White feathers?

Klein looked at the tomb without bones, and Huo Ran thought of a word:

"Angel!"

The texts of the Seven Great Churches are full of legends of angels and saints, and one of the characteristics of the former is that it has one, two, three, and even six pairs of white pure wings growing on its back.

However, in an instant, Klein remembered another part of the past:

Mr. Azik had described to him his dreams, dreams that seemed like life after life.

One of the scenes is in the dark mausoleum, with many open ancient coffins beside them, and in the coffin lies a corpse with a white feather on its back!

Is this a special manifestation of the "Grim Reaper" path, or is it a strange phenomenon created by the Spirit Order? Klein didn't speak, reined in his emotions, and calmly looked at the white feathers stained with light butter at the bottom of the tomb.

He preliminarily judged that the old gentleman would not be an angel, because the terrifying extraordinaire of Sequence 2 or even Sequence 1 would definitely have a strong impact on the surroundings after death, for example, the "ashes of the sage" behind the Chanis Gate in Tingen City would extend an almost invisible black cold thin line to seal the people and things around them.

Of course, it is also possible that he is not really dead...... Like Mr. Azik did, Klein bent down and picked up three white feathers from his black-gloved right palm.

- He plans to go to the gray mist to do a divination when he returns home.

At this time, Kapusti eased up, crawled to Klein's side, and looked at the tomb with hidden fear:

"What about the corpses?"

Crane glanced sideways at him and said in a low voice:

"Perhaps, he went on his own. ”

"Gone ...... myself," Copusty repeated in horror, fully realizing what a terrible thing it was for the dead to wake up.

His legs trembled, and he said to himself:

"But, however, I did not use the rite of resurrection on him, on him. ”

Crane turned around, stared at him for a few seconds, and said:

"Death is not the end. ”

"Death is not the end...... Death is not the end...... "Frightened by the ideals he believes in, Kaupsti blurted out, "He, will he come back?"

Well, the messenger summoned by the bronze whistle most likely corresponds to the old gentleman, that is to say, giving the note to the messenger is equivalent to sending a letter to the old gentleman, sending a letter to a person who has been dead for almost half a year...... Oh, I don't know where he has gone now, what state he is in...... In response to Copsti's question, Klein made an understatement:

"Don't blow that brass whistle again. ”

"You mean the Bronze Whistle will draw him back?" asked Kapusti in horror.

Without waiting for Klein to reply, he pleaded to himself:

"You, can you help me throw this copper whistle into the Tasok River?"

"If it doesn't work, then, then I'll go myself. ”

Haven't you been interested in the philosophy of death before?" Crane sneered, and reached out to take the bronze whistle that belonged to Kaupsti.

He planned to try to send a letter to the dead man when the conditions were right and see what would happen.

Of course, the premise of all this is that he is sure that there is not much danger.

After instructing Copusty to refill the tomb, Klein exchanged with him for a while about the "Spirit Dance" and the corresponding occult knowledge, enriching his own knowledge and asking him whether Coughusty had buried the old gentleman and had the body lying face down on his stomach in accordance with the other party's will.

In some special cases, it is more effective and easier to replace some of the cumbersome arrangements of ritual magic with a "spirit dance...... Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Klein warned Kapusti to stop messing around with the so-called resurrection ritual.

He then left the street from the garden and went far away to take a carriage to the East End.

After changing into his previous clothes, he returned to Minsk Street, entered his bedroom, and after a series of operations, brought three white feathers and Kaupsti's copper whistle to the gray mist.

Sitting in the high-backed chair belonging to the fool, Crane took out his pen and paper and wrote down the divination sentence that he had thought of a long time ago:

"Where it came from. ”

Then, he grabbed the three white feathers and leaned back in his chair.

In silence, Crane entered a dream, surrounded by misty and gray and gray.

In such a world, there was a thick and dull darkness, and suddenly, the darkness was dyed crimson, and a pale hand poked out of the yellow-brown earth.

A figure slowly climbed up, and instead of lifting the stone slab and stirring the dirt, he pierced through like that.

In the crimson moonlight, the clothes behind the figure were tattered, and white feathers grew.

The gray-haired figure tilted his head slightly, revealing the obvious red spots on his face, as well as the blank, stunned, emotionless eyes.

It strides, struggles through the fence, and makes its way into the black depths, farther and farther until it disappears.

The dream shattered, and Crane awoke.

White feathers really grew from the back of the corpse...... It is very similar to Miss Sharon, but it is obviously different, giving people a very heavy and substantial feeling of not being illusory...... It seems to be able to transform between the human body and the spirit body in a semi-natural and incomplete way?The messenger of the underworld who communicates the real world with the spirit world?Crane reached out and tapped on the edge of the long table, pondering for a long time.

Immediately afterwards, he divined whether it was dangerous to send letters with the bronze whistle of Copsti, and received a positive answer, and the pendulum turned very quickly and widely.

"It's a pity that you can't use the copper whistle directly on the gray fog, and the messenger can't get in at all, otherwise there would be no danger......," Crane muttered to himself, falling into the gray fog and returning to the real world.

............

Early in the morning, in the relatively fresh woods of Queens.

With a round face, a pharmacist in his thirties appeared in a secluded corner, carrying secretly cultivated herbs into his leather purse.

After completing today's task, he straightened down, moved his body, and said to himself silently with satisfaction:

"Sure enough, my physical fitness has improved, and I am no longer the same as before, only my resistance to toxins is stronger. ”

"But...... Why is my Sequence 8 'Beast Tamer' and what does this have to do with 'Medicine Master'?"

"Well, a medicine master is a part of an animal that domesticates and uses plants and has lost its life, and an animal trainer is a part that domesticates and uses living animals, including transcendent beings?"

"And my Sequence 7 will be able to domesticate and use humans?"

"The old man didn't even tell me the name of Sequence 7 or give me the formula, and when I stabilized, I'll have to try to contact him. ”

The pharmacist punched and kicked, adapting to the stronger body, until he was too tired to stop.

Call...... In his breath, he began to think about a serious question:

That's how to play the animal trainer?

"Beast Tamer...... What should I do? Find animals to be domesticated?" the medicine man muttered, and suddenly felt something, and looked at the location of the artificial lake.

There was a big golden retriever running happily.

As if sensing his gaze, the golden retriever Huo Ran turned his head sideways and looked over.

The sights collided in mid-air, and the golden retriever dog was stunned for a moment, then turned around smartly, and ran away without a trace.

............

Inside the luxurious villa of the Earl of Hall's family.

Susie returned to the piano room and crouched at Audrey's feet, sticking out her tongue and gasping for air.

When the blonde girl finished playing a song, she said in fear:

"Audrey, I met a horrible guy. ”

"His eyes are terrifying!"

"Really, what does he want to do to you?" asked Audrey, curious and concerned.

Susie thought about it seriously and said, "I don't know, anyway, he's dangerous, it's my intuition." ”

"What does he look like?" Audrey considered whether to let the guards and attendants of the house warn the man.

"I don't see it clearly, I feel, I feel like he's my natural enemy!" replied Susie solemnly.

Your natural enemy, the canine nemesis, Audrey smiled reservedly:

"Susie, don't go to that woods lately. ”

"Wang, Audrey, you weren't in a good mood just now? I can hear it from your piano sound. Susie asked instead.

Audrey bowed her head lightly and said:

"Hmm...... I have just received word from Gleilint that Forthth and Hugh have told me that tonight's party has been cancelled. I was going to trade you for extraordinary materials. ”

And try to get in touch with the people of the Psychological Alchemy Society...... She silently added in her heart.

"Why?" asked Susie, confused.

Audrey pondered and replied:

"It is said that it was the impact of that serial murder. ”

............

On Saturday morning, the air in Beckland was as bad as usual.

Klein was trying to make a kind of pasta that he loved as a child, so he bought high-quality flour, added water and sugar, and made a thin "paste".

Next, he poured oil into the pan and moistened the surface.

When it was hot, he scooped up some batter with a spoon and poured them onto the side of the pot, spreading them thinly.

In the sound of sizzling, he spread several pancakes, and the aroma of flour gradually dissipated.

When it was almost time for him, he peeled off the fluffy crusty pancakes one by one, put them on a plate, and added water to make the rest of the ingredients into a batter.

As soon as he returned to the dining room with the dough and "mush", Crane couldn't wait to tear off a piece and stuff it into his mouth.

The crepes have only a rich wheat aroma and an appetite-stimulating sweetness, simple, unpretentious, but extremely delicious.

It's the taste of memory...... Klein ate quickly, taking a sip of the batter from time to time.

Just as he had eaten and began to slow down, the doorbell suddenly rang, and the jingling sound kept echoing.

Klein took off his napkin, wiped his hands, and got up to walk to the door.

Before he could hold the handle, the image of the visitor naturally appeared in his mind.

It was a middle-aged and elderly gentleman with gray sideburns, a thin face, and an outstanding temperament.

That's the private investigator Issinger Stanton who can get an invitation from the police!

What did he come to me for?Crane opened the door in confusion and asked with a smile:

"Good morning, Mr. Stanton, is there anything wrong?"

Esinger took off his half-height silk top hat and smiled:

"Good morning, Mr. Moriarty, I would like to ask you for your cooperation, I think you are a good detective, and I have found the dockyard of East Bailang and the dockyard union purely by yourself. ”

"Cooperation?" Klein didn't hide his amazement.

Isenger tapped his black cane and replied in a deep voice:

"Find out who is responsible for the recent serial killings. ”

"The police have already offered a reward of £2,000. ”