Mystery: The Stars Returner

This murder case quickly attracted the attention of the police and was secretly handed over to the local night watchers.

In a place like Backlund, the death of three people was already considered a major case, and the murderer hung the bodies provocatively on the Belland Bridge, which attracted the attention of many people.

As for the identity of the three members of the Yellow Monks, they have not been disclosed to the outside world, and they have only been replaced by the names of ordinary citizens.

Leonard from the Overwood District also noticed this case, but he did not intervene and let the local night watchers solve it.

He is focused on something deeper, revenge from the Yellow Monks.

In just one or two days, yellow-robed monks appeared in many places in Backlund.

Beggars on the streets, homeless people nearby, drunkards in bars, etc., everyone who may be related to this case has been thoroughly investigated.

As for those unofficial extraordinary people who like to hide their traces, they have become the focus of observation.

Anyone who dares to resist will be punished by fate and die misfortune.

Such a large-scale action quickly attracted the attention of the Church of the Goddess of Night, the Church of Storms, and the Church of Steam and Machinery.

It has to be said that on such a large scale, the crude and barbaric approach of preferring to kill by mistake rather than letting go, did play a certain role.

In the dock area, a down-and-out homeless man who often sleeps under a street lamp late at night shows extraordinary strength when faced with a large-scale investigation by the Yellow Monks. With the help of the cover of the night, he successfully steals from the Yellow Monks. Escape.

The trace is currently a mystery and the situation is unknown.

Leonard carefully read the details of the case, and when no one was around, he curiously asked the old man in his body, "It's strange that neither the Church of the Goddess of Night nor the Church of Storms and Mechanics can find out the specific identity of this prisoner. It's as if he suddenly It comes out of the soil.”

"Hide your destiny."

"Is the murderer an Extraordinary of the Destiny Path?"

"uncertain."

"Are there other extraordinary pathways involving destiny?"

The old man in the body was silent for a while, "This is not something you need to worry about."

"Hehe, just out of curiosity."

"Oh, then continue to be curious."

"Hey, old man, don't you know the answer too?"

Leonard tried to use the provocation method, but did not get any response.

He leaned back in the chair and murmured: "An old immortal appeared not long ago, and now such a case has appeared. It always feels like Backlund is going to change again."

……

Late at night, in the house at No. 160 Burklund Street, Klein was lying in bed and resting.

A breeze blew gently, and then the closed windows were pried open by a mysterious force, and the curtains were blown slightly.

Klein immediately woke up from his deep sleep and remained on high alert, but did not open his eyes. He just tried to keep his breathing steady and pretended to be asleep.

Someone sneaked into his room!

And that person was hiding behind the curtains and secretly observing him!

Didn't Nighthawks come to investigate him last time?

It's only been a week, why are they investigating me again?

But after waiting for a while, Klein didn't notice any other movement.

The person who sneaked into his room just hid quietly behind the curtains, like a predator, watching him silently without making any noise or making any unnecessary movements. It was more like using his house to hide. Track down the enemy.

Klein didn't say anything, just pretended that he didn't know all this, and continued to sleep soundly.

After waiting for almost twenty minutes, the man hiding in the curtain left along the window. Before leaving, he glanced at the bed here and then closed the window again.

The whole process was silent and there was no unnecessary movement at all.

If it hadn't been for my excellent spiritual warning, it would have been impossible to notice that someone had sneaked into my room tonight.

Is this an unforeseen disaster?

Klein lifted the quilt, sat up straight, and looked at the curtains that had stopped moving vertically.

As for the identity of the person just now, he pretended to sleep just now and did not see his true appearance. He just vaguely felt that he was a man with a delicate mind and extraordinary courage.

"Should we call the police?"

Klein pondered for a while, and finally chose to pretend that this incident had not happened. After all, he was just an ordinary rich man, and there was no way he would have noticed such a mysterious figure sneaking into his room late at night.

Moreover, calling the police will not only attract the attention of the police, but may also lead to retaliation.

But he was still very interested in the identity of this late-night stalker.

After waiting for a while, he got up and went to the bathroom, walked four steps backward and entered above the gray mist.

He planned to use divination to try to find out the identity of this person tonight.

But the result of the divination surprised him. In one sentence, there was no such person.

This means that the other party has detection methods that can block divination and the like.

Anti-divination, anti-prophecy.

Klein was silent for a while, and then left above the gray fog. When he returned to his bedroom, the window was opened again, and there was a note on the table under the moonlight.

Despite his doubts, Klein walked over and spread out the note on the table. It read in beautiful words: "Someone just sneaked into your room."

Is this a reminder from a well-intentioned person?

Klein reached out and picked up the note and smelled it under his nose. The faint fragrance showed that the person who wrote the letter was a woman.

Combining what happened around him and the people he knew, he quickly thought of Miss Hazel who lived in the nearby Congressman Macht's house.

He once saw the other party sneaking into the sewers of the street late at night. He probably saw someone entering his room tonight, and then wrote himself a note to warn him.

What a kind girl.

Klein smiled and burned the note as if nothing happened.

The infiltrator tonight is definitely a troublesome person, and he doesn't want to cause trouble.

The next day, at dawn, Klein got up and went to the window, opened the curtains, and with his keen eyesight, he noticed that there was an invisible thread of spider silk growing behind the white curtains.

It's very thin and new, like a net just tied last night.

Are there spiders in your house?

No, the Bellander Bridge case!

Klein recalled the newspaper he had read a few days ago, which recorded a bizarre murder case. The victim was tied into a cocoon with spider silk and hung from the bridge.

Is the infiltrator last night the criminal in this case?

Was he trying to evade the police last night?

But there was no sound of police action. If it were the police, they would definitely conduct door-to-door searches.

What a hassle.

Klein frowned slightly. Should he call the police?

He didn't want to let the brutal prisoner go, but he couldn't tell the police that he concluded that the infiltrator last night was the prisoner based on this thumb-sized spider silk, right?

Then he should change his name to Detective Sherlock.

In the end, he did not call the police. He simply had breakfast and went out for a stroll. When he happened to meet Miss Hazel on the street, Klein could see the doubt hidden in her eyes.

Two more days passed, and Backlund's nights became increasingly restless.

Many witnesses claimed that they suddenly saw a black shadow flashing past on the street late at night. The police just asked them to go back and wait for news, and then sent the new information to the night watchers as soon as possible.

Late at night, at Earl Hall's house.

When Audrey was sleeping soundly on her big bed, she suddenly heard Susie's scream, which made Audrey wake up immediately and turn on the night light beside the bed.

The light instantly illuminates the entire bedroom.

Audrey only saw Susie on alert, staring out the window with bright eyes.

Susie's scream also woke up the maids, attendants, and servants of Earl Hall's family. Soon, the lights came on one by one.

The entire Earl Hall's house soon became bright and shining like daylight.

Earl Hall, wearing a purple nightgown and a gray coat, hurriedly led people to Audrey's room and eagerly asked her what happened just now.

Because Susie is usually very well-behaved and very intelligent, she would not yell randomly late at night. She must have discovered something before she let out a warning roar.

"There seemed to be a dark shadow flashing outside the window just now. Susie realized something was wrong, and then she started barking."

"Wang."

Susie echoed, indicating to Earl Hall that this was what happened tonight.

Earl Hall's face was solemn, and he asked several attendants and maids to stay here with him to protect Audrey. He led the people with lanterns to search the area outside the window.

No sign of anyone was found, only traces of spider webs on the bushes.

Looking at the place where the net had just been built, Earl Hall's expression darkened and he ordered people to guard every corner to prevent anything from happening again.

After struggling for more than an hour, Audrey lay down on the bed again to sleep. However, there were two more maids on the floor inside the room, and there were also a few more attendants guarding the windows and doors.

This prevented her from discussing what had just happened with Susie alone.

It wasn't until the next day that Audrey had a brief chance to be alone with Susie.

"Susie, what did you find last night?"

"There was a dark shadow hiding outside the window, seeming to be observing something." Susie recalled what happened last night, and her tone became solemn, "That was definitely not an ordinary person. I felt an extreme emotion from him. Yinhan, he seems to be an evil ghost who has returned from hell, and is a top predator."

"Audrey, I'm sorry that my vocabulary is still a little lacking. It's difficult to describe that person accurately in words."

"It's okay Susie, you protected me last night."

Audrey smiled and stroked Susie's head. She probably didn't expect Susie to discover him so soon.

But who could that black shadow be?

Could it be the mysterious murderer who challenged Mr. Hastur last time?