The Beginning of Everything.
In the early morning, in an elegantly decorated room, a handsome man sat quietly against the window, holding a beautifully bound copy of the creation myth, reading it carefully, as it look like a beautiful painting.
The sunlight sprinkled on his body through the window, adding a bit of sacredness to this elegance and beauty.
But in the next moment, a cold aura suddenly spread out, the original warm and elegant room suddenly lost its color, gray color crawled over every inch of the corner, a pale monster, poking its head out of the floor.
It seems to have a human form, limbs present an unnatural, as if spring-like twisted state, a vertical long mouth full of sharp teeth from the top of his head all the way to his chest, with the blood-colored saliva with the opening and closing of the mouth constantly pulled into thin silk.
But the elegant and beautiful man did not have any negative emotions because of the appearance of this monster, he still held the creation of the myth, seemingly did not see anything.
No, he saw it, because the monster, raising those twisted arms respectfully, handed up a notebook that looked somewhat old, as well as an envelope.
The handsome man reached out and picked up the two items, and the creature disappeared into the room, and the gloomy, pale environment, once again, returned to its original state.
The man placed the notebook on the table, casually tore open the envelope, and shook open a small iteration of letterhead inside -
"Dear Mr. A:"
"Please allow me to defend myself against the killing of a fellow agent."
"Both Hennison Vincent and Cyrus Arepis are unabashedly stupid, and their stupidity could even make a curly-haired baboon laugh!"
"Heinersson-Vansant was stupid enough to write the secret spell in his notebook."
"His apprentice peeked at the incantation and performed the magic mirror divination in a dignified manner while the Nighthawks pagans watched!"
"I'm sure you can imagine the next development, so I won't dwell on it."
"To protect our other lambs in Tingen City, I went ahead and killed him, which I felt was the right thing to do."
"Cyrus Arepis's folly went further than that of Hennethon Vincent, knowing that the Nighthawks had begun investigating the Antigonus family notes, still waltzed went to the library to borrow periodicals related to Antigonus family, a presumption that actually lasted more than two months before being discovered, already blessed by the Lord! "
"In order to avoid involving more, I killed him after the heretic of Nighthawks on duty traced him to the library, which was the logical choice."
"On the other hand, I recaptured the notebook of the Fourth Age during the battle between the Nighthawks Heretics and the Secret Society, which according to Hennethan Shansen, probably contains the treasures left behind by the Antigonus family."
"I dedicate this notebook to the Lord, hoping to atone for the sins of this Secret Prayer. "
"Finally, it seems that Cyrus Arepis once taught the ritual of the Lord's descent to a fraud master of unknown origin, do I need to offer my help?"
"The Lord's faithful servant, Snow von Penredacus."
"Heh ..." The handsome man's fingers rubbed slightly, and the letter paper in his hand was torn into pieces by the sudden curling air current, he stretched out his hand and flipped open the notebook, along with a word reflected in his eyes, and a slightly A slightly evil smile appeared on that pretty face.
... Tingen City ...
"Captain, is this the last suspect's residence?" Leonard looked through the carriage window at the inn outside, looked down and pulled out his pocket watch from the inside of his police uniform and glanced at it, "It's quite early, it doesn't look like it will delay Klein's entry mission."
"Don't be careless." The gray-eyed middle-aged man sitting next to him frowned, wrinkles evident at the corners of his eyes and light brown hair visible at the edge of his hat.
He was currently holding a piece of paper filled with words and said in a not too loud, but clear voice.
"Snow von Panredax, a native of Beklander, a veterinarian, had been to the Diviner's Club half a month ago for a divination by Hennison Vincent, after which he had stayed in the hotel without going out, and according to the information provided by Beklander, he had had an affair with the mistress of a certain gangster's man of words before that, and the reason for leaving Beklander should be to escape from the pursuit. "
"It sounds quite fishy." Leonard listened to Dunn's narration, whistled frivolously, and then turned his head to look at Klein.
Without waiting for him to say anything, Klein nodded knowingly, pulled a piece of paper from his bag, wrote a line of text on it, and then, as he had done before before investigating the other suspects, undid the spiritual pendulum on his wrist, closed his eyes and silently recited.
"Investigate Sno Von Panredax is dangerous, Investigate Sno Von Panredax is in dangerous, Investigate ..."
After seven consecutive silent recitations, Klein opened his eyes and the citrine pendulum was rotating counterclockwise at a slow speed.
He breathed a slight sigh of relief, and then said.
"Captain, there should be no danger, but considering that the other party may possess the anti-divination ability, it is better to be careful."
"Well, you stay in the carriage, Leonard, you come with me." Dunn nodded gently, pushed open the carriage door and walked off the carriage, all the way towards the inn.
...
In a room on the second floor of the Aroma Tree Inn, a young man in a white shirt and black vest was teasing a black Lune shorthair cat that looked less than a week old, and he was none other than the target of Klein and Dunn's visit to investigate this time - the young veterinarian named Snow von Penredacus.
Just the moment the spiritual pendulum divination in the carriage began, Snow's spirituality sensed it , but he did not stop shaking the hand that teased the cat just adjusted himself and waited quietly.
Then ...
He Seems a little sleepy?
As thought came together, Snow's entire body hit a jolt, and immediately after that, a slightly urgent knock on the door was heard.
"Who is it?"
Snow picked up the black kitten and put it on his shoulder, lifted his feet to the door, and outside the door, there came a calm and strong male voice.
"I, Dunn Smith."
"Sure enough, it's you." Snow's heart secretly sighed, reached out and opened the door, a middle-aged police officer with deep gray eyes appeared in front of him.
"This officer, you are ..." Snow frowned slightly, his eyes faintly flashed like a sly fox, Dunn did not notice it, but pulled out his ID and showed it, then directly said.
"We suspect that you are related to a murder case, and hope that you can assist in the investigation."
"A murder case?" Snow slightly flabbergasted for a moment, then fiercely excited: "I have not left the inn for half a month! The people at the inn can testify for me!"
"I know, it's just routine." Dunn spoke soothingly, then looked inside the room and said.
"Won't you invite me in?"
"Well, please come in." Snow nodded and gave way to the door, then spread his hands and said.
"This is just an inn, nothing decent for tea."
"That's okay, I'll leave when I'm done asking." Dunn found a seat and pulled out a stack of papers and said.
"Do you know Hennison Vincent?"
"Yes, half a month ago when I went to the Diviner's Club for divination, he gave me the divination that it is not suitable to go out recently, so I have not left the inn for more than half a month." Snow did not hesitate to nod, seems to be quite impressed with this diviner.
"Why do you believe so much in the one-sided words of a diviner you have only met once?" Dunn's gray eyes looked deadly into the youth's eyes, Snow sighed and said helplessly.
"If a person can judge your life by simple divination alone, I believe you will also choose to listen to his advice, not to mention that this matter is also life-threatening."
"Life-threatening?" Dunn's eyes sharpened up, Snow immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing, and a bitter smile appeared on his face ...