Part 2 The Faceless Man Chapter 155 – Out of the Box
Stone pillar after stone pillar supported the high vaulted ceiling of the ancient and majestic palace.
Crane sat at the top of the long bronze table, holding the translucent brown vial and examining it several times over, gaining no premonition of danger.
Beginning …… he materialized a pen and paper and wrote down the divination statement:
”Its origin.”
Placing the pen away and mentally preparing himself to take the brunt of the blow, Klein gazed at the paper and the vial of biotoxin and leaned back in his chair, meditating as he did so.
Soon, he entered a gray dreamscape and saw a dimly lit but spacious room.
The room was cluttered and }human with king cobras, black widow spiders, and other animals hanging in the room, and many strange plants.
A serious middle-aged man clad in a white lab coat stood in front of a long table in the very center, dropping things like snake guts and spider venom glands one after another into a large black iron pot hanging from the ceiling.
At the end of the day, he even put in a few items that had a strong spiritual luster, such as a lung-like object that sometimes dispersed into black gas and sometimes coalesced into a dark green entity, such as a tube of azure blue liquid, such as a fire-red eye ……
The air around the large black iron cauldron gradually became viscous, and they gathered towards the very center, yet they were constantly pushed away, making it difficult to do as they wished.
When the middle-aged man in a white coat saw this scene, his brows slowly wrinkled, his expression vaguely anxious.
He flipped through the black notebook laying beside him, and with a clench of his teeth, he slit his wrist with a ceremonial silver dagger.
A drop of brightly colored blood then fell into the black iron pot, which seemed to come to life all of a sudden, and violently erupted with terrifying suction, sucking in all of the viscous air around it, and sucking in all of the crimson that hadn’t quite left his wrist.
This was not all, no matter how the middle-aged man clad in a white coat struggled to resist, how his face showed fear, he could not be contained, his body moved closer to the iron pot.
His body was stretched, his head was compressed, and he was eaten a little bit by the iron pot in a miserable scream.
The specimens hanging around, the plants laid out, everything that could move, that could move, all flew into the iron pot.
A brown mist filled the room in a haze, flowing and swirling silently.
By the time it was all over, the entire room had become empty, leaving only the brown translucent vial lying quietly in the center empty space.
……
As the scene quickly faded and the ecstasy flew to pieces, Klein opened his eyes and muttered silently to himself:
”So the biotoxin vial was the product of a death-defying experiment.
”I thought it was a remarkable trait left behind by some runaway …… That way, the formula could be divined ……”
For Klein, the spirituality and extraordinary characteristics of the out-of-control person, as well as the spirituality and extraordinary characteristics contaminated by the Evil God, can be used to divine the formula, just like the “all-black eye” left behind by “Master of Secret Puppets” Rossago, which was due to the fact that he had the gray fog to isolate the connection, and this mysterious space to eliminate the negative aspects. This is because he has the gray mist to isolate the connection, this mysterious space to eliminate the negative impacts, there is a rich capital of death, of course, extraordinary characteristics mixed with too many additional factors, theoretically possible, but the probability of failure is extremely high, Klein is only upgraded to the “magician”, feel a little sure.
Similarly, seals formed directly from similar extraordinary characteristics can also be used to divine the formula of a magic potion.
However, if they were only used as the main material, and were only turned into magical items after craftsmen and other extraordinary people made them or through certain dangerous experiments, then Klein’s current level of divination could not do anything about it, not even with the enhancement of the mysterious space above the gray mist.
”Not bad, at least we don’t have to worry about other hidden dangers of the biotoxin vials ……” Klein glanced at the fangs of the “werewolf” and sensibly gave up his curiosity.
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In Queens, in the luxurious villa of the Earl of Hall, Audrey continued to study psychology.
Audrey continued to study psychology.
Beside her feet, Suzie, a big blonde dog, squatted there, her eyes gleaming, and from time to time she would wag her tail, seemingly enjoying herself very much.
Psychiatrist Yslante finished the introductory part and mentioned in a pretense:
”Actually, there is also this theory.
”It believes that human beings inherit certain consciousness from their ancestors, from past generations, thus forming the underlying logic of their own behavioral patterns; for example, many people, though they have never seen a poisonous snake, will instinctively feel afraid and want to avoid it whenever they encounter it.
”Why is this? This is the feeling that we inherited from the ancestors of human beings, latent in the deepest part of our consciousness; in ancient times, people constantly fought with venomous snakes, with all kinds of ferocious animals, and gradually engraved this memory in their consciousness and inherited it.”
”And how was it inherited?” Audrey asked with considerable interest.
Yslante, who had long hair to her waist, laughed:
”That’s a very good question.
”The explanation of certain people is that each person’s consciousness is actually connected and one at the lowest level, and the traces and characteristics left here affect the consciousness that is uniquely their own upwards.
”To draw an analogy, the lowest level of consciousness is like an infinite sea, and the unique consciousness of each of us is an island in the sea, where it can be divided into two parts, the more and more subconscious, hidden underwater, and the surface consciousness, which is revealed and usually perceptible, on the surface.
”That’s part of the theoretical basis of this school of psychology.”
Audrey glanced at Suzie and stroked the golden hair on its neck:
”So, we can utilize the sea of interconnectedness to influence other people’s consciousness, to achieve, to achieve the purpose of treating certain mental illnesses?”
Is this the occult roots and extraordinary ability of a “psychiatrist”? But it doesn’t seem to be enough, it’s still missing something, like the sky above you, the sky that covers everything? Audrey thought with a confused and curious expression.
”You sure are talented in that area!” Yslante praised in surprise, “But we can only affect that part of the sea around us, and through it then those close by, and it’s easy to lose yourself if you venture deeper, exploring the ‘oceans’.”
She looked up at the ornate and intricate wall clock on the wall and flashed a smile:
”Time’s up, that’s the end of today’s lesson, Ms. Audrey, if you’re interested in this genre of psychology, we’ll continue talking next time.”
”Okay.” Audrey got up and saluted.
As she watched the other party leave, she nodded thoughtfully:
Ms. Yslante doesn’t seem to be a real “psychiatrist”, but at most a “mind reader” like me. ……
Is that what she was talking about, the theoretical basis of the Psychic Alchemy Society?
They are really calm, why don’t they develop me to join the club……
Between Audrey’s thoughts, Susie said happily from the side:
”Audrey, I feel that she is the same person as us eh, no, the same dog, no, it’s not right either …… Woof!”
Susie, who had only a rudimentary grasp of human language, was instantly thrown into confusion, unable to find the exact words to describe her feelings.
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Bridge South, Moonflower Street, outside Harvest Church.
Doing his normal costume, Klein looked up at the Holy Emblem of Life on the outer wall, took his cane, mounted the steps and stepped through the gate.
The first thing he had to do was confirm the situation.
Only then could he perform better in order to skillfully rescue the vampire Emlyn White without arousing suspicion, and then, as the detective who had provided the clues, receive the thanks of the White family and the applause of the audience.
It would make for an interesting show.
The Harvest Church was not large, with only a prayer hall, and Klein found a seat against the aisle, removing his hat as he looked ahead.
Bishop Utrafsky was preaching, his height of over two meters twenty and his lanky physique that could not be concealed by his loose clerical robes gave a great sense of oppression.
However, his expression was unusually gentle, with praise and gratitude for life.
In front of such a “priest”, no one dared to clamor, and the small number of believers listened quietly, occasionally making the unique prayer gestures of the Church of Mother Goddess of the Earth.
Klein watched carefully and waited patiently, without arrogance or impatience.
As the sermon came to an end, he gripped his cane and prepared to rise for a follow-up.
Just at that moment, at the door that led to the room at the back of the church, a man dressed in the priestly robes of the Church of Mother Earth God entered.
He was twenty-eight or eighteen years old, with black hair and red pupils, a high nose and thin lips, handsome but not masculine enough, and was none other than Emlyn White.
Klein’s mouth opened a little bit, nearly unable to close it.
Wasn’t this guy supposed to be locked up in the basement?
Hadn’t he been yelling about standing up for his convictions and never conforming to Bishop Utrafsky’s ideas?
Emlyn White distributed things about communion to one believer after another, finally stopping in front of Klein.
Klein’s thoughts turned sharply, and at once he lowered his voice:
”You are Emlyn White, right? Your parents entrusted my friend to look for you.
”Why are you here? Has something happened to you? Do you need help?”
Emlyn White disappeared his rather characteristic condescension and said with a smile that was only a little better than crying:
”No, I’ll be home soon.”
He pursed his lips and shook his head in a forced smile:
”I’m already a follower, no, cleric, of the Mother Goddess.”
This answer was completely out of Klein’s expectation, making him momentarily at a loss as to how to respond, and he could only shout incoherently in his head:
”Hey, last time in the Harvest Church, you were still very adamant that you worshipped the moon and would never convert to Mother Goddess of the Earth, and it’s only been how long since then that you’ve succumbed?
”That’s too fast, isn’t it?
”Where is your persistence? Where are your modesty?
”My carefully prepared performance was forced to end before it even began ……
”This, this doesn’t follow common sense!”
Klein opened his mouth and suddenly realized something was wrong:
Why was Emlyn White telling me about proselytizing?
I’m just a detective who stumbled upon him while passing by. ……
He wanted me to pass it on to his parents?
Is there another meaning hidden here?
Just as Klein was guessing why, Emlyn White gathered his sorrow and smiled smugly:
”Mr. Detective, you don’t need to act.
”Or shall I call you the new master of the Master Key?
”Hey, to the noble blood, everyone smells different and will possess different blood traits, even if I was locked in the basement at the time, I smelled and remembered your scent.”