I Am Breaking the Dimensional Wall In the Lord of Mysteries

　　 "For a deeper level of performance, it should be that the prey is no longer limited to beasts or monsters, but it may also be a certain person. To be precise, all that I regard as hunting targets are prey."

"Furthermore, the so-called trap is no longer confined to the practical meaning, no longer confined to a specific thing. You can adapt to local conditions and use all available conditions around you to transform it into an environment that helps you. That’s the same. A kind of'trap'."

　　 Xifa allowed his thoughts to disperse, and the inspiration at this moment was not as active as before.

　　 "It's like tonight, I was aware of the state of that lunatic, and after I sensed his mode of thinking, I turned the captain's room into a trap."

　　 "The opponent also stepped into the trap as I imagined, so that I could shoot him with a gun."

　　 "After that, the leader of the black tie became a trap in a sense. I used him to distract the opponent and successfully approached and attacked."

　　 "And in order to play the effect of the shadow glove, I deliberately stood in a dark place, which was also a trap."

　　 "I took advantage of the environment on the ship to let the prey step into the traps one after another, in order to easily knock him back."

　　 "From this point of view, traps are not limited to specific things. The surrounding environment, the methods that can be used, even language, actions, and everything that can make the prey get into trouble can be regarded as ‘traps’!"

Xifa nodded and was very satisfied with the "Hunter Playing Rules" that he had summarized, and reminded himself that he should use more traps in future hunts. In this way, within two or three months, he might be able to digest the magic. Medicine.

　　 The next day.

　　 As soon as Sifa had finished his breakfast, he was told by the housekeeper that several inspectors of Lewis had come again and wanted to see him.

　　 In the lobby on the first floor, Sifa met the inspectors and found that besides the three of Lewis, there was one more inspector.

　　 This is a young man, about twenty-five or sixty years old, similar to Miss Martha. He has short brown slightly curly hair and a decent formal dress, and looks a little shy.

　　 "This is my friend, Warren. He is a profiler. Since we still can't catch the prisoner and time is short, I asked him to come and help."

　　 While Lewis was giving the introduction, Sefa had noticed that today the inspector did not wear black-rimmed glasses. Change to a round frame, single-lens glasses.

　　 There are extremely tiny symbols on the frame of that pair of glasses. The vision of wrong non-Western law is so amazing that ordinary people can hardly detect it.

　　 Lewis wearing these glasses, Xifa always felt a little uncomfortable when he was looking at him, as if he was being scrutinized by this inspector, and if he didn't pay attention, his secret would be understood by him.

　　 Since his father Bison went out very early, so today, only Xifa entertained these guests.

　　 He asked his servants to bring black tea, smiled and said, "Police officer, can I do something for you?"

　　 Lewis sat upright and said: "Mr. Westfa, last night, a bad incident happened on a nearby beach."

　　 "A sailing boat was on fire, and the police found a large number of corpses in the cabin. Even though most of those corpses were burned beyond recognition because of the fire, we found that some of the internal organs of the corpses were missing."

　　 "We have reason to believe that this is the scene of some kind of evil sacrifice."

　　 Xifa, who already knew about this incident, still made a moved expression and said: "Police officer, you mean, this is the ‘mass sacrifice’ mentioned in the diary."

　　 Lewis jawed his head: "I think so, and I believe that this is just the beginning. By the way, look at this."

　　He took out an envelope from his arms, took out a piece of parchment from the inside, and handed it to Sifa by the butler: "I don't know, do you have any impression of it?"

　　 Xifa took a look, and it turned out that it was the parchment he got from the old lady Paris's house, and on it was a spell praying to the evil god.

　　 As a ‘duke’, he asked a child to give it to St. Witt’s Church for himself. Now that the parchment is in Lewis' hands, it indirectly proves that this is a night watcher squad.

　　【He is testing you! 】

　　 Xifa was about to say that he had no impression, but when the words came to his lips, he suddenly had an idea.

　　 Lewis knew that he had been to Mrs. Paris's basement, and now he took this parchment out, as if to test himself.

　　 So he changed his words: "No impression, but it seems to be Hermes. I have studied this ancient script, but I am not very proficient, etc..."

Xifa raised his head: "Is this the evil spell for Mrs. Paris mentioned in the diary? But when I was in her house, I didn't find such a thing. How could it be in the hands of the police officer? ?"

　　 Lewis took the single lens and wiped it with a handkerchief, then put it on and said: "We always have some special channels to get what we want."

　　 "By the way, Mr. Sifa, I want to ask you some questions alone."

　　 Xifa heard what he meant, and gave the butler Sebas a wink. The butler with a gray beard and a classical face waved his hand and led the servants to leave the hall.

　　 Lewis coughed dryly and lowered his voice: "Mr. Sifa, do you know the Extraordinary?"

　　 is testing me again?

　　 Xifa nodded generously: "I have been to Xibailang~www.readwn.com~ During the trip, I heard the adventurer on the ship mentioned it."

　　 "Are you interested in becoming an Extraordinary?"

　　 Lewis raised another question and held the single mirror with his hand.

　　 Xifa coughed dryly, spread his hands, and smiled helplessly: "Of course I am interested. I yearn for the extraordinary and the mystery. Unfortunately, my parents warned more than once that they would not allow me to step into this circle."

　　 "Especially my father, he often said to me that my goal should be in Backlund's upper house, not in some dark, mysterious and extraordinary gatherings."

　　 At this point, I am not lying. My mother really does not want me to step into the mysterious world, and my father really hopes that I can assist him in his career. It's just that they respect my choice...

Lewis said with some relief and disappointment: "That's it, um, I digress. Let's get back to business. Because of the tragedy that happened last night, we again carefully considered your suggestions and are ready to adopt you. Suggestion."

　　 Xifa knew that he was referring to the ‘fishing bait’.

　　 used the diary owner to hate him, wanted to get rid of his emotions, and draw the other person out of the corner of the shadow.

　　 In fact, Sifa suspected that the lunatic on the boat last night was probably the owner of the diary.

　　 If this is the case, then he, as the ‘bait’, has to take a lot of risk. After all, in this plan, he must haunt as the son of a baron, not an extraordinary, not a bounty hunter ‘duke’.

　　 "I'm glad to hear you say that, sir, in fact, I have been preparing for this for these two days."

　　 Xifa leaned forward slightly, showing interest: "So, do you have a plan?"