In the exhibition hall where Rosell's diary was placed, the two Machinery Hivemind team members suddenly heard a clattering sound.
They turned their heads at the same time and looked at the Sealed Artifact that looked like it was pieced together from building blocks on the glass display case.
In the scaled model of the first floor of the museum, a gray dot was constantly flashing.
"There's an additional inanimate object in the nearest bathroom," one of the team members made a clear judgment.
The other team member relaxed a little, frowned, and said in a guessing tone,
"A dead leaf blown in by the wind?"
"It's possible." The team member who had spoken first nodded and said, "Wait, let the passing security personnel check it and confirm the situation. Captain told us to stay here and not leave no matter what happens, especially not by ourselves. "
If they encountered the most urgent situation, they could evacuate with Rosell's diary.
"Alright." His companion had no objections to this.
...
In the office area on the second floor of the museum, Klein was like a floating ghost, passing through one wall after another and flying towards the top of the restored study.
However, he didn't fly too fast. He kept sensing the fire seed downstairs and calculating the distance.
When the straight line between the two points was close to thirty meters, he raised his illusory and transparent right hand and silently snapped his fingers.
In the washroom on the first floor, the box of matches suddenly exploded with a small rumbling sound.
Immediately following that, scarlet flames leaped up, igniting the tissue, the potted plant, and the wooden door.
The raging fire didn't spread for the time being, but its momentum was shocking enough.
Nearby, the security personnel who heard the sound immediately rushed towards the location. In the exhibition hall, which was monitoring the entire situation on the first floor, the two Machinery Hivemind team members also saw the flames in the "model" at the same time. They subconsciously rushed over, trying to extinguish the fire and also preparing to capture the culprit behind the chaos.
However, they stopped after taking two steps. At the same time, they remembered their Captain's instructions.
No matter what happens, don't leave this exhibition hall, don't leave Rosell's diary!
They looked at each other, warily looked at the two entrances to the exhibition hall, and quietly took out their own Beyonder weapons.
As Beyonders of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, they never lacked equipment.
…
At that moment, Max Livermore, who was patrolling the different exhibition halls on the first floor with a lantern, also noticed the commotion. Without thinking, he rushed towards the exhibition hall where Rosell's diary was.
Ensuring the safety of the items was a higher priority than catching the intruder!
Furthermore, Max believed that no matter what the other party's goal was, as long as they entered the first floor of the house that was affected by the Sealed Artifact and entered the various exhibition halls, it wouldn't be easy for them to leave!
If there were no helpers outside, the intruder would be trapped here until he died!
Even with help, it would take a long time to get rid of the effect.
"Once you enter, you will be the prey that has stepped into the trap!" Max Livermore ran quickly, passing through one exhibition hall after another before he finally saw the figures of his two companions.
At this time, Klein, who was on the second floor of the museum, had already passed through the door and the wall according to the layout in his memory. He arrived at the top of the restored study.
He wasn't in a hurry to carry out his follow-up actions. Instead, he looked down from above.
As the stone slab was relatively thick, Klein wasn't able to vaguely confirm if there were any auras or emotional colors beneath it. All he could do was spread his arms, fall forward, and silently lay on the ground.
His illusory and transparent figure quickly blurred and melted into the floor.
…
On the ceiling of the first floor that had a huge crystal chandelier hanging from it, a faint, almost invisible face suddenly appeared.
This strange face looked down at the exhibition hall, its eyes constantly moving, taking in all the scenes in every corner of the film area.
No Beyonders, no security personnel … Klein mumbled. His entire figure penetrated the ceiling, and in a half-flying, half-descending manner, he landed in front of the glass-covered Rosell's desk.
He scanned it, and without hesitation, he reached out with both hands, grabbing the bookmark in the Creative Manuscript and the bookmark that looked like a child's doodle.
This was to prevent a powerful Beyonder from using magical means to retrace the scene here. Therefore, he wanted to show that he didn't know which bookmark was abnormal, so that the investigators wouldn't suspect Miss Justice, who had only touched one bookmark.
With the augmentation of Aztec's copper whistle, his Spirit Body passed through the glass cover with a slight sluggishness. He firmly grabbed the two bookmarks and wrapped them in his Spirit Body.
After doing this, Klein felt much more at ease. He no longer had any obvious nervousness or tension.
He reached out with both hands again to grab the other bookmarks.
Wah! Wah! Wah!
The loud and shrill cry of a baby suddenly echoed in the exhibition hall.
It was so illusory, as if it came from a place far, far away.
Klein's body suddenly stiffened, as if a lake had encountered an ultra-low temperature. It was obvious that it had frozen.
He, who was in his Spirit Body state, seemed to be frozen!
Wah! Wah! Wah!
Accompanying the baby's cries were black slits. They surrounded Klein like a discontinuous iron fence.
In the blink of an eye, one of the black slits split open, revealing an eyeball covered in blood vessels. In the center of the eyeball was a deep pupil, and there were small white worms that were constantly wriggling and crawling about.
One, two, three … The black slits opened one after another, and one strange eyeball after another appeared in midair. They were densely packed as they coldly and mercilessly stared at Klein.
With their appearance, everything around them froze. Even the illusory Spirit Body was unable to penetrate.
Klein even found it difficult to sense the existence of the spirit world. He found it difficult to see the different transparent figures that were infinitely high up in the sky. He found it difficult to see the different colors that contained a lot of knowledge.
"Why did you only take the bookmarks?" A gentle but emotionless female voice sounded in Klein's ears.
He stood rooted to the ground. Right in front of him was a tall bookshelf with two levels that almost reached the ceiling. There was a staircase and a passageway that surrounded many books.
Among them, at the top of the staircase sat a figure shrouded in darkness.
The figure's feet, which were clad in black leather boots, hung down, leaning against the wooden staircase as it hung in midair.
I actually didn't sense her existence at all … Is this a powerhouse from the Machinery Hivemind? No, maybe it's a High-Sequence Beyonder! As this thought flashed through his mind, Klein didn't answer and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Why did you only take the bookmarks? Where did you learn to take the bookmarks? "
The figure asked again, this time with a hint of sternness amidst the gentleness. The surrounding bloodshot eyeballs rapidly expanded, as though they were about to occupy the entire space.
Before she could finish her sentence, Klein's face, which looked like it had been smeared with oil, suddenly revealed a wide smile.
His illusory, almost transparent figure instantly disappeared, his whereabouts unknown!
Even Aztec's copper whistle and the two bookmarks that were wrapped around his Spirit Body disappeared!
...
Above the gray fog, in the towering and magnificent ancient palace.
Klein's figure suddenly appeared at the end of the long, mottled table.
He leaned back in his chair and chuckled.
"Thankfully, I'm prepared."
His Spirit Body state wasn't a result of his own Beyonder powers, nor did it come from the interconversion of his physical body and Spirit Body. This was a product of his summoning and responding to his own ritual.
And the power of this ritual stemmed from the mysterious space above the gray fog, stemming from its uniqueness!
Therefore, as long as Klein succeeded, there was no need for him to attempt to escape. He could directly end the summoning and return above the gray fog. Then, from there, he could instantly return to his physical body in the real World!
This was because the space above the gray fog could isolate the powers of the Eternal Blazing Sun, the True Creator, and other deities. Therefore, Klein believed that without the interference of the deities, the summoning wouldn't be interrupted!
As long as the other party didn't immediately kill his Spirit Body or knock him unconscious, Klein was confident that he could escape!
This was also the reason why he didn't want to make a "long trek" over after becoming a Spirit Body. The interval was too long, and there were too many variables.
...
The faint crimson moonlight shone in through the window. The woman sitting at the top of a flight of stairs between the bookshelves looked silently at the table in front of her. She looked at the spot where Klein had been. The cries of the babies and the eyeballs around her had vanished.
After an unknown period of time, the top of the stairs suddenly became empty, as though no one had ever been there.
In the exhibition hall where Rosell's diary was stored, Max Livermore said to his two teammates, "Guard this place well.
"You guys guard this place. I'll go find the guy who snuck in."
"He must still be trapped by the power of the Sealed Artifact somewhere on the first floor!"
As he spoke, he looked at the Sealed Artifact and the "model" on the first floor of the museum. He wanted to find the red dot that belonged to the infiltrator and quickly lock onto his location.
However, no matter how he looked and counted, he couldn't find anything amiss.
The number of people hadn't increased at all!
"This …" Max Livermore froze on the spot.
...
18 King's Avenue, in the storage room of a wealthy merchant.
Klein's eyes lit up once again, and the corners of his mouth curled up bit by bit.
He left the bookmark and Aztec's copper whistle above the gray fog and returned to his body to save time.
After extinguishing the candles and ending the ritual, Klein cleaned up the scene. He used a specially concocted potion to neutralize the smell of the Holy Night Powder and the essential oil extract from the ritual.
After doing all of this, he removed the wall of spirituality and let the wind blow away the remaining traces.
Following that, he took out the Master Key and passed through the houses to take a rental carriage in the distance.
After using his cane to determine the direction to prevent himself from getting lost and returning to the Royal Museum or a particular cathedral, Klein began to move forward quickly, constantly using the Master Key to open doors and walls.
After walking in a straight line for a while, he suddenly couldn't grasp his location.
Hmm … I'll leave in two more houses. If I'm no longer on King's Avenue, I'll find a rental carriage, or do another divination? I'll immediately study the Card of Blasphemy when I get home! Klein quickly made a decision. He placed the brass key against the wall and gently twisted it.
An invisible ripple spread out as he arrived at the house next door to the townhouse.
At that moment, his nose twitched as he smelled the strong smell of blood.
The strong smell of blood! Klein frowned and looked up. He saw a lady in the living room in front of him.
The lady's expression was filled with pain. There was a huge wound on her abdomen, and her internal organs seemed to have disappeared.
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