Lord of the Mysteries

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While Ards was talking to himself, subconsciously glanced at Quentin Cohen and seemed to want to seek clue to gain spiritual sense.

Cohen without the slightest hesitation, the eye socket is hollow and the scorpion is dark blue:

“I don’t have any impression.”

“…well, maybe it’s just the same.” Ards put his left hand and laughed at himself.

Klein was a little disappointed with this result, but still added to a sentence to disable to bear:

“Teacher, Mister Ards, you know, I am very interested in exploring and restoring the history of the fourth era. If you have something to think about, or have other information, can you write to me?”

“No problem.” Because of today’s business, Cohen, a senior associate professor with a fair hair, is quite satisfied with Klein.

Ards also followed the nodded road:

“Your address is still the one before?”

“For the time being, but moving soon, when the time comes I will write to tell you.” Klein replied respectfully.

Cohen senior associate professor shook the black cane:

“It really should be a better environment.”

At this time, Klein glanced at the newspaper in the hands of Ards and said:

“Teacher, Mister Ards, what about the Welch and Naya, what did the newspaper say? I only knew a little from the police responsible for the investigation.”

Ards is waiting to answer, and Cohen, a senior associate professor with a lot of wrinkles, suddenly took a pocket watch along the gold chain on the black tuxedo.

Pā tà !

He pressed it and saw his cane forward:

“The meeting is about to begin, Ards, we can’t delay, you give the newspaper to Moretti.”

“Okay.” Ards handed the newspaper he had turned over to Klein. “We have to go upstairs, remember to write, my address with Cohen hasn’t changed, it’s still the Khoy University history department office, haha.”

He turned and smiled and left the room with Cohen.

Klein took off his hat, saluted, and watched the two gentlemen leave. Then he said goodbye to Harvin Stone, the owner of this office, and walked slowly out of the grey three-story door along the corridor.

In the sunshine, he lifted his cane, unfolded the newspaper, and saw that the head was:

“Thengen Morning News.”

Thengen has a lot of newspapers and magazines… What morning, evening, Honest Newspaper, Beckland Daily, Tasok newspaper, family magazine, story comment… Klein thinks about it, 7 month 8 comes to mind The name of the day, of course, some of which are not local, from the “distribution” based on steam trains

Today, as industrial papermaking and printing become more developed, the price of a newspaper has dropped to 1 pennies, and the coverage of the population has become wider and wider.

Klein didn’t look at other content carefully, and soon found a report on the “incoming robbery and murder” in the “news edition”;

“… According to the police section, the scene in Mr. Welch’s home was terrible, and he lost all his gold, jewelry, and banknotes, as well as all valuable and easy-to-take items, and even the bronze penny was not left. There is reason to believe , This is a group of cruel and vicious gangsters, they will without the slightest hesitation kill innocent people who have seen their looks, such as Mr. Welch, such as Ms. Naya. “

“This is a trample on the laws of the Kingdom! This is a provocation to public safety! No one wants to encounter similar things! Of course, the good news is that the police section has locked the murderer and caught the principal, we will give a follow-up report as soon as possible . “

“Reporter, John Browning.”

I did the processing and disguise… Klein walked on the avenue, nodded invisibly.

He flipped the newspaper with his hands and read other news and serial stories while walking.

Suddenly, the cold hair behind him was all erected, as if there was a fine needle stuck there.

Someone is watching me? Looking at me? Monitor me?

Each and everyone is born, Klein has a clear comprehension.

At Earth, he also felt invisible gaze, and finally found the source of his eyes, but never once reflected as clearly as before, the “conclusion” is clear!

Original self memory The same thing in the shards, too!

Is it cross over, or is that strange “Luck Reversal Ceremony” making my “Sixth Sense” stronger?

Klein resisted the urge to look for the gaze, learned the novels, movies, and TV shows he had seen, slowly stepping back, picking up the newspaper, and looking at the River of Khoy.

Immediately afterwards, he turned his head a little bit to see the scenery with 4 clicks, and then turned around naturally, keeping his surroundings in sight.

There are no people here except the trees, the lawns and the students passing by.

However, Klein is sure who is still watching him!

This……

Klein heartbeat speeds up and blood flows thinly with the intense plop sound one after another.

He unfolded the newspaper, covering his face halfway, fearing that someone might find his expression wrong.

At the same time, he clenched his cane and prepared for the gun.

One step, two steps, three steps, Klein moves slowly, just like before.

He was still peeped and looked at it, but there was no danger of sudden explosion.

After walking a little stiffly through the boulevard, he reached the waiting point of the public carriage and was lucky to find that there was just one coming.

“Iron…Zote…no, Champagne Street.” Klein continually denied his thoughts.

He initially planned to go home directly, but he was afraid to lead the unidentified and good or bad snoopers to the apartment. Then, he wanted to go to Zoutlan Street to ask Night Watcher or colleagues for help, but worried that the other party was beating the grass to Scare the snake, let yourself be exposed, so I had to pick a place.

“6 pennies.” The toll collector replied skillfully.

Klein did n’t take the gold pound out today, and put them in a place where he used to hide money. He only took 2 shilling notes, and he spent the same money when he came, and there were exactly 1 shilling 6 pence left on his body. Take out all the coins and give them to the toll collector.

On the carriage, find the position to sit down, as the door closes, Klein only feels that the uneasiness of being watched has finally disappeared!

He exhaled slowly, only to feel a slight tremor in his hands and feet.

What should I do?

What should I do next?

Klein looked out of the carriage window and tried to think.

Under the premise of not clearing the purpose of the snooper, it is considered malicious first!

Each and everyone’s ideas emerged, and Klein each and everyone vetoed him. He had never experienced a similar thing, and it took him a few minutes to find his ideas.

You must inform Night Watcher that only they can solve the trouble!

But can’t go straight like this, it will be exposed, maybe this is the purpose of the other party…

Following this line of thinking, Klein made a rough plan after another, and the idea became clearer.

call!

He spit out the turbidity, restored the basic calm, and carefully looked at the scenery swept away from the window.

It didn’t happen until the carriage arrived at Champagne Street, but after Klein got off the bus, he immediately got the feeling of uneasiness that was stared at being watched!

He pretended not to notice anything, took the newspaper, carried his cane, and walked slowly toward Zoutlan Street.

However, he not at all entered the street, but went to Scarlet Moon Street on the back, where there was a beautiful white square, and a spired Major Sect Hall!

Church of Saint Selina !

Goddess of the Night church at the headquarters of Thengen!

As a believer, it is not a strange thing to come to participate in the mass and pray on the rest day.

This Major Sect church has an obvious Earth-like Gothic style. The whole is black. The elevation is a high, mottled clock tower. It is located above the huge central buttress between the red and blue lattice windows and inserted into the sky. .

Klein stepped into the church and walked along the aisle to the large prayer hall. On the way, a small high transparent window inlaid with blue and red fine broken patterns entered a ray of rays of light dyed with blue, nearly blue and red. Month, set all around to be extremely dark.

The feeling of being watched disappeared again, and Klein looked as usual, without joy, step by step outside the large prayer hall.

There are no high windows, and the deep darkness becomes the protagonist, but behind the arched platform, the door is directly opposite the wall, and more than 20 fist sized circular holes lead out, letting the brilliant, pure sun shine Mang shined in, condensed and radiance.

It was like a pedestrian in the night, suddenly looking up, saw the starry sky, saw a scorpion, it was so sublime, so pure, so sacred.

Even if it was always thought that God could be understood by research, Klein could not bear to bow his head.

In the gentle and gentle sermon of the bishop, he walked quietly on the aisle separating the left and right seats, and found a position that was unmanned and close to the passage, and slowly sat down.

Leaning the cane against the back of the front chair, Klein took off the top hat, rested on the thigh with the newspaper, and then clasped his hands against the hanging forehead.

Throughout the process, he did it slowly and orderly, just as if he had actually prayed.

Klein closed his eyes and listened quietly to the bishop’s voice in the dark:

“They are naked, have no clothes and no food, and have no cover in the cold.”

“They were drenched by heavy rain, and because there was no shelter, they hugged the rock.”

“They are the mother who was taken away by the child. They are the orphans who have lost hope. They are the poor who are forced to leave the right path.”

“The night hasn’t given up on them ,show them concern.”

… (Note 1)

The echoes are superimposed, and the sound is heard in the ears. Klein’s eyes are dark, and his mind is washed.

He calmly understood this until the bishop completed the sermon and ended the mass ceremony.

The bishop opened the door next to the confession room, a gentleman, a lady, and lined up.

Klein eyes opened, put on a top hat, picked up a cane and a newspaper, followed up, and lined up in an orderly manner.

After more than 20 minutes, it was finally his turn.

Stepping forward, closing the door, Klein was dark again.

“Child, what do you want to say?” The bishop’s voice came from the baffle made of wood.

Klein took the “Special Operations Team seventh group” badge from his pocket and handed it to the bishop from the gap.

“Someone is following me, I want to find Dunn Smith.” As if by the darkness, his tone became soft.

The bishop took over the badge and silenced for a few seconds:

“The doorway of the confession room is to the right. In the end, there is a hidden door next to it. After entering, someone leads the way.”

While speaking, he pulled a rope in the room and let a pastor hear the sound of the bell shaking.

Klein took the badge back, took off the top hat, pressed it on his chest, bowed slightly, then turned his body and pushed the door out.

After confirming that the feeling of being watched did not reappear, he re-applied the black half-high top hat, carrying a cane with no extra expression on his face, turning to the right, and walking to the arched platform.

On the side-aligned wall, he found the secret door, silently opened and flashed in.

The secret door was quietly closed, and a middle-aged man wearing a black priest’s robes appeared in the gas light of the rays of light and appeared in the eyes of Klein.

“What?” the middle-aged pastor asked briefly.

Klein showed the badge and repeated the words he had just said to the bishop.

The middle-aged pastor no longer asks, turns his body and walks silently.

Klein nodded, stroking the top hat, holding a black cane, quietly behind the other.

Roseanne said that at the crossroads to “Chanis Gate”, to the left is the Church of Saint Selina.

Note 1: Adapted from Chapter 20 4 of the Old Testament Job.