White feathers?
Klein looked at the tomb without bones and suddenly thought of a word:
Angel!
The classics of the seven major churches are filled with legends of angels and saints, and one of the characteristics of the former is that there are one pair, two pairs, three pairs, and even six pairs of white pure wings behind it.
However, in a flash, Klein remembered another past:
Mr. Azk once described his dream to him, and described the dream that seemed to be life after life.
One of the scenes is in the dark mausoleum, with many open ancient coffins beside them, and there are corpses with white feathers on their backs lying in the coffin!
Is this a special manifestation of the God of Death's path, or a strange phenomenon created by the Spiritual Cult Group?
Klein did not speak, restrained his emotions and looked at the bottom of the tomb with a light buttery white feather.
He initially judged that the old gentleman would not be an angel, because the terrifying extraordinary person in Sequence 2 or even Sequence 1 will definitely have a strong impact on the surroundings after his death. For example, the ashes of the Saint behind the Chanis Gate in Tingen will extend a nearly invisible black and cold thin line to seal the people and things around him.
Of course, it is also possible that he did not really die... like Mr. Azk?Klein bent down and picked up three white feathers with his right palm wearing black gloves.
He planned to go home and do a divination on the fog.
At this time, Coupsty slowed down, rolled and crawled to Klein, looking at the tomb with implicit fear:
Where is the corpse?
Klein glanced at him and said in a low voice:
Maybe, he left by himself.
Going by himself... Copstee repeated in horror, fully realizing how terrible it was for the dead to wake up.
He trembled his legs and said to himself:
But, however, I did not use the resurrection ceremony for him, but for him.
Klein turned his body and stared at him for a few seconds and said:
Death is not the end.
Death is not the end... Death is not the end... Copstee was frightened by the idea he believed in and blurted out, "Will he come back?"
Well, the messenger summoned by the copper whistle is likely to correspond to the old gentleman. In other words, giving the note to the messenger is equivalent to sending a letter to the old gentleman, to a person who has been dead for almost half a year... Haha, I don't know where he is now and what state he is in... Regarding Copstee's question, Klein said lightly:
Don't blow that copper whistle again.
You mean, the copper whistle will attract him back?Copstee asked back in fear.
Before Klein could answer, he asked himself:
Can you help me throw this copper whistle into the Tassok River?
If not, then I will go by myself.
Haven't you been interested in death and corresponding philosophy before?Klein complained in his heart and reached out to take the bronze whistle that belonged to Copstee.
He planned to try to send a letter to the dead when the conditions were right to see what would happen.
Of course, the premise of all this is that he is sure there is not much danger.
After instructing Copstee to refilling the tomb, Klein exchanged with him a while and enriched his knowledge of spiritual blood and the corresponding mysticism, and asked clearly that when Copstee buried the old man, he followed the other party's will and let the body lie down face down.
In some special circumstances, the cumbersome arrangement of using Spirit Dance instead of some ritual magic will be more effective and simple... Seeing that the purpose is achieved, Klein warned Coupsty again, telling him not to play with the so-called resurrection ritual.
Then he left the street from the garden and walked around a long distance to the East Side.
After changing into his previous clothes, he returned to Minsk Street and entered the bedroom, and after a series of operations, he brought three white feathers and Copstee's copper whistle to the grey fog.
Sitting on the high-back chair belonging to the fool, Klein showed paper and pen and wrote the divination sentence that he had long thought of:
Its origin.
Immediately afterwards, he held the three white feathers and leaned back towards the back of the chair.
While reciting silently, Klein entered a dream, surrounded by misty and grayish whiteness.
In such a world, there was a thick and dull darkness. Suddenly, the darkness was stained with crimson color, and a pale hand stretched out the brown soil.
A figure slowly climbed up. He did not lift the stone slab and stir up the soil, but penetrated out like that.
Under the crimson moonlight, the clothes behind the figure were torn and white feathers grew.
The figure with gray hair turned his head slightly, revealing the obvious red spots on his face, as well as his wooden, stunned and emotional eyes.
It took its pace, penetrated the fence with difficulty, and walked towards the depths of the black, moving further and further until it disappeared.
The dream shattered and Klein woke up.
White feathers really grew behind the corpse... Its condition is very similar to Miss Sharon Ah, but it has a clear difference, giving people a very heavy, substantial and not illusory feeling... It seems that it can transform semi-naturally and incompletely between the human body and the spiritual body?
The messenger who communicates with the real world and the spiritual world and the underworld?
Klein reached out and tapped the edge of the long table and pondered for a while.
Immediately afterwards, he divined whether there was danger in sending a letter with Copstee's copper whistle, and got a positive answer, and the spirit swing rotated very much and was very fast.
Unfortunately, Ah cannot use the copper whistle directly on the gray fog, and the messenger cannot enter at all, otherwise there will be no danger... After Klein said to himself, he fell into the gray fog and returned to the real world.
…………
In the early morning, in the relatively fresh woods in Queens.
With a round face, the pharmacist in his thirties appeared in a secluded corner and put the secretly planted herbs into his carry-on skin.
After completing today's task, he straightened his waist, moved his body, and said silently with satisfaction:
Sure enough, my physical fitness has been improved, and I am no longer as I used to be, but I am more resistant to toxins.
But...why is my Sequence 8 a ‘Teacher’?What does this have to do with the 'pharmacist'?
Well, pharmacists are some parts of animals that have domesticated and used plants and lost their lives, and pharmacists are some animals that have domesticated and used alive, including extraordinary creatures?
Then will my Sequence 7 be able to domesticate and use humans?
The old man didn't tell me the name of Sequence 7, nor did he give me the recipe. When I stabilized, I had to try to contact him.
The pharmacist punched and kicked, adapting to his stronger body, and stopped until he was so tired.
Huh... In his breath, he began to think about a serious question:
That is how to play the role of the animal trainer?
What should the trainer do?Looking for animal domestication?The pharmacist muttered, suddenly felt something and looked at the location of the artificial lake.
There was a big golden dog running happily there.
As if he noticed his gaze, the golden retriever turned his head suddenly and looked over.
The eyes collided in the air, and the golden retriever dog was stunned for a moment, then turned around quickly and ran away without a trace.
…………
Inside the luxurious villa of the Earl Hall's house.
Susie returned to the piano room and squatted beside Audrey's feet, sticking out her tongue and panting.
It said fearfully after the blonde girl finished playing a song:
Audrey, I met a terrible guy.
His eyes were terrible!
Yeah?What does he want to do to you?Audrey asked curiously and concernedly.
Susie thought about it seriously and said: I don’t know, in short, he is very dangerous, this is my intuition.
What does he look like?Audrey considered whether to let the guards and servants at home warn the man.
I didn't see clearly, I felt that he was my natural enemy!Susie answered seriously.
Your natural enemy?Dog nemesis?Audrey smiled with a reserved smile:
Susie, you don't want to go to that woods lately.
Wong, Audrey, are you in a bad mood just now?I heard it from your piano sound.Susie asked instead.
Audrey nodded gently and said:
Well…I just received the news from Glylint, Forth and Hugh told me that the party tonight was cancelled.I was going to exchange you for extraordinary materials.
And trying to get in touch with people from the Psychological Alchemy... She added silently in her heart.
Why?Susie asked in confusion.
Audrey thought about answering:
It is said that the serial murder case has had the impact.
…………
On Saturday morning, the air in Beckland was as bad as usual.
Klein was trying to make a pasta that he liked to eat when he was a child. For this reason, he bought high-quality flour, added water and sugar, and made it into a thin basin of paste.
Then he poured oil into the pan and moistened the surface.
After heating, he scooped up some dough with a spoon and poured them to the edge of the pot, spreading them very thin.
In the sizzling sound, he spread several pancakes, and the fragrance of flour gradually spread out.
When it was almost done, he took off the soft dough-shaped pancakes one by one, put them on a plate, and added water to make the remaining ingredients into a batter.
As soon as he returned to the restaurant with the dough and sausage, Klein couldn't wait to pull off a piece and stuff it into his mouth.
The pancake has only a strong wheat aroma and a sweet taste that stimulates appetite. It is simple, simple, but extremely delicious.
It was the taste in memory... Klein ate it quickly, and took a sip of the batter from time to time.
Just as he was eating almost and began to slow down, the doorbell was suddenly ringing, and the jingle sound continued to echo.
New commission?Klein took off his napkin, wiped his hands, got up and walked towards the door.
Before he could hold the handle, the image of a visitor naturally emerged in his mind.
It was a middle-aged and elderly gentleman with gray temples, thin face and outstanding temperament.
That was the private detective Aisinger Stanton who could get the invitation of the police!
What did he come to me for?Klein opened the door with a puzzled look and asked with a smile:
Good morning, Mr. Stanton, is there anything?
Aisinger took off his half-height silk top hat and smiled:
Good morning, Mr. Moriarty, I want to find you to cooperate with you. I think you are an excellent detective. I have found Dongbailang Dock and the dock union just by myself.
cooperate?Klein did not hide his shock.
Aisinger lit the black cane and replied in a deep voice:
Find out the murderer of the recent serial murder case.
The police have given a reward of £2,000.
Klein looked at the tomb without bones and suddenly thought of a word:
Angel!
The classics of the seven major churches are filled with legends of angels and saints, and one of the characteristics of the former is that there are one pair, two pairs, three pairs, and even six pairs of white pure wings behind it.
However, in a flash, Klein remembered another past:
Mr. Azk once described his dream to him, and described the dream that seemed to be life after life.
One of the scenes is in the dark mausoleum, with many open ancient coffins beside them, and there are corpses with white feathers on their backs lying in the coffin!
Is this a special manifestation of the God of Death's path, or a strange phenomenon created by the Spiritual Cult Group?
Klein did not speak, restrained his emotions and looked at the bottom of the tomb with a light buttery white feather.
He initially judged that the old gentleman would not be an angel, because the terrifying extraordinary person in Sequence 2 or even Sequence 1 will definitely have a strong impact on the surroundings after his death. For example, the ashes of the Saint behind the Chanis Gate in Tingen will extend a nearly invisible black and cold thin line to seal the people and things around him.
Of course, it is also possible that he did not really die... like Mr. Azk?Klein bent down and picked up three white feathers with his right palm wearing black gloves.
He planned to go home and do a divination on the fog.
At this time, Coupsty slowed down, rolled and crawled to Klein, looking at the tomb with implicit fear:
Where is the corpse?
Klein glanced at him and said in a low voice:
Maybe, he left by himself.
Going by himself... Copstee repeated in horror, fully realizing how terrible it was for the dead to wake up.
He trembled his legs and said to himself:
But, however, I did not use the resurrection ceremony for him, but for him.
Klein turned his body and stared at him for a few seconds and said:
Death is not the end.
Death is not the end... Death is not the end... Copstee was frightened by the idea he believed in and blurted out, "Will he come back?"
Well, the messenger summoned by the copper whistle is likely to correspond to the old gentleman. In other words, giving the note to the messenger is equivalent to sending a letter to the old gentleman, to a person who has been dead for almost half a year... Haha, I don't know where he is now and what state he is in... Regarding Copstee's question, Klein said lightly:
Don't blow that copper whistle again.
You mean, the copper whistle will attract him back?Copstee asked back in fear.
Before Klein could answer, he asked himself:
Can you help me throw this copper whistle into the Tassok River?
If not, then I will go by myself.
Haven't you been interested in death and corresponding philosophy before?Klein complained in his heart and reached out to take the bronze whistle that belonged to Copstee.
He planned to try to send a letter to the dead when the conditions were right to see what would happen.
Of course, the premise of all this is that he is sure there is not much danger.
After instructing Copstee to refilling the tomb, Klein exchanged with him a while and enriched his knowledge of spiritual blood and the corresponding mysticism, and asked clearly that when Copstee buried the old man, he followed the other party's will and let the body lie down face down.
In some special circumstances, the cumbersome arrangement of using Spirit Dance instead of some ritual magic will be more effective and simple... Seeing that the purpose is achieved, Klein warned Coupsty again, telling him not to play with the so-called resurrection ritual.
Then he left the street from the garden and walked around a long distance to the East Side.
After changing into his previous clothes, he returned to Minsk Street and entered the bedroom, and after a series of operations, he brought three white feathers and Copstee's copper whistle to the grey fog.
Sitting on the high-back chair belonging to the fool, Klein showed paper and pen and wrote the divination sentence that he had long thought of:
Its origin.
Immediately afterwards, he held the three white feathers and leaned back towards the back of the chair.
While reciting silently, Klein entered a dream, surrounded by misty and grayish whiteness.
In such a world, there was a thick and dull darkness. Suddenly, the darkness was stained with crimson color, and a pale hand stretched out the brown soil.
A figure slowly climbed up. He did not lift the stone slab and stir up the soil, but penetrated out like that.
Under the crimson moonlight, the clothes behind the figure were torn and white feathers grew.
The figure with gray hair turned his head slightly, revealing the obvious red spots on his face, as well as his wooden, stunned and emotional eyes.
It took its pace, penetrated the fence with difficulty, and walked towards the depths of the black, moving further and further until it disappeared.
The dream shattered and Klein woke up.
White feathers really grew behind the corpse... Its condition is very similar to Miss Sharon Ah, but it has a clear difference, giving people a very heavy, substantial and not illusory feeling... It seems that it can transform semi-naturally and incompletely between the human body and the spiritual body?
The messenger who communicates with the real world and the spiritual world and the underworld?
Klein reached out and tapped the edge of the long table and pondered for a while.
Immediately afterwards, he divined whether there was danger in sending a letter with Copstee's copper whistle, and got a positive answer, and the spirit swing rotated very much and was very fast.
Unfortunately, Ah cannot use the copper whistle directly on the gray fog, and the messenger cannot enter at all, otherwise there will be no danger... After Klein said to himself, he fell into the gray fog and returned to the real world.
…………
In the early morning, in the relatively fresh woods in Queens.
With a round face, the pharmacist in his thirties appeared in a secluded corner and put the secretly planted herbs into his carry-on skin.
After completing today's task, he straightened his waist, moved his body, and said silently with satisfaction:
Sure enough, my physical fitness has been improved, and I am no longer as I used to be, but I am more resistant to toxins.
But...why is my Sequence 8 a ‘Teacher’?What does this have to do with the 'pharmacist'?
Well, pharmacists are some parts of animals that have domesticated and used plants and lost their lives, and pharmacists are some animals that have domesticated and used alive, including extraordinary creatures?
Then will my Sequence 7 be able to domesticate and use humans?
The old man didn't tell me the name of Sequence 7, nor did he give me the recipe. When I stabilized, I had to try to contact him.
The pharmacist punched and kicked, adapting to his stronger body, and stopped until he was so tired.
Huh... In his breath, he began to think about a serious question:
That is how to play the role of the animal trainer?
What should the trainer do?Looking for animal domestication?The pharmacist muttered, suddenly felt something and looked at the location of the artificial lake.
There was a big golden dog running happily there.
As if he noticed his gaze, the golden retriever turned his head suddenly and looked over.
The eyes collided in the air, and the golden retriever dog was stunned for a moment, then turned around quickly and ran away without a trace.
…………
Inside the luxurious villa of the Earl Hall's house.
Susie returned to the piano room and squatted beside Audrey's feet, sticking out her tongue and panting.
It said fearfully after the blonde girl finished playing a song:
Audrey, I met a terrible guy.
His eyes were terrible!
Yeah?What does he want to do to you?Audrey asked curiously and concernedly.
Susie thought about it seriously and said: I don’t know, in short, he is very dangerous, this is my intuition.
What does he look like?Audrey considered whether to let the guards and servants at home warn the man.
I didn't see clearly, I felt that he was my natural enemy!Susie answered seriously.
Your natural enemy?Dog nemesis?Audrey smiled with a reserved smile:
Susie, you don't want to go to that woods lately.
Wong, Audrey, are you in a bad mood just now?I heard it from your piano sound.Susie asked instead.
Audrey nodded gently and said:
Well…I just received the news from Glylint, Forth and Hugh told me that the party tonight was cancelled.I was going to exchange you for extraordinary materials.
And trying to get in touch with people from the Psychological Alchemy... She added silently in her heart.
Why?Susie asked in confusion.
Audrey thought about answering:
It is said that the serial murder case has had the impact.
…………
On Saturday morning, the air in Beckland was as bad as usual.
Klein was trying to make a pasta that he liked to eat when he was a child. For this reason, he bought high-quality flour, added water and sugar, and made it into a thin basin of paste.
Then he poured oil into the pan and moistened the surface.
After heating, he scooped up some dough with a spoon and poured them to the edge of the pot, spreading them very thin.
In the sizzling sound, he spread several pancakes, and the fragrance of flour gradually spread out.
When it was almost done, he took off the soft dough-shaped pancakes one by one, put them on a plate, and added water to make the remaining ingredients into a batter.
As soon as he returned to the restaurant with the dough and sausage, Klein couldn't wait to pull off a piece and stuff it into his mouth.
The pancake has only a strong wheat aroma and a sweet taste that stimulates appetite. It is simple, simple, but extremely delicious.
It was the taste in memory... Klein ate it quickly, and took a sip of the batter from time to time.
Just as he was eating almost and began to slow down, the doorbell was suddenly ringing, and the jingle sound continued to echo.
New commission?Klein took off his napkin, wiped his hands, got up and walked towards the door.
Before he could hold the handle, the image of a visitor naturally emerged in his mind.
It was a middle-aged and elderly gentleman with gray temples, thin face and outstanding temperament.
That was the private detective Aisinger Stanton who could get the invitation of the police!
What did he come to me for?Klein opened the door with a puzzled look and asked with a smile:
Good morning, Mr. Stanton, is there anything?
Aisinger took off his half-height silk top hat and smiled:
Good morning, Mr. Moriarty, I want to find you to cooperate with you. I think you are an excellent detective. I have found Dongbailang Dock and the dock union just by myself.
cooperate?Klein did not hide his shock.
Aisinger lit the black cane and replied in a deep voice:
Find out the murderer of the recent serial murder case.
The police have given a reward of £2,000.
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