Chapter 321: Appearance of A Living Person

In the exhibition hall where Roselle's diary was kept, the two Machinery

Hivemind members suddenly heard a clatter.

At the same time, they turned their heads to look at the Sealed Artifact

made out of blocks above the glass display case.

Inside the scaled down model of the museum's first floor, there was a

gray dot that was constantly flashing.

"There's a lifeless object in the nearest washroom." One of the team

members made a definite judgment.

The other team member relaxed a little, frowned, and said in a guessing

tone, "A dead leaf blown in by the wind?"

"It's possible." The team member who spoke first nodded. "Let's wait

till the security guards pass by, we'll get them to check and confirm

the situation. Captain told us to stay here and not to leave no matter

what happens, especially not alone."

In the event of an urgent emergency, they could evacuate with Roselle's

notebook.

"Alright." His companion had no objection to his suggestion.

In the office area on the second floor of the museum, Klein was like a

floating ghost, passing through one wall after another and flying

directly above the restored study.

However, he didn't fly too fast. Instead, he continued to sense the fire

spark below and kept track of the distance.

When the straight-line distance reached almost thirty meters, he lifted

his illusory and translucent right hand and soundlessly snapped his

fingers.

In the washroom on the first floor, the box of matches exploded with a

soft bang.

Then, a scarlet flame leaped up and ignited a paper towel, a potted

plant, and the wooden door.

The flames didn't spread yet, but it was shocking enough.

The nearby security personnel who heard the noise immediately rushed

over. In the exhibition hall that was monitoring the entire situation on

the first floor, the two Machinery Hivemind members also saw the flames

in the model at the same time and subconsciously wanted to rush over

there. This was not only an attempt to extinguish the fire, but they

were also prepared to capture the troublemaker.

But the moment they took two steps, they stopped, having remembered

their Captain's orders:

*Don't leave this exhibition hall, don't leave Roselle's notebook,

regardless of the situation!*

They looked at each other, then they looked warily at the two entrances

to the hall before quietly taking out their own Beyonder weapons.

As Beyonders of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, they were

never lacking in equipment.

At this moment, Max Livermore was patrolling the various exhibition

halls on the first floor with a lantern in hand. He had also noticed the

commotion and, without thinking, rushed towards the direction of the

exhibition hall where Roselle's notebook was located.

The priority to ensure the safety of the items was higher than capturing

the intruder!

Moreover, Max believed that no matter what the other party's intentions

were, as long as they entered the first floor of the museum and entered

any of the halls, they would be under the effect of the Sealed Artifact,

and it wouldn't be easy to leave that easily!

If there was no external help, the infiltrator would be trapped inside!

Even if the intruder had a helper, it would still take them quite a bit

of time to get rid of the effects.

"Once you enter, you will be like prey that has fallen into a trap!" Max

Livermore ran at top speed. After passing through many exhibition halls,

he finally saw the silhouettes of his two companions.

At that moment, Klein, who was on the second floor of the museum, had

already passed through the doors and walls according to the layout in

his memory. He had arrived right above the restored study.

He was in no hurry to carry out any follow-up actions. Instead, he first

looked down.

As the stone floor was relatively thick, Klein was unable to vaguely

confirm if there were any auras or emotions beneath him. He could only

spread his arms wide, fall forward, and silently lie on the ground.

His illusory and transparent figure quickly faded into the ground.

On the crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling on the first floor, a

faintly discernible human face suddenly appeared.

The strange face overlooked the exhibition hall, its eyes constantly

moving, taking in the scenery of every corner in the area.

There are no Beyonders or security personnel... Mumbling to

himself, Klein penetrated the ceiling and descended in front of

Roselle's glass-covered desk.

He glanced at it, and without hesitation, he reached out with both hands

to grab the bookmark in the manuscript of creativity and the bookmark

which looked like child's graffiti.

He was trying to prevent a powerful Beyonder, who could reconstruct the

scene through magical means, from knowing that he knew which bookmark

was abnormal. This was to prevent the investigator from suspecting Miss

Justice who had only touched one bookmark.

Augmented by Azik's copper whistle, he passed through the glass case and

steadily held the two bookmarks, then he wrapped them within his spirit

body.

After finishing this step, Klein's heart calmed down, no longer having

any obvious nervousness or tension.

He stretched out his hands again, reaching out for the other bookmarks.

"Waaa! Waaa! Waaa!"

The loud and shrill cry of a baby suddenly reverberated within the

exhibition hall.

It was so illusory, as though it came from far, far away.

Klein's body stiffened, freezing all of a sudden like a lake

encountering extreme coldness.

In his spirit body state, he appeared to have been frozen!

"Waaa! Waaa! Waaa!"

Along with the cries of the baby were fine black rifts that surrounded

Klein like a discontinuous iron fence.

In the blink of an eye, one of the black rifts cracked open, revealing

an eyeball filled with blood strands. In the center of the eyeball was a

deep pupil, and in it, countless tiny white worms were crawling and

squirming.

One, two, three... Black rifts opened successively, and one by

one, the bizarre eyeballs were exposed in midair. They stared at Klein

in a cold and merciless manner.

As they appeared, everything around them froze in place. Even the

illusory spirits were unable to penetrate through them.

It even became hard for Klein to sense the existence of the spirit

world. He found it difficult to see the translucent figures that were

located infinitely high. He found it hard to see the different colors,

the lustrous splendors which contained various types of knowledge.

"Why did you only take the bookmarks?" A soft but unemotional female

voice entered Klein's ear.

He froze on the spot and saw a tall bookcase, divided into two levels.

The top level almost reached the ceiling, with a staircase and a passage

surrounding countless books.

At the top of the stairs sat a figure shrouded by the darkness.

The figure's feet, which wore black leather boots, hung from the wooden

stairs as they were suspended in midair.

*I actually didn't sense her existence at all... Is she some powerhouse

from the Machinery Hivemind? No, she might be a High-Sequence

Beyonder!* Klein didn't answer; instead, he narrowed his eyes.

"Why did you only take the bookmarks? Where did you learn to only take

the bookmarks?"

The figure asked once more. The gentleness had a hint of sternness, and

the bloodshot eyeballs surrounding him rapidly widened, as though they

wanted to occupy the entire space.

Before she could finish her sentence, Klein revealed a wide smile on his

face.

His illusory, nearly translucent figure instantly disappeared, leaving

his whereabouts unknown!

Even Azik's copper whistle and the two bookmarks which were wrapped in

his spirit body had vanished!

Above the gray fog, within the majestic ancient palace.

Klein's figure suddenly appeared at the top of the long, mottled table.

He leaned back into his chair and said with a chuckle, "Fortunately, I

was prepared."

The state of his spirit body wasn't part of his Beyonder powers. It

didn't originate from the transformation between his physical body and

spirit body. This was the result of him summoning himself and responding

to his ritual.

And the power of this ritual came from the mysterious space above the

gray fog. It stemmed from its special nature!

Hence, as long as Klein succeeded, he wouldn't even need to try to

escape. By just ending the summoning directly, he would be able to

return to the gray fog and, from here, instantly return to his physical

body in the real world!

As the space above the gray fog could block the power of deities like

the Eternal Blazing Sun and the True Creator, Klein believed that,

without the interference of deities, the summoning wouldn't be

interrupted!

As long as the enemy didn't kill his spirit body or instantly knock him

unconscious, Klein had the confidence to escape!

This was also the reason why he didn't want to become a spirit body and

still make a "long trek" over to the museum. The more time spent, added

even more variables.

As the faint and dark crimson moonlight shone in from the window, the

woman sitting at the top of the stairs between the bookshelves looked at

the desk in silence. She looked at the spot where Klein had been. The

surrounding cries of the baby and the eyeballs had disappeared one after

another.

After an unknown period of time, the top of the stairs suddenly became

empty, as if no one had ever been there before.

In the exhibition hall which housed Roselle's diary, Max Livermore said

to his two team members, "Watch this place well. I'll go find the

infiltrator.

"He must still be trapped somewhere on the first floor by the power of

the Sealed Artifact!"

As he spoke, he looked at the Sealed Artifact, the "model" of the first

floor of the museum in a bid to find the red dot which represented the

infiltrator and lock onto that person's location.

However, no matter how he looked and counted, something didn't seem

right.

The number of people hadn't increased!

"This..." Max Livermore froze where he was.

18 King's Avenue, in a certain wealthy merchant's storage room.

Klein's eyes lit up again, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

He left the bookmarks and Azik's copper whistle above the gray fog, and

he didn't waste time returning to his body.

After extinguishing the candles and ending the ritual, Klein cleaned up

the scene. He used a specially concocted medication to neutralize the

smell of the Holy Night Powder and the essential oils from the ritual.

After doing all of this, he dispelled the wall of spirituality, allowing

the wind to blow away the remaining traces.

Next, he took out his Master Key, planning to go through buildings

before taking a rental carriage a distance away.

Using his cane to determine his direction to prevent himself from

getting lost and heading back to the Royal Museum or to a particular

cathedral, Klein headed off at a brisk pace, opening the walls and doors

that stood in his way with the Master Key.

After walking in a straight line for a while, he suddenly felt like he

was unable to determine his position.

*Hmm... Two more buildings and I'll be out. If I'm no longer on King's

Avenue, I'll get a rental carriage, or I'll make another divination?

I'll immediately study the Card of Blasphemy once I'm home!*

Klein quickly made up his mind. He placed the brass key which was simply

shaped against the wall and gently twisted it.

As the formless ripples spread out, he arrived at a neighboring building

of the terraces.

At this moment, his nose twitched as he smelled a strong stench of

blood.

The strong smell of blood! Klein frowned. He looked up and saw a lady

laid out in the living room ahead of him.

The woman's expression was filled with pain. There was a large wound at

her abdomen, and her internal organs seemed to have disappeared.

At the same time, Klein heard grunting noises.