"It seems that my guess is correct, there are other dangerous things hidden in the house."

Joseph raised his hand and waved, his body became unpleasant and unslow, and the three-story house not far away was suddenly shrouded in darkness, and at first glance, it seemed to be a terrifying scene of many folkloric tales.

"Elena, monitor environmental changes at all times." Frank commanded, and he took two quick steps, and his black robe whirred and disappeared in an instant.

He followed Joseph closely, penetrating with the power of shadows, and as soon as he entered the room, he was almost overwhelmed by the foul smell that came to his face.

"Captain, it's winter, isn't this corpse smell abnormal?"

"It's not the smell of corpses, the smell of rotting corpses doesn't mix with the smell of rosemary, it's more like the smell of some unknown plant."

Joseph frowned slightly, took out a black pipe from his pocket and put it in his mouth, sketched the mysterious symbol in his mind, and entered a semi-meditative state.

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The black pipe popped, ignited a crimson flame, and then quickly extinguished, sending wisps of white smoke wafted up.

He took a sharp inhale, letting the surrounding spirits spew out through the round mouth of the pipe, and let them follow its movements, sealing his mouth and nose.

This is a "filter" created by special supernatural powers, combined with spiritual herbs, to guard against abnormal smells wafting in the air.

His long experience has taught Joseph that if it is not clear whether there are other toxins involved, it may affect the subsequent investigation and even the encounter.

"The filtering snort time is 5 minutes, which can isolate the extraordinary forces below the middle sequence, especially toxins, hallucinogenic ones, and pollution classes, and hurry up the search and investigation at this point in time."

"Understood, Captain."

Frank stretched out his hands and removed the black hood he wore on his head, revealing a wrinkled old face in the dim setting, and he pulled out a large-caliber revolver with a curly grass pattern from his pocket, and several crimson bullets swirled around his fingertips, like an elf.

Joseph bowed slightly, and then used the shadow characteristic to wrap the two of them, silently bypassing the coffee table, benches, tables and chairs displayed next to him, and quickly extended up the wooden staircase on the second floor.

Under the blessing of the black shadow, the two of them barely had to walk, and directly followed the handrail, after walking several steps in a row, they arrived at the door, Frank pushed open the door of the second floor, and the scenery inside made the two quiet for a few seconds.

The whole room was a mess, as if it hadn't been cleaned in months, the walls were covered with large cobwebs, and uneaten jams, fruits, and other food were scattered all over the floor, long since blackened and spoiled.

"Captain, look."

Frank stretched out his arm and pointed to a corner not far away, where there was a gray marble fireplace, and on the left was an elm rocking chair, on which a naked woman sat with her head bowed, shaking.

Her entire chest cavity had become much larger, her skin was covered with purple-black spots, and maggots or parasites full of arthropods crawled in and out of her mouth and nose and at the base of her thighs.

"It's a corpse, a rotting corpse." Frank said with a blank expression.

He didn't show any nausea, but wanted to go over and check the state of the corpse immediately.

Joseph stretched out his right hand from his pocket, and the black shadow slowly swept through the door into the room, quickly covering the corners along the floor, but not attaching to the corpse.

"With her, how many are they now?" Joseph asked, turning his head.

"Counting the files from the police station, this is the sixth naked corpse." Frank tapped his eyebrows, his green eyes suddenly covered with a layer of gray, and in his vision, he saw a cluster of green, twisted, wriggling unknown organs in the cavity of the naked corpse.

"Captain, there's something in the chest of the naked corpse, but I don't recognize it."

Click, click!

With a slight thud, the mandibles of the naked corpse suddenly fell off and fell to the ground, and a mass of maggots quickly crawled from the rotten flesh to the floor, leaving a few yellow-brown marks.

The strong stench filled the surroundings, and Joseph seemed to be able to isolate the smell, pulling out a black iron cigarette case from his pocket and moving towards the naked corpse.

At the chest cavity of the decomposing naked corpse, without wearing gloves, he directly began to examine, he kept touching skillfully, and after about 5 seconds, suddenly a small pustule bulged out of both breasts, and kept writhing, as if trying to break free.

"Frank, vigilance!"

"Understood, Captain."

Frank's robe waved, and the wooden door behind him seemed to be pulled by an unknown force, and it quickly closed and closed with a click, and the silver-white large-caliber revolver immediately appeared in his hand, and the rifling was aimed at the chest of the naked corpse.

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A rat-like sound rang out from his abdomen, and with a flick of his wrist, Joseph's shadow resembled a giant snake, instantly enveloping the corpse and tearing out the wriggling pus, including the flesh of the belt.

Puff –

Blackened and purple blood mixed with foul-smelling pus splattered and sprayed on the walls, and a wound the size of a bowl was ripped out of his chest, and there was a black rumbling inside, and countless maggots could be faintly seen wriggling inside.

Joseph dispelled the blood that had evaporated and splattered on his body, and turned his head to look at what was wrapped in shadows.

It was like a ball of yarn, a ball of yarn kneaded with black threads, and the surface of the ball was covered with many wriggling meridians, which quickly changed the shape of a certain organ in a male or female state.

Joseph frowned slightly, he quickly stuffed the lump into the iron cigarette case, then sealed it with a spiritual wrap, put it in his pocket, and turned to Frank Road:

"1 minute, restore the event!"

Frank nodded, and then took out several small tinkling glass bottles from the pockets of his black classical robes, which contained powders that were either white, red, or black, and constantly emitted sporadic shimmers.

He unscrewed the cap of the bottle, poured the powder from several bottles into his hand in a certain order, mixed evenly, and finally threw it into the corners of the surrounding walls.

Immediately afterward, a huge pungent smell evaporated, even overshadowing the stench in the air, and an indescribable, invisible, and extremely ancient aura permeated the void, forming a special spiritual film that quickly covered the surrounding environment with imprints, just like the state before the rubbing of this house.

This is the gravedigger's pathway, the extraordinary power possessed by the archaeologist in Sequence 2, restored!

The underlying logic is to use the power of spiritual herbal powder to extract and restore what happened within a certain range, so as to get the desired answer, and the process is like an archaeologist restoring damaged artifacts.

Frank's eyes were half-closed, his mouth fluttering, and he recited an ancient and elaborate incantation:

"Jade Spirit Flower, you are the herb of the ancient prophecy......"

"Shover grass, you are a herb ...... rubbing field"

"O Gudra, you are a symbol of the past, I pray, I expect, I yearn, the gift of the ancient way......"

Woo! A sudden wind blew in through the window, blowing up the powder in the corners around it, forming a swirling whirlpool.

Instead of destroying the spiritual powder that was active around him, Joseph wrapped himself in shadows and patrolled the walls before finally reaching a cupboard, reaching out and pulling open the wooden door above.

There were miscellaneous seasonings, as well as a section of bacon and a few slices of black bread.

The bacon had rotted maggots, the black bread was covered with mold and covered with unknown green shoots, and next to them were a few gray fluffy rats that had sprouted from their bellies.

"Animals, plants......" Joseph looked at for a few seconds, he did not touch it with his hands, but turned away from the kitchen cabinet and returned to his original position.

A minute passed in the blink of an eye, and suddenly, Frank's eyes opened, and his eyes were pitch black.

He quickly took out an absorbent fountain pen from his waist, turned around and took a pile of waste newspapers on the table, shook the pen twice with his hand, and drew it with a brush, his wrinkled fingers swinging extremely fast, even driving the whole body.

Joseph stared and saw a black three-story building painted in the newspaper, and in the compartment of the third floor stood a woman with dark blue eyes, a tall nose, and flat cheekbones.

Frank's arm began to twitch unnaturally, and he shook below the portrait as he wrote the first line of Old Hermetic words:

"He came from darkness and gave birth to the ...... of the world"

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Joseph controlled the shadows, knocked down the pen in Frank's hand in an instant, and stared at the first word written in the newspaper, the third-person reference used to refer to "gods".

"Captain, I just ......"

Frank woke up suddenly, his eyes widened, and the blood-red meridians covered his entire eyeball, as if he had glimpsed something so terrible that his whole arm twitched unconsciously.

"Shh

Joseph's gray-blue eyes stared at Frank, shook his head, and motioned for him to shut his mouth, not to speak, not to mention a word, not a word.

"I understand, Captain," Frank nodded, his arm quickly returning to normal.

He put down the newspaper, put away the pen, and slowly circled around the corner, and blew a breath, and the invisible power released by the spiritual powder suddenly dissipated, turning into a breeze blowing.

"Praise Crimson, praise my lord." Frank attaches a symbol to his chest that symbolizes the Lord of Sleep and Crimson.

"Retreat, the transcendence involved in the incident is no longer something we can handle."

Joseph put his hands in his pockets, and the darkness released from the soles of his feet, and his figure was illusory.

"Captain, should I go back to guard the underground necropolis for 3 days?"

Frank asked subconsciously, he still remembered Besik's horror to this day, and he still wanted to avoid it.

"No, not for 3 days, but for 3 weeks, and make sure to listen to the Crimson Bible 5 times a day in church, at least 5 times."

"Well... Good. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, just as the figure had completely dissipated, Joseph suddenly heard a knock on the door outside the house.