"What happened to him?"
Adol muttered this question in a low voice, unable to recall what he had done in the past few days.
He looked around as if he was sleepwalking. Frightened, frightened, and confused, he asked,
"Who are you?"
"Where is this?"
"This is your house's bathroom. Don't you recognize it? I'm the private detective responsible for protecting you. "Klein looked at the big boy in front of him, who had yet to figure out the situation, and chuckled.
"My house … The detective who protects me … What exactly happened …" Adol looked around in shock and muttered to himself.
Suddenly, he stopped. His already pale face was dyed with unconcealable fear.
"Maybe, maybe there really are ghosts in this World! There really are ghosts! "
His voice was rather shaky, but Klein could hear two completely different feelings of fear and excitement, which completely matched the color of his emotions.
Excited? Was this a boy who deliberately provoked resentful spirits in order to seek excitement? Young people are really bold and not afraid of death … Klein made a preliminary guess, but he asked in confusion,
"Ghost?"
After becoming a Magician, his Spirit Vision had improved slightly, but not by much. He was still unable to see the surface of the Astral Projection deep within the Ether Body, so he was unable to determine if the target was a Beyonder.
Adol's pale face suddenly turned red.
"Yes, ghosts!"
He waved his arms and added,
"Beyond our senses, there is a wider World! Really, death is not the end of everything! "
This line … It's indeed from a youth in puberty … But I seem to have seen similar words somewhere before … Klein smiled and said, "I believe in another saying more. In the face of time that is more ancient than ancient, even death itself will vanish."
Without waiting for Adol to speak, he took out his golden pocket watch and opened it.
"So, how on earth did you get yourself into that state? Just like a mental breakdown patient. "
"I …" Adol tilted his head and pondered for a few seconds. "I joined a club, and it's not an ordinary club! We all believe that death is not the end. Using the secret deed, we can even directly feel death and understand that everything can be reversed. Yes, we believe that the dead can be resurrected! "
Klein, who had just crawled out of his grave a month ago, laughed dryly.
"You're trying to resurrect the dead?"
Death is not the end … The World beyond the senses … Everything can be turned around … Secret Contract enlightenment … Isn't this the doctrine of the Charismatic Order? These were all created to resurrect the Grim Reaper … he muttered to himself in realization.
"Yes!" Adol's eyes lit up, but he couldn't hide his fear as he nodded.
"Where did you get the corpses?" Klein asked.
"W-we would secretly dig up graves that had just been buried for a long time, or buy them from the hospital …" Adol said as he recalled.
As expected, it's a crime that will get you sent to prison … No wonder Rogo Colloman didn't want to call the police … What a bold move … Klein maintained his gentle smile and asked,
"Then, did you succeed?"
"Not yet … At that gathering, the way they looked at me was as if they were looking at a corpse, as if they were thinking of where to place the corresponding secret deed … Then, we danced a spirit dance to communicate with the World beyond the senses. After that, I don't have any memories …" Adol's body trembled uncontrollably.
Spirit dance? It really is the Charismatic Order … This fellow became his companion's test subject? Klein frowned slightly and asked,
"From then on, did your memory end?"
According to the Nighthawks' internal records, the "spirit dance" originated from an ancient sacrificial dance. It was popular in the Southern Continent, and it was a ritual favored by the Grim Reaper.
The "spirit dance" used rhythm, rhythm, and movements to harmonize spirituality, allowing it to interact with the natural environment and the target it prayed to. Then, combined with a simple altar arrangement and the corresponding honorific name, it achieved the effects of a more complicated ritualistic magic.
"Yes," Adol replied softly and suddenly looked up. "What day is it today? What time is it? "
"1: 12 AM on Friday," Klein answered based on his memory.
Adol subconsciously took a deep breath and said,
"I missed a new gathering …"
"They hold a resurrection ritual outside Grimm Cemetery every Friday at three in the morning."
Grimm Cemetery got its name because it wasn't far from Grimm Garden Street.
"You still want to go? Have you forgotten what happened during this period of time? Oh, you really don't remember, but you should ask your father, mother, and servants, "Klein reminded the youth in front of him.
And I might not be able to help you … he added silently in his heart.
After this incident, he discovered another weakness of magicians, which was that they lacked the ability to deal with wraiths and shadow-like creatures. Only the ability to control flames could count. After the wraiths possessed a human, expelling and purifying them became even more difficult, unless they planned to kill both the human and the wraiths.
Of course, Klein wasn't completely helpless in this regard. He could set up ritualistic magic to accomplish similar things, but it would be very troublesome and easily expose himself. It wasn't suitable for actual combat.
After some thought, he finally chose to use Aztec's copper whistle to lure the wraiths out and then control the flames to complete the purification.
However, the degree of damage wasn't high. If he encountered a more powerful wraith, he might not be able to deal with it.
I still lack items or charms to deal with undead creatures. If only I had Sealed Artifact 3-0782's Mutated Sun Sacred Emblem … Klein's thoughts briefly wandered.
Adol suddenly recalled his amnesia, and his face turned pale again as he replied with a trembling voice,
He trembled as he replied, "No, I don't want to go anymore! I don't want to go anymore! "
"Very good," Klein praised with a smile.
Adol looked at his fearless face and subconsciously asked, "Aren't you afraid after I said so much?
"I've said so much, aren't you afraid?"
Klein stopped leaning against the wall and slowly stood up.
He replied in a relaxed tone, "As a detective, unless there's concrete evidence, I'd rather not believe it."
With that said, he opened the door and walked out, wondering if he should make contact with the Charismatic Order. After all, it might involve the mystery of Mr. Aztec's origins.
Adol stared blankly at the back of the private detective in front of him. After a while, he realized that there was no one else in the bathroom except for him. The moonlight outside was dim, illuminating the inside of the bathroom. It was as if something invisible was lurking and watching.
He shuddered violently and hurriedly called out, "Come on!
"Wait for me!"
As he spoke, Adol quickened his pace and rushed out of the bathroom, following closely behind Klein.
Knowing fear, knowing fear, there's still hope … Klein mumbled as he stuffed his hands into his pockets.
After returning to his bedroom, Stuart didn't realize that Adol had recovered. He was still frightened by the ghost story he had imagined, and he didn't dare to walk around.
When Adol fell asleep again, Klein took out a copper penny and let it spin between his fingers.
When it was nearly fifty to two, he tossed the coin and caught it. Then he stood up and said to Stuart in a low voice:
"I'll go to the balcony for a smoke."
"Hurry up," Stuart urged, a little tense.
Klein put on his long suit and slowly left the room. He came to the balcony at the end of the corridor and hid in the shadows.
Then, he took out a relatively crudely cut paper figurine.
Pa!
Klein shook his wrist violently, causing the paper to emit a crisp sound. It rapidly expanded and transformed into a person.
The dummy was the same height as Klein. Its facial features were identical, and there was no difference in its clothes. From afar, it looked like an exquisitely carved wax figurine.
This was one of the applications of the Paper Figurine Substitute technique.
Following that, Klein focused, clenched his right fist, and lightly knocked on his body.
Silently, the dummy felt alive. It even had a red cigarette in its mouth, and the fragrance of tobacco filled the air.
Using a dummy as a support, this illusion can last for half an hour … Magicians! Klein put on his gloves, pressed down, and slid down the balcony stealthily, avoiding the patrolling security guards.
…
Outside Grimm Cemetery, in a secluded forest.
Klein stood in the canopy of a tree, looking out at a relatively open and flat area not far away.
Beside him were evergreen leaves and brown branches, but their surfaces were stained with grayish-white 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 twitching and a little deranged.
The dance was rhythmic and seemed to have a certain mysterious flavor to it.
The girl swung her long hair, and the boy knelt on the ground and stretched out his hand. This scene seemed to have a subtle connection with the surrounding environment.
It was a natural rhythm.
After they danced for three to four minutes, everything within a ten-meter radius was tainted with a wild and bewildering aura. The atmosphere gradually became evil, mixed with a hint of holiness.
It's indeed a Spirit Dance … Ritualistic magic that even ordinary people can participate in … Klein shifted his gaze and looked at the black-robed man who was immersed in chanting an incantation beside the corpse.
He was the one who had been instructing the boys and girls on how to perform the Spirit Dance.
He should be a member of the Charismatic Order, and there's a high chance he's a Beyonder … Klein nodded indiscernibly, planning to watch how the other party would conduct the resurrection ritual.
At this moment, the dance reached its climax. The adult black-robed man raised his head and took off his wig, revealing a few strange tattoos engraved on his bald head.
He raised his hands and shouted,
"Death!"
"Honorable Death!"
"Return soon!"
After he finished shouting, the dance stopped. The seven or eight young men and women stood on each side, their expressions blurry, expectant, excited, and fearful.
Then, the black-robed man bent down, opened the iron cage beside his feet, and carried out a black object.
Klein focused and saw that it was a black cat with blue eyes.
Is that even possible? He was obviously stunned for a moment, and suddenly thought of the various folklore about black cats. For example, when the black cat, which symbolized evil and hell's emissary, jumped over a corpse, the corpse would be awakened.
This was the first time Klein had seen someone use such a method in a ritual.
The black-robed man took a step forward, stopped the black cat in his arms from struggling, and threw it towards the corpse.
Meow!
The black cat's fur stood on end, and it meowed loudly as it jumped over the corpse.
At this moment, Klein felt that he understood the cat's language. He believed that it must be saying three words:
“MMP！”
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