In the exhibition hall displaying Roselle's Diary, two members of the " Machinery Hivemind " team suddenly heard a click.
They both turned their heads and looked at the Sealed Artifact, which resembled a set of building blocks, on the glass display case.
Inside the scaled-down model of the museum's first floor, a gray dot is constantly flashing.
"There's a lifeless object in the nearest restroom," one of the team members made a definitive judgment.
Another team member relaxed slightly, frowned, and said in a guessing tone:
"Dried leaves blown in by the wind?"
"Possibly." The first team member nodded. "Have the passing security personnel check it out and confirm the situation. The captain told us to stay here and not leave no matter what happens, especially not alone."
In the most urgent situation, they can take Roselle's Diary with them when they evacuate.
"Okay." His companion had no objection.
In the office area on the second floor of the museum, Klein, like Levitation ghost, passed through wall after wall, flying towards the top of the restored study.
However, he didn't fly too fast, constantly sensing the Kindling below and calculating the distance.
When the straight-line length between the two points approached 30 meters, he raised his illusory, transparent right hand and silently snapped his fingers.
In the washroom on the first floor, the box of matches suddenly burst open with a soft boom.
Immediately afterwards, crimson flames shot up, igniting the tissues, the potted plants, and the wooden partition door.
The raging fire has not yet spread, but its intensity is astonishing.
Security personnel nearby who heard the noise immediately rushed to the location. Meanwhile, in the exhibition hall monitoring the entire first floor, two members of the " Machinery Hivemind " team also saw the flames inside the "model" and instinctively went there to try to extinguish the fire and apprehend the person causing the chaos.
However, they stopped after running only two steps, remembering their captain's instructions:
No matter what happens, do not leave this exhibition hall, do not leave Roselle's Diary!
They exchanged a glance, warily eyeing the two entrances to the exhibition hall, and quietly drew their own extraordinary weapons.
As Beyonder of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, they never lacked equipment.
At that moment, Max Livermore, also noticed the commotion and rushed towards the exhibition hall where Roselle's Diary was located without thinking.
Ensuring the safety of your belongings is a higher priority than catching the intruder!
Moreover, Max believed that no matter what the other party's purpose was, once they entered the first floor of this house affected by the Sealed Artifact and went into the various exhibition halls, it wouldn't be so easy for them to leave!
If there's a lack of help outside, the infiltrator might even be trapped here and die!
Even with help, it still takes a considerable amount of time to break the effect.
"Once you're inside, you'll be prey caught in a trap!" Max Livermore ran quickly through the exhibition halls until he finally spotted his two companions.
Meanwhile, on the second floor of the museum, Klein, based on the layout he remembered, passed through the doors and walls and arrived directly above the restored study.
He didn't rush into any further action, but instead glanced down at the ground below.
Because the stone slab was relatively thick, Klein couldn't vaguely confirm whether there was an aura or emotional color beneath it. He could only spread his arms, fall forward, and silently lie on the ground.
His ethereal, transparent figure quickly blurred and merged into the floor.
Suddenly, an almost invisible, indistinct human face appeared on the ceiling of the first-floor apartment, where a huge crystal chandelier hung.
This eerie face looked down at the exhibition hall, its eyes constantly moving, taking in every scene in every corner of the area.
No Beyonder, no security personnel... Klein muttered, his figure suddenly piercing through the ceiling, landing in front of Roselle's glass-covered desk in a semi-flying, semi-rapid descent.
He glanced at it, and without hesitation, reached out with both hands to grab the bookmark inside the "creative manuscript" and the bookmark that looked like a child's doodle.
He did this to prevent powerful Beyonder from using miraculous means to rewind time, so he wanted to appear unaware of which bookmark was unusual, making it impossible for investigators to suspect "Miss Justice " who had only touched one bookmark.
The spirit, blessed by the Azik Copper Whistle, passed through the glass dome with slight hesitation, steadily grasped the two bookmarks, and then enveloped them within its body.
Having completed this step, Klein felt much more at ease, no longer experiencing any obvious anxiety or tension.
He reached out his hands again and grabbed at other bookmarks.
Wow! Wow! Wow!
A loud and piercing cry from a newborn baby suddenly echoed throughout the exhibition hall.
It was so ethereal, as if it came from a very, very far place.
Klein's body suddenly stiffened, as if lake water had encountered extremely low temperatures and frozen instantly.
Even in his spirit form, he seemed frozen in place!
Wow! Wow! Wow!
Accompanying the baby's cries were thin black slits that surrounded Klein like discontinuous iron fences.
In an instant, a thin black slit split open, revealing a bloodshot eyeball with a deep pupil in the center, where tiny white worms, as thin as hair, were constantly wriggling and crawling.
One, two, three... The black slits opened one after another, and one after another, strange eyeballs appeared in mid-air. They were densely packed, coldly and mercilessly watching Klein.
With their appearance, everything around them froze, and even illusory spirits could not penetrate them.
Klein could hardly sense the existence of the Spirit World, could hardly see the various transparent figures of different shapes high above, and could hardly see the clear light of different colors that contained a wealth of knowledge.
"Why did you only take the bookmark?" A soft but emotionless female voice reached Klein's ears.
He stood frozen in place, and in front of him was a tall bookshelf with two levels, almost reaching the ceiling, with stairs and passageways surrounding the books.
At the very top of the steps sat a figure shrouded in darkness.
The figure, clad in black leather boots, dangled its feet, leaning against the wooden staircase, suspended in mid-air.
I hadn't even noticed her presence... Was she a powerful being from the " Machinery Hivemind " realm? No, perhaps High-Sequence powerhouse! In the blink of an eye, Klein didn't answer, but narrowed his eyes slightly.
Why did you only take bookmarks? How did you know you should take bookmarks?
The figure asked again, this time with a hint of severity in his gentle tone. The bloodshot eyes around him rapidly expanded, seemingly trying to fill the entire space.
Before she could finish speaking, a wide smile suddenly appeared on Klein's face, which was covered in oil paint.
His ethereal, almost transparent figure vanished in an instant, disappearing without a trace!
Even the Azik Copper Whistle and the two bookmarks that were encasing his spirit body disappeared!
Above the Gray Fog, inside the majestic and ancient palace.
Klein's figure suddenly appeared at the head of the mottled long table.
He leaned back in his chair and chuckled softly.
Luckily, I was prepared.
His spiritual state is not due to any extraordinary ability he possesses, nor does it stem from the transformation between his physical and spiritual forms. Rather, it is a product of his own self-summoning and self-responding rituals.
The power of this ritual originates from this mysterious space above the Gray Fog, from its unique nature!
Therefore, once Klein succeeds, he won't need to attempt to escape at all. He can simply end the summoning, return to the Gray Fog, and then instantly return to his physical body in the real world!
Because this space above the Gray Fog can isolate the power of gods such as the " Eternal Blazing Sun True Creator," Klein believes that the summoning will not be interrupted without divine interference!
As long as the other party doesn't kill his spirit body immediately or knock him unconscious, Klein is confident he can escape!
This is why he didn't want to travel such a long distance after becoming a spirit; the interval was too long and there were too many variables.
The pale, dark crimson Moonlight shone through the window, and the woman sitting at the top of a step among the bookshelves silently gazed at the desk in front of her, at the spot where Klein had once stood. The cries of the babies and the eyeballs around her had disappeared.
After an unknown amount of time, the top of the stairs suddenly became empty, as if no one had ever been there.
Inside the exhibition hall where Roselle's Diary is kept, Max Livermore said to the two team members:
"You guys guard this place, I'm going to find the infiltrator."
"He's definitely still trapped somewhere on the first floor by the power of the Sealed Artifact!"
As he spoke, he glanced at the Sealed Artifact and the "model" on the first floor of the museum, trying to find the red dot belonging to the intruder and quickly pinpoint their location.
But no matter how much he looked and counted, something still didn't seem right.
The number of people hasn't increased at all!
"This..." Max Livermore froze on the spot.
18 King's Avenue, in the storage room of a wealthy businessman.
Klein's eyes regained their sparkle, and the corners of his mouth slowly turned up.
He left the bookmark and Azik Copper Whistle on the Gray Fog, saving time as they returned to his body.
After extinguishing the candles and ending the ceremony, Klein cleaned up the scene, using a specially prepared potion to neutralize the scents of the Holy Night Powder and the essential oils and hydrosols from the ceremony.
Having done all this, he dispelled the Wall of Spirituality, letting the sudden gust of wind disperse the remaining traces.
Then, he took out the " Master Key " and tried to pass through the houses to reach a distant place to catch a horse-drawn carriage.
Using his cane to determine his direction, lest he get lost and return to the Kingdom Museum or arrive at a certain church, Klein began to move quickly, constantly using the " Master Key " to Door Opening and walls.
He walked in a straight line for a while, and suddenly he became unsure of his own position.
Hmm... two more houses and I'll be out. If I'm no longer on King's Avenue, I'll find a horse-drawn carriage, or maybe I should do another Divination? I'll study the " Card of Blasphemy " as soon as I get home! Klein quickly made a decision, pressed the brass-colored, antique-looking key against the wall, and gently turned it.
The invisible ripples spread out, and he arrived at the building next to the townhouse.
At that moment, he twitched his nose and smelled a strong odor of blood.
A strong smell of blood! Klein frowned, looked up, and saw a woman lying on her back in the living room ahead.
The woman's expression was one of deep pain; she had a large wound on her abdomen, and it appeared that all her internal organs were missing.
At the same time, Klein heard the sound of "hohoho".