Whispering Poems

Whispering Poems Chapter 47

2021-07-06

Chapter 47 The increasingly complex conspiracy

The four are still sitting in four chairs, in Garcia At the same time as the professor raised her hand, Miss Jones began to record the next thing at a faster pace.

The professor with pointy ears had a halo in his hand. While the former Whisper was chanting the incantation, Shade could see colorful blocks of color constantly filling in his living room with the gas lights on.

The whole living room is divided into two, the normal part is the east side where the four people are sitting, and the west side is gradually blurred in the color block filling, but gradually becomes clear.

It's just that the half of the living room that has become clear has turned into a dim low room.

The low room is also divided in two, spliced with Shade's living room, which is extremely dimly lit. There were low beds with dirty yellow sheets, desks with metal typewriters with rusted gears, and bookshelves filled with various other reagents.

The reagents had large and small human eyeballs soaked in it, and even a small primate corpse with its eyes closed and curled up, making Shade very uncomfortable.

The room was extremely dark, and Old Feng's old gas lamp on the desk seemed to go out in the next second.

A middle-aged man with a thin stature, alopecia areata, wearing a brown coat, huddled on the chair in front of the desk like a mouse, turned his head in astonishment, and looked at the strange living room and the four people who suddenly appeared.

His face is pitted and red has blackheads all over his big nose. His pupils narrowed in horror, and the bottle in his left hand was pouring mercury onto the table.

"I'm using Mystic Art - space division, space combination, at least eleven rings to learn."

Professor Garcia of the History Academy said.

"Please tell the truth."

Professor Sanchez with a serious expression stretched out his hand at this time, pointing to the man in the low half of the house, with ambiguous pink rays of light on his fingers :
“Who are you?”

The professor asked aloud.

"Peter the short mouse of [Mercury Blood]."

The short man lost his eyes under the rays of light of the professor's fingers, and the accent was very similar to that of Professor Garcia, probably before All from Carsonrick. The mercury bottle in his hand fell on the table without realizing it.

"What are you doing?"

The professor asked again, the ambiguous pink rays of light between his fingers became stronger.

"We lost an important item - the statue of the old god 'Vampire Duke Laurel', and we wanted to take revenge on the person who stole the statue with a keeper-level relic, but the opponent was too strong. So, I was asked to find clues through Mystic Art -【Smell of Mouse Companion】.

That alley smells very mixed, and after a battle last night, I searched for a whole day, only to find that I once went to One of the people who crossed the alley is using ceremony, and his power is very weak. I am now going through Mystic Art - [mercury poison mist], trying to kill him directly."

Professor Sanchez nodded, Shade watch As he stared at the pink rays of light on his fingers, feeling a little dizzy, Professor Garcia explained:

"This is a spell - charm human beings, the effect is not so good, it is Professor Sanchez's spirit rune It takes system and regular practice to develop such a feature. It's really not easy to get the disobedient young students in the Academy to tell the truth about homework."

"Who else knows What about Mr. Hamilton?"

Professor Sanchez pointed to Shade with his normal finger, and Peter the "dwarf mouse" replied slowly with lost eyes, and his voice became softer, as if he was talking to his own person:
"Only me, I haven't had time to report yet, I want to take the credit for myself. I have never made a mistake in this move, and even the silver-eyed people have praised my Mystic Art."

"You killed People?"

The professor asked.

"Yes, killed a lot, many Mystic Art requires fresh human organs as"

"Well then."

Professor Sanchez on the finger The pink rays of light went out, and then a black light flew out from the fingertips and crossed the dividing line between the two houses. The corpse of Peter the Dwarf fell to the ground, and he fell into a perpetual slumber.

Shade opened his mouth slightly, having a new understanding of the professor's swift and decisiveness. After a few seconds, he remembered and said:

"Professor Sanchez, Professor Garcia, thank you for your Help."

This completely solved the trouble for him because of that old god statue.

As for the dead man, Shade will not be pitiful. The other party is a wicked person, and he wants to harm himself. He is even glad that he doesn't have to get his hands dirty.

"No need to thank you, if it weren't for the fact that I wanted to see you today, he wouldn't have found out who you are."

Professor Sanchez said, then motioned for Shade to get up:
" Go and see if there are any important files on his desktop, and don't touch any items. We cannot leave our seats during the ceremony, otherwise the projection will be unilaterally interrupted."

Shade stood up and heard Xiaomia scratch The door was louder, and the curious but timid cat, presumably desperately wanted to know what was going on outside.

He left his seat and walked towards the other part of the living room that was divided into two, and as he crossed the center line into the low room, a long stagnant stench and rotten smell immediately asserted the senses.

He straddled from the second floor of 6 Sunderland Square to a cramped, bleak rental apartment somewhere in Tobesque. Instead of looking at the row of reagent bottles on the shelf, he went straight to the desk.

In addition to a pool of mercury on the desktop, there are also two types of Mystic Art for finding clues and pouring mercury, and the casting materials required for use. The document is only the unfinished copy on the typewriter. It was a letter, in Kasenric, with an unfinished end.

Most of them were Peter the Dwarf complaining about the troubles at work, the dangers and the foggy weather in Tobesque.

The last paragraph only writes the beginning, mentioning their cooperation with the cultists of Evil God [Blood Feast], and [Blood of Quicksilver] attempted to obtain some materials from the cultists. Another organization [Blood Spirit School] promised to help them, but it seemed to be busy with the delivery room in the new continent, so so far, they have only sent a secret-keeper-level relic as help, which made Yin Tong flies into a rage.

The cultists of [The Lord of the Blood Feast], [Blood of Quicksilver], and [Blood Spirit School], all of which involved three organizations.

Shade wrote down this part of the content, returned to his living room and sat down and reported it in full. The two professors did not comment on this, and Professor Garcia canceled the spatial anomaly, allowing Shade's living room to return to normal.

Even the mercury mist disappeared, as if it was just an illusion. In this way, cautious outsiders do not have to worry about their mercury poisoning and death.

"Anyway, Mr. Hamilton, as part of a warlock, you should try to keep your involvement in such dangerous things as little as possible. Where did we just say?"

For the two professors, What happened just now is not worth mentioning. Shade was also happy that there were no hidden dangers, and after writing down the [Blood Feast Lord] [Blood Spirit School] and what he saw just now, he sat up straight in the chair and said:
"We mentioned two things just now, plus Professor Sia said he was here tonight to guide my time-traveling practice and wait until everything is done talking. The second thing is that you want to talk about our group of five.”

Professor Garcia Chong Shade nods, and Professor Sanchez slaps his head in fear:
"Oh, yes, the five-man group thing, you five-man group, someone has a major problem with one of you, 'the other me' and The normal situation is different, and the Academy thinks that it is a major hidden danger."

Shade, who was still happy just now, suddenly burst into his heart, the complexion greatly changed.

(end of this chapter)