Linnard's whole body was wrapped in crystal dust. As he breathed, some of the escaped smoke and dust penetrated into his lungs, but it did not cause any discomfort. Instead, it gradually alleviated the tearing feeling in his soul.

This process lasted less than five seconds, and the soul dust transformed from the ghost of Linard's predecessor had been consumed, leaving behind a small handful of something crystal clear and salt-like in appearance.

Linnard felt as if he had stabilized from his floating state. His dizziness and sluggish thinking had improved a lot. Although he had not completely returned to normal, he would not faint immediately.

He lightly pressed his eyebrows, staggered and squatted down, picked up a handful of soul dust with his hand, and licked it with the tip of his tongue. He felt that his condition had recovered a lot, and then he no longer hesitated, picked up the dust with his hand, and opened his mouth to eat.

Down.

"Well... I feel much better. I have returned to the state when I first used the Ibon Codex, but this feeling of soul fragmentation still exists. It seems that just an ordinary ghost cannot make up for my soul."

He closed his eyes and carefully realized his own changes, and was keenly aware that he was still unable to think well. He felt that his soul was much weaker than before the time travel.

"It seems that if you want to completely make up for my soul problem, you have to think of ways in terms of quality and quantity." Linnard frowned, inexplicably feeling as if he had become a legendary devil, feeding on human souls.

"Unless absolutely necessary, you cannot suck the souls of ordinary people at will. Try to choose the souls of evil ghosts or people who have done evil. Judging from the arguments in previous lives, the soul energy of evil ghosts is generally stronger than that of weak living souls. When supplementing

The flaws in my soul should be able to provide greater help."

His eyebrows twitched, and he sat down on the ground. He just felt that it should be safe for the time being, and asked questions like: Why can't the outside world hear the noise here, is all this a conspiracy of the Quanli Sect, and was his death in the previous life man-made or an accident?

Just throw all the messy thoughts out of your mind.

"The sight of eating with your mouth and sucking with your nose is too ugly. You have to find another way." After experiencing a life-and-death struggle and the risk of his soul dissipating, Linnard chose to think about such issues to relieve his emotions.

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"Perhaps you can put these soul dust in a pipe and digest it by smoking the pipe." He thought of a good solution in his mind, and quickly recalled the display cabinet on the right side of the desk.

A pipe with fine wood grain and high quality materials.

Tobacco pipe...well, he has really become a detective. As a detective, he is involved in various murder cases, seeking to feed on evil spirits, and secretly investigating the truth. Thinking about it, it fits his current situation quite well.

Linnard stood up and looked at the burly man aside. The latter had lost consciousness and was looking ahead with a dull expression. Blood was constantly flowing from the corner of his mouth due to being torn, like a mentally retarded person.

"It went too smoothly... it went too smoothly, as if it was arranged." Linard subconsciously doubted everything, but he also realized that he currently had no ability to change the status quo and could only passively accept everything.

He stood up and walked to the display cabinet, opened the transparent glass and took out the fine pipe inside.

It can be seen that this is the beloved collection of his uncle Eisenhower. Although there are no traces of use, the shell is shiny and obviously maintained regularly. It is much more expensive than the old pipe used by himself in the mural. He must be reluctant to use it because he cherishes it.

Just like a collector, just looking at it is enough.

After getting the pipe, Lynard walked back to the desk, opened the cabinet on the right, and found two kerosene lighters inside. He took one and put it in his pocket, and began to think about where the tobacco should be placed.

He looked at the sofa, then walked over and opened the hidden cabinet on the right side of the sofa, and took out a small wooden box. A rich and dry tobacco smell hit his nostrils, and it was filled with a whole box of tobacco.

As an amateur writer, Lynard also had the habit of smoking in his previous life, and tried various products such as snuff, pipes, and electronic cigarettes. He skillfully pressed the tobacco into the pipe, sprinkled a small amount of soul dust, and lit the fire and took a puff.

, blowing out a stream of white smoke.

The feeling that the soul felt like soaking in a warm hot spring returned again. Confirming that this was effective, Linnard put the tobacco into the inner pocket of his close-fitting jacket, walked back to the chair where he sat when he first woke up, and took one bite after another.

Smoking a pipe.

"Now we have to deal with the first situation. Two people are dead here and one is crazy. How should we explain it to the police?"

He sighed deeply. It was really troublesome to not inherit the memory of the original owner after traveling through the secret passage.

At present, I can only judge the interior and exterior buildings of the room, and roughly understand that I should be in a world similar to Europe in the 20th century, but the technological progress seems to be far behind because I have not seen the large-scale use of electricity.

The process of this world should be similar to that of the last century. From the revolver, it can be inferred that there should be a lot of wars here. It should be before or after World War I, and the use of steel and gunpowder is very skillful.

The navigation industry is developed, and his body has obvious Asian ancestry, indicating that "Eurasia" has exchanges with each other. The name may have been changed, but it is obviously the same thing.

If this world is like what the burly man said just now, and even ordinary people have long accepted the existence of ghosts, and the church is so developed, then it means that there is likely to be supernatural power.

The reason for the backwardness of science and technology may be the influence of extraordinary power. Any civilization that attributes great power to itself will inhibit the development of science and technology and order, because the biggest beneficiaries of technological development are the weak, and the strong will inevitably be hostile to those who insist on developing science and technology.

people.

This point needs to be considered. If there are really extraordinary factors, then I will not be able to cover up everything that happened in the house in a short period of time. The method of tracing the source of the light, the method of interrogating the soul, or even directly finding someone to get into my head will not work.

It's not too difficult, if they think it's worth it.

The only good news now is that according to the conversation with the big man, he learned that he was in Lanzas, and the letter left by his uncle just now was sent to Rusca. It included a change of clothes in the suitcase and a suspected ticket stub.

Judging from the facts, my predecessor, Linnard, committed suicide under the influence of the cult not long after he arrived here. He had no friends, relatives, or lovers in the local area. He didn’t know anyone, so he didn’t know anyone he was familiar with.

Hidden dangers in getting along.

Since it looks like this, the previous idea of ​​burning down the detective agency and leaving the situation muddy can be overturned.

Linnard couldn't help but tap his temple with his right hand. After thinking for a long time, he felt his eyebrows beating again.

The best choice now is to report directly to the police or the Orthodox Church. After all, I have traveled to a more Western country. The treatment of human rights here must be similar to the previous life. As the owner of the house, I can directly kill the evil cultists late at night.

, it should make sense, and besides, this is originally a fact.

The only thing that needs to be considered is whether the Quanli Church is in the evil camp or the good camp in the eyes of others. If it is an officially recognized church in this world, then it will be in big trouble. And once this matter is reported, people from all over the world will

The next step for Neo-Confucianism to take revenge will certainly be a lot.

Thinking about this, he thought of a possibility, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

No, the world as a whole is still relatively harmonious. Even if there are ghosts and ghosts, there are still many people outside walking and relaxing after night, and there are also laughter in the family. If Quanlijiao is an orthodox religion, its consistent practice should be during the day.

After all, the crime scene should be able to control the police station. They are just recovering the bodies of suicides anyway, so why go out at night.

Moreover, reporting this matter directly to the police station would seemingly lead to retaliation from Quan Li Jiao. However, I could also apply for protection from the police station and be safe for a period of time. Instead of staying away and doubting the police, it would be better to exchange for precious

Develop opportunities, thoroughly understand the truth, and find ways to gain the power to protect yourself.

After all, if Quanlijiao was really that terrifying, they wouldn't hide their heads and tails in the dark.

Linard sorted out his current situation for a while, and felt that his eyes were gradually opening up, and there was no longer a sense of danger that was always in danger. He decided to rush to the police station at night to call the police. As he was thinking about it, he felt relaxed and slowly closed his eyes.
Chapter completed!