth without the cork exuded a mixed smell similar to tobacco, disinfectant, mint leaves, etc., which made Klein's nose suddenly choke and he became alert.
The strong stench still lingered around, but Klein no longer felt nauseous, and the vomiting soon stopped.
He looked up along the tin-colored square kettle and saw a pale hand that did not look like a living person, the sleeves of a black windbreaker, and the cold and gloomy "corpse collector" Frye.
“Thank you.” Klein recovered completely and stood up again with his hands on his knees.
Fry nodded expressionlessly:
"You'll get used to it."
He plugged the mouth of the tin kettle and put it in his pocket, then turned and walked towards the severely decomposed body of the old woman. Without wearing gloves, he started to examine it directly, while Dunn Smith and Leonard Mitchell were walking around the room, touching the table and newspapers from time to time.
Old Neil held his nose, stood outside the door, and complained in a muffled voice:
“This is so disgusting, I’m going to apply for subsidies this month!”
Dunn turned around and touched the wall plaster next to the fireplace with his right hand wearing a black glove. He looked at Klein and said:
"Does this place look familiar?"
Klein held his breath and pictured his own silver pocket watch in his mind, calming his body and mind.
He was already in a state of spiritual vision, and immediately had a different feeling. A picture from the deepest part of his memory suddenly flashed before his eyes:
Fireplace, rocking chair, table, newspaper, rusty door nails, tin cans inlaid with silver
The picture was dark and gloomy, like a documentary on Earth, but blurrier and more unreal.
It quickly overlapped with everything Klein saw before his eyes. The familiar feeling as if he had been there before was clearly present. The illusory and erratic scream once again penetrated the invisible barrier:
"Honakis FragueraHonakis FragueraHonakis Fraguera"
“A little familiar.” Klein answered truthfully. His head felt a little painful, so he quickly tapped his forehead twice.
The Honachis Mountains that appeared in the diary of the original owner of Honachis?
That was what I read from the Antigonus family notes.
The whisper just now was very similar to the previous one, both involving the term Honachis. Is this an inducement?
Klein was shocked and didn't dare to think any further, fearing that he would lose control.
Dunn nodded slightly, walked to the front of the cupboard, and suddenly reached out and opened the wooden door above.
The bread inside was covered with mold, and seven or eight gray mice with stiff fur lay dead next to it.
"Leonard, go downstairs and find the patrolling police and find out what's going on here." Dunn ordered the team members.
"Okay." Leonard turned and left the room.
Dunn then opened the doors of the two bedrooms and searched them carefully.
After he confirmed that he had found no clues or notes from the Antigonus family, Frye, the "corpse collector," straightened his back and legs, wiped his hands with the white handkerchief he carried with him, and said:
"Death has occurred for more than five days, with no external injuries or significant effects from supernatural powers. The specific cause must await further examination."
"Did you find anything?" Dunn turned to look at Old Neil and Klein.
The two people who had long since left the clairvoyance state shook their heads at the same time.
"Except for the dead man, everything is normal here. No, there was an invisible force that sealed the room at the beginning. You know, we often have similar operations when using ritual magic." Old Neil thought for a few seconds and added.
Just as Dunn was about to speak, he suddenly looked outside the door. After a few seconds, Klein and Old Neil realized something and turned to look at the corner of the stairs.
After a few seconds, the sound of footsteps gradually became louder, and Leonard and a police officer walked up.
The police officer smelled a foul odor and his face changed slightly. He immediately cooperated with his "colleagues" from the Special Operations Department to knock on the door of the resident on the second floor and roughly asked about the situation on the third floor.
After a moment, he, wearing the silver two-V shoulder straps, looked at the dead body on the rocking chair and said:
"Katie Stefanie Bieber, 55 to 0 years old, widow, rented here with her son Riel Bieber for more than ten years."
"Her husband was a jeweler. Her son is about 30 years old and has no wife. He inherited his father's business and earns about 5 pounds a week. According to their neighbors, they haven't seen them for more than a week."
Having described this, Klein already knew where the next focus would be:
The missing one, or to be more precise, the one whose whereabouts are unknown, is Riel Bieber!
That ancient notebook is probably in his possession!
"Any pictures of Riel Bieber?" Dunn looked at the police officer, who was playing the role of a senior inspector. ..
But this cannot be called pretending, because according to the police department's files, he is indeed a senior inspector, and his salary and allowances are based on this, of course, excluding the church part.
The police officer shook his head nervously and said:
"I don't know. We have to go back to the precinct to look for it. Normally, we can't leave photos of every guy."
"I understand. Go ahead and ask the residents on the first floor in detail." Dunn gave the order.
Looking at the police officer, he closed the door and turned to Old Neil:
"I'll leave it to you next. Otherwise, we'll have to let the residents here sleep and look for the image of Riel Bieber in their dreams. Well, I don't trust drawings made based on oral instructions."
Old Neil nodded, took out a few thumb-sized bottles from the hidden pocket on the waist of his black classical robe, and sprinkled the liquid inside around in a certain order.
Then he took out a handful of powder and sprinkled it around himself.
A strange, pungent smell was emanating from the air, unaffected by the stench in the room. However, Klein suddenly felt an invisible force surrounding Old Neil, a force that separated him from the environment, himself, and others, just like the previous state of this house.
Old Neil half-closed his eyes, moved his mouth, and chanted a low and vague spell. Klein was not prepared at once, and only vaguely heard "I pray for the power of the goddess" and "I look forward to the favor of the night."
Woo! A sudden gust of wind blew in through the window, blowing up the powder.
Klein's heart suddenly shook, and all the bumps on his skin bulged out. He felt an indescribable, extremely terrifying "smell" quickly spreading.
His mind was confused, yet tense and unable to relax, just like the state he was in after solving a set of difficult math problems.
Suddenly, Old Neil's eyes opened, and they were dark.
He took out a fountain pen from his pocket and started drawing on the scrap paper on the table. His movements were so fast that his whole body was shaking.
Klein stared and saw a face with deep eye sockets and a high nose bridge quickly appear.
When the natural curly short hair was finished, Old Neil wrote a line of words under the portrait:
"Black hair, dark blue eyes, and a full porcelain denture on the left side of his mouth."
Plop! The pen in Old Neil's hand fell onto the paper, and his body twitched a few times.
"This is the appearance of Riel Bieber that remains in the room." Old Neil whispered as his eyes quickly returned to normal color.
Then, he returned to his previous position and slowly turned around in the same place. The invisible, intermittent force suddenly dissipated and turned into a breeze that blew away.
"Praise the goddess." Old Neil tapped his chest four times, forming the shape of a crimson moon.
Klein relaxed and observed more carefully, and found that there was nothing special about Riel Bieber's facial features and his temperament was quite calm, except that the nasolabial folds on both sides of his nose were obviously drooping.
"I'll try to use the divining rod to find objects." He picked up the portrait, found the men's clothes in the bedroom, and spread them on the floor.
Dunn, Leonard, and Old Neil did not stop him. They watched him stick the black cane inlaid with silver on the clothes and portraits. Frye, the "corpse collector", remained silent as always.
The brown color turned to black. Klein finished his silent recitation with a deep gaze and loosened his hand.
The black cane stood quietly, as if it was inserted into the floor.
"Riel Bieber's location." Klein repeated to himself.
Amid the whistling sound of the wind, the walking stick fell down, but as it fell, it kept changing direction and eventually turned into a small rotation around the fulcrum.
Without any external help, the black cane inlaid with silver regained its footing.
Klein tried several times, but the result was always the same. He could only shake his head at Dunn and Old Neil.
A strange force interfered with my "divination"
Dunn took off his black gloves and said to Leonard and Klein:
"Take the portrait of Riel Bieber and ask the residents here for final confirmation, then arrest him for the murder of his mother."
“Okay.” Klein held his cane and bent down to pick up the portrait.
After the neighbors confirmed that the person in the portrait was indeed Reel Bieber, Dunn asked Leonard and the police officer to go to the police station to complete the formalities, while he and Frye went to several bars in Tingen City to look for the person through underground channels.
Klein and Old Neil took a public carriage back to Blackthorn Security Company. It was not yet eight o'clock, and Roxanne had not arrived yet.
After closing the door, Klein turned his head to look at Old Neil and asked in a half-confused and half-inquiring tone:
"Why would I send the Antigonus family's notes to Riel Biber's house?"
This is in a completely different direction from the Welch residence to Iron Cross Street.
Old Neil walked to the sofa and laughed:
"Isn't this very obvious? You don't know whether you triggered the power in the notebook, or performed some rituals described in it out of curiosity, and provoked a strange existence that should not be provoked. The purpose of this power and this existence is to send the notebook to Riel Bieber and cut off all clues so that no one can find out."
"So, except for you who was chosen, Welch and Naya committed suicide on the spot. Frankly speaking, I still don't understand why you survived."
"I don't know either." Klein sat down and replied with a wry smile. "I also thought of your speculation about what happened. I just don't understand why you had to give the notes to Riel Bieber."
Old Neil spread his hands and said:
"Perhaps his birth numerology meets the requirements, or perhaps he is the only surviving descendant of the Antigonus family. In short, there are too many possibilities as to why the notebook was sold to our Tingen City. There should be similar reasons as well."
"I thought it was a descendant." Klein suddenly realized and sighed, "It's a pity that I didn't notice it right away. Rui Er Biber and the notebook are gone."
Old Neil smiled and said:
"This is a problem that Dunn needs to worry about. It's a good thing for you."
"Why do you say that?" Klein frowned in confusion.