Eric became Captain of the Red Gloves in the latter part of the previous war and was promoted to Sequence 5 Spirit Witch.

He has witnessed the deaths of his ex and former captain, knowing that a higher sequence is not the first guarantee to make himself safer, cautious and careful.

For the elite "Red Gloves" in the "Night Watcher", this is a concept that almost everyone believes in, because the ordinary "Night Watcher" may only encounter ordinary problems that look like extraordinary events. Occasionally, there are omissions, and some There is a huge probability that the situation can be reversed by its extraordinary ability, and the potential targets of the "red gloves" chasing various important cases must be quite dangerous.

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

"Two 'night watchers' have disappeared here, and we must not take care."

At the beginning, several residents of this apartment reported to the police that there was a foul odor coming from room 403, and tenants of room 303 often heard heavy footsteps above their heads.

The police in the corresponding area dragged on for two days before coming to investigate, and never came out of Room 403 again.

After the police department determined this, they immediately transferred the case to the Night Church, but the two "night watchmen" who had come to deal with it were also missing, and the door of Room 403 remained tightly closed.

Based on this premise, the Archbishop of the County of the Black Church entrusted the matter to the Eric team and allowed them to apply for a "1" seal.

"Yes, Captain." The members of this "Red Glove" squad nodded or spoke, responding in succession.

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

A blurry figure suddenly appeared in front of him, as if without thickness, penetrated into the room 403 through the door slit.

Eric's expression was so focused that he seemed to be watching the room through the blurry figure.

It was a not-so-natural but powerful natural spirit he drove, and usually lived on his left incisor.

Under the current circumstances, Eric thinks that it is not possible to break in directly, it is best to do some reconnaissance first-even if his team has reasonable abilities and strong seals, it must be so cautious.

If he can figure out the situation inside and make more targeted preparations, he believes things will be a lot easier.

Just then, within Eric's eyes, tiny blood vessels were protruding one after another, some of which even burst directly.

As his vision brightened, Eric heard a heavy creak.

The tightly closed dark brown door opened suddenly!

Inside the room, there are a total of six figures, three wearing black and white police uniforms, sitting on the backrest chair, high stool, and sofa, two wearing half-top hats and black trench coats, one standing by the door and one standing by On the platform behind the bay window, the face was pasted to the glass surface, as if looking at the street downstairs.

There is also a figure sitting on a high stool on the edge of the balcony, with an exquisite astronomical telescope in front of it.

The skin of these six figures swelled up, as if someone had infused a lot of gas into the body, and some places had even cracked and were highly corrupt, but still did not dry out, and they were supported by the cyan and black light feeling, and the light yellow Black liquid.

Perceived that the door was open, the six figures turned their heads one after another, looking at Eric and others.

The first was the former "night watchman" standing by the door, and the last was the man in a cotton shirt sitting behind the astronomical telescope. His black and white eyeballs were still stuck to the lenses. The remaining "red gloves" squad swept across the door with the black and dark cave.

A faint stench penetrated into the nose of Eric and others, and the unspeakable coldness flooded all around.

Eric instinctively raised his hand to hit his teeth to release more spirits, and then used the extraordinary power of "Nightmare" to drag all the targets in front into the dream.

However, no matter how he beats his teeth, no spirit is released, and his extraordinary abilities related to "spirit" seem to disappear.

At the same time, a "nightmare" in the "Red Gloves" team was surprised to find that he could not drag people into the dream!

At this moment, in addition to the physical improvement brought about by the potion, their extraordinary abilities disappeared, and disappeared strangely.

"Leave here!" Eric gave the order in a low voice without hesitation.

This weird situation was something he had never encountered before, so he could only let the team evacuate first, and then select the seals to deal with it.

However, his feet and his team members did not move because of this, and it seems that they no longer obey the command of their own consciousness.

Eric bowed his head instinctively, looking down at his lower body, seeing that his legs were swollen, and his pants were about to crack.

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

He and his "Red Glove" team had not really reached the target, and they fell into a sober "nightmare" watching him dying and swollen and rotting hard to break free.

Just then, Eric's bloodshot eyes reflected a common palm, holding the handle and gently pulling it out.

哐 Dang!

The dark brown door of Room 403 closed again, separating Eric and his "Red Glove" squad from the creatures in the room.

They instantly recovered their grasp of their bodies, but their legs seemed to have suffered minor injuries. Whether they lifted their feet or bent their knees, it seemed a bit difficult.

Eric didn't care to check his injuries, and he set his sights on the closed palm and its owner.

It was a young man wearing a classic bowler hat and a black robe. He had ordinary features and made people unable to produce deep memories, and he would forget when he turned his head.

"I sincerely recommend that you go back now and leave the matter to the archbishop or senior deacon. Of course, you have another option, and that is to make a wish to me. I am a wandering magician called Merlin Hull. Moses is best at satisfying the wishes of others. "Klein spared no effort to persuade others to make a wish to himself.

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

Satisfaction ... Eric remembers the education he received while training in the temple:

Some high-sequence extraordinary people may be in the state of being detained and sealed. They will pretend to be magical items to satisfy your wishes to induce you to help him out of trouble. The corresponding examples are: a magic lamp that can satisfy three wishes and a wishing pool ...

Is this a high sequence extraordinary? But he didn't look like he was in captivity or a seal ... Eric glanced around for a few seconds, pondered for a few seconds, and tentatively asked:

"If we don't make a wish to you, wouldn't you solve the anomaly in the room?"

As soon as the words fell, he saw the wandering magician, who called himself Merlin Hermes, lost in thought, showing some distress.

A few seconds later, Klein raised his hand and stroked the top hat on his head, sighing with a smile:

"Even if you do not wish, I will try to solve it."

"... Do you need to read your name or real name to make a wish?" Eric asked after exchanging glances with the players.

Klein shook his head:

"No, just say what you want."

It doesn't make a mysterious connection ... Eric tempted, and said jokingly:

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

Kline sketched a smile and patted his palm:

"Your wish will be fulfilled."

Before Eric responded, he said with a smile:

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

"In general, my advice is ..."

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

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

During the flight of this glass ball, it constantly absorbed the surrounding light, blooming brilliant, pure, extreme sunlight, just like the same round of miniature sun.

The next second, Klein closed the door with his right palm, lest Eric's eyes couldn't bear it.

"My suggestion is to use a '1' grade seal in the field of" Sun "for covering purification." After finishing the sentence just now, Klein remembered the "variant sun emblem" behind Chanis Gate in Tingen. Although this is only a "3" class seal, as long as it is given enough time, it can solve the decaying creatures inside.

Eric was about to say that we had a similar seal, but had no chance to use it, and saw Mr. Merlin Hermes reopening the door of Room 403.

The six figures in it have evaporated out of thin air, different extraordinary characteristics are slowly condensing, and the original cold and foul odor is completely melted by the feeling of warmth and coyness.

"Resolved?" Eric asked hesitantly.

Klein smiled and shook his head:

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

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

Eric immediately responded:

"He calls himself John, an astronomy enthusiast, and likes to study the sky with a special telescope at night."

Studying the stars ... Klein walked into the room calmly, commanding casually:

"You search here for clues that may exist."

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

He nodded to the members of his squad and motioned them to do as instructed.

And he was still behind Klein, providing both help and necessary precautions.

Klein ignored him, glanced up, and approached the delicate astronomical telescope, then bent down, and moved his eyes toward the port.

This could be dangerous ... Eric had intended to remind, but thought that the person and level displayed by the other party were quite high, and he closed his mouth again.

At this time, Klein saw through the astronomical telescope a bright and dreamy dark night sky, and each star there was flickering slightly.

Suddenly, his vision was occupied by a huge eye.

This eye seemed to be directly attached to the lens at the other end of the astronomical telescope, with a grayish white background and a pale yellow pupil, and the internal blood vessels swelled, leaking the nauseous translucent pus.