Tingen City West Borough, Tussock River Inside a house painted grey-blue on the west bank.
The whole house seemed to be in the depths of winter, with the temperature at least ten degrees lower than the outdoor temperature. An irregular breeze passed through the hall, blowing the curtains covering the windows, letting a ray of dim sunlight into the room, and shyly covering the curtains, returning the room to darkness.
In the center of the first floor of the house, where the restaurant was originally, there is a round table. On the table is a statue of a god carved from white bones. It is about 30 centimeters tall. It looks like a beautiful woman, but the outline of her face is blurred, and her long hair falls to her ankles. It becomes clearer and thicker as it goes down, like venomous snakes hanging.
Roughly made puppets are densely placed around the statue, with only a vague outline of the shape carved out. There are strips of paper on them, with various identity information written on them in red ink.
Two mysterious men, one tall and one short, were wearing black robes and hoods covering their heads. They were standing next to the altar, reciting obscure incantations in a low voice.
"Bang——"
The three candles placed in an inverted triangle on the altar were burning Yellow-Green Flame. The brightness suddenly increased, causing the light and shadow in the room to change, and the dark wind blew.
The shorter of the two relaxed his shoulders, as if he breathed a sigh of relief, walked backward away from the altar, returned to the door, then turned around and opened the door and walked out.
In the corridor, the cold wind blew endlessly, and the curtains covering the windows blocked out the sunlight, leaving the entire first floor in darkness.
But the man in black robes seemed to have no regard for the darkness in his eyes. He avoided the invisible and transparent figure wandering in the corridor and walked along the wooden stairs to the second floor.
The temperature here is closer to the outside temperature than on the first floor. The man in black robe lowered his head and silently returned to his bedroom, closed the door, took off his hood, and hung the black robe on the hat rack, revealing a close-fitting gray and white dress.
"He" turned out to be a young, beautiful woman.
Her facial features alone did not look exquisite, but when combined, they had an attractive quality. After taking off her black robe, she walked to the dressing table, sat in front of the makeup mirror, stared at her appearance in the mirror, and became stunned.
There are various cosmetic boxes on the dressing table, as well as a silver mirror that looks a little old, so that the mirror surface is rubbed so hard that the reflection is almost invisible.
When the woman was immersed in her own beauty, the silver mirror flashed a strange bright red light, attracting her attention like a dazzling alarm in the lightless room.
Immediately, a trace of blood seeped out of the mirror and flowed along the edge onto the table.
The relaxed and gentle woman's face immediately darkened. She jumped up from the stool, hurried to the window, carefully opened a corner of the curtain, and looked out.
"Yes, this is the house."
Klein sat by the carriage window, staring out the window at a two-story house with gray-blue exterior walls about 200 meters away, and said in a positive tone.
Leonard nodded and did not ask the driver to stop. The three Nighthawks sat quietly in the carriage as if they had not noticed anything.
It wasn't until the carriage continued to move forward for a while that the house was almost invisible, then Angel stopped the carriage and walked out of the carriage first.
Leonard followed closely behind, leaving only Klein still in the car.
This is the countermeasure they have discussed long ago. If they successfully find the target building, Klein, who has the worst frontal combat capability, will take a carriage back to Zouteland Street and notify the captain to come for support.
Angel and Leonard stayed nearby, monitoring the building used as an altar.
Standing next to the car door, Klein looked down at his two teammates and pursed his lips. He suddenly regretted his choice of "Seer", so that he could only take a back seat in every battle.
With a thought in his mind, he took out the copper penny that had been used for divination several times today, bounced it into the air with a thud, and performed a quick divination.
"Oh, what did our 'Seer' gain?"
Seeing that Klein was going to perform divination at this time, Leonard couldn't help laughing.
"You will all live well today."
"Seer" Klein looked at the coin in his hand, raised the corner of his mouth, and told the result of his divination.
Sun has gradually sunk into the horizon. On the facade of the two-story building not far away, the sunlight is gradually disappearing from bottom to top, making the sterile garden look even more eerie.
Although this house is classified in West Borough of Tingen City, it is actually close to the suburbs. There are a few single-family houses sparsely scattered around it. Farther away are the wheat fields waiting for Harvest. Tussock River on the other side has been shrouded in darkness.
Angel squatted beside the low fence on the roadside, resisting the urge to open Spirit Vision and observe the house. He only stared at the building a hundred meters away with his naked eyes, looking at it with the door closed and the curtain behind the window.
"Be careful, don't use Spirit Vision. I saw a Nighthawks abuse Spirit Vision in Enmat Harbor, and he lay in bed for a whole day before he recovered."
Seeing that Leonard Mitchell beside her was eager to try, she quickly reminded her.
"Don't worry, it's still far away, and the ceremony probably hasn't been completed yet, otherwise the area of influence wouldn't be limited to this small building and the nearby garden."
Leonard seems to have a deep understanding of such evil rituals and answered without looking back.
"Really?"
Angel thought about it and decided not to take the risk of using Spirit Vision to observe. Her Spirit Vision could only roughly distinguish whether an object had Spirituality attached to it. However, even if the building in front of her looked at it directly, she could clearly feel the extraordinary power surging through it.
Leonard squinted and observed for a while, but couldn't see anything special, so he closed Spirit Vision and moved closer to Angel.
"Who do you think it will be inside? A 'Witch' of Sequence 7, or...Madam Sharon?"
Does he mean Sequence 6 like Madam Sharon?
"I don't know, but if it's just Sequence 7's Beyonder, he shouldn't dare to commit such a big case, right? Let nearly a hundred people die early, just to take their extra lives and use them as sacrifices..."
"That's hard to say. Sometimes, the more people just enter the Beyonder road and don't understand anything, the easier it is for them to act boldly and do surprising things."
"You seem to know these things very well. When you analyzed the case before, your understanding of the curse ritual was beyond the scope of Nighthawks's knowledge. Is this what you call 'speciality'?"
Angel looked at the "Midnight Poet" crouching next to him. His short black hair was swaying in the breeze by the river, and his eyes were shining with green light in the gradually entering night environment.
Hearing Angel's question, he pretended to be handsome and wiped his black hair with his hand, raised the corner of his mouth, and replied, "Yes, you can understand it this way, just like you and Klein are special. According to the words in Adventure Novel, the protagonists have appeared, and the wheels of history have begun to roll forward."
"... The mud on your hands got into your hair."
Seeing the "protagonist of the novel" Leonard hurriedly dusting his hair, Angel turned away his head with a smile on his lips.