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White feathers?

Klein looked at the grave without bones, and Horan thought of a word:

"angel!"

In the classics of the Seven Great Churches, there are legends of angels and saints. One of the characteristics of the former is that there are two pairs, two pairs, three pairs, and even six pairs of white pure wings.

However, in the blink of an eye, Klein remembered another story:

Mr. Azick once described his dreams to him and described the dreams of life like a world.

One of the scenes is in the dark mausoleum, with many open coffins next to it, and a coffin with a white feather behind it!

Is this a special manifestation of the "death" approach, or is it a strange phenomenon made by the spiritual group? Klein didn't open his mouth, convulsed all kinds of emotions, and calmly looked at the white feathers on the bottom of the tomb that were stained with light butter.

He preliminarily judged that the old gentleman would not be an angel, because the horror of the sequence 2 or even the sequence 1 will definitely have a strong influence on the surrounding. For example, the "Saint Ash" behind the Tunis Gate in Tingen City will extend. A dark, cold line of invisible black is used to seal the people and things around.

Of course, maybe he didn't really die... like Mr. Azick? Klein bent down and picked up three white feathers with his right palm in black gloves.

- After he plans to go home, he will go to the fog to make a divination.

At this time, Coptic slowed down and even climbed to the side of Klein, looking at the grave road with fear:

"What about the body?"

Klein looked at him sideways and said:

"Maybe, he left."

"I am leaving..." Copstead repeated it in horror, fully recognizing how terrible the wake of the deceased was.

He shook his legs and said to himself:

"But, but I didn't use him for him and use the resurrection ceremony for him."

Klein turned his body and watched him for a few seconds:

"Death is not the end."

"Death is not the end... Death is not the end..." Copstead was scared by the idea he believed in. He asked, "He, will he come back?"

Well, the messenger summoned by the copper whistle, the big probability corresponds to the old gentleman. That is to say, giving the note to the messenger is equivalent to sending a letter to the old gentleman, sending a letter to a person who has died for almost half a year. ... Oh, I don’t know where he is going now, in what state... For Copthorne’s question, Klein gave an understatement:

"Don't blow that copper whistle again."

"You mean, the copper whistle will attract him back?" Copthorne frightened and asked.

Not waiting for Klein to answer, he asked himself:

"You, can you throw this copper whistle into the Tsock River for me?"

"If not, then, then I will go by myself."

Have you not been interested in the corresponding philosophy of death before? Klein groaned and reached for the copper whistle belonging to Copthorne.

He intends to try to send a letter to the dead to see what happens when the conditions are right.

Of course, the premise of all this is that he is not too dangerous.

After telling Copstead to re-burial the tomb, Klein and him exchanged a "spiritual dance" and corresponding occult knowledge, enriched their own knowledge, and asked the old gentleman who was buried in Copstead. At the time, according to the will of the other party, let the body face down.

In some special cases, it is more effective and simpler to replace some of the ritual magic with "spiritual dance". When the purpose is achieved, Klein warns Copstead that he should stop playing the so-called Resurrection ceremony.

Then he left the street from the garden and took a carriage to the east for a long distance.

After replacing the previous clothes, he returned to Minsk Street and entered the bedroom. After a series of operations, he brought three white feathers and Coptic's copper whistle to the fog.

Sitting on the high back chair belonging to the fool, Klein has a paper pen and writes a divination statement that he has long thought of:

"It's the origin."

Then he held the three white feathers and leaned back against the back of the chair.

In the meditation, Klein entered the dream, surrounded by fascination, gray and rich.

In such a heaven and earth, there is a dark, dark darkness. Suddenly, the darkness is stained with blushing colors, and a pale hand reveals a tan of mud.

A figure slowly climbed up. He did not open the slate, stirred the soil, but penetrated like that.

Under the blush of the moonlight, the clothes behind the figure were ragged and had a white feather.

This has a white-haired silhouette with a slight side, revealing the obvious erythema of the face, as well as the sturdy, dull, unaffected eyes.

It took a step, struggling to penetrate the fence, going deeper into the black, going further and further, until it disappeared.

The dream was broken and Klein woke up.

The white feathers really grow behind the body... It’s very similar to Miss Sharon, but there are obvious differences, giving people a heavy, substantial and unreal feeling... it seems to be in the human body and the spirit Semi-naturally incomplete transformation? Communicating the real world and the messenger of the spiritual world? Klein reached out and tapped the edge of the long table and meditated for a while.

Then, he was divined and now using the Copthorne copper whistle to send a letter is dangerous, got a positive answer, and the swing of the spirit swing is very large and fast.

"Unfortunately, there is no way to use the copper whistle directly on the fog. The messenger can't get in, otherwise there is no danger..." Klein fell into the fog and returned to the real world after talking to himself.

............

In the early morning, the relatively fresh woods of Queens.

The face is round, and the 30-year-old pharmacist appears in a secluded corner, and the secretly planted herbs are included in the carry-on bag.

After completing today's mission, he straightened his waist and moved to the body, silently saying to himself:

“Sure enough, the physical quality has improved, and it is no longer as resistant to toxins as before.”

“But...why is my sequence 8 a 'tamer'? What does this have to do with ‘pharmacist?’

“Well, pharmacists are domesticated and use plants and parts of animals that have lost their lives. The animal trainer is domesticated and uses living animals, including extraordinary creatures?”

"Then my sequence 7 will be able to domesticate and use humans?"

"The old man didn't tell me the name of the sequence 7, nor gave me a recipe. When I stabilized, I have to try to contact him."

The pharmacist punches and kicks, adapts to the strong body, until he is too tired to stop moving.

In the middle of a breath, he began to think about a serious question:

That is how the animal trainer should play?

"The animal trainer... What should I do? Looking for animals to be domesticated?" In the pharmacist's shackles, suddenly there was some induction and looked at the artificial lake.

There is a golden retriever dog running there cheerfully.

Seemingly aware of his sight, the Golden Retriever dog hurriedly looked over and looked over.

The line of sight collided in mid-air, and the golden-haired big dog slammed, and immediately turned to the engine, and the smoke disappeared.

............

Inside the luxury villa of Earl Hall.

Su Shi returned to the piano room and squatted at Audrey's feet, vomiting her tongue and panting.

When the blonde girl played a song, it was afraid to say:

"Audrey, I met a terrible guy."

"His eyes are terrible!"

"Yes? What does he want to do to you?" Audrey asked curiously and with concern.

Su Shi seriously thought: "I don't know. In short, he is very dangerous. This is my instinct."

"What does he look like?" Audrey considered whether to let the guards and attendants at home warn the man.

"I didn't see it clearly, I feel, I feel that he is my natural enemy!" Su Shi answered in a serious way.

Your natural enemy? Dogs nemesis? Audrey reveals a reserved smile:

"Su Shi, you haven't been to the woods recently."

"Wang, Audrey, you just didn't feel good? I heard it from your piano voice." Su Shi asked.

Audrey sighed gently:

"Well... I just received the news from Glylint, and Fols and Hugh told me that the party tonight was cancelled. I was going to exchange for extraordinary materials."

And try to contact the psychological alchemists... she silently added a sentence in her heart.

"Why?" Su Shi asked.

Audrey thought and answered:

"It is said to be the impact of the serial killing."

............

On Saturday morning, Beckland’s air was as bad as usual.

Klein is trying to make a kind of pasta that he loves when he was a child. For this reason, he bought high-quality flour, added water and sugar, and turned it into a thin "paper."

Then he poured oil into the pot and wetted the surface.

After the heat, he picked up some noodles with a spoon and poured them to the side of the pot, which was very thin.

In the nourishing voice, he spread a few pancakes, and the flavor of the flour gradually spread out.

Waiting for the same, he uncovered the soft, doughy crepes one by one, put them in the dish, and added water to make the remaining material a batter.

Just after holding the bread and "stumble" back to the restaurant, Klein couldn't wait to tear down the piece and stuff it into the entrance.

The pizza has only a rich wheat scent and a sweet taste that stimulates appetite. It is simple, simple, but very delicious.

It’s the taste in memory... Klein is eating fast, taking a batter from time to time.

Just when he ate almost the same and began to slow down, the doorbell suddenly sounded, and the sound of jingle kept echoing.

New commission? Klein took off the napkin, wiped his hand, and got up to the door.

He has not yet grasped the handle, and the image of the visitor naturally appears in his mind.

It was a middle-aged gentleman with a white face, a thin face and a temperament.

That is the private detective Essinger Stanton who can get the police invitation!

What did he come to me for? Klein wondered to open the door and smiled and asked:

"Good morning, Mr. Stanton, is there anything?"

Essinger took off the half-high silk hat and smiled and said:

"Good morning, Mr. Moriarty, I want to cooperate with you. I think that you are a good detective. I used to find the East Byron Dock and I found the dock union."

"Cooperation?" Klein did not hide his own sorrow.

Essinger ordered a black cane and replied in a loud voice:

"Find the murderer of the recent serial killings."

"The police have given a reward of 2,000 pounds."