I Am Breaking the Dimensional Wall In the Lord of Mysteries

A more in-depth play should be that the prey is not limited to wild beasts or monsters, it may also be a certain person. To be precise, anyone who I regard as a hunting target is a prey.

Furthermore, the so-called trap is no longer limited to the practical meaning, nor is it limited to a specific thing. You can adapt measures to local conditions, use all the available conditions around you, and transform them into an environment that is beneficial to you. That is also true. A kind of 'trap'.

Xifa allowed his thoughts to diverge, and the inspiration at this moment was unprecedentedly active.

Like tonight, after I noticed the state of that lunatic and his thought pattern, I turned the captain's room into a trap.

The other party also stepped into the trap as I imagined, so that I could shoot him with a gun.

Afterwards, the leader of the black tie also became a kind of trap. I used him to distract the opponent, and successfully approached and attacked.

And at that time, in order to exert the effect of the Shadow Fist, I deliberately stood in a dark place, which was also a trap.

I took advantage of the environment on the boat and allowed the prey to step into one trap after another so that I could easily repel him.

From this point of view, traps are not limited to specific things. The surrounding environment, the means that can be used, and even language, actions, and everything that can make the prey fall into trouble can be regarded as 'traps'!

Xifa nodded, very satisfied with the Hunter Playing Rules he summed up, and reminded himself that more traps should be used in future hunting, so that in two or three months, he might be able to digest the magic. medicine.

the next day.

As soon as Xifa finished his breakfast, he was informed by the housekeeper that several inspectors from Lewis had come again and wanted to see him.

In the lobby on the first floor, Xifa met those inspectors and found that besides the three of Lewis, there was one more.

It was a young man, probably in his mid-twenties, about the same age as Miss Martha. He has short brown curly hair and is dressed in a decent suit, looking a bit shy.

This is my friend, Warren. He's a profiler, and since we haven't got any prisoners yet and we're running out of time, I'm sending him over to help.

While Lewis was making an introduction, Xifa noticed that the inspector did not wear black-rimmed glasses today. Wear a round frame, single lens glasses instead.

On the frame of the glasses, there are extremely tiny symbols, which is very difficult for ordinary people to detect because of Xifa's astonishing eyesight.

When Lewis, who was wearing the glasses, was watched by him, Xifa always felt a little uncomfortable, as if he was being scrutinized by the inspector, and if he didn't pay attention, his secret would be discovered by him.

Since his father Baisen left the house very early, only Xifa entertained these guests today.

He asked his servants to bring black tea, and said with a smile, Officer, what can I do for you?

Lewis sat up straight and said, Mr. Sifer, last night, a nasty incident happened on a nearby beach.

A sailboat caught fire, and the police found a large number of corpses in the cabin. Even though most of the corpses were burnt beyond recognition because of the fire, through autopsy, we found that the internal organs of some of the corpses were missing.

We have reason to believe that this is the scene of some kind of evil sacrifice.

Xifa, who already knew about it, still made a moved expression and said, Officer, what do you mean, this is the 'massive sacrifice' mentioned in that diary.

Lewis nodded and said: I think so, and I believe that this is just the beginning. By the way, look at this.

He took out an envelope from his pocket, took out a piece of parchment, and the housekeeper handed it to Xifa: I don't know, do you have any impression of it?

Xifa took it and saw that it was the parchment he got from the old lady Paris's house, on which was a spell to pray to the evil god.

Using his status as 'Duke', he asked a child to hand over the object to St. Witt Church for him. Now that the parchment is in Lewis' hands, it indirectly proves that this is a Nighthawk team.

【He is testing you! 】

Xifa was about to say that he had no impression, but when the words came to his lips, he suddenly had an idea.

Lewis knew that he had been to Mrs. Paris's basement, and now he took out this parchment, as if he was testing himself.

So he changed his words: I have no impression, but it seems to be written in Hermes script. I have studied this ancient script, but I am not very proficient, etc.

Xifa raised her head: Could this be the evil spell given to Mrs. Paris mentioned in the diary? But when I was at her house, I didn't find such a thing. How could it be in your hands, police officer? ?”

Lewis took down the single mirror and wiped it with a handkerchief, then put it on and said, We always have some special channels to get what we want.

By the way, Mr. Sifer, I want to ask you some questions alone.

Hearing what he meant, Xifa winked at the butler Sebastian, and the gray-bearded butler with a classic face waved his hand and led his servants out of the hall.

Lewis coughed dryly and lowered his voice: Mr. Xifa, do you know Extraordinary?

Are you testing me again?

Xifa nodded generously: I have been to West Balam, and I heard it mentioned by the adventurers on the ship during the journey.

Are you interested in becoming a Extraordinary?

Lewis asked another question, and held the single mirror with his hand.

Xifa coughed dryly, spread his hands, and showed a helpless smile: Of course I am interested. I yearn for the extraordinary and the mysterious. Unfortunately, my parents have warned me more than once that they will not allow me to step into this circle.

Especially my father, he often told me that my goal should be in Backlund's upper house, not in some dark, mysterious and extraordinary gathering.

On this point, I am not lying. My mother really doesn't want me to step into the mysterious world, and my father really does hope that I can assist him in his career. It's just that they respect my choice

Lewis said with some relief and disappointment: So that's it, um, I digressed. Let's get back to business. Because of the tragedy that happened last night, we have carefully considered your suggestion again and are going to adopt your suggestion. suggestion.

Xifa knew that he was referring to the 'bait' thing.

Use the diary owner to hate him, want to get rid of his emotions, and draw the other party out of the corner of the shadow.

In fact, Xifa suspected that the lunatic on the boat last night was probably the owner of the diary.

If this is the case, then as a 'bait', he has to bear a lot of risk. After all, in this plan, he must appear as the baron's son, not a Extraordinary, not a bounty hunter 'Duke'.

I'm glad to hear you say that, sir. In fact, I've been preparing for this for the past two days.

Xifa leaned forward slightly, showing great interest: So, do you have a plan?