Before Klein could turn his new thoughts, he saw the stiff-bodied MP Maynard pushing his hands, clamping the heavy sound of the wind, and pounced straight towards him and to his left!
If it were before, when he encountered such an emergency, he would probably have a slow reaction and would be difficult to avoid. Even if he noticed it in advance, he would have to roll and over to escape from the opponent's attack range in time.
But now, Klein responded almost instinctively, kicking his bright buttonless leather boots, jumping away slantedly, and jumping onto a high-back chair.
Since he had only been promoted for one day, he was not particularly adaptable to his strength, agility and speed. In a hurry, he jumped too high and his footing was at the top of the high-back chair!
There was only a narrow one, Klein tightened his heart, quickly controlled his body, and adjusted his center of gravity.
He shook a few times and stood firmly, like a black cat showing off his balance.
While shaking, he waved his left arm and followed the forward pounce of Maynard. He pulled his cane to its side ribs, causing it to lose balance and staggered on the carpet.
Klein stood on the top of the high-back chair, quickly lifted his right hand, leaned towards his armpit, trying to pull out the revolver from the gun bag, and give the alive zombie a silver magic hunting bullet in front of him.
But at this moment, he suddenly thought of how to deal with the problem of hand-to-hand.
If a hole was opened in the body of a MP Maynard, how should we explain the cause of death to the other party's family to the new party members concerned about this matter?
I just shot his body?
As the thought flashed, Klein reached into the pocket of the police uniform with his right hand and touched a thin triangle.
Requiem talisman... He made a quick judgment, took out the silver talisman without hesitation, and shouted a word in Guhemis:
Crimson!
As the spell echoed, the spell exuded a sense of peace and tranquility. Klein hurriedly injected his spirituality into it and threw it towards Maynard, the struggling zombie who was climbing up.
The ice-blue flames emerged, wrapping and burning the triangle flake. The quiet and soft black quickly spread, eliminating the tension and anxiety of the soul.
Living zombies Maynard stopped there, his empty eyes staring at the ground, and the mucus at the corners of his mouth fell onto the blanket one by one.
Klein breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to take out the materials, arrange the rituals, and use a purification method to solve the unclean creatures in front of him.
But suddenly, Maynard's throat made another jojo sound, and his empty eyes looked at the left pocket of Klein's police uniform.
I wipe... Klein jumped, jumped from the top of the high-back chair to the sill of the convex belly window.
Meanwhile, he heard the sound of the high-back chair falling and breaking.
Klein, whose scalp was slightly numb, had to draw out a rectangular silver sheet again.
This is the Sleeping Talisman!
It is not only the living people who need sleep. The dead themselves are in a long sleep. They must have abnormalities before they wake up and wander on the ground!
In some mystic books, some zombies are even described in this way:
They sleep in the daytime and wake up at night.
Crimson!
Klein yelled the Guhemis spell again, intending to fail again this time, without considering the consequences, pulling out the revolver and shooting randomly.
Only by living can you get rid of subsequent problems!
Feeling the silver flakes in his palm became cold, Klein injected his spirituality into his body and threw it out.
The dark red flames illuminated his eyes, and a slight explosion echoed in the guest room.
The quiet and gentle power scattered out, with the fatigue that the creatures could not resist. The zombie Maynard had just climbed up from the broken high-back chair and immediately shook it a few times, closed his empty eyes, and lay down.
With the experience just now, Klein did not dare to relax. He immediately took out the Ammanda Solid Dew extracted mixed with distillation of night herbs, deep sleep flowers, chamomile, dragon-patterned bark, full moon essential oil made of moon flowers and other materials, and quickly arranged an altar.
Immediately afterwards, he used the Holy Eve powder to block the nearby area with the spiritual wall, including the altar and the sleeping zombie Maynard.
Reciting the mantra silently, lighting the corresponding three candles, and dripping pure dew essential oil into the candlelight, sprinkling herbal powder, Klein took a step back and looked at the zombie Maynard vigilantly while reciting in Hermith's language:
The goddess of night who is more sublime than the stars and longer than eternity;
I pray for your favor;
I pray that you will favor one of your faithful guardians.
I pray for the power of crimson;
I pray for the power of sleep and silence;
I pray that you purify this unclean creature near me, Mr. John Maynard.
……
Moon Flower Ah, a herb of the Red Moon, please pass the power to me spell!
Deep Sleeping Flower Ah, a herb that belongs to the Red Moon, please pass the power to me spell!
……
Silently, it seemed as if the cool breeze blowing from the middle of the night echoed inside the spiritual wall, and wisps of thin black mist evaporated out of the body of Maynard.
When everything subsided, Klein repeatedly confirmed that the other party would not wake up again using spiritual vision and divination methods.
Seeing the result, he completely let go of the heart he was holding, ending the ceremony and lifting the wall of spirituality.
How could he suddenly cheat on the zombie?Klein stood in front of Maynard lying on the carpet, looking down with a frown.
For an extraordinary person with great inspiration, there are obvious signs of whether the deceased will be cheated, not to mention Klein or a diviner. He always has some premonitions about similar things, but the changes just now were completely beyond his expectations.
Unless, unless there are more mysterious factors that affect... Just like the clown in the tuxedo... Klein carefully recalled the scene just now and vaguely noticed the problem:
The zombie Maynard has been trying to attack the left pocket of his police uniform!
Left pocket?Klein handed the silver-black staff to his right palm, put his left hand into his pocket, and took out an old bronze whistle placed inside.
This is a copper whistle covered with mysterious patterns, which Azk lends to him to summon messengers.
This copper whistle caused Maynard to become alive?It is possible that Mr. Azke is either a descendant of the God of Death, or has a certain connection with the God of Death. The magical items he always carries have similar functions and is logical... Klein nodded thoughtfully, took out a copper penny, and made a quick divination based on his judgment just now.
Because he was at the scene, because he was holding the corresponding item and because of the sufficient information, he quickly came to the conclusion and saw the copper penny rolling downwards, falling to his palm, with his avatar facing upwards.
This means certain... Mr. Azke didn't remind me to pay attention to similar problems. Well... He is an amnesia patient, and it is normal for him to remember it. Moreover, the copper whistle may not have a negative impact on him, and it is very likely to be suppressed... In the future, when going to cemeteries, ancient castles and other places where there are many corpses or are prone to haunting, you can't carry this copper whistle, otherwise you will add difficulty to yourself and seek death crazy... Klein silently wrote down the newly summarized precautions and brought the unclothed Councillor Maynard back to the bed without any effort.
Looking at the clear marks of the opponent's side rib being beaten, Klein sighed, covered it with a white cloth, pretending not to notice.
This problem will be left to the police department!Well, the two talismans just now belonged to the task consumption and could be reimbursed... He thought about it and collected the items, walked to the door with the portrait, and unlocked the anti-lock.
With a creak, the door opened, and Klein saw Inspector Tole and stood outside, not letting anyone get close.
What happened just now?Toller asked in confusion and concern.
He vaguely heard a lot of movement inside.
Klein smiled and replied deliberately exaggeratedly:
Councillor Maynard came alive and tried to give me a warm hug.
Don't joke... Toler looked in the room helplessly.
Why be so serious?Klein spread his hands and said, because of the uncertain issue for the time being, Councillor Maynard became a living zombie, well, it was the kind in various ghost stories. Fortunately, I had not left yet, and I used ritual magic to clear the uncleanness in time, allowing him to return to a peaceful sleep.
Does this have anything to do with his death?Toller asked with a serious expression.
I can't give you an answer, I don't even know what's wrong, you should be clear that things that cannot be explained are quite common in our field. Klein said perfunctorily, then shook the portrait in his hand and said, "When I was psychic, I saw the scene before the death of Councillor Maynard. He was sharing the joy that couples should have with this lady, and covered his heart at the happiest time.
You mean...what is he the cause of death?Toller looks like you know.
This is theoretically the case, and it is subject to subsequent dissection.Klein handed the portrait to Inspector Tolle.
Toler only glanced at him and exclaimed:
Mrs. Sheron!
Klein looked at the other person with a blank look:
Is she very famous?
Well, in terms of appearance and figure, he should be quite famous... He complained in his heart.
Toller glanced around and introduced with a little excitement:
Mrs. Sharon is the most famous and beautiful widow in Tingen and the most sought after woman in social occasions. She is Baron Hoy's second wife, but unfortunately becomes a widow.
She is widely popular among the aristocratic class and rich businessmen, and is a famous socialite who can receive invitations to both the Conservative Party and the New Party banquet.
It is said that she and her stepson, the current Baron Hoy, some nobles of Beckland, and several senior government employees, have an ambiguous relationship with a very energetic lady... Unexpectedly, she and Maynard also have this kind of relationship... Hey...
Simply put, an excellent socialite... Klein secretly summarized it and pointed to the house sideways:
The next link is not in my mission, and it is your question how to interrogate Mrs. Sharon.
Well, before the purification, I took a stick to Councillor Maynard. You guys can do it and think of an explanation.
If it were before, when he encountered such an emergency, he would probably have a slow reaction and would be difficult to avoid. Even if he noticed it in advance, he would have to roll and over to escape from the opponent's attack range in time.
But now, Klein responded almost instinctively, kicking his bright buttonless leather boots, jumping away slantedly, and jumping onto a high-back chair.
Since he had only been promoted for one day, he was not particularly adaptable to his strength, agility and speed. In a hurry, he jumped too high and his footing was at the top of the high-back chair!
There was only a narrow one, Klein tightened his heart, quickly controlled his body, and adjusted his center of gravity.
He shook a few times and stood firmly, like a black cat showing off his balance.
While shaking, he waved his left arm and followed the forward pounce of Maynard. He pulled his cane to its side ribs, causing it to lose balance and staggered on the carpet.
Klein stood on the top of the high-back chair, quickly lifted his right hand, leaned towards his armpit, trying to pull out the revolver from the gun bag, and give the alive zombie a silver magic hunting bullet in front of him.
But at this moment, he suddenly thought of how to deal with the problem of hand-to-hand.
If a hole was opened in the body of a MP Maynard, how should we explain the cause of death to the other party's family to the new party members concerned about this matter?
I just shot his body?
As the thought flashed, Klein reached into the pocket of the police uniform with his right hand and touched a thin triangle.
Requiem talisman... He made a quick judgment, took out the silver talisman without hesitation, and shouted a word in Guhemis:
Crimson!
As the spell echoed, the spell exuded a sense of peace and tranquility. Klein hurriedly injected his spirituality into it and threw it towards Maynard, the struggling zombie who was climbing up.
The ice-blue flames emerged, wrapping and burning the triangle flake. The quiet and soft black quickly spread, eliminating the tension and anxiety of the soul.
Living zombies Maynard stopped there, his empty eyes staring at the ground, and the mucus at the corners of his mouth fell onto the blanket one by one.
Klein breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to take out the materials, arrange the rituals, and use a purification method to solve the unclean creatures in front of him.
But suddenly, Maynard's throat made another jojo sound, and his empty eyes looked at the left pocket of Klein's police uniform.
I wipe... Klein jumped, jumped from the top of the high-back chair to the sill of the convex belly window.
Meanwhile, he heard the sound of the high-back chair falling and breaking.
Klein, whose scalp was slightly numb, had to draw out a rectangular silver sheet again.
This is the Sleeping Talisman!
It is not only the living people who need sleep. The dead themselves are in a long sleep. They must have abnormalities before they wake up and wander on the ground!
In some mystic books, some zombies are even described in this way:
They sleep in the daytime and wake up at night.
Crimson!
Klein yelled the Guhemis spell again, intending to fail again this time, without considering the consequences, pulling out the revolver and shooting randomly.
Only by living can you get rid of subsequent problems!
Feeling the silver flakes in his palm became cold, Klein injected his spirituality into his body and threw it out.
The dark red flames illuminated his eyes, and a slight explosion echoed in the guest room.
The quiet and gentle power scattered out, with the fatigue that the creatures could not resist. The zombie Maynard had just climbed up from the broken high-back chair and immediately shook it a few times, closed his empty eyes, and lay down.
With the experience just now, Klein did not dare to relax. He immediately took out the Ammanda Solid Dew extracted mixed with distillation of night herbs, deep sleep flowers, chamomile, dragon-patterned bark, full moon essential oil made of moon flowers and other materials, and quickly arranged an altar.
Immediately afterwards, he used the Holy Eve powder to block the nearby area with the spiritual wall, including the altar and the sleeping zombie Maynard.
Reciting the mantra silently, lighting the corresponding three candles, and dripping pure dew essential oil into the candlelight, sprinkling herbal powder, Klein took a step back and looked at the zombie Maynard vigilantly while reciting in Hermith's language:
The goddess of night who is more sublime than the stars and longer than eternity;
I pray for your favor;
I pray that you will favor one of your faithful guardians.
I pray for the power of crimson;
I pray for the power of sleep and silence;
I pray that you purify this unclean creature near me, Mr. John Maynard.
……
Moon Flower Ah, a herb of the Red Moon, please pass the power to me spell!
Deep Sleeping Flower Ah, a herb that belongs to the Red Moon, please pass the power to me spell!
……
Silently, it seemed as if the cool breeze blowing from the middle of the night echoed inside the spiritual wall, and wisps of thin black mist evaporated out of the body of Maynard.
When everything subsided, Klein repeatedly confirmed that the other party would not wake up again using spiritual vision and divination methods.
Seeing the result, he completely let go of the heart he was holding, ending the ceremony and lifting the wall of spirituality.
How could he suddenly cheat on the zombie?Klein stood in front of Maynard lying on the carpet, looking down with a frown.
For an extraordinary person with great inspiration, there are obvious signs of whether the deceased will be cheated, not to mention Klein or a diviner. He always has some premonitions about similar things, but the changes just now were completely beyond his expectations.
Unless, unless there are more mysterious factors that affect... Just like the clown in the tuxedo... Klein carefully recalled the scene just now and vaguely noticed the problem:
The zombie Maynard has been trying to attack the left pocket of his police uniform!
Left pocket?Klein handed the silver-black staff to his right palm, put his left hand into his pocket, and took out an old bronze whistle placed inside.
This is a copper whistle covered with mysterious patterns, which Azk lends to him to summon messengers.
This copper whistle caused Maynard to become alive?It is possible that Mr. Azke is either a descendant of the God of Death, or has a certain connection with the God of Death. The magical items he always carries have similar functions and is logical... Klein nodded thoughtfully, took out a copper penny, and made a quick divination based on his judgment just now.
Because he was at the scene, because he was holding the corresponding item and because of the sufficient information, he quickly came to the conclusion and saw the copper penny rolling downwards, falling to his palm, with his avatar facing upwards.
This means certain... Mr. Azke didn't remind me to pay attention to similar problems. Well... He is an amnesia patient, and it is normal for him to remember it. Moreover, the copper whistle may not have a negative impact on him, and it is very likely to be suppressed... In the future, when going to cemeteries, ancient castles and other places where there are many corpses or are prone to haunting, you can't carry this copper whistle, otherwise you will add difficulty to yourself and seek death crazy... Klein silently wrote down the newly summarized precautions and brought the unclothed Councillor Maynard back to the bed without any effort.
Looking at the clear marks of the opponent's side rib being beaten, Klein sighed, covered it with a white cloth, pretending not to notice.
This problem will be left to the police department!Well, the two talismans just now belonged to the task consumption and could be reimbursed... He thought about it and collected the items, walked to the door with the portrait, and unlocked the anti-lock.
With a creak, the door opened, and Klein saw Inspector Tole and stood outside, not letting anyone get close.
What happened just now?Toller asked in confusion and concern.
He vaguely heard a lot of movement inside.
Klein smiled and replied deliberately exaggeratedly:
Councillor Maynard came alive and tried to give me a warm hug.
Don't joke... Toler looked in the room helplessly.
Why be so serious?Klein spread his hands and said, because of the uncertain issue for the time being, Councillor Maynard became a living zombie, well, it was the kind in various ghost stories. Fortunately, I had not left yet, and I used ritual magic to clear the uncleanness in time, allowing him to return to a peaceful sleep.
Does this have anything to do with his death?Toller asked with a serious expression.
I can't give you an answer, I don't even know what's wrong, you should be clear that things that cannot be explained are quite common in our field. Klein said perfunctorily, then shook the portrait in his hand and said, "When I was psychic, I saw the scene before the death of Councillor Maynard. He was sharing the joy that couples should have with this lady, and covered his heart at the happiest time.
You mean...what is he the cause of death?Toller looks like you know.
This is theoretically the case, and it is subject to subsequent dissection.Klein handed the portrait to Inspector Tolle.
Toler only glanced at him and exclaimed:
Mrs. Sheron!
Klein looked at the other person with a blank look:
Is she very famous?
Well, in terms of appearance and figure, he should be quite famous... He complained in his heart.
Toller glanced around and introduced with a little excitement:
Mrs. Sharon is the most famous and beautiful widow in Tingen and the most sought after woman in social occasions. She is Baron Hoy's second wife, but unfortunately becomes a widow.
She is widely popular among the aristocratic class and rich businessmen, and is a famous socialite who can receive invitations to both the Conservative Party and the New Party banquet.
It is said that she and her stepson, the current Baron Hoy, some nobles of Beckland, and several senior government employees, have an ambiguous relationship with a very energetic lady... Unexpectedly, she and Maynard also have this kind of relationship... Hey...
Simply put, an excellent socialite... Klein secretly summarized it and pointed to the house sideways:
The next link is not in my mission, and it is your question how to interrogate Mrs. Sharon.
Well, before the purification, I took a stick to Councillor Maynard. You guys can do it and think of an explanation.
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