Lord of the Mysteries v7c30 - Sogou MTL

Eric became captain of the "Red Gloves" in the latter part of the previous war and was promoted to the "Spirit Wizard" of Sequence 5.

He witnessed the death of his predecessor and former captain, and knew that higher sequence was not the first guarantee to make himself safer, but caution and caution.

For the elite "red gloves" among the "night watchmen", this is an idea that almost everyone believes in, because the ordinary "night watchmen" may only encounter common problems that look like extraordinary events, with occasional omissions and great probability of turning the situation around by their own extraordinary abilities, while the "red gloves" chasing all kinds of important cases, the potential targets must be quite dangerous things.

At this moment, Eric stood on the fourth floor of the apartment at 14 Praia Street, facing the closed dark brown wooden door, looking around a circle:

"There are already two 'night watchmen' missing here. We must not be careless."

At the beginning, several residents of this apartment called the police, saying that room 403 had a foul smell coming out. Moreover, tenants of room 303 often heard heavy footsteps above their heads.

The police in the corresponding area took two days to come and investigate, and then never walked out of room 403.

After the police confirmed this, they immediately handed the case over to the dark night church. The two "night watchmen" who could come to deal with it were also missing. The door of room 403 was still tightly closed.

Based on this premise, the Archbishop of Sea County, the Inter-Church of the Night, entrusted the matter to Eric's team and allowed them to apply for a "1" seal aid.

"Yes, captain." The members of this "red glove" team either nodded or opened their mouths and responded one after another.

Eric didn't say much, standing in front of the closed dark brown door in room 403, raised his left palm with red gloves, and tapped one of his teeth with one of his fingers.

A vague figure suddenly appeared in front of him, as if no thickness from the crack of the door into room 403.

Eric's expression was extremely focused and he seemed to be observing the situation in the room through that vague figure.

It was a natural spirit driven by him that was not strong but had special abilities, and usually lived on his left incisor.

Under the current circumstances, Eric thinks that he can't break in directly, and it is better to do some reconnaissance first-even if his team has reasonable ability collocation and strong seal auxiliary, it must also be so cautious.

If we can get a preliminary understanding of the situation and make more targeted preparations, he believes things will be much easier.

At the same time, one tiny blood vessel after another appeared in Eric's eyes, some of which even burst directly.

Eric heard a heavy creaking sound as he looked bright red.

The closed dark brown door suddenly opened!

Inside the room, a total of six figures, three wearing black and white police uniforms, sitting on the back chair, high stool and sofa respectively, two wearing half a top hat, wearing a black trench coat, one standing at the door, one standing on the platform behind the convex belly window, stick face to the glass surface, seems to be looking at the street downstairs.

There is a figure sitting on a high stool on the edge of the balcony, with a delicate astronomical telescope in front of him.

The skin of the six figures swelled up, as if they had been filled with a lot of gas. Some parts even cracked and were highly corrupt, but they still did not dry out. They were left with a bluish-black light feeling and shed yellowish and black liquid.

Sensing the opening of the door, the six figures turned their heads one after another and looked at Eric and others.

The first is the former "night watchman" standing by the door, and the last is the man in a cotton shirt sitting behind the astronomical telescope. His black and white eyes are still glued to the lens, and only the remaining one and the dark hole can be used to sweep the "red glove" team outside the door.

The faint stench penetrated Eric and others' noses, and the unspeakable cold filled the surroundings.

Eric's instinct is to raise his hand against his teeth, release more spirits, and then use the extraordinary power of "nightmare" to force all the targets in front of him into dreams.

However, no matter how he knocked on his teeth, no spirit was released, and his extraordinary abilities related to the "spirit wizard" seemed to disappear.

At the same time, one of the "nightmares" in the "Red Gloves" team was also surprised to find that he could not drag people into dreams!

At this moment, in addition to the magic medicine to bring physical improvement still exists, their extraordinary ability has disappeared, strangely disappeared.

"Get out of here!" Eric did not hesitate and gave the order in a low voice.

This kind of strange situation is he has never encountered, can only let the team to evacuate first, then targeted to choose seals to deal with.

However, his feet and those of his team members did not move because of this, and they no longer seem to obey the command of their own consciousness.

Eric instinctively bowed his head and looked down at his lower body. He saw that his legs were swollen and trouser legs was about to split.

In addition, he clearly felt that his skin was decaying, rotting and oozing pus.

He and his "Red Gloves" team had not really come into contact with the target yet, so they fell into a sober "nightmare" of watching themselves die little by little and swelling and rotting, which was hard to break free.

At that moment, Eric's bloodshot eyes reflected an ordinary palm, which took hold of the handle and gently pulled out.

Thud!

The dark brown door of room 403 was closed again, isolating Eric and his "red glove" team from the creatures in the room.

They instantly regained their grasp of their bodies, but their legs seemed to have suffered serious injuries. Whether lifting their feet or bending their knees, it was a bit difficult.

Eric neglected to examine his injuries and turned his eyes to the closed palm and its owner.

That is a young man wearing a classic hat and a black robe. His facial features are ordinary, which makes people unable to remember deeply and forget when he turns his head.

"I sincerely suggest that you go back now and hand over the matter to the archbishop or senior deacons. Of course, you have another option, that is, make a wish to me. I am a wandering magician, named merlin Hermes, who is best at satisfying the wishes of others. "Klein spared no effort to persuade others to wish on themselves.

Just now, when he saw the rotten face on the convex belly window, he suddenly had a bad feeling and came to confirm what had happened.

Satisfy one's wish ... Eric recalled the education he received during his training in the holy temple:

Some high-order extraordinary people may be in a state of being detained and sealed. They will pretend to be magic objects that satisfy their wishes to induce you to help them out. The corresponding examples are: magic lamps and wishing pools that can satisfy three wishes ...

Is this a person with extraordinary high sequence? But he doesn't look like he is in a state of being imprisoned and sealed ... Eric looked around and considered for a few seconds, trying to ask a way:

"If we don't make a wish to you, will you not solve the abnormality in the room?"

As soon as he heard this, he saw the wandering magician who claimed to be Merlin Hermes lost in thought and showed some distress.

A few seconds later, klein's hand caressed the top hat, half smile and half sigh a way:

"Even if you don't wish, I will try to solve it."

"... do you need to pronounce your name or real name when making a wish to you?" Eric asked after exchanging his eyes with the players.

Crane shook his head.

"No, just say what you want."

This will not produce a mystical connection ... Eric tried, jokingly said:

"then I hope that the abnormality in this room will be resolved and will no longer affect the surroundings."

Crane outline smile, gently pat the palm of your hand:

"Your wish will come true."

Before Eric responded, he smiled and said:

"The anomalies inside can suppress extraordinary characteristics and make corresponding capabilities ineffective, but this is not absolute.

"Generally encountered this kind of situation, my advice is ..."

While speaking, Klein grabbed with his left hand, took out a glass ball shaped like an eyeball, and then twisted the handle with his right palm to open the door a little.

Then he threw the glass ball into room 403 through the gap.

During its flight, the glass ball continuously absorbs the surrounding light and radiates brilliant, pure and extreme sunshine, just like a miniature sun.

The next second, Klein closed the door around his right palm, lest Eric and others' eyes could not bear it.

"My suggestion is to use '1' class seals in the 'Sun' field for blanket purification." Will just say that sentence at the same time, klein remembered the tingen city Chanis gate "variation of the sun holy emblem", although this is only a "3" level seal, but as long as you give it enough time, can solve the rotting creatures inside.

Eric was about to say that we were carrying similar seals, but he didn't have a chance to use them. He saw Mr merlin Hermes reopen the door of room 403.

The six figures inside have evaporated out of thin air, the different special features are slowly condensing, and the original cold stench is completely melted by the warm and warm feeling.

"Has it been solved?" Eric hesitated and asked.

Crane smiled and shook his head a way:

"No, the root of the problem is still there.

"Have you done any identity checks on the owners here?"

Eric immediately replied:

"He calls himself John, an astronomer who likes to study the starry sky with special telescopes at night."

Study the stars ... Klein quietly walked into the room, freely ordered:

"You search here for possible clues."

For some reason, Eric suddenly felt that Mr. Merlin Hermes was like the captain when he joined the "night watchman". He was professional, calm and trustworthy.

He nodded to the members of his team and motioned them to follow the instructions.

However, he is still following Klein's side, offering help and making necessary precautions.

Klein ignored him, swept away his eyes, approached the delicate astronomical telescope, then bent over his back and leaned his eyes toward the port.

This may be dangerous ... Eric was going to make a reminder, but he closed his mouth again when he thought that the other party showed a rather high level of dignity and hierarchy.

At this time, Klein saw through the astronomical telescope a deep night sky of bright dreams, where every star was blinking slightly.

Suddenly, his vision was occupied by a huge eye.

The eyes seemed to be directly attached to the lens at the other end of the astronomical telescope, with gray as the bottom and yellowish as the pupil. Blood vessels inside swelled up and infiltrated disgusting translucent pus.