Before Klein could come up with a new idea, he saw the stiff Maynard push himself up with both hands, and with a heavy gust of wind, he pounced straight at him, pouncing towards his left!
In the past, he would have been slow to react in such a situation, and it would have been difficult for him to dodge. Even if he had sensed it in advance, he would have had to roll to escape from the pouncing range.
But now, Klein reacted almost instinctively. With a kick of his shiny buttonless leather boots, he leaped diagonally and landed on the high-back chair.
As he had only advanced for a day, he wasn't particularly used to his strength, agility, and speed. In his panic, he jumped too high and landed on the top of the high-back chair!
There was only a narrow gap. Klein's heart tightened. He quickly controlled his body and adjusted his center of gravity.
He swayed a few times and managed to stand steadily, like a black cat showing off its balance.
As he swayed, he swung his left arm and struck the side of Zombie Maynard's ribs with his cane, causing it to lose its balance and fall onto the carpet.
Klein stood on the top of the high-back chair and quickly raised his right hand to his armpit. He tried to pull out his revolver from his holster and fire a silver demon hunting bullet at the zombie in front of him.
But at that moment, he suddenly thought of how to deal with the loose ends.
If he were to blast a hole through Maynard's corpse, how was he going to explain the cause of death to his family and the New Party Senators who were concerned about this matter?
I just put a bullet in his corpse?
As these thoughts flashed through his mind, Klein reached his right hand into the same pocket of his police uniform and felt a triangular piece of paper.
Requiem Charm … He quickly made a judgment and took out the silver charm without any hesitation. He then shouted a word in ancient Hermes, "Requiem Charm."
He then shouted a word in ancient Hermes, "Crimson!"
As the activation incantation echoed, the charm emitted a sense of tranquility. Klein quickly injected his spirituality into it and threw it at Zombie Maynard, who was struggling to get up.
An icy-blue flame appeared and engulfed the triangular piece. A tranquil and gentle black color quickly spread out, dispelling the nervousness and uneasiness of the Soul.
Zombie Maynard stopped there, his empty eyes staring blankly at the ground as the mucus at the corner of his mouth dripped onto the carpet.
Klein heaved a sigh of relief. He was about to take out some materials and set up a ritual to purify the unclean creature before him.
But suddenly, Maynard's throat made a gurgling sound again, and his empty eyes looked at the left pocket of Klein's police uniform.
Damn … Klein leaped from the top of the high-back chair to the sill of the oriel window.
At the same time, he heard the sound of a high-back chair falling and breaking.
Klein's scalp went numb, so he had no choice but to take out another rectangular piece of silver.
It was a Slumber Charm!
The living were not the only ones who needed to sleep. The dead themselves were in a state of eternal slumber. They would only wake up when something abnormal happened, and they would linger on the ground.
In some mysticism books, there were even descriptions of certain zombies:
They sleep during the day and wake up at night.
"Crimson!"
Klein softly chanted the ancient Hermes incantation again. He planned on disregarding the consequences if he failed again. He pulled out his revolver and fired randomly.
Only by being alive could he worry about the consequences!
Feeling the silver piece in his palm turn cold, Klein injected his spirituality into it and threw it out.
The dark red flames illuminated his eyes, and the faint sound of an explosion echoed in the guest room.
A tranquil and gentle power spread out, bringing with it an exhaustion that no living creature could resist. Just as Zombie Maynard got up from the broken high-back chair, he immediately swayed a few times, closed his empty eyes, and plopped to the ground.
With his previous experience, Klein didn't dare to relax. He immediately took out the Amantha Extract extracted from night vanilla, slumber flower, and chamomile, as well as the Full Moon Essence Oil made from dragon-patterned tree bark and moon flower. He quickly set up an altar.
Right on the heels of that, he used the Holy Night Powder to seal off the surrounding area with a wall of spirituality, enclosing the altar and the slumbering Zombie Maynard.
He silently chanted the incantation and lit the corresponding three candles. He then dripped a few drops of essence oil into the candles and sprinkled some herbal powder over them. Klein took a step back and looked warily at Zombie Maynard as he chanted in Hermes:
"The Evernight Goddess, loftier than the starry sky, more eternal than eternity;
"I pray for your blessings;
"I pray for your blessings on your loyal guardian.
"I pray for the power of crimson;
"I pray for the power of slumber and silence;
"I pray for you to purify this unclean creature near me, the Mr. John Maynard."
…
"Moon flower, a herb belonging to the crimson moon, please transmit your powers to my incantation!"
"Slumber flower, a herb belonging to the crimson moon, please transmit your powers to my incantation!"
…
Silently, a cold breeze that seemed to blow from the middle of the night reverberated within the wall of spirituality. Wisps of thin black fog rose from Zombie Maynard's body.
When everything calmed down, Klein used his Spirit Vision and divination to repeatedly confirm that Maynard wouldn't "wake up" again.
Upon seeing the outcome, he felt completely at ease. He ended the ritual and removed the wall of spirituality.
"Why did he suddenly come back to life?" Klein stood in front of Maynard, who was lying on the carpet, and looked down with a frown.
To a Beyonder with decent spiritual perception, there were obvious signs that the dead would come back to life, not to mention that Klein was a Seer. He would always have a premonition for such things, but the change just now was completely out of his expectations.
Unless … unless there's a more mysterious factor affecting it … Just like the time when the suited clown … Klein carefully recalled the scene from before and vaguely sensed the problem.
Zombie Maynard had been trying to attack the left pocket of his police uniform!
Left pocket? Klein placed the silver-inlaid black staff in his right palm and reached into his pocket with his left hand. He took out an ancient copper whistle.
It was a copper whistle covered in mysterious patterns. It was the copper whistle that Aztec had lent him to summon a messenger.
This copper whistle caused Maynard to turn into a zombie? It's possible that Mr. Aztec isn't a descendant of Death, but he has a certain connection with Death. It's logical that the mystical item he's been carrying has a similar effect … Klein nodded thoughtfully. He took out a copper penny and made a quick divination based on his previous judgment.
Because he was at the scene, and because he was holding the corresponding item, and because he had sufficient information, he quickly came to a conclusion. He saw the copper penny tumble down and land in his palm with the portrait facing up.
This means that it's certain … Mr. Aztec actually didn't remind me of such a problem. Uh … He's a patient with amnesia, so it's normal that he doesn't remember. Besides, the copper whistle might not have any negative effects on him. It's very likely that it's been suppressed … In the future, I can't bring this copper whistle when I go to cemeteries, castles, or other places that are easily haunted. Otherwise, I'll be making things more difficult for myself and courting death … Klein silently noted down the newly concluded precautions and effortlessly placed the naked Maynard back on the bed.
Looking at the clear marks on Maynard's ribs, Klein sighed and covered it with a white cloth, pretending that he hadn't noticed anything.
I'll leave this problem to the police! Hmm, the two charms from before are considered mission consumables, so they can be reimbursed … As he thought about it, he put away the items, walked to the door with the portrait, and unlocked it.
With a creak, the door opened. Klein saw Inspector Tolle standing guard outside, not allowing anyone to approach.
"What happened just now?" Tolle asked, puzzled and worried.
He could vaguely hear some commotion inside.
Klein smiled and deliberately replied in an exaggerated manner, "Maynard came back to life and tried to give me a warm hug."
"Don't joke around …" Tolle looked into the room helplessly.
"Don't joke around …" Tolle looked into the room helplessly.
"Why are you so serious?" Klein spread his hands and said, "Due to an unconfirmed problem, Maynard became a zombie. Hmm, like in all kinds of ghost stories. Fortunately, I didn't leave and used ritualistic magic to remove the impurity in time, allowing him to return to a peaceful slumber."
"Does this have anything to do with his death?" Tolle asked with a serious expression.
"I can't give you an answer. I don't even know what the problem is. You should know that in our field, unexplainable things are quite common." Klein replied perfunctorily. He then shook the portrait in his hand and said, "When I was channeling the spirit, I saw the scene before Maynard's death. He was sharing the joy that only a married couple should have with this lady, and at the happiest moment, he covered his heart."
"You mean … he's the cause of death?" Tolle had a "you know" look on his face.
"Theoretically, yes. We'll have to wait for the subsequent autopsy." Klein handed the portrait to Inspector Tolle.
Tolle only took a glance before he exclaimed in surprise.
"Madam Sharon!"
Klein looked at him with a confused expression.
"Is she famous?"
Hmm, judging from her looks and figure, she should be quite famous … He ridiculed in his heart.
Tolle looked around and excitedly introduced, "That's right.
"Madam Sharon is the most famous and beautiful widow in Tingen City. She's also the most sought after lady in social settings. She was Baron Huo Yi's second wife, but unfortunately, she became a widow.
"She's very popular among the nobles and the newly rich merchants. She's a socialite who can receive banquet invitations from both the Conservative Party and the New Party.
"It's said that she and her stepson, the current Baron Huo Yi, have an ambiguous relationship with some nobles in Baekeland, as well as a few high-ranking government employees. She's a very powerful lady … I didn't expect her to have such a relationship with Maynard … Heh …"
To put it simply, she's an outstanding socialite … Klein concluded in his heart. He turned to the side and pointed into the room.
"The next segment isn't part of my mission. It's up to you how to interrogate Madam Sharon."
"Yes, before the purification, I gave Maynard a good beating. You guys deal with it and think of an explanation."
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