Eric became the captain of the "Red Glove" in the later stages of the previous war and was promoted to Sequence 5 "Witch".

He had witnessed the death of his predecessor and his former captain, and knew that a higher order was not the first guarantee of making himself safer, but caution and caution were.

For the elite "Red Gloves" in the "Night Watch", this is a concept that almost everyone believes in, because ordinary "Night Watchers" may only encounter ordinary problems that look like extraordinary events, with occasional omissions, and there is a great probability of relying on their extraordinary abilities to turn the situation around, and the "Red Gloves" chasing various important cases, the potential targets must be quite dangerous things.

At this moment, Eric stood on the fourth floor of the apartment at 14 Praia Street, facing the closed dark brown wooden door, looked around and said:

"Two 'night watchmen' have already disappeared here, and we must not be careless. ”

Initially, several residents of the apartment called the police to report a foul odor coming from room 403, and that tenants of room 303 often heard heavy footsteps overhead.

It took two days for the police in the corresponding area to come to investigate, and then they never left room 403.

After the police department confirmed this, they immediately referred the case to the Night Church, but the two "night watchmen" who came to deal with it also disappeared, and the door of room 403 was still tightly closed.

Based on this premise, the Archbishop of Seashire in the Night Church entrusted the matter to Team Eric, and allowed them to apply for a "Level 1" Seal Aid.

"Yes, Captain. The members of this "red glove" team either nodded or spoke, and responded one after another.

Eric didn't say anything more, standing in front of the closed dark brown door of Room 403, raised his red-gloved left palm, and tapped his fingers on one of his teeth.

A vague figure suddenly appeared in front of him, seeping through the crack in the door and into Room 403 as if it had no thickness.

Eric's expression was unusually focused, as if he was observing the room through the blurred figure.

It was a not-so-powerful but special nature spirit that he had driven, and it usually lived on his left front tooth.

In the current situation, Eric thinks that it is best to do some reconnaissance first - even if his team has a reasonable set of abilities and a strong seal support, it must be so cautious.

If he can initially figure out the situation inside and prepare more in a more targeted manner, he believes that things will be much easier.

At this moment, inside Eric's eyes, tiny blood vessels stood out one after another, and some of them even exploded directly.

As his vision turned bright red, Eric heard a heavy creak.

The closed dark brown door slammed open!

Inside the room, there were six figures, three wearing black and white police uniforms, sitting on back chairs, high stools and sofas, two wearing top hats and black trench coats, one standing by the door, and the other standing on the platform behind the convex belly window, with their faces pressed to the glass surface, as if looking at the street below.

There is also a figure sitting on a high stool on the edge of the balcony, with an exquisite astronomical telescope in front of him.

The skin of these six figures was swollen, as if someone had poured a lot of gas into their bodies, and some places had even cracked and were highly corrupted, but they still did not dry up, and they were stretched out with a blue-black luster, and a pale yellow and black liquid flowed down.

Sensing the opening of the door, the six figures turned their heads one after another and looked at Eric and the others.

First was the former "Night Watchman" standing by the door, and the last was the man in a cotton shirt sitting behind the astronomical telescope, one of his black and white eyes still glued to the lens, and he could only sweep the "red glove" team outside the door with the remaining black hole.

A faint stench penetrated the noses of Eric and the others, and an indescribable coldness filled the surroundings.

Eric instinctively raised his hand to tap his teeth, released more spirits, and then used the extraordinary ability of "Nightmare" to forcibly drag all the targets in front of him into the dream.

However, no matter how much he tapped his teeth, no spirit was released, and his extraordinary abilities associated with the "spirit witch" seemed to disappear all at once.

At the same time, one of the "Nightmares" in the "Red Glove" team was also surprised to find that he couldn't drag people into his dreams!

At this moment, except for the physical improvement brought by the potion still existed, their extraordinary abilities all disappeared and disappeared strangely.

"Get out of here!" Eric did not hesitate and gave the order in a low voice.

This kind of strange situation was something he had never encountered before, so he could only let the team evacuate first, and then select the seals to deal with in a targeted manner.

However, he and his teammates' feet did not move, and it seemed that they no longer obeyed the command of their own consciousness.

Instinctively, Eric looked down and saw that his legs were swollen and his trousers were about to crack.

In addition, he clearly felt that his skin was decaying, rotting, and draining pus.

Before he and his "Red Glove" team could make any real contact with their target, they fell into a lucid "nightmare" from which they could not break free from watching themselves die and swell and rot.

At this moment, Eric's bloodshot eyes reflected an ordinary palm, which grasped the handle and gently pulled it outward.

Bang dang!

The dark brown door to Room 403 closes once more, cutting Eric and his "Red Glove" team off from the creatures in the room.

They instantly regained their grasp of their bodies, but their legs seemed to be injured a lot, whether it was lifting their feet or bending their knees, it was a little difficult.

Eric didn't bother to check his injuries, and turned his gaze to the palm that closed the door and its owner.

It was a young man wearing an ancient ceremonial hat and a black robe, and his facial features were so ordinary that people could not make a deep memory, and they would forget it when they turned their heads.

"I sincerely advise you to go back now and leave the matter to the archbishop or the high deacons, of course, you have another option, and that is to make a wish to me, I am a wandering magician named Merlin Hermes, who is best at granting the wishes of others. "Klein goes out of his way to trick others into making wishes to him.

Just now, when he saw the rotten face on the bay belly window, he suddenly had a bad premonition, so he came over to confirm what was going on.

Wish-fulfillment...... Eric immediately recalls his education in the Templar:

Some high-order extraordinaries may be in a state of detention and sealing, and they will pretend to be wish-granting magical objects to induce you to help them get out of trouble, such as the magic lamp that can fulfill three wishes and the wishing pool......

Is this a high-order extraordinary, but he doesn't look like he's in a state of captivity and sealing...... Eric glanced left and right, pondered for a few seconds, and asked tentatively:

"If we don't make a wish to you, won't you fix the anomalies in the room?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the wandering magician who called himself Merlin Hermes fall into deep thought, and a little distressed.

After a few seconds, Klein raised his hand and stroked the top hat on his head, half-smiling and half-sighing:

"Even if you don't make a wish, I'll try to solve it. ”

“...... Do I need to recite your honorific name or real name to make a wish to you?" asked Eric after exchanging glances with the team.

Klein shook his head:

"No, just say what you want. ”

This does not create a occult connection...... Eric tentatively said, jokingly:

"Then I hope that the anomaly in this room will be resolved and no longer affect the surroundings. ”

Klein smiled, patted his palm, and said:

"Your wish will be granted. ”

Without waiting for Eric to respond, he smiled and said:

"The anomalies inside can suppress extraordinary properties and disable the corresponding abilities, but this is not absolute.

"In general, when this happens, my advice is ......"

As he spoke, Crane grabbed a glass ball in the shape of an eyeball with his left hand, and twisted the handle with his right palm to open the door a little.

Then, through the gap, he threw the glass ball into the interior of Room 403.

In the process of flying, the glass ball constantly absorbs the surrounding light, blooming brilliant, pure, and extreme sunlight, just like a miniature sun.

In the next second, Crane closed the door with his right palm, so that the eyes of Eric and the others would not be unbearable.

"My suggestion is to use the 'Tier 1' seal in the 'Sun' realm for a covering purification. While finishing the sentence just now, Klein remembered the "Mutant Sun Emblem" behind the Chanis Gate in Tingen City, although this is only a "Level 3" seal, as long as it is given enough time, it can also deal with the rotten creatures inside.

Eric was about to say that we were carrying a similar seal, but he didn't have a chance to use it, when he saw Mr. Merlin Hermes reopen the door to Room 403.

The six figures inside had evaporated out of thin air, and the different extraordinary properties were slowly condensing, and the original cold and foul smell was completely melted away by the warm and warm feeling.

"Solved?" Eric asked, hesitating.

Klein shook his head with a smile and said:

"No, the root of the problem is still there.

"Have you done an identity check on the owner here?"

Eric immediately replied:

"He called himself John, an astronomy enthusiast who loved to study the starry sky at night with a specialized telescope. ”

Study the starry sky...... Klein quietly walked into the room and casually commanded:

"Search this place for possible clues. ”

For some reason, Eric suddenly felt that Mr. Merlin Hermes was like the captain of the team when he first joined the Night Watch, professional, calm, and trustworthy.

He nodded to his team and motioned for them to do as they were told.

And he himself was still following Crane's side, both to help and to take necessary precautions.

Crane ignored him, swept his gaze closer to the delicate astronomical telescope, and then bent down and pressed his eyes to the port.

This can be dangerous...... Eric was about to give a reminder, but he closed his mouth again when he thought of the high level and level of the other party's performance.

At this time, Crane saw through the astronomical telescope a bright, dreamy dark night sky, where every star twinkled slightly.

Suddenly, his vision was taken over by a huge eye.

The eye seemed to be directly attached to the lens at the other end of the astronomical telescope, gray and white, pale yellow as the pupil, and the internal blood vessels were swollen, oozing disgusting translucent pus.