Chapter: 117
Klein felt nauseous for a while. Unable to restrain the impact of the stench any longer, he bowed down and vomited.
vomit! vomit!
Klein squatted there, vomiting uncontrollably. Because he didn't eat breakfast, he quickly vomited up his inventory.
At this time, a small tin-colored square pot that looked like a cigarette box appeared in front of his eyes.
The mouth that lost the cork exudes a mixed smell similar to tobacco, disinfectant, mint leaves, etc., which makes Klein's nose suddenly choke, and his whole body is refreshed.
The strong stench still lingered around, but Klein no longer felt nauseated, and the vomiting soon stopped.
He followed the small tin-colored square pot upwards, saw a pale hand that didn't look like a living person, saw the sleeve of the black windbreaker, and saw "Corpse Collector" Frye with a cold and gloomy temperament.
"Thank you." Klein recovered completely, put his hands on his knees, and stood up again.
Frye nodded without expression: "Just get used to it."
He plugged the mouth of the small tin pot, put it in his pocket, turned around and walked towards the highly decomposed old woman's corpse, and started the inspection without wearing gloves, while Dunn Smith and Lun Nader Mitchell was walking around the room, touching the desktop and newspapers from time to time.
Old Neil held his nose, stood outside the door, and complained in a low voice: "It's disgusting, I have to apply for a subsidy this month!"
Dunn turned his head, touched the wall ash next to the fireplace with his right hand wearing a black glove, and looked at Klein and asked, "Is this place familiar?"
Klein held his breath and sketched the appearance of his silver pocket watch in his mind, calming down his mind and body.
He who was already in the state of spiritual vision immediately had a different feeling, and a picture from the deepest part of his memory suddenly flashed before his eyes:
Fireplace, rocking chair, table, newspaper, rusty iron nails on the door, tin cans inlaid with silver...
The picture is dark and dark, like a documentary on Earth, but more blurred and unreal.
It quickly overlapped with everything Klein saw in front of him, and the feeling of deja vu and the feeling of having been here clearly appeared, and the illusory and erratic scream came through the invisible barrier again: "Honakis...Freguera... ...Honages...Freguera...Honages...Freguera...'
"A little bit familiar." Klein replied truthfully. His head felt a little tingly, so he quickly tapped twice between his brows.
Hornacis... the Hornacis mountain range that appeared in the diary of the original owner?
That is the content deciphered from the notebooks of the Antigonus family...
The whispering just now is very similar to the one before, both involving the term Hornakis... Is this a temptation?
Klein was taken aback in horror, and he didn't dare to think deeply, fearing that he would step into an out-of-control track.
Dun En nodded slightly, walked to the front of the cabinet, stretched out his hand suddenly, and opened the upper wooden door.
The bread inside was covered with mold, and beside it were seven or eight gray mice with stiff fur.
"Leonard, go downstairs to find the patrolling policeman and find out what's going on here." Dunn ordered the team members.
"Okay." Leonard turned and left the room.
Dunn immediately opened the doors of the two bedrooms and searched carefully.
After he confirmed that there were no clues or notes from the Antigonus family, "Corpse Collector" Frye straightened his waist and legs, wiped his hands with the white handkerchief he carried, and said, "Dead for more than 5 days, with no external injuries, and no injuries." The obvious impact caused by extraordinary power, the specific reason must wait for further examination."
"Did you find anything?" Dunn turned to look at Old Neil and Klein.
The two who had already left the state of spiritual vision shook their heads at the same time. JrNovels.com
vomit! vomit!
Klein squatted there, vomiting uncontrollably. Because he didn't eat breakfast, he quickly vomited up his inventory.
At this time, a small tin-colored square pot that looked like a cigarette box appeared in front of his eyes.
The mouth that lost the cork exudes a mixed smell similar to tobacco, disinfectant, mint leaves, etc., which makes Klein's nose suddenly choke, and his whole body is refreshed.
The strong stench still lingered around, but Klein no longer felt nauseated, and the vomiting soon stopped.
He followed the small tin-colored square pot upwards, saw a pale hand that didn't look like a living person, saw the sleeve of the black windbreaker, and saw "Corpse Collector" Frye with a cold and gloomy temperament.
"Thank you." Klein recovered completely, put his hands on his knees, and stood up again.
Frye nodded without expression: "Just get used to it."
He plugged the mouth of the small tin pot, put it in his pocket, turned around and walked towards the highly decomposed old woman's corpse, and started the inspection without wearing gloves, while Dunn Smith and Lun Nader Mitchell was walking around the room, touching the desktop and newspapers from time to time.
Old Neil held his nose, stood outside the door, and complained in a low voice: "It's disgusting, I have to apply for a subsidy this month!"
Dunn turned his head, touched the wall ash next to the fireplace with his right hand wearing a black glove, and looked at Klein and asked, "Is this place familiar?"
Klein held his breath and sketched the appearance of his silver pocket watch in his mind, calming down his mind and body.
He who was already in the state of spiritual vision immediately had a different feeling, and a picture from the deepest part of his memory suddenly flashed before his eyes:
Fireplace, rocking chair, table, newspaper, rusty iron nails on the door, tin cans inlaid with silver...
The picture is dark and dark, like a documentary on Earth, but more blurred and unreal.
It quickly overlapped with everything Klein saw in front of him, and the feeling of deja vu and the feeling of having been here clearly appeared, and the illusory and erratic scream came through the invisible barrier again: "Honakis...Freguera... ...Honages...Freguera...Honages...Freguera...'
"A little bit familiar." Klein replied truthfully. His head felt a little tingly, so he quickly tapped twice between his brows.
Hornacis... the Hornacis mountain range that appeared in the diary of the original owner?
That is the content deciphered from the notebooks of the Antigonus family...
The whispering just now is very similar to the one before, both involving the term Hornakis... Is this a temptation?
Klein was taken aback in horror, and he didn't dare to think deeply, fearing that he would step into an out-of-control track.
Dun En nodded slightly, walked to the front of the cabinet, stretched out his hand suddenly, and opened the upper wooden door.
The bread inside was covered with mold, and beside it were seven or eight gray mice with stiff fur.
"Leonard, go downstairs to find the patrolling policeman and find out what's going on here." Dunn ordered the team members.
"Okay." Leonard turned and left the room.
Dunn immediately opened the doors of the two bedrooms and searched carefully.
After he confirmed that there were no clues or notes from the Antigonus family, "Corpse Collector" Frye straightened his waist and legs, wiped his hands with the white handkerchief he carried, and said, "Dead for more than 5 days, with no external injuries, and no injuries." The obvious impact caused by extraordinary power, the specific reason must wait for further examination."
"Did you find anything?" Dunn turned to look at Old Neil and Klein.
The two who had already left the state of spiritual vision shook their heads at the same time. JrNovels.com
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