"It seems that my guess is correct. There are other dangerous things hidden in the house."
Joseph raised his hand and waved, and his body became unreal quickly and slowly. The three-story house not far away was suddenly shrouded in darkness. At a glance, it seemed like a terrifying scene from many folklore stories.
"Elena, monitor changes in the environment at all times." Frank instructed. He took two quick steps, his black robe whirred, and disappeared in an instant.
He followed Joseph closely, using the power of shadow to penetrate in. As soon as he entered the room, he was almost overcome by the stench that hit his face.
"Captain, it's winter now. Is this corpse odor not normal?"
"It's not corpse odor. The smell of rotting corpses is not mixed with the scent of rosemary. It's more like the smell emitted by some unknown plant."
Joseph frowned slightly, took out a black pipe from his pocket and put it in his mouth, sketching mysterious symbols in his mind and entering a semi-meditative state.
call......
The black pipe puffed, igniting a crimson flame, then quickly extinguished, leaving wisps of white smoke floating in the air.
He took a sharp puff, letting the surrounding spirits spurt out through the round mouth of the pipe, and let them move with him, sealing his mouth and nose.
This is a "filter" created through special supernatural power and combined with spiritual herbs to prevent abnormal smells floating in the air.
Long-term rich experience told Joseph that if it is not clear whether other toxins are mixed, it may affect the subsequent investigation or even the encounter.
"The filtering snoring time is 5 minutes. It can isolate extraordinary powers below the medium sequence, especially toxins, hallucinogens, and pollution. Search and investigate at this time."
"Understood Captain."
Frank stretched out his hands and took off the black hood on his head. In the dim environment, an old face covered with wrinkles was revealed. He took out a large-caliber revolver engraved with curly grass patterns from his pocket and several crimson rounds. The colored bullets rotated at the fingertips, as agile as an elf.
Joseph nodded slightly, and immediately used the shadow properties to wrap the two of them, quietly bypassing the coffee tables, benches, tables and chairs displayed nearby, and quickly extended up the wooden stairs to the second floor.
With the blessing of the black shadow, the two of them almost didn't have to walk. They walked directly along the handrail. After walking several steps in succession, they arrived at the door. Frank pushed open the door to the second floor. The scenery inside suddenly made the two of them quiet for a few seconds. .
The whole room was in a mess, as if it hadn't been cleaned for months. The walls were covered with large spider webs. Uneaten jams, fruits and other food were scattered on the floor, and they had already turned black and deteriorated.
"Captain, look."
Frank stretched out his arm and pointed to the corner not far away, where there was a gray marble fireplace. An elm rocking chair was placed on the left, and a naked woman was sitting on it with her head lowered, rocking constantly.
Her chest was abnormally enlarged, and her skin was covered in purple-black spots. Maggots or parasites covered with joints crawled in and out of her mouth, nose, and thighs.
"It's a corpse, a rotting corpse." Frank said with a condensed expression.
He didn't feel nauseated at all, but wanted to go over immediately to check the state of the corpse.
Joseph stretched out his right hand from his pocket, and the black shadow slowly passed through the door and entered the room, quickly covering the corners along the floor, but it did not attach to the body.
"Including her, which body is it now?" Joseph turned his head and asked.
"Counting the files sent from the police station, this is the sixth naked corpse." Frank tapped his eyebrows, and his green eyes suddenly turned gray. In his spiritual vision, he saw the inner cavity of the naked corpse. It is surrounded by a group of green, twisted, and squirming unknown organs.
"Captain, there is something in the naked body's chest, but I don't recognize it."
Click, click!
With a slight noise, the mandible of the naked corpse suddenly fell off and fell to the ground. A cluster of maggots quickly crawled from the rotten meat to the floor, leaving a few yellow-brown traces.
A strong stench lingered around, and Joseph seemed to be able to isolate the smell. He took out a black iron cigarette box from his pocket and moved towards the naked body.
He started to examine the decomposed naked corpse's chest without wearing gloves. He kept touching it skillfully. After about 5 seconds, a small bulge suddenly appeared on both breasts. The pustule was squirming and twisting, as if trying to break free.
"Frank, alert!"
"Understood Captain."
Frank's robes waved, and the wooden door behind him seemed to be pulled by an unknown force. It quickly closed and closed with a snap. A silver-white large-caliber revolver immediately appeared in his hand, with its rifling aimed at the chest of the naked corpse.
Chichi—chichi!
A rat-like sound rang out from his abdomen. Joseph turned his wrist, and the shadow shaped like a giant snake, instantly wrapped around the body, and pulled out the wriggling pustule, including the skin and flesh, from the chest cavity.
Poof——
Black and purple blood mixed with foul-smelling pus splashed out and sprayed on the wall. A wound the size of a bowl was pulled out on the chest. It was dark inside, and countless maggots could be vaguely seen squirming inside.
Joseph dispersed the blood that had evaporated and splashed onto his body, and turned his head to look at the thing wrapped in shadow.
It was like a ball of wool, a ball of wool kneaded into a ball with black threads. The surface of the ball was covered with many wriggling meridians, which rapidly changed the shape of certain male or female organs.
Joseph frowned slightly. He quickly stuffed the ball into the iron cigarette box, then sealed it with a spiritual package, put it in his pocket, turned around and walked towards Frank and said:
"One minute to restore the incident!"
Frank nodded, and immediately took out a few tinkling small glass bottles from the secret pocket of his black classical robe. They contained white, red, or black powder, which kept emitting sporadic glimmers.
He unscrewed the bottle caps, poured the powders in several bottles into his hands in a certain order, mixed them evenly, and finally threw them into the surrounding corners.
Immediately afterwards, a strong and pungent smell evaporated, even covering up the stench in the air. An indescribable, invisible, and extremely ancient breath filled the void, forming a special spiritual film that enveloped the surroundings. The environment quickly covers the imprint, just like the state of the house before it was imprinted.
This is the Gravedigger Path, the extraordinary power possessed by Sequence 2 archaeologists, recovery!
The underlying logic is to use the power of spiritual herbal powder to extract and restore what happened within a certain range to get the answers you want. The process is like an archaeologist repairing damaged cultural relics.
Frank half-closed his eyes, moved his mouth, and recited an ancient and complicated mantra:
"Jade Spirit Flower, you are the herb of ancient prophecy..."
"Baby Leaf Clover, you are the herb in the rubbing field..."
"Gudra, you are the herb that symbolizes the past. I pray, I expect, I yearn for, the blessings of the ancient way..."
Woo! A sudden dark wind came in through the window, blowing up the powder in the surrounding corners and forming a swirling vortex.
Joseph did not destroy the active spiritual powder around him, but instead wrapped himself in shadow, patrolled along the wall, and finally walked to a cupboard, stretched out his hand, and opened the wooden door above.
There were various seasonings inside, as well as a piece of bacon and a few slices of black bread.
The bacon was rotten and maggoted, and the black bread was covered with mold and covered with unknown green sprouts. Next to it were several gray downy rats, with many sprouts sprouting from their bellies.
"Animals, plants..." Joseph looked at it for a few seconds. He did not touch it with his hands, but turned away from the kitchen cabinet and returned to the original position.
A minute passed in a blink of an eye, and suddenly, Frank's eyes opened, and they were dark.
He quickly took out an absorbent pen from his waist, turned around and took a stack of scrap newspapers on the table, swung the pen twice with his hand, and began to draw, his wrinkled fingers moving very fast, even moving the the whole body.
Joseph stared and saw a black three-story building painted on the newspaper. In the compartment of the third-floor room, stood a woman with dark blue eyes, a high nose bridge, and flat cheekbones.
Frank's arm began to twitch unnaturally, and he wrote the first line of ancient Hermetic words under the portrait:
"He came from darkness and gave birth to the world..."
Snap!
Joseph controlled the shadows and instantly knocked down the pen in Frank's hand, looking sharply at the first word written on the newspaper, the third person referent used to refer to "gods".
"Captain, I just..."
Frank woke up suddenly, his eyes widened, blood-red meridians covering his entire eyeball, as if he had glimpsed something extremely terrifying, so much so that his whole arm twitched unconsciously.
"Shh!"
Joseph stared at Frank with his gray-blue eyes, shook his head, and motioned for him to close his mouth, stop talking, and don't mention a single word.
"I understand, Captain" Frank, whose arm quickly returned to normal, nodded.
He put down the newspaper, put away the pen, slowly walked around the corner, and blew a breath. The invisible power released by the spiritual powder immediately dissipated and turned into a breeze.
"Praise the Crimson, praise my Lord." Frank connected a symbol on his chest that symbolized sleep and the Crimson Lord.
"Retreat, the extraordinary nature involved in the incident is no longer something we can handle."
Joseph put his hands into his pockets, the darkness was released from the soles of his feet, and his figure became illusive.
"Captain, should I go back and guard the underground necropolis for three days?"
Frank asked subconsciously, still vividly remembering Besik's horrific experience, and in the end he still wanted to avoid this situation from happening.
"No, not 3 days, but 3 weeks. Make sure you listen to the Crimson Bible 5 times in church every day, at least 5 times."
"Okay...okay."
As soon as he finished speaking, just as the figure completely disappeared, Joseph suddenly heard a knock on the door from outside the house.
