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vomit! vomit!

Klein was there, unable to contain the vomiting, because he did not eat breakfast, and quickly spit out the inventory.

At this time, a tin-iron square pot, much like a cigarette box, appeared in front of his eyes.

The mouth of the lost cork exudes a mixture of flavors like tobacco, disinfectant water, mint leaves, etc., so that Klein’s nose is awkward and the whole person is in a good spirit.

The strong stench still lingers around, but Klein doesn't feel nausea anymore, and vomiting stops quickly.

He followed the tin-colored square pot and saw a pale hand that was not like a living person. He saw the sleeve of the black trench coat and saw the chilly and dark "collector" Frye.

"Thank you." Klein slowly slowed down, holding his knees and standing up again.

Frye nodded with no expression:

"Get used to it."

He stuffed the bottle of Tin Tin pot into his pocket and turned to the body of the highly rotten old woman. He started the inspection without wearing gloves, and Dunn Smith and Lun Nad Mitchell is walking around the room, touching the table and newspapers from time to time.

Old Neil pinched his nose and stood outside the door, complaining snoringly:

"It's so disgusting, I have to apply for a subsidy this month!"

Dunn turned around and touched the wall ash next to the fireplace with his right hand in black gloves, looking to Klein:

“Is it familiar here?”

Klein held his breath and outlined his silver-white pocket watch in his mind, calming his body and mind.

He was in a state of vision and he immediately had a different feeling. In front of him, Huo Ran flashed a picture from the deepest memory:

Fireplaces, rocking chairs, tables, newspapers, nails on rusty doors, tin cans inlaid with silver...

This picture is dark and dark, like a documentary on earth, but more blurred and more illusory.

It quickly overlaps with what Klein sees in front of him. The feeling of deja vu, seemingly coming, is evident, and the illusory and erratic cry once again penetrates the invisible barrier:

"Honakis... Fregra... Hornachs... Fregra... Hornachs... Fregra..."

"There is a little familiarity." Klein replied truthfully, his head was a bit stinging, so he had to tap twice in his eyebrows.

Hornachs... The Hornachs Mountains that appeared in the original main diary?

That is what I read from the Antignus family note...

The whisper just like a certain time ago, is related to the term Hornachs... Is this tempting?

Klein was shocked and did not dare to think deeply, fearing that he would step into the uncontrolled track.

Dunn nodded slightly, went to the front of the cabinet, and suddenly reached out and opened the wooden door above.

The bread in the inside was moldy, and seven or eight gray, hard-haired mice were dead next to it.

"Leonard, you go downstairs to find the patrolling policeman and figure out the situation here." Dunn told the players.

"Okay." Leonard turned and left the house.

Dunn immediately opened the door of the two bedrooms and searched it carefully.

After he confirmed that no clues were found, and the notes of the Antignus family, the "collector" Frye straightened his waist and rubbed his hands with a white handkerchief:

"Death for more than 5 days, no trauma, no significant impact caused by extraordinary strength, the specific reasons must wait for further inspection."

"Have you found anything?" Dunn turned to look at the old Neil and Kline.

The two men who had left the state of vision as early as they shook their heads at the same time.

"Besides having a dead person, everything is normal here. No, there is invisible power to seal the room at first. You know, when we use ritual magic, we often have similar operations." Old Neil thought for a few seconds, added.

Dunn was about to speak, and suddenly looked out the door. After a few seconds, Klein and Old Neil noticed what they were, turning to look at the corner of the stairs.

After a few more seconds, the subtle footsteps grew larger, and Leonard and a policeman walked up.

The police officer smelled stench and his face changed slightly. Immediately, he cooperated with the "colleagues" of the Special Operations Department to knock on the door of the second floor residents and roughly asked about the situation on the third floor.

After a moment, wearing a silver two-V epaulette, he looked at the dead body on the rocking chair:

"Kate Stephana Bieber, between the ages of 55 and 60, the widow, and her son Riel Bieber have been renting here for more than a decade."

"Her husband was a jeweler before her life. Her son is about 30 years old. He has no wife. He has inherited his father's career. He has a weekly salary of 15 pounds and 15 sules. According to their neighbors, they have not met them for more than a week. ""

Here, Klein knows where the next focus is:

Missing, more accurately, does not know where to go, Riel Bieber!

That old note is probably on his body!

“Is there a photo of Riel Bieber?” Dunn looked at the police officer, who played a senior inspector.

But this can't be faked, because in the police department's file, he is indeed a senior inspector. Salaries and subsidies are based on this. Of course, it does not include the church.

The policeman shook his head nervously:

"I don't know... I have to go back to the branch office to find out. Normally, we can't leave photos for every guy."

"I understand, you continue to ask the residents on the first floor, ask in detail." Dunn ordered.

Looking at the police officer, he closed the door and turned to the old Neil:

"Then I will hand it over to you, otherwise I will let the residents here sleep in their dreams, and look for Riel Bieber from their dreams. Well, I don't trust the drawing done according to the dictation."

Old Neil nodded and took a few thumb-sized bottles from the pocket of the black classical robes and sprinkled the liquid in a certain order.

Then he took out a powder and sprinkled around himself.

The strange, pungent smell of transpiration was not affected by the stench in the room, but Klein suddenly felt that the old Neil had a circle of invisible power, separating him from the environment and himself. The power coming is like the state before this house.

Old Neil closed his eyes halfway, his mouth twitching, and he read a low and vague mantra. Klein was not ready, only vaguely heard "I pray for the power of the goddess", "I look forward to the night's care"...

Hey! Suddenly the wind blown through the window and blew the powder.

Klein’s heart suddenly trembled, and the cockroaches on the skin all bulged out. Only a certain “taste” that was difficult to describe and could not be seen directly was extremely diffuse.

His head is confused and tight and unable to relax, just like the state after a difficult math problem.

Suddenly, Neil's eyes opened and his eyes were dark.

He took a water-absorbing pen from his pocket and drew the waste paper on the table. The brush brushed up and the movement was so fast that the whole body was shaking.

Klein stared at him and saw a deep eye socket and a high nose face quickly appearing.

When the short hair of the natural roll is completed, Daniel writes a line of words under the portrait:

"Black hair, dark blue eyes, and all-ceramic dentures on the left side of the mouth."

Hey! The pen in the hands of Old Neil fell on the paper, and his body twitched a few times.

"This is what Riel Bieber looks like in the room." The old Neil whispered that the eyelids quickly returned to normal.

Then, he returned to the previous position and slowly turned around in a circle. The invisible, intermittent force suddenly dissipated and turned into a breeze.

"Like the beauty of the gods." Old Neil joined the chest four times, and made up the shape of the moon.

Klein's spirit was relaxed, and he observed it more carefully. He found that Ryle Bieber's five senses were nothing special, and the temperament was quite peaceful, except that the decrees on both sides of the nose were drooping.

"I'll try to find the object with the stick." He picked up the portrait, flipped through the male clothes in the bedroom, and laid them all on the floor.

Dunn, Leonard and Old Neil did not stop, watching him put the silver-colored black cane on the clothes and portraits, "the corpse" Fry as always silent.

Brown turned black, and Klein finished his meditation deep and quietly, releasing his palm.

The black cane stands quietly like a floor.

"Riel Bieber's position." Klein meditated again in his heart.

In the hustle and bustle of the wind, the cane fell down. In the process of reversing, it changed direction and eventually turned into a small rotation around the fulcrum.

The silver-plated black cane was regained without any help from outside forces.

Klein tried several times and was the same ending. He could only shake his head against Dunn and Old Neil.

A strange power interfered with his "divination"...

Dunn removed the black gloves and said to Leonard and Klein:

"You take Riel Bieber's portrait to ask the residents here, make a final confirmation, and then pass him in the name of murdering the mother."

"Okay." Klein grabbed his cane and bent over to pick up the portrait.

When the neighbors confirmed that the person on the portrait was indeed Riel Bieber, Dunn asked Leonard and the police officers to go to the police station to complete the formalities, and he and Frye went to several bars in Tingen City to find people through underground channels.

Klein and Old Neil returned to the Black Thorns Security Company in a public carriage, less than eight o'clock, and Rosanne had not arrived yet.

Closing the door, Klein looked at the old Neil sideways, and half of the doubts were asked to ask:

"Why me, will I send the notes of the Antignus family to Riel Bieber's house?"

This is not a direction with Welch Residence to Iron Cross Street.

Old Neil walked to the sofa, hehe smiled:

"Isn't this very obvious? You don't know whether it touches the power inside the notes, or you are curious to do some of the rituals it describes. It provokes a strange existence that should not be provoked, and this power, the purpose of this existence is to send notes Give Riel Bieber and break all the clues and let no one discover."

"So, in addition to being picked, Welch and Naya committed suicide on the spot. You, frankly, I still don't understand why you can survive."

"I don't know..." Klein followed and sat down with a deliberate smile. "You guessed about the passing of things, but I didn't understand why I had to give my notes to Riel Bieber."

Old Neil's handkerchief:

"Maybe his birth spirit meets the requirements, or maybe he is the only descendant of the Antignus family. In short, there are too many possibilities... Why is this note sold to our city of Tingen? It should be similar. s reason."

"I think it's a descendant." Klein sighed and sighed. "Unfortunately, I didn't notice it for the first time. Riel Bieber and the note were gone."

Old Neil smiled and said:

"This is a question that Dunn needs to worry about. It is a good thing for you."

"Why do you say that?" Klein wondered and frowned.