I Am Breaking the Dimensional Wall In the Lord of Mysteries

Putting away the red crystal pendant, the red-haired lady who did not forget to take out the iron box and threw a candy into her mouth shook her head lightly: Captain officer, there is no danger.

Lewis, who raised his black-rimmed glasses, nodded and said, Okay, but be careful.

He walked towards the gloomy farm house in the distance, and Martha complained softly: You don't believe my divination.

Sure enough, he is a 'divinator', and he took the same path as my fellow traveler. At this time, Xifa's inspiration was touched, and he felt a gentle ripple like ripples flowing through the surrounding space.

Afterwards, the two big black-skinned dogs who had been barking happily fell asleep at the same time.

Lewis, who had already walked near the two black dogs, turned around and gestured for everyone to pass.

When he came to the farm house, Old Cook opened his throat and shouted, Ain, are you there? Open the door, I have something to tell you.

Called three times in a row, but no one answered in the house, but a horse neighed suddenly from behind the farmhouse, Lewis' expression changed, and he rushed out with Jeffrey, and the two rushed to the back of the farmhouse. There were also gunshots.

After a while, they came back, and Lewis frowned, which made the forehead lines on his forehead more obvious: Someone ran away on a horse, Jeffrey, can you see what he looks like?

Jeffrey, who had a pale complexion and half a store discount leaflet popped out of his pocket, shook his head and said, I didn't see it clearly.

Lewis looked towards the gate: Jeffrey and I go in first, you wait outside the gate.

Xifa was worried that there would be danger, so he whispered to Old Cook: You go back to the car.

Even Martha produced a revolver, the other two inspectors, Lewis used a black revolver, and Geoffrey produced a short stick with patterns and symbols on the surface.

The two men came to the door and exchanged glances, and Jeffrey lifted his foot and kicked hard. Although he was slightly shorter than his colleagues, he had amazing strength. The whole wooden door fell off the frame and fell heavily on the ground, shaking up a cloud of dust.

Xifa looked in through the gate, and the light inside was dim, but with the sharp vision of the 'Hunter', he still saw two groups of dark shadows sitting on the chair.

At the same time, he smelled a smell like a dead mouse. The bad smell made Xifa frowned, and at the same time he knew that the owner of the house was in danger.

At this time, there was a fluttering sound in the house, and the two groups of black human figures spread out, and they turned out to be crows with red eyes and black feathers!

I don't know how many crows circled and screamed in the room, and then flew away from the door, window and other places leading to the outside world.

Goddess, why are there so many crows? Martha turned pale, and patted her shoulders, letting one or two black feathers fall off her shoulders, for fear of getting bad luck.

Looking into the house again, Xifa suddenly felt a stomachache and almost vomited his breakfast.

There were two corpses in the room, one was an elderly man and the other was a young woman, sitting with their heads down on chairs.

The two bodies were clad in modest clothing, which is now in a torn state, exposing the body beneath the clothing.

The corpse was full of rotting flesh and rotten skin, large and small pieces of meat fell all over the floor, and maggots wriggled and infested in those pitted body parts.

Reminiscent of the large number of crows attached to the two corpses just now, Xifa knew that those birds were pecking at the corpses just now, and his face became even uglier.

Martha next to her was already retching, and her eyes were wet from vomiting. Xifa quickly took out a handkerchief and handed it to her, thinking that the work of official staff is not easy.

It's been more than 48 hours since they died, and their remaining spirituality can't be found, and it probably has dissipated. Jeffrey seemed to be very good at the field of corpses and death. He made a quick judgment and took out a transparent glass vial, which contained It's some dark green liquid.

He unscrewed the bottle cap, wiped the mouth of the bottle on his nose, and handed it to Lewis.

The inspector, who was covering his nose with his hand, put his hand down after smelling the smell of the liquid in the bottle.

Jeffrey gave the small glass bottle to Cifer and Martha. When the bottle mouth appeared in front of his eyes, Cifer smelled the mixed smell of mint leaves and tobacco.

This smell made him cough a few times, but it resisted the strong body odor emanating from the room, at least he would not feel sick to his stomach, and Martha no longer vomited.

In the house, Lewis found some curtains, covered them over the body, and went upstairs.

After a while, the inspector's voice came from above: Jeffrey, Martha, come up.

Cifer followed the two officers upstairs, but was told to stop when Martha walked into a room together.

Sifa, who was staying in the corridor, heard a low cry in the room, followed by a deliberately low voice, and the door was closed by someone who didn't know.

With the ear power of the 'hunter', Xifa heard the words of 'evil ritual', 'puppet', 'hidden organization' and so on.

At this time, he was attracted by a false door in front of him.

Xifa took out the snake-scale revolver, moved silently, and opened the door cautiously.

Inside the door is a bedroom, on the bed by the left window, the quilt is messy. There is a table by the window sill, a pen is placed on the table, and a notebook is dropped under the table.

The narrow room was clear at a glance, and after confirming that there was no suspicious person hiding, Xifa put away the revolver, walked into the bedroom, and picked up the notebook that fell on the floor.

It turned out to be a diary.

He turned to the first page, which recorded the following content in neat handwriting.

On March 18th, I finally landed. Damn sea journey, I will never take a boat again in my life. But I must thank this journey. Prove that I am the one favored by the gods!

March 21, thanks to this small town, thanks to these ignorant farmers in the town, especially the fool old Ain, he has believed what I said, and believes that I can make his mentally retarded daughter live a happy life. Normal life. Haha, time to try the advice Mr. 'Haymock' gave me.

March 29th, it's amazing! Mr. Haymock's suggestion really worked. I modified the prayer mantra according to the information he provided, and got a response from the gods all at once. Follett, wait for me, When I come back to Oravi Island, you just wait to kiss my shoes hahahaha.

On April 5th, through the breath given by the gods, Saila was successfully pregnant. She was pregnant with an important child. Old Ain was so happy, this idiot

Seeing this, Xifa's heart sank. He knew that Saila was the daughter of old Ian, and judging from the contents of the diary, her pregnancy was related to the breath bestowed by the so-called gods, rather than natural conception.

So, what is the god that the owner of the diary believes in?

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In addition, the Mrs. Doris in the previous article, I found that it has the same name as a character living in Bay City in the original book, so I changed it to Paris. Sorry for the inconvenience.