"What happened?"

Atru whispered the question, unable to remember what he had done in the last few days.

He looked around sleepwalking, and asked in fear, trepidation, and confusion:

"Who are you?"

"Where is this?"

"This is your bathroom, don't you recognize it? I'm the private detective in charge of protecting you. Crane chuckled as he looked at the older boy across from him who hadn't figured out the situation.

"My family...... Protect My Detective...... What the hell is going on......" Atru muttered to himself, stunned.

Suddenly, he paused, his already pale face dyed with unconcealable fear:

"Maybe, maybe there are ghosts in this world!

His voice was shaky, but Crane could hear two distinct sensations, fear and excitement, which matched the color of the mood presented.

Excited? Is this a boy who deliberately provokes resentful spirits in search of excitement? Is he really young and bold and not afraid of death...... Klein made a preliminary guess, but asked in confusion on the surface:

"Ghosts?"

After becoming a "magician", his spiritual vision has improved slightly, but not much, and he still can't see the surface of the aetheric deep star spirit, so he can't judge whether the target is extraordinary.

Atru's pale face suddenly turned a little red:

"Yes, ghosts!"

Waving his arms, he added:

"There is a wider world beyond our senses! Truly, death is not the end of everything!"

This line ...... Sure enough, it's an adolescent teenager...... But I seem to have seen similar words somewhere...... Klein smiled and said, "I believe in another sentence, in the face of time that is older than the ancient, even death itself will fade away." ”

Without waiting for Atru to say more, he took out his gold-shelled pocket watch, pressed it open, looked at it, and said:

"So, how the hell did you get yourself into what you used to be? like a patient with a nervous breakdown. ”

"I ......" Atru tilted his head and thought for a few seconds, "I joined a society, this is not an ordinary society! we all believe that death is not the end, and we can even intuitively perceive death with the use of secret understanding, understand that everything can be reversed, yes, we think that the dead can be resurrected!"

Klein, who had only crawled out of the grave for more than a month, laughed dryly and said:

"You're trying to resurrect the dead?"

Death is not the end...... The world beyond the senses...... Everything can be reversed...... Secret Understanding...... Isn't this the doctrine of the Spiritual Order, which was created to resurrect the dead...... He suddenly muttered a few words to himself.

"Hmm!" Atru's eyes lit up, but he nodded in fear.

"Where did you get your bodies?" Klein asked.

"We, we'll dig graves secretly, bury them not long ago, or buy ...... from the hospital," Atru recalled.

Sure enough, it's a crime that will be sent to prison...... No wonder Loggo Karoman didn't want to call the police...... How bold to play...... Keklein kept a gentle smile and asked instead:

"Did you succeed then?"

"Not yet...... At that meeting, they looked at me as if they were looking at a dead body, as if they were wondering where to place the corresponding secret ...... Then we danced to communicate with the senses, and then, later, I had no memory......" Atru's body trembled uncontrollably.

Spirit Dance? What a Spirit Order...... This guy became a test subject for his companions?Klein asked with a slight frown:

"Since then, your memory is still there?"

According to the internal records of the night watchman, the "spirit dance" is derived from the ancient sacrificial dance, which is popular in the southern continent and is a favorite ritual method of the god of death.

"Spirit Dance" is to use rhythm, rhyme, and movement to reconcile spirituality, so that it has a certain interaction with the natural environment and the object of prayer, and then combined with a simple altar arrangement and corresponding honorific names, to achieve a more complex ritual magic effect.

"Hmm. Atru replied in a low voice, suddenly looking up, "What time is the week today? What time is it?"

"Friday at 1:12 a.m. Crane replied from the memory he had just had.

Atru subconsciously took a breath and said:

"I missed a new party......"

"Every Friday at 3 a.m., they hold a resurrection service outside Grimm Cemetery. ”

Green Cemetery got its name from its proximity to Green Park Street.

"Do you still want to go? Have you forgotten what happened during this time? Oh, you don't remember, but you should ask your father, mother, and servant. Klein reminded the young man in front of him.

And I may not be able to help you...... He silently added in his heart.

After this incident, he discovered another shortcoming of the magician, that is, he lacked the ability to deal with resentful ghost shadow creatures, only the manipulation of flames could be counted, and after the other party possessed humans, expulsion and purification became a problem, unless he planned to kill people and ghosts together.

Of course, Klein is not completely helpless in this regard, he can arrange ritual magic to accomplish similar things, but that would be very troublesome, easy to expose himself, and not suitable for actual combat.

After thinking about it, he finally chose to use the Azk Bronze Whistle to lure out the resentful spirits, and then manipulate the flames to complete the purification.

But the level of this damage is not high, and if you encounter a powerful resentful spirit, you may not be able to solve it.

I'm short of items or charms to deal with necromantic creatures, if only I had the "Mutated Sun Emblem" of the Seal "3-0782...... Klein's thoughts drifted briefly.

Atru suddenly remembered the loss of memory, his face turned pale again, and he replied with a shudder:

"No, I don't want to go! I don't want to go again!"

"Good. Klein smiled and complimented.

Atru looked at his face without the slightest fear, and subconsciously asked:

"I've said so much, aren't you afraid?"

Crane no longer leaned against the wall, slowly straightened up, and replied in a relaxed tone:

"For a detective, it's better not to believe unless there is definite evidence. ”

With that, he opened the door and walked outside, thinking about whether to contact the Lower Spirit Order, after all, it might involve the mystery of Mr. Azik's origins.

Atru stared blankly at the back of the private detective in front of him, and after a while he realized that the bathroom was empty except for himself, and the moonlight outside was dim, illuminating the shadows inside, as if something invisible was lurking, watching.

He shuddered violently and hurriedly shouted:

"Wait for me!"

As he spoke, Atru quickened his pace and rushed out of the bathroom, following closely behind Crane.

Knowing the fear, knowing the fear, and saving ...... Crane grunted, his hands in his trouser pockets.

After returning to the bedroom, Stuart did not realize that Atru had improved, and was still frightened by the ghost story he imagined, and did not dare to walk around.

When Atru fell asleep again, Crane took out a copper penny and let it swirl between his fingers.

When it was nearly 2:50 a.m., he tossed the coin, caught it firmly, then stood up and whispered to Stuart:

"I went to the balcony for a cigarette. ”

"Hurry up. Stuart exhorted with some nervousness.

Crane put on his long gown and walked out the door slowly, to the balcony at the end of the hallway, and hid in the shadows.

Then, he pulled out a paper figure that had been relatively crudely cut.

Syllable!

Klein shook his wrist so violently that the paper made a crunch, and it swelled rapidly, turning into a human.

The dummy was as tall as Klein, with the same facial features and no difference in clothing, looking from afar, like a finely carved wax figure.

This is one of the applications of the "paper man double" technique.

Immediately after, Klein gathered his spirit, clenched his right hand into a fist, and tapped it on his body.

Silently, the dummy felt alive, and with a red head cigarette in his mouth, the smell of tobacco permeated the air.

"Relying on the dummy, this illusion can last for half an hour...... What a magician!" Crane put on his gloves and slid stealthily down the balcony with a press and a push, avoiding the patrolling security guards.

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

Outside Grimm Cemetery, in a secluded wood.

Crane stood in the canopy of trees, looking out at the relatively open and flat area not far away.

Beside him were evergreen leaves and brown branches, but their surfaces were stained with gray dust.

As far as Klein could see, seven or eight young men and women in black robes were dancing a strange dance around a corpse that was slightly convulsive, a little crazy.

The dance was rhythmic and seemed to have some kind of mystical flavor.

The girl flicks her long hair and the boy reaches out on his knees, and the scene has a subtle connection to the surrounding environment.

That's the rhythm of nature.

After they danced for three or four minutes, everything within a radius of ten meters around them was dyed with a wild and confused temperament, and the atmosphere gradually became evil and mixed with a bit of sacredness.

It is indeed a "spirit dance...... Ritual magic that even ordinary people can participate in...... Crane looked away at the black-robed man who was reciting a spell on the side of the corpse.

Just now, he was instructing those boys and girls how to dance the "Spirit Dance".

It should be a member of the Spirit Order, and it is likely to be extraordinary...... Klein was faintly visible, and planned to watch how the other party held the resurrection ceremony first.

At this time, the dance reached a climax, and the adult black-robed man raised his head and removed his wig, revealing several strange tattoos inscribed on his bald head.

He threw his hands up and shouted:

"Death!"

"Honorable Death!"

"Coming back!"

After he finished shouting, the dance stopped, and the seven or eight young men and women stood on one side, their expressions both confused and expectant, excited and afraid.

Immediately after, the black-robed man bent down, opened the iron cage next to his feet, and took out a black thing from inside.

Crane looked intently and saw that it was a blue-eyed black cat.

He was visibly stunned for a moment, and suddenly thought of various folklore about the black cat, such as the fact that the black cat, which symbolized the evil symbol of the messenger of hell, would be awakened after jumping over the corpse.

Klein was the first time he had seen someone use a similar method in a ritual.

The black-robed man stepped forward, stopped the black cat in his arms, and threw it at the corpse.

Meow!

The pitch-black cat exploded its fur and screamed, leaping over the corpse.

At this moment, Klein felt that he understood the other party's cat language, and he believed that the other party must be saying three words:

“MMP！”

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