In the west district of Tingen, inside a house painted gray-blue on the west bank of the Tasok River.

The whole house seemed to be in the depths of winter, the temperature was at least ten degrees lower than the outside, and the irregular breeze passed through the hall, blowing the curtains that covered the windows, putting a glimmer of yellow sunlight inside, and shy covering the curtains to make the room dark again.

In the center of the first floor of the house, where the dining room was originally located, there was a round table, on which there was a statue of a god carved from white bones, it was about 30 centimeters high, and the appearance seemed to be a beautiful woman, but the facial contours were blurred, and the long hair was draped down to the ankles, and the further down it was, the clearer and thicker it was, like a poisonous snake hanging.

Densely placed around the statue are crudely made puppets, only vaguely carved in a rough shape, with notes pasted on them and various identity information written in red ink.

Two mysterious men, one tall and one short, dressed in black robes and hoods covering their heads, were standing beside the altar, chanting obscure incantations in low voices.

"Bang-"

The yellow-green flames of the three candles placed in an inverted triangle on the altar suddenly increased in brightness, changing the light and shadow in the room, and the wind blowing.

The shorter of the two relaxed his shoulders as if relieved, and retreated away from the altar before returning to the door, before turning and pushing the door and walking out.

In the hallway, the cold wind blows like never stopping, and the curtains hidden by the windows block the sunlight, leaving the entire first floor in darkness.

But the black-robed man's eyes seemed to be unconcerned about the darkness, and he bypassed the invisible and transparent figure wandering in the corridor and walked up the wooden staircase to the second floor.

The temperature here is closer to the outside temperature than the first floor, the black-robed man lowered his head, silently returned to his bedroom, closed the door, took off his hood, and hung the black-robed coat rack, revealing a close-fitting gray and white long skirt.

"He" turned out to be a young, beautiful woman.

Her facial features don't look exquisite, but when combined, they have an attractive quality, and after taking off her black robe, she walks to the dresser, sits in front of the makeup mirror, staring at her appearance in the mirror, and is stunned.

The dresser was lined with various cosmetic boxes and a silver mirror that looked so old that the mirror was rubbed against the reflection so hard that it was barely visible.

As the woman basked in her beauty, the silver mirror flashed an eerie bright red glow that caught her eye like a blinding alarm in the lightless room.

Immediately, a trace of blood oozed from the mirror, flowing along the edge to the table.

Relaxed, the soft-expressioned woman's face immediately sank, she jumped up from the stool, walked quickly to the window, carefully lifted the corner of the curtain, and looked out.

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"That's right, it's this house."

Crane sat by the carriage window, staring at a gray-blue two-story house about 200 meters away, and said in an affirmative tone.

Leonard nodded, not asking the driver to stop, and the three night watchmen sat quietly in the carriage as if they hadn't noticed anything.

It wasn't until the carriage had gone on some distance and the house was barely visible that Angel stopped the carriage and stepped out of the carriage first.

Leonard followed suit, leaving Klein still in the car.

This was a countermeasure they had already discussed, and if they succeeded in finding the target building, Klein, who had the least frontal combat ability, would take a carriage back to Zotland Street and notify the captain to come to his aid.

Angel and Leonard stayed nearby, keeping an eye on the building that was used as an altar.

Standing next to the car door, Crane looked at the two teammates condescendingly, pursed his lips, and he suddenly regretted that he had chosen "soothsayer", so much so that he had to take a back seat every time he fought.

With a thought, he took out the bronze penny that had been divined several times today, and bounced into the air with a "pop" to carry out a quick divination.

"Oh, what's the catch of our 'soothsayer'?"

Seeing that Crane was still going to do divination at this time, Leonard couldn't help but laugh.

"You'll all be alive and well today."

"Fortune teller" Klein looked at the coin in his hand, the corners of his mouth raised, and he said the results of his divination.

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The sun has gradually sunk into the horizon, and the sun is gradually disappearing from the bottom to the top on the façade of the small two-story building not far away, making the garden look even more eerie.

Although the house is zoned in the western district of Tingen, it is actually close to the suburbs, with a few single-family houses scattered around, wheat fields waiting to be harvested in the distance, and the Tasok River on the other side is already shrouded in darkness.

Angel crouched beside the low fence on the side of the road, resisting the urge to open his vision and observe the house, staring at the building a hundred meters away with his naked eyes, watching the door closed and the curtain behind the window.

"Be careful, don't use vision, I've seen a night watchman in Port Enmat use vision indiscriminately, and it took a whole day to recover from lying in bed."

She saw Leonard Mitchell beside her eager to try, and hurriedly reminded.

"Don't worry, it's still far away, and the ritual shouldn't have been completed yet, otherwise the area of influence can't be only this small building and the nearby garden."

Leonard seemed to know a lot about this kind of evil ritual, and replied without looking back.

"Really?"

Angel thought about it, but decided not to risk using psichord, her psionic vision could only roughly distinguish whether an object had a spirituality attached to it, and even if the building in front of her looked directly, she could clearly feel the extraordinary power surging.

Leonard squinted his eyes for a while, but couldn't see anything special, so he turned off his vision and leaned over to Angel.

"Who do you think it could be inside? A Sequence 7 'witch', or ...... Lady Sharon like that? ”

He refers to Lady Sharon like Sequence 6?

"I don't know, but if it's just an extraordinary person in Sequence 7, I wouldn't dare to make such a big case, right? Let nearly a hundred people die early, just to take their extra lives for sacrifice......"

"That's not good, sometimes, the more people who have just stepped into the path of the extraordinary, and don't understand anything, the more likely they are to be bold and do something surprising."

"You seem to be well aware of these things, when you analyzed the case before, your knowledge of the curse ritual was beyond the knowledge of the night watcher, is this what you call 'special'?"

Angel looked at the "midnight poet" crouching beside him, his short black hair swaying in the breeze by the river, his eyes glinting green as the night faded into the night.

Hearing Angel's questioning, he pretended to be handsome and wiped his black hair with his hand, hooked the corners of his mouth, and replied: "That's right, you can understand it this way, just like you and Klein are special." In the words of those adventures, the protagonists appear, and the wheels of history begin to roll forward. ”

“…… The mud on your hands is on your hair. ”

Seeing the "protagonist" Leonard hurriedly patting the dust on his hair, Angel turned his head away with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

(End of chapter)