Chapter 94

Cole beckoned them to obey the arrangement.

Light a cigarette and look at the horror doll covered by his coat.

According to the centuries old urban legend of Newcastle.

The murderer in the mirror who only hears his voice but doesn't see his person often likes to use this technique to create bleeding "works of art".

But legends are legends after all.

Lack of strong evidence, so we can only guess.

In addition.

Cole thinks there is another possibility.

There is more than one murderer in the mirror. In other words, compared with living people, the "they" existing in the abnormal world are more like a collection of vague supernatural forces.

It is not the material world, the entity killer of the abstract human personality.

Cult?

Hell evil god?

Or

This 200 year old unsolved case is like an iron cage shrouded in layers of black cloth. No one can assert it until the fog is solved.

Now there's another tricky thing.

Although Cole now has the characteristics of etheric perception and etheric reconstruction.

But there is no way to start with the so-called "world in the mirror".

Within the scope of mystics, the material world and the abnormal world except for specific intersections.

Do not interfere with each other.

Like two parallel lines.

In the world of ghost street, he can rely on sleeping, or close to a sleeping person, use the nimosanne lantern and enter the dream world.

In Newcastle.

In the absence of effective media and channels, even with the nimosan lantern, Cole can hardly touch the abnormal world.

The smile in the rearview mirror when I was driving.

Until now, Cole can't be sure whether it really happened or his illusion.

If you see the supernatural power of the world in the mirror.

With his keen perception of the abnormal world, he must be aware of something.

Unfortunately, there is nothing unusual except the rotten smell.

Think of it here.

But hardy came back with a shoe and gene panting. He said in a hurry, "boss, we found this in the back garden of Gerhard's house.

It looks like the one on Carl's foot. "

When Hendrick heard the sound, he hurried over, took his shoes in his hand, and frowned.

After a long silence, he said, "if it's Hugo, maybe it's his prank, but if it's Carl... It's broken!"

Drop this sentence.

Completely ignoring the cars running on the street, he ran all the way across the street, took his shoes and shouted the names of Carl and Hugo.

Unfortunately, no one answered except the strange eyes cast by passers-by.

"Asshole..."

Hardy stood beside Cole, swallowing his saliva with an unbelievable look, "boss... Should not, those two guys were under our eyes..."

Gene said in a very positive tone, "the same situation happened when the gray wolf action team investigated in Newcastle on June 13, 1717.

Therefore, the possibility that Carl and Hugo were taken away by the murderer in the mirror cannot be ruled out. "

Vera seemed to know the shy boy for the first day and looked at him in surprise, "really?"

Hardy wrapped his coat tightly.

"Gene can never forget, Miss Vera."

Four people walked across the road.

Hendrick put his shoes on the windowsill and said to Cole, "if this is a prank, I will definitely report it to the trial court and punish them severely!

Think this is your own back garden?! bastard.

Next time... "

Cole frowned and motioned him not to speak.

Under the strange gaze of everyone.

Push open the door and walk quickly back to the yard.

Stand by a flower, look up at the sky, and then bend down to grab a handful of soil.

"Hardy, that shoe, you found it here?"

The little man nodded and said, "yes, that's where you're standing now, boss... Did you find anything?"

Be silent for a moment.

Cole told a fact that changed everyone's face.

"That thing came just now."

Hardy smiled reluctantly and said, "this kind of joke is not at all..."

Hendrick hurried over, glanced at the soil in Cole's hand, and said with a very serious expression, "Mr. Cole walker, as the captain of the operation, you have to be responsible for what you said.

Are you really sure that thing came? "

Tell Hardy to bring a cup and put the soil in it.

Cole said, "as I told you earlier, the city is shrouded in floating death and decay. When you get close to the house, the smell suddenly becomes very strong.

The position where I am standing now is the place with the strongest smell, but it has been weakening. "

While talking.

Under the more shocked gaze of the people, Cole took out the nimosan lantern out of thin air.

It's like magic.

Almost surprised their chins.

"Boss, you... How did you do it?"

Cole said coldly, "come and stand by my side. Don't move without my command, okay?"

Hendrick didn't say much and leaned against Cole.

Others came one after another.

When the smell is about to dissipate.

Cole pulled the air valve and pointed to the "observer's eye" mark.

The next moment.

A very tall man with a skull and sheep's head, dressed in black robes, one holding a sickle and the other holding a hook and lock, shaped like the vague figure of the messenger of death.

Like a reflection on the fluctuating water.

He flashed away under the eyes of everyone.

later.

The orange light of the wick quickly faded, and the air valve bounced back to its original position.

For a while.

The atmosphere in the backyard fell into an extremely repressive silence.

being at a loss what to do.

Finally hardy broke the dead silence.

"Is that... The murderer in the mirror?"

Hendrick looked pale and couldn't say a word.

Only gene held his chest in both hands, frowned tightly and whispered, "skeleton goat... Black robe... Paradise lost in death?"

After confirmation.

Looked up, said as like as two peas. "Captain, if I remember correctly, there is an ancient poem and description of the dress. The two are the same.

The original text is... "

He didn't say anything.

Hendrick covered his mouth and warned, "this is Newcastle, gene. You must not read the original text.

Just know it yourself. "

Let go of your hand, gene said, "all right."

In this strange and unspeakable situation for the first time, villa pretended to be calm and said, "but what should we do next? Report it to the headquarters, or..."

Gene seemed to think of something again.

about to speak , but saying nothing.

Hendrick saw his submissive appearance and said helplessly, "if you have anything to say, as long as you don't read the original poem."

Seizing the brown curly hair in front of his forehead, he seemed very nervous. Gene tried to calm his fear and said, "everyone, there is one thing about the poem of death and paradise lost.

If the poems are true, I think we may not be able to leave Newcastle alive. "