"What happened?"

Atlu muttered this question to himself, unable to recall what he had done in the past few days.

He looked around like a sleepwalker, and asked in fear, panic, and confusion:

"Who are you?"

"Where is this?"

"This is your bathroom. Don't you recognize it? I'm the private detective responsible for protecting you." Klein looked at the big boy opposite him who hadn't figured out the situation yet and chuckled.

"My family...the detective who protected me...what on earth happened..." Atrus looked around in shock, muttering to himself.

Suddenly, he paused, his already pale face stained with undisguised fear:

"Maybe, maybe there really are ghosts in this world! There really are ghosts!"

His voice was trembling, but Klein could hear two completely different feelings: fear and excitement, which completely matched the emotional color presented.

Excited? This is a boy who deliberately provoked the resentful spirits for the sake of excitement? He is really young and brave and not afraid of death... Klein made a preliminary guess, but asked in confusion:

"ghost?"

After becoming a "magician", his spiritual vision improved slightly, but not by much. He still could not see the surface of the astral body deep in the etheric body, and could not use it to determine whether the target was a Beyonder.

Atlu's pale face suddenly turned red:

"Yes, ghost!"

Waving his arms, he added:

"Beyond our senses, there is a wider world! Really, death is not the end of everything!"

This line... is indeed from an adolescent boy... But I seem to have seen similar words somewhere... Klein smiled and said, "I believe in another saying more. In the face of a time older than antiquity, even death itself will disappear."

Without waiting for Atlu to say anything, he took out his gold-cased pocket watch, opened it, took a look and said:

"So, how did you get yourself into that state? Like a patient having a mental breakdown."

"I..." Atreus tilted his head and thought for a few seconds, "I joined a club. This is not an ordinary club! We all believe that death is not the end. We can even intuitively sense death through the secret covenant and understand that everything can be reversed. Yes, we believe that the dead can be resurrected!"

Klein, who had just crawled out of the grave a little over a month ago, laughed dryly and said:

"You're trying to resurrect the dead?"

Death is not the end... the world outside the senses... everything can be reversed... the secret understanding... isn't this the teaching of the Spiritual Cult? This is all created to resurrect the God of Death... He suddenly realized something and said a few words to himself.

"Yeah!" Atreus nodded with shining eyes but unable to hide his fear.

"Where did you get the bodies from?" Klein asked.

"We, we would secretly dig up graves that had just been buried, or buy them from the hospital..." Atlu said, recalling.

It is indeed a crime that will land you in jail... No wonder Loge Carloman didn't want to call the police... He is really bold... Klein kept a gentle smile and asked:

"Did you succeed?"

"Not yet... At that party, the way they looked at me was like, like they were looking at a dead body, as if wondering where the corresponding secret contract could be placed... Then, we danced a spirit dance, communicating with the world beyond the senses, and then, then I have no memory..." Atrus' body trembled uncontrollably.

Spirit Dance? Is this really the Spirit Cult? This guy became a test subject for his companions? Klein frowned and asked:

"Since then, your memory has only reached till now?"

According to the internal records of the Night Watchers, "Spirit Dance" originated from ancient sacrificial dance, which was popular in the southern continent and was a ritual method favored by the God of Death.

"Spirit Dance" uses rhythm, rhyme and movement to harmonize spirituality, so that it interacts with the natural environment and the object of prayer. Combined with a simple altar arrangement and corresponding honorific names, it achieves a more complex ritual magic effect.

"Yeah." Atreus responded quietly, and suddenly looked up, "What day is it today? What time is it now?"

"1:12 a.m. Friday." Klein answered based on his memory.

Atlu subconsciously took a breath and said:

"I missed the new party..."

"They hold a resurrection ceremony outside Green Cemetery every Friday at 3 a.m."

Green Cemetery is named after the fact that it is not far from Green Park Street.

"You still want to go? Have you forgotten what happened during this period? Oh, you really don't remember, but you should ask your father, mother, and servants." Klein reminded the young man in front of him.

And I may not be able to help you... he added silently in his heart.

After this incident, he discovered another shortcoming of the magician, that is, the lack of ability to deal with ghosts and shadows. The only thing he could do was to manipulate fire. After the other party possessed a human, exorcism and purification became even more difficult, unless he planned to kill both the human and the ghost.

Of course, Klein is not completely helpless in this regard. He can arrange ritual magic to accomplish similar things, but that would be very troublesome and would easily expose himself, making it unsuitable for actual combat.

After thinking about it, he finally chose to use the Azik Copper Whistle to lure out the resentful soul, and then manipulate the flames to complete the purification.

But the degree of this damage is not high. If you encounter a more powerful vengeful spirit, you may not be able to solve it.

I still lack items or spells to deal with undead creatures. It would be great if I had the "Mutated Sun Holy Emblem" of Sealed Artifact "3-0782"... Klein's thoughts wandered briefly.

Atrus suddenly remembered his lost memory, his face turned pale again, and he replied tremblingly:

"No, I don't want to go! I never want to go again!"

“Very good.” Klein praised with a smile.

Atreus looked at his face which showed no fear at all and asked subconsciously:

"I've said so much, aren't you afraid?"

Klein no longer leaned against the wall, slowly stood up, and replied in a relaxed tone:

"For a detective, unless there is definite evidence, it is better not to believe it."

After saying that, he opened the door and walked outside, wondering whether he should contact the Spiritual Cult. After all, this might involve the mystery of Mr. Azik's life experience.

Atreus stared blankly at the back of the private detective in front of him. It took him a while to realize that the bathroom was empty except for himself. The moonlight outside was dim, illuminating the room with hazy shadows, as if there were invisible things lurking and watching.

He shuddered suddenly and shouted:

"Wait for me!"

As he spoke, Atrus quickened his pace, rushed out of the bathroom, and followed closely behind Klein.

I know I’m scared, I know I’m afraid, but there’s still hope... Klein muttered and put his hands in his trouser pockets.

After returning to the bedroom, Stuart did not find that Atlus had improved. He was still frightened by the ghost story he imagined and his face was solemn, so he did not dare to walk around.

When Atrus fell asleep again, Klein took out a copper penny and let it spin between his fingers.

When the time approached 2:50, he tossed the coin and caught it steadily, then stood up and whispered to Stuart:

"I'm going to the balcony to smoke a cigarette."

"Hurry up." Stuart reminded nervously.

Klein put on his long dress, walked out slowly, came to the balcony at the end of the corridor, and hid in the shadows.

Then he took out a relatively crudely cut paper figure.

Bang!

Klein shook his wrist violently, causing the paper to make a crisp sound and expand rapidly, transforming into a human.

The dummy was the same height as Klein, with identical facial features and clothing. From a distance, it looked like a meticulously carved wax figure.

This is one of the applications of the "paper man substitute" technique.

Immediately afterwards, Klein gathered his spirit, clenched his right fist, and tapped his body lightly.

Silently, the dummy seemed to be alive, with a cigarette with a red tip between its lips, and the aroma of tobacco wafting out.

"With the help of the dummy, this illusion can last for half an hour... He's a real magician!" Klein put on his gloves, pressed and pushed, and slid down the balcony stealthily, avoiding the patrolling security guards.

…………

Outside Green Cemetery, in a secluded woods.

Klein stood in the tree canopy, looking at a relatively open and flat area not far away.

Around him were evergreen leaves and brown branches, but their surfaces were covered with gray dust.

As far as Klein could see, seven or eight young men and women in black robes were dancing a strange, slightly twitching, and slightly crazy dance around a corpse.

The dance was full of rhythm and seemed to carry some mysterious flavor.

The girl shakes her long hair and the boy kneels down with his hands outstretched. These scenes have a subtle connection with the surrounding environment.

That is the rhythm of nature.

After they danced for three or four minutes, everything within a radius of ten meters around them was filled with a wild and chaotic temperament. The atmosphere gradually became evil and mixed with a bit of holiness.

It was indeed a “Spirit Dance”… a ritual magic that even ordinary people could participate in… Klein shifted his gaze to the side of the corpse where the man in black robe was concentrating on reciting a spell.

Just now he was instructing those boys and girls on how to perform the "Spiritual Dance".

He should be a member of the Spiritual Cult, most likely a Beyonder... Klein nodded barely perceptibly, intending to observe how the other party performed the resurrection ceremony.

At this time, the dance entered its climax. The adult man in black robe raised his head and took off his wig, revealing several strange tattoos engraved on his bald head.

He raised his hands and shouted:

"grim Reaper!"

"Dear God of Death!"

"Coming back soon!"

After he finished shouting, the dancing stopped and the seven or eight young men and women stood on each side, their expressions confused, expectant, excited, and fearful.

Then, the man in black robe bent down, opened the iron cage beside his feet, and took out a black object from it.

Klein looked carefully and found that it was a black cat with green eyes.

This, this is also possible? He was obviously stunned for a moment, and suddenly thought of the various folk legends about black cats. For example, after a black cat, which symbolizes evil and the messenger of hell, jumps over a corpse, the corpse will be awakened.

This was the first time Klein had seen someone use a similar method in a ritual.

The man in black robe stepped forward, stopped the black cat in his arms from struggling, and threw it towards the corpse.

Meow!

The pitch-black cat's fur exploded, it cried out loudly, and leaped over the corpse.

At this moment, Klein felt that he understood the other party's cat language. He believed that the other party must be saying three words:

"MMP!"

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