Mysterious: The Innate Sacred Body of Destiny

Chapter 377 Investigation and Wedding

Inside a budget hotel in Tingen.

"call----"

Lorne was awakened from his sleep by a sudden, inexplicable heart palpitation. He sat up in bed, a fine layer of cold sweat beading on his forehead.

"Huff—huff—" He rubbed his throbbing temples. "It seems—I had another strange dream."

He glanced at the orange cat curled up at the foot of the bed, fast asleep, then lightly got up and poured himself a glass of water.

The cool liquid flowed down his throat, clearing his mind slightly.

"I went to check that basement again, but I didn't find any new clues—"

"Why that monocle from the Amon family ended up there is also unclear —"

"Could it be—that the ruins were originally related to Amon?"

During the daytime, he went back to the secret room where he had previously found the monocle and the clever box. Unfortunately, apart from the familiar game console keypad door, he found nothing of value.

I simply took a few photos for posterity.

"At present, it seems that Amon is the key to solving all these mysteries—"

"Considering that playing card—either go ask Charles, or—the only other option is to go find that sealed evil spirit—"

"We still need to investigate that so-called Medici family first—we should ask Charles, or write a letter to the mysterious Queen."

Narcissus Street.

After repeatedly checking the location and confirming that there was no danger, Lorne returned to the place.

To be honest, if it weren't for the series of events that had happened before, and the watchful eyes of some unspeakable being who might have already tracked down Backlund, he really wouldn't want to come to Tingen again.

But since we're already here, doing nothing would be a waste of the risks of this journey.

Furthermore, given the major incident that occurred previously, the authorities have undoubtedly cracked down on security in Tingen. It's unlikely that another major incident will happen in the near future.

"If I remember correctly—it's No. 2 Narcissus Street."

Instead of visiting him directly, he chose to gather information in the vicinity first.

Through a simple investigation and interviews, he learned an important piece of information.

The residents of No. 2 Narcissus Street are still there, still the Moretti siblings.

According to helpful residents, Melissa's second brother, Klein, reportedly went missing in an accident while on a business trip and has not been seen since. After that, only Melissa and her older brother, Benson, lived in the house.

They have been waiting for their missing relative to come home.

"This area should be under the jurisdiction of the night watchmen, right?"

"An accident—it couldn't have been done by the night watchman—" Lorne recalled the anonymous letter he had written back then.

"And what about Sherlock Moriarty from Backlund—?"

"Could they have received advance warning and fled? Or—is there some hidden story behind this?"

"Logically speaking, the church's methods for handling this kind of thing should not be so crude."

"I heard from the neighbors that Klein Moretti used to work for a security company."

"It seems Mr. and Mrs. Smith are also a security company," Lorne scoffed. "It can't be that much of a coincidence, can it?"

The only certainty is that Klein Moretti is no longer in Tingen; as for the rest, it's hard to say for now.

"What's the next step? Melissa and her older brother are probably just ordinary people—"

"And then there's the name Sherlock Moriarty—"

"It's hard not to think of certain things."

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"It's best not to act rashly."

"Melissa, you're back."

Benson looked at his sister, who had returned from the technical school in Tingen. She was still wearing the somewhat worn-out gauze hat that their mother had left them, and an old-fashioned petticoat that looked a little dated.

Because she wanted to save money, she walked a long way back and looked a little tired.

"Mmm," Melissa responded softly, putting down the book in her hand.

"Today, we received an invitation—" Benson hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"invite?"

"Is it an interview invitation?" Melissa's eyes lit up instantly, filled with anticipation.

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Business has been tough lately. Benson's former import and export trading company went bankrupt due to poor management, causing him to lose his job and be forced to stay at home.

Although they had gone to the Tingen City Employment Security Association for help, similar incidents had been happening too often lately, and many people had lost their jobs. Benson was unable to find suitable work anytime soon.

"No, it's a wedding invitation." Benson shook his head slightly, a hint of embarrassment on his face.

"Wedding? Whose wedding?"

"It's Mr. Smith, Klein's boss. He's getting married, so—"

"I don't want to go—" Melissa's eyes dimmed, and she shook her head.

She had met Dunn Smith; he was a very kind and gentlemanly man. After Klein's disappearance, he had personally visited him several times, looking deeply apologetic and believing it was his own negligence that had led to the current situation.

Melissa actually had a pretty good impression of him.

However, whenever she saw him, she couldn't help but think of Klein, and the story of Klein's disappearance that sounded plausible but always made her feel uneasy.

Benson looked at his silent sister and knew exactly what she was thinking.

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Klein—

He had never told his sister about the cult, and Dunn and the others hadn't said much about it in front of Melissa either, for which he was always grateful.

Dunn could see the self-reproach in Dunn's previous visit, and there was also an unyielding sorrow in the other person's eyes.

Recently, Dunn sent some compensation and told me that according to the investigation, Klein hadn't done anything heinous; he had simply encountered an accident and might already be—

He didn't know the specific truth, but this explanation made Benson feel a little better. He had always firmly believed that his brother was an honest and kind person. But the thought that Klein might have already—even though he was mentally prepared—still brought him an overwhelming sense of grief.

But regardless, he was still grateful to Klein's boss.

Moreover, during his conversation with Dunn, Benson realized that Dunn's love life seemed to have been troubled by the accident, and it wasn't until recently, after some things were investigated, that he decided to move on to a new phase of his life.

So since the other party had invited him, he felt it was necessary to go, both morally and logically.

Finally, after Benson's patient persuasion, Melissa was convinced and decided to go to Dunn's wedding with him.

"Meow————"

The orange cat, Rachel, stretched out its paw and gently tugged at Lorne's trouser leg.

"Would you like to come to the wedding with me?"

Lorne, who was picking out clothes for herself in front of the mirror, looked down at the orange cat beside her, somewhat surprised.

Since his transmigration, he had never participated in a similar event, so naturally he wanted to dress presentably.

The Smiths' wedding is just around the corner. It seems they really did plan this a long time ago. My own actions, in a way, were a reasonable way of pushing things along.

Since James Scott's entire wardrobe was in Backlund, he even went to a high-end clothing store in Tingen to buy a well-tailored suit.

Although he still hasn't gotten used to this kind of restrictive clothing, there's nothing he can do about it; it represents formality and respect.

"Wouldn't it be a little strange to bring a pet to a wedding?" Lorne hesitated.

"Meow!" Rachel meowed in dissatisfaction, rubbing her head against his calf.

"Alright, alright. I know you were with Mrs. Griffin for too long recently and don't want to be separated from me." Seeing that the orange cat was a little agitated, Lorne helplessly squatted down and comforted it.

"I'll take you there—"

"But you can only stay in the bag and can't run around."

Two more days passed, and the weather was fine and sunny.

Lorne arrived at St. Serena's Church dressed in a formal suit and carrying a wedding gift.

The church was already filled with guests, creating a solemn yet festive atmosphere.

He straightened his bow tie and searched for the two newlyweds in the crowd, intending to go and say hello.

However, before he could even take a step, his gaze swept across the crowd and spotted a familiar figure.

She was a young girl wearing a conservative beige long dress.

Melissa?!

What is she doing here?

Security company – Mr. and Mrs. Smith –

Could it really be such a coincidence?