Mysteries: Arcana Wars

It was actually the Hermetic language... Which being's name was he calling?

The puppet transformation was completely completed. Just as Klein was about to raise his hand to control the puppet, he saw another line of small black Roselle characters appear next to the puppet's twisted arm.

"Burn him, don't look at it."

Obviously, this is Melissa's handwriting again.

Klein squatted down and thought for a moment. It seemed that the unfinished mumbling just now was indeed an order pointing to the unknown, but Klein still had no idea why this organization would let such a skilled killer deal with an ordinary programmer.

However, since Melissa didn't allow him to investigate further, Klein was very obedient and didn't try to use divination or other mystical methods on this uninvited guest.

But we are not allowed to use divination, but we are not allowed to use technology!

Klein studied it for a moment, then snatched off the killer's mask and started taking pictures with his phone.

The killer had a clean and handsome face, and was fully equipped with advanced equipment. He exuded a valuable aura, and it was obvious that he was from either a wealthy family or a wealthy organization. Although it was unknown why he had a certain amount of extraordinary power but didn't use it, the killer's agility alone showed that he was a good fighter.

Klein even sat down and immediately searched for articles online about how police take photos of corpses to search for evidence and archive them. He then applied what he learned and filmed them thoroughly. He even took off the killer's shoes and took a lot of photos of the killer's bare feet, even clearly showing the calluses on each toe.

"Burn him with matches."

Another line of neat small words appeared at the killer's feet, which looked like Melissa's helpless urging.

But Klein felt that he could get more information through physical means. After a mental struggle, in order to avoid any curse or contamination, Klein gave up touching the corpse and only took the killer's ammunition magazine and pistol. He pulled out all the bullets and found that they were all extraordinary bullets etched with mysterious patterns, which could be infused with spirituality, but at this moment they were as quiet as ordinary bullets, lying in Klein's hands like pieces of gold.

"…It's good to have money…"

Just as Klein was admiring it, another line of small black words appeared on the floor.

"Burn him!"

"Okay, okay, I got it, let me take a few more pictures."

Klein quickened his pace, raised his phone and pressed the shutter button at the bullets and guns.

Then, three twisted large Roselle characters suddenly appeared on the floor under the corpse’s hand, pressing heavily on Melissa’s small characters!

"Burn him!"

The words were as dark as ink, as thick as blood, crooked and twisted like the cry of a madman.

"Burn him!"

"Burn him!"

"Burn him!!"

Lines of crazy and chaotic handwriting were like wet and sticky footprints, slamming heavily on the wooden floor, as if a non-existent monster was roaring and running towards Klein.

"BURN HIM!!!!"

Klein immediately stood up and took two steps back. He then took out the Void Match and threw it at the killer with force.

The black match emitted a black spark, and as soon as it fell, it ignited a blazing black flame on the body, and even the black words on the floor were burned. Soon, everything about the killer turned into a puff of black smoke and dissipated into the air.

The ground was clean, without even a trace of blood. The only evidence that the killer had been there was the gun and ammunition in Klein's hand and the Beyonder Characteristics glittering on the ground.

After making sure that all the black smoke and dust had disappeared, Klein walked forward and picked up the Beyonder Characteristics to examine it carefully.

This was an extremely pure and clean Astrologer Extraordinary Characteristic. Klein couldn't even find a trace of any spiritual imprint left on it.

Does the black flame summoned by this void match have a purifying effect?

Klein tapped his fingers rhythmically on the floor and simply sat on the ground to think.

If this killer has no personal grudge against me, then the organization behind him wants to target me: but such a wealthy and large secretive organization cannot possibly target just an ordinary office worker programmer, and the promotion of an "astrologer" does not seem to require the assassination of a programmer as a ritual.

Maybe... their target is the project I'm currently working on, or the noble client that our team can't afford to offend?

It's impossible that the killer suddenly feels that a certain application is not satisfactory and wants to kill a programmer for fun!

This unexpected disaster made Klein's depression, which had been caused by working overtime until he died suddenly, even worse. The slight noise in the quiet night seemed unbearable.

Click, click.

This made Klein notice the source of the sound, which was the old pocket watch that was even tougher than the Sequence 7 Beyonder.

Klein was very familiar with this pocket watch. He picked it up with some joy and played with it. This was an old pocket watch left to them by the father of historian Klein. The metal shell was more weathered than he remembered, but it was not damaged at all in the brief fight just now. At that time, this pocket watch was the most valuable thing in the Moretti family. So now it is also a priceless thousand-year-old antique.

Unfortunately, the time is not very accurate, and the hands are even moving backwards. The metal hands from the Fifth Epoch are still stubbornly running towards twelve o'clock, clicking.

The value may be greatly reduced, but to me this pocket watch will always be a priceless treasure.

What surprised Klein was that this antique pocket watch not only won perfectly in the duel with the Beyonder's skull, but also remained uncontaminated by the killer. It was also able to wash away the bloodstains and survive in the all-consuming black flames. This was enough to show that it had become an Beyonder item of considerable level.

In Klein's memories of the Sixth Epoch, this was his playmate from childhood to adulthood. Although he could never fix this old thing, he always kept it with him to try to improve his own quality. According to the nanny at the orphanage, this was also what she found in his cradle when she picked him up.

He held up the pocket watch to the light and carefully observed its not-so-subtle gears. After searching and integrating his only memories, the feeling of unreality in Klein's heart became stronger and stronger, as if this pocket watch had walked out of Klein's memory and imagination, and traveled through time and space to Klein's hands.

This reminded Klein of how magical he once thought Melissa's hands were. Whether it was a pocket watch that didn't want to move a few more steps, or a gas lamp that didn't want to work, as long as Melissa rolled up her sleeves and took it, she would definitely be able to fix it. Benson was always amazed and said that Melissa saved a lot of maintenance costs for the family.

Now Crane no longer had to worry about repair costs while Melissa was away; a miracle could fix all mechanical problems.

As Klein was half-recalling, the hands of his pocket watch finally reached twelve o'clock.

despair.

Instantly, a huge sense of loss violently hit Klein's mind, as if everything he knew was torn apart at that moment. Layer upon layer of strange feelings rushed towards him, struggling to tear something off from him, his eyes, and his heart!

Klein immediately flashed to the bedroom, only to see a puff of black smoke tumbling and disappearing into the air.

He missed Melissa again.

The vague sense of unreality finally disappeared without a trace at this moment, and the heavy sense of reality came over him, grabbing his legs and dragging him into the quagmire from which he could not escape.

Nothing was more real than the world beneath his feet right now.

Klein opened his mouth, but he couldn't even utter "Melissa".

He slowly walked to the place where Melissa's phantom disappeared, where Melissa left him the last instructions.

"My dear, beloved brother, I wish you all the best."

He was silent for a long time, and finally stood up. At this moment, the black words on the ground suddenly began to twitch! They flickered, twisted, deformed, and finally condensed into a weird and bizarre font!

The Roselle text, as wet and sticky as blood, seemed to be a deep evil curse written by a person who had never recovered from the abyss with billions of years of resentment! It was the blasphemy and malice recorded in the evil book that could never be realized in the numerous seals! It was the murmurs that could not be touched by generations above the cognition of all things! !

"Good luck, Sneaky."

Ding, the microwave rang.