Lord of Secrets [Latest Chapters]

From what Nar said, Ubbemo guessed that what he found should be the Babylonian Code. This mysterious code finally revealed a corner of it, which came from the era before the end of the wandering catastrophe, that is, the second era.

In the scriptures, the first era was when the Creator created the world.

When He fell, the night was born, and His eyes formed the sun and the moon; the elves were His hair, the giants were His arms, and the evil spirits were His filth; His breath became storms and thunder, and His soul formed knowledge; and His head turned into the Garden of Eden, with only light and no night; the rest of His flesh and blood turned into land and sea, giving birth to life.

The next second era was when humans were born in the Garden of Eden, the evil gods invaded the Garden of Eden, and the righteous gods were born…

Anyway, Ubbemo didn’t believe it.

According to some of the information, Ubbemo knew that Nar’s era was only more than 100 years away from the end of the wandering catastrophe, and he would say “that was a glorious era”. At that time, their number should not be too large and their technology was backward.

Could it be that the Babylon Code is the item that the Saint Tatian family is looking for… Ubemo suddenly thought that this possibility is very high.

At this time, Ubemo thought of his father Samuel and the strange Babylon Code. In Ubemo’s memory, the Babylon Code appeared beside him normally at that time, and it was when he was praying to Yonghui Chiri.

Ubemo suddenly had a guess that Yonghui Chiri was attracted by the Babylon Code, and the Babylon Code was in the ruins of the Saint Tatian family. Samuel might not know where he got the news and came here for this purpose.

This is a conspiracy. Who dared to plot against Yonghui Chiri, and succeeded… Although Ubemo was frightened by this crazy idea, he still couldn’t help thinking about it.

Gradually, he began to calm down.

“Gallat Tatai, no! It’s Galat Saint Tatai!” Ubermo muttered, trying to find out the location of the ruins from the notes and parchment, but unfortunately he only knew that it was nearby.

Without getting more information for the time being, Ubermo decided to focus on this case first. Maybe Galat is not dead, and he can get more information.

Ubermo muttered in his heart:

“The dream weaver who controls miracles;”

“The mysterious star traveler in the mist;”

“The glorious master of the virtual star sea.”

Immediately entered into meditation, sat on a huge chair to communicate with the colorful stars, and a mysterious door with mist and dim stars appeared in the real world, sending the two items to the hall of the virtual star sea.

All afternoon, Ubermo wandered around the town of Igu. He was not only looking for clues, but also collecting intelligence. The ability to “spy” depends on external interference and the information he has learned.

So even if he met a stranger, he would take a glance at him, so that there would be this imprint in the depths of his memory. Even if he couldn’t think of it, it didn’t matter, as long as he knew it before.

At 5 pm, Wubeimo came to a pub, found a quiet place, and asked for a glass of 2 soles of Solang wine.

Picking up the transparent glass and taking a few sips, Wubeimo immediately used “peeping”, and a torrent of information surged in his mind. After a moment, Wubeimo only came to one conclusion: the murderer was an old man.

Recalling the picture he saw through the blood before, Wubeimo thought of the difference:

The clear part of the picture happened to be the arm holding the iron pipe knife. The other party’s arm was covered by human skin, which looked a little thick and a little yellow, which was consistent with the description of being slightly fat in the information.

Another point is that the other party was originally a little fat. It can be judged that he slightly straightened his back and stuffed the filler into his arms. In normal state, his height should be only about 170, and he is a slightly hunchbacked old man.

There should be no interference, so next, we should look for people who meet the information nearby. Unfortunately, we should not meet them in the afternoon. As an old man, he usually does not go out. Next, we should be a voyeur… Wubeimo complained, swallowed the last sip of Sulang wine, and was about to leave when he saw a muscular man coming over.

“Boy, if you can’t drink, don’t drink. You are not a man! Men should drink like this!” After saying that, he picked up a large glass of Lizim wine on a seat next to him, and drank it in one gulp. The slightly red Lizim wine splashed out, like spitting blood.

“This is a man, how about it? I teach you how to drink, should you show some expression?” He said in a deep and rich voice.

Is this a scam… Wubeimo complained in his heart and was about to punch him. At this time, he saw that the middle-aged man who was robbed of the wine was a little bit upset. He looked at Wubeimo’s arms, showing a trace of greed, then frowned and left immediately.

The muscular man also noticed the other party’s inappropriate behavior. In his opinion, this was a provocation. If he didn’t pay after drinking, would he be asked to pay for it himself?

He immediately stepped forward to stop the other party. The middle-aged man with a mustache pushed the muscular man hard. Although the muscular man did not retreat, he lost his balance and fell to the ground, breaking the table, wine glasses and chairs beside him.

The middle-aged man took the opportunity to leave, and Ubemo did not stop him.

What is he doing in my arms? There should be charms, revolvers and banknotes in my arms. There is nothing else except these. He wouldn’t think that I have a lot of money in them… Ubermo looked at the leaving figure and touched the bulging ones. coat.

At this time, the big man stood up, and the waiter came over. Another waiter walked inside, probably to find the boss.

“Dirk, how should we calculate these?” the handsome waiter said looking at the big man in front of him.

“Haha, of course I will pay for this!” He touched his butt and said.

Immediately he looked at Ubermo and said angrily: “Boy, how do you think I should compensate for this?”

Ubermo put the 2 soli banknote under his cup, then slowly stepped forward, held his shoulders, controlled the other person’s arms, making it difficult for him to move, and slowly lifted him up. With a livid face, he said calmly: “How do you think I should compensate?”

With a “bang”, the big man fell down, and his butt “kissed” the ground again. He didn’t dare to speak as he watched Ubermo leave.

…

The security situation in Igu Town is a bit chaotic… After complaining, Ubermo planned to investigate in the evening. Fortunately, he told Haider in advance not to prepare dinner today.

After finding a restaurant, Ubermo started to patrol after eating. He searched more than a hundred households in one night, but found no suitable person.

Ubermo immediately came to the police station, but unfortunately he did not see Kahn. He must have gone out on a mission. Ubermo immediately said to one of the police officers: “When Officer Kahn comes back, tell him that the murderer should be a Elderly people are usually around 1.7 meters tall.”

As for the red eyes, Ubermore is a little unsure, because there are not many people with red eyes, and it is easy to identify the suspect. However, since they have not been found yet, they know that this may be a disguise or a special condition.

“Ah?” The police officer with black hair and brown eyes was stunned for a moment, and then replied: “Do you want me to pass it to Kahn?”

“Yeah! Tell him, I’m going back to Bai Feng City first!” Ubermo replied.

“Okay!” the police officer replied.

When Ubermo left, the police officer repeated: “Old man, about 1.7 meters tall.”

…

After returning home, Ubermo washed up and went to bed. He had to go to class tomorrow morning.

After returning from Fidley Girls’ School, Ubermore finished his lunch and then went to Deir’s Red Leaf Manor to see if there was any movement from the other party.

Ubermo was very careful and controlled the “image” to observe the villa. After observing it for an hour, he found that there was nothing strange about the other party, so he probably didn’t care about Ubermo anymore.

Immediately, Ubermore sighed, left Deir Red Leaf Manor, walked around for a while and then took a carriage to the train station.

20 minutes later, Ubermo arrived at the small town of Igu, and then took a carriage to the police station.

At this time, just in time to see Kahn walking out of the police station, Ubermo asked: “Did you gain anything?”

“No, the clues you provided only narrowed the scope, and we don’t know whether they are true or false. Further monitoring is needed,” Kahn replied.

“And recently, some ordinary people in Igu Town accidentally became involved in mysterious and out-of-control situations, or extraordinary people who were originally hiding in the dark were trying to make a move. However, they were quickly dealt with, but it will still take up some police resources.”

Ubermo nodded, and then said: “I’ve already told you the clues. I think the police station’s files will make it easier to identify the suspect. If you need my help, you can go to Han Kao Hotel. I plan to stay there in the next few days. ”

“At the same time, investigate the matter of Garat.”

Ubermore confessed.

Hearing this, Kahn nodded, and then said: “There are indeed some points in the matter of Garat.”

“Okay, I’m going to handle the case first!”

After saying that, Kahn left.

At this time, Ubermo saw the middle-aged man with brown hair and black eyes who was in the steam train before. He walked into the police station with a sad expression.

Ubermo glanced at it without any desire to investigate further, and left immediately. He had already booked a room yesterday, and now he planned to go to Galate’s house to take a look.

After another search, Ubermore found some signs of someone tampering with it.

“Who could it be?”

Ubermore left the place a few minutes later.

Back at the Hankow Hotel, Ubermo received a letter from Kahn that he put into the room through the crack of the door:

“Mr. Belmode, please investigate the death case of Dirk on Shuixiang Street…”

It’s really the same line. Kahn has perfectly inherited Marcia’s tradition of finding things for you to do when you have nothing to do, but at least he is polite, “Mr. Belmode”… Ubermore complained and looked at the details of the case under the envelope. .