"We are guardians, and a group of poor people who are always fighting against danger and madness."

Dunn's words echoed in Old Neil's house, among the corroded floors, walls, and ceilings, and echoed in Klein's mind and heart.

There has never been a moment before that can make him more impressed by that sentence than now.

He felt that he might never forget this feeling for the rest of his life, even if he returned to Earth in the future.

In the almost frozen atmosphere, Dunn walked towards Old Neil's "corpse", squatted down, took out a white handkerchief from the upper side pocket of the black windbreaker, and covered the pair of dark red, crystal, and painful on the eyeballs.

At this moment, out of the corner of Klein's eye, he saw that the keys of the piano stopped jumping on their own, and a nearly transparent figure vaguely appeared there.

This... Klein, who had activated his Spirit Vision outside the door, froze for a moment.

He hadn't even noticed this strange "spirit" before!

Was it disturbed by Old Neil's spirit, or was he affected by his own ability after losing control? Klein watched the nearly invisible figure evaporate quickly, completely disappearing from his eyes, and vaguely understood something.

In the heavy and depressed feeling, he heard the captain order: "You search Old Neil's house carefully, looking for possible clues."

"Okay." As soon as Klein opened his mouth, he was stunned by his own voice for a few seconds. It was so hoarse and deep, as if he had a bad cold.

"Okay." Luo Yao replied aloud.

Her voice is in the same condition as mine... Both nostrils are blocked... Klein glanced at this female teammate who had never expressed any expression, as if he was meeting her for the first time.

He put his cane on the umbrella stand in the hallway, bypassed the sealed item "3-0611", walked into the living room with heavy steps, and went up to the second floor, looking for clues from bedroom to bedroom.

Old Neil would regularly hire short-term workers to clean up the room, so there was no clutter typical of most bachelors here, everything was neat and orderly, and there seemed to be a real hostess.

Half an hour later, Klein found some manuscripts on the bookshelf of Old Neil's bedroom. Some strange and weird rituals were messily recorded on them: "Formation of life."

"The materials needed include: 100ml of spring water from the Spirit Spring (Golden Spring on Sonia Island), 50 grams of star crystals, half a pound of gold, 5 grams of phlogiston, 30 grams of hematite...and a lot of blood from living people."

Under the blood of living people, Old Neil commented: "I can consider extracting my own, accumulating it one at a time, and using ritual magic to preserve it."

I can consider drawing my own... Klein closed his eyes, crumpling the draft with his fingers.

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At nine o'clock in the morning on Thursday, at moon time, Raphael's cemetery.

Klein stood quietly in a corner of the cemetery, wearing a pure black formal suit and shirt, holding a silver cane.

In his breast pocket was a neatly folded white handkerchief, and in his palm was a solemn and serene deep sleep flower.

At this moment, Dunn, Frye, Leonard, and Kenley carried the black coffin containing Old Neil's "corpse" to the front of the tombstone step by step, and silently put it into the dug grave.

Seeing the shovel-by-shovel of yellow-brown soil covering the ground, Rosanne, who was wearing a long black dress and white flowers on her head, sobbed softly: "Who can tell me, is this all true?"

"Why do you have to lose control, why do you need to take potions, why do you need to become a superhuman, why do you have resentful souls, why do you need monsters, why can't there be a safer way, why, why, why..."

Klein listened silently until Old Neil's coffin was covered with mud, until all traces of his existence were buried deep in the tomb.

"May the goddess bless you." He drew a crimson moon on his chest, then stepped forward, bent down and placed the bouquet of deep sleep flowers in his hand in front of the tombstone.

"May the goddess bless you." Dunn, Frye and the others tapped their chests clockwise four times at the same time.

Klein raised his head, straightened his waist, and saw the black and white photo on the tombstone: JrNovels.com