The Lord Of The Mysteries

The Chapter 281

On the western fringes of the North Borough, in a three-story house that will soon be abandoned.

It originally belonged to the Backlund School of Medicine, but the latter's main campus has now moved to a better and more suitable location, leaving only a small number of faculty and students left to "guard" the area after failing to graduate.

Audrey wore a white dress and a white mask. Her fine blonde hair was also rolled up and put under a cold-colored surgical cap.

He directed his eyes to the side and looked at the Fors Wall dressed in the same manner. He had always felt that Fors had a special temperament that made him more suited to such clothes than himself.

This is the kind of temperament that allows him to take a scalpel and cut the patient's stomach at all times. He followed half a step behind Fors as they entered the classroom in front of them.

He is shocked by the information he received from Fors because of Mr. Fool said it was a simple task.

Consider that the simplicity of the task is possible from Mr.'s point of view. Fool, Audrey took advantage of the moment when she was alone, changed into a disguise, recited her honorable name and prayed inwardly, to report everything that had happened.

However, he has not received a response.

After passing through the door and entering a room, Audrey instinctively looked around and found that this was no ordinary classroom. There were actually four skeletal specimens and four coffins made of glass. The coffin was filled with pale naked corpses soaked in preservatives.

At the very top of the classroom, there was a transparent glass pillar that was also filled with liquid. Floating inside were the corpses of men wearing black scientific robes.

The corpse clothes stuck tightly to his body, giving off an extremely heavy feeling. He was not relaxed and just floated upright in the middle.

It was as if she died of drowning instead of being placed there after her death.Audrey made an initial assessment based on her attitude as a Spectator.

In addition, he saw a number of men in white suits, white masks, and surgical hats sitting around a long table in the room. None of them said a word, like the body and bones around them.

Looking out at the red moon that finally peeked out from the gloomy darkness, Audrey turned her head back to look at the scene inside the classroom. For a moment, he could not help but shudder as this place instilled an instinctive fear.

But at the same time, he felt excited and agitated.

This was how Beyonder's life should have been. Audrey silently muttered to herself as she followed Fors into a corner before sitting down.

After waiting for a while, the black-clothed male corpse floating within the upright glass pillar in front of the class suddenly opened its eyes. His voice was transmitted through the barrier layer.

"Let's start."

…

East Borough, Dharavi Road.

With a dusty blue-gray worker uniform and hat, he walked along a dark street that had only a few gas lamps still on.

There were candle lights shining down from the various apartments on both sides of the street. This was combined with the red moonlight that passed through the clouds painstakingly, and they barely depicted the silhouette of a pedestrian.

Klein met people in old clothes and in tatters, their faces numb from despair. They are the homeless people the police evicted.

They had no place to sleep, so they wandered aimlessly through the streets. Occasionally, they will find some inconspicuous corner or park bench to rest for a while, but they are soon expelled again.

On a cold, dark night, Klein felt that they were more like zombies than the zombies he saw, and the entire East Borough was more like a ravine than a legendary ravine.

He hurriedly took a quick breath that hurt his throat, causing him to cough involuntarily. He quickly gathered his thoughts and looked through the corner of his eyes into the apartment on the corner of the street. It had obviously had an explosion and had not been repaired.

The best place to monitor TKP is the apartment across the street. The third and fourth floors and roofs all met these requirements. Klein analyzed the situation with the knowledge he learned as a Nighthawk.

Throughout the entire process, he did not slow down his pace to avoid suspicion.

At the end of the street, Klein smoothly crossed the apartment building number 1 and entered the building across the street from the Kindergarten.

The one-bedroom apartment he rented in East Borough was similar to this one, and she had also lived in a slightly higher class apartment with her brother Benson and sister Melissa in Tingen City for quite a long time. It was Klein's personal experience, but it also came from fragments of the original Klein memory.

As his mind raced, Klein lowered his hat, lowered his head, and without hurrying, he climbed the creaking stairs to the third floor.

Due to his unlucky encounter at night, he no longer had a revolver, so all he could do was put one hand into his pocket and hold several tarot cards between his fingers.

There was no light other than the dim moonlight in the third-floor corridor. Klein was in no hurry to move forward, so he carefully observed the layout.

The place directly opposite the CTF is on the left. The room with the best view for surveillance should be the third room from here. Klein started walking slowly and carefully.

After walking through the two rooms, he also stuffed his right hand into his pocket and gently opened the iron cigarette box.

After a split second, his fingers touched the All-Black Eye, and the whispers echoed in his ears as they tried to tear his mind apart.

At the same time, with the help of this broken item, Klein noticed many strange black lines.

These thin lines floated in the air, and even though they were intertwined and slightly entangled, he could still tell who it belonged to if he tracked it back to its source.

The corresponding numbers were reflected in Klein's brain that was about to be cooked. There were men, women, and children sleeping on bunk beds, and some tenants lying on beds on the floor.

The illusion in front of him and the auditory hallucinations in his ears slowly improved as Klein quickly withdrew his hand from the All-Black Eye.

He endured the pain as he continued to move forward. Once he felt relieved, he would immediately observe another room.

Unfortunately, his efforts "seeked" the entire apartment to see if there was a place that allowed observations of TKP in vain.

Phew. Phew. Klein curled up in the corner of the balcony, his hands on his knees as he gasped for breath.

Tears flowed from the corner of his eyes, and from time to time, his nose was watering as if he had fallen ill.

This was the result of his repeated contact with All-Black Eye in a short period of time. Even with Klein's resistance in this area, he wasn't completely immune to it.

The only thing that satisfied him was that it only made him uneasy and did not damage him. Otherwise, he had long since given up and would not dare to try again. It will lead to madness.

After resting for a while, Klein finally calmed down and turned to another apartment that did not have the same view as this apartment, but remained in vain.

Did I misrepresent it? The clue is in the CTF? When Klein returned to the street, he looked suspiciously from the corner of his eye into the apartment with a trail of explosions.

With a mindset just to try it out, he stuffed his hand back into his pocket, pushed the metal cigarette box open, and stuffed his hand inside.

He wanted to see if anyone was hiding in the apartment where the TKP was.

With a buzz, Klein's head suddenly felt like it was being crushed as his body swayed slightly.

Like a drunk, he staggered forward and looked at the apartment that had signs of an explosion.

Because the distance was too far, he could not "see clearly" the black line, nor could he trace the source of the black line. He could barely discern where those black lines gathered, and this indicated that there was someone present.

No, no, no. Klein quickly swept through the area and made a rough assessment.

Suddenly, he saw a black line drifting out from the scene on the third floor that fused into the air!

Klein's pupils narrowed, and he made a confirmation before quickly pulling his hand to stop contact with the All-Black Eye.

There was someone in the ruined room!

The killer was actually crazy enough to wait for investigators to come to the scene?

Wasn't he afraid the official Beyonders would take over the case?

I made a wrong judgment and failed to find it because I had a different logic than a madman…

Many thoughts flashed through Klein's mind as he slowly exhaled and pretended nothing had happened as he walked in a circle until he reached the entrance of the apartment building.

At that moment, all the negative effects he had suffered from All-Black Eye had been extinguished.

Controlling his facial expressions and body language, Klein headed to the third floor as if he was going home, his footsteps quick and heavy from exhaustion.

In the darkness of the corridor, he saw a room without a door that half of its wall collapsed. Then, she "relaxedly" headed for the public bathroom.

As he approached the room, his hand, which had been in his pocket, touched the All-Black Eye.

Once again, a muttering that shattered his thoughts and fuzzy hallucinations assaulted him. Through the corner of his eye, Klein saw an illusory black thread spread from the scene.

As he traced the source, he found a man who had completely fused into the shadows. The aura is the same color.

The man was very tall, almost two meters high. The corner of his mouth drooped slightly, making him seem a bit eccentric.

His cold eyes were like the eyes of a savage beast, possessing a ferocity that could not be hidden.

It was not Lanevus. Klein pulled his finger, loosened his body, and avoided the possibility of staring. He entered the public bathroom at the end of the corridor without stopping. He also did not make the man worry.

Public bathrooms and TKP are not on the same side. He wiped off his cold sweat, and after extinguishing the negative effects, he immediately jumped out of the window, descending skillfully before leaving at a quick pace. He didn't stay much longer.

He knew that within minutes the man would be told of the absence of someone who went to the bathroom, so he had to go as far as possible from the street.

It was not that Klein did not want to walk back to where he came from, but if he did not know which room he could go to, it would also expose him.

The clown quickly ran and circled around the large area before entering the one-bedroom apartment he had rented in East Borough. He then went above the gray fog to ensure that there was no danger of him being caught.

That person must have some sort of deep connection with Lanevus. After thinking for a moment, Klein conjured up a portrait of the man from before, sending his thoughts to the deep red star representing Miss Justice.

Soon after, he said solemnly in a tone of authority, "This is a clue."