The Lord Of The Mysteries

The Chapter 120

"There was a supernatural presence .." Klein's eyes returned to normal, and he looked at Leonard and Frye.

Leonard suddenly laughed.

"Very professional, and worthy of the title of Astrologer."

Are you trying to hint at something .. Klein muttered in his head.

Frye opened his suitcase and took out a silver knife and other equipment. He stopped and asked, "The corpse told me that he really died of a sudden heart attack. Do you have a way to find out more detailed answers?"

Klein nodded seriously and said, "i can try to combine the medium ritual and the dream prophecy. Hopefully, I will be able to obtain something from the rest of Mrs Lauwis' spirituality."

Frye maintained his cold and reserved state. He took two steps back and said, "Try."

He looked to the side and looked at Klein. He suddenly sighed without much fluctuation in his tone. "You're getting used to this kind of situation."

It's not that I want it. Klein has a desire to cry. He then took out bottles of extracts, essential oils, and herbal powders. Then, he quickly set up a mediumship ritual.

She chanted the honorable title Goddess Overnight amid the walls of spirituality and recited her prayers in Hermes.

Immediately, the wind whirled around him and the light grew dimmer.

Klein's eyes turned completely black, and he repeated the prophetic statement, "Causes the death of Lady Lauwis.

"The cause of Bu Lauwis' death."

…

He entered dreamland while standing up and 'seeing' translucent spirits around the corpse.

Then, he reached out his illusory right hand to touch the rest of Bu Lauwis' spirituality.

In an example, light exploded in front of him as scenes flashed, one after another.

There was a thin and skinny woman wearing tattered clothes, busy making matchboxes.

He suddenly stopped and held his chest.

He was talking to his two children.

His body faltered as he gasped for breath.

He was buying black bread when someone suddenly patted him.

He had heart attack symptoms again and again.

He felt tired and got into bed, but he never woke up again.

Klein observed every detail, intending to search for traces of supernatural factors. But when it was all over, he still did not get any leads. When the obscurity broke out, Klein left the dreamland and returned to the real world.

He removed the wall of spirituality and said to Frye who waited and comforted Leonard, saying,

“No immediate symptoms. Most of the scenes reveal that Bu Lauwis had heart disease a long time ago. The only different scene was when Bu Lauwis was patted on the back by someone. His hands were white and slender, apparently belonging to a woman."

"For such families, they would not go to the doctor unless they were very, very sick. Even if they queue up at a free charity hospital, time is not something they can afford to miss. A day without work may mean no food on the table the next day." Leonard sighed emotionally like a poet.

Frye looked at the corpse on the bed and sighed lightly.

Before Klein spoke, Leonard quickly got out of his pensive state and said while thinking, "Are you implying that supernatural factors come into play when Madame Lauwis is patted? It came from the slender hand of a woman or a mistress?"

Klein nodded and replied, "Yes, but this is just my interpretation. Forecasts are always unclear."

Conversation's over. He and Leonard retreated to the other side of the bed and allowed Frye to take out his equipment from his suitcase without interruption, so he could conduct further checks.

After Frye finished, they waited as he packed his equipment. After cleaning and covering the corpse, he turned around and said, "His death was caused by a natural heart disease. No doubt about it."

After hearing his conclusion, Leonard paced back and forth. He even walked to the side of the door, pausing for a moment before saying, "That's all for now. Let's go to a work house in West Borough. We'll see if we can find another clue. Maybe we can link the two incidents together."

"OK, we can only hope," Klein agreed, still confused.

Frye picked up her suitcase and while jumping up and down and walking, she carefully crossed two floor mattresses without stepping on anyone's blanket.

Leonard opened the door and walked out of the room first. He told Lauwis and the tenant, "You can go home now."

Klein thought for a moment before adding, "Don't rush to bury the corpse. Wait another day, because there might be one more thorough examination."

"Alright, Officer." Lauwis bowed lightly and replied in haste. Then, feeling numb and lost, he said, "Actually, I .. I haven't had the money to bury him. I'll have to save for a few more days, just a few more days. Fortunately, the weather was sunny.to be cold."

Klein was surprised and asked, "You're planning on letting the corpse stay in the room for a few days?"

Lauwis forced a smile and replied, "Yes, fortunately, the weather has gotten colder lately. When we eat, I can carry her to bed…"

After saying those words very calmly, he directly walked out of the apartment, not bothered by Lauwis' shocked expression and gratitude following him.

Klein followed closely and thought of a question.

If the weather is still hot like June or July, how does Lauwis deal with his wife's body?

Choose a very dark night with strong winds, dump the bodies into the Tussock River or the Khoy River? Or just dig a hole and bury it?

Klein knew that the law requiring burial of graves had been established more than a thousand years ago, at the end of the preceding Age. Seven major churches and imperial households from each country have approved laws to reduce the number of water ghosts, zombies, and restless ghosts.

Each country gives land for free, while each church is tasked with guarding and patrolling. They only charge a minimum fee for cremation and burial to pay for the necessary labor.

But even so, people who are really poor still cannot afford it.

After leaving 134 Iron Cross Street on Lower Street, the three Nighthawks and Bitsch Mountbatten split. Secretly, they turned to a nearby work house in the West Borough.

As they got closer, Klein saw a long queue. It was like when people from the Foodaholic Empire on earth queued up for a store that went viral on the Internet. The place is crowded.

"There are about a hundred, no, approaching two hundred," he murmured in surprise. He looked at the people in line wearing tattered clothes with numb expressions. They only occasionally looked at the door of the work house impatiently.

Frye slowed down and said coldly, "There is a limit to the number of poor homeless people each working house will receive each day. They can only accept them based on queue order. Of course, the work house will check and refuse entry for those who fail.” criteria

"The economic recession in the last few months has also played a role .." Leonard sighed.

"Those who don't manage to get in line have to find their own way?" Klein asked involuntarily.

"They can also try their luck at other work houses. Different work houses have different operating hours. However, each one has the same long queue. Some of them will wait starting at two in the afternoon." Fry stop. “The rest of the people mostly starve for a day. Then, they lose the ability to find work and fall into a vicious cycle that leads directly to death. Those who cannot stand the difficulties end up losing their struggle for survival.the good side of the law.”.

Klein was silent for a few seconds before sighing.

"The paper never published any of this. Frye, I almost never heard you talk so much."

"i used to be a priest in the Goddess's workhouse." Frye maintained his cold attitude.

When the three of them arrived at the door of the worker's home in West Borough, they showed their identity documents to the doorman, who stared arrogantly at the queue, before they were taken to the workhouse.

The working house was changed from the old church. There are mattresses and hammocks throughout the Mass hall. The pungent smell of sweat mixed with the smell of Athletes feet permeated every corner.

Inside and outside the hall, there were many poor families. Some swung hammers to break rocks, some plucked oakum; none were free.

“For the poor not to rely too much on the workhouse and be a bastard, The Poor Act of 1336 enforces a rule under which every poor person should only stay in the workhouse for a maximum of five days. Longer than that, people will be expelled. For five days, they had to do rough work, such as breaking rocks or picking oakum. This is the same task criminals do in prison," Frye explained to Klein and Leonard briefly without much emotion.

Leonard opened his mouth, and no one was sure if he was flirting or explaining, "When they leave this workhouse, they can go to another. Of course, they might not be able to move. Heh, perhaps, to some people. , poor people are like criminals."

"… Plucking oakum?" Klein. He didn't know what else to ask.

"Old string fiber is actually a great material to seal gaps in ships." Frye stopped and found a burn mark on the ground.

A few minutes later, the director and the pastor of the worker's house rushed over. They were both men in their forties.

"Salus lit a fire here and just burned himself to death?" Leonard asked, pointing at the pale mark on the ground.

The director of the work house was a man with a wide, bumpy forehead. He scanned the area designated by Inspector Mitchell with blue eyes and nodded in agreement.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Before that, was Salus acting strangely?" Klein asked.

The director of the workhouse thought and said, "According to the person sleeping next to him, Salus has shouted 'God has given up on me', 'The world is too dirty', 'I have nothing left', sort of. along that line. He was filled with hatred and despair. But no one expected him to break all the kerosene lamps and light a fire to burn the place while everyone was sleeping. Thank God, someone found it in time and stopped his evil from acting."

Klein and Leonard then find some people sleeping next to Salus the night before, and they also find the guards who stopped the tragedy. However, those people did not have anything new to tell them.

Of course, they used Spirit Vision, divination, and other methods to check if anyone was lying or misleading them.

"It looks like Salus has long had the idea to take revenge and self-destruct. It seems like a perfectly normal case." Leonard waited until the director and the pastor left to express his opinion.

Klein pondered and said, "My forecast tells me that supernatural factors have influenced the case."

"Let's get rid of the Salus fire case for a while" Leonard said.

Just then, Frye suddenly said, "No, there might be another possibility. For example, Salus acted on the encouragement of someone else, the Beyonder who did not take any supernatural action."

Klein's eyes twinkled as he echoed, "That's very likely, like the instigator from before!"

Tris Inciter!

But it has nothing to do with her death. Lauwis thought as she furrowed her brows slowly.