Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 290 Killing the Apostle of Desire
Luze left only one bullet in the magazine, then spun it shut, ready for the wheel of fortune to spin.

So, under Eisinger's astonished gaze, he pressed the gun to his temple and pulled the trigger repeatedly.

"Click, click"

The hammer struck the empty air one after another, producing a crisp metallic clang.

After two consecutive misses, Lu Ze frowned slightly. The odds of hitting the bullseye were starting to increase; from the third shot onward, every time he pulled the trigger, there was a chance that the bullet would be fired and pierce his head.

In the previous few times, he often had to take the fall himself before he could accumulate enough luck for the next spin of the wheel.

"Click, click, click."

However, to his surprise, this time he was unexpectedly lucky and fired five shots in a row, hitting the empty spot each time!

"Ok?"

Lu Ze took off the revolver with slight surprise, looking at the gun barrel that had become increasingly shiny due to the accumulation of spiritual energy.

When did I become so lucky?

"Cough cough."

The young man beneath their feet was still struggling; the demon's vitality was truly tenacious.

Who cares, let's kill him first!

Lu Ze decided to put the matter aside for the time being, considering it a stroke of luck. He turned his gun around and aimed it at the demon on the ground.

"Wait a minute! Cough cough, I have a lot of money."

"boom!"

The enhanced bullet roared out, the terrifying recoil causing the revolver to jolt Luze's arm upwards. Before the demon beneath his feet could finish speaking, his head exploded, scattering red and white matter everywhere.

"brush!"

The crimson cloak unfolded automatically, shielding Luze from the flying debris. The blood and tissue that landed on it quickly blended in and disappeared.

Sequence 5, Apostle of Desire, successfully killed!

"As expected of a shepherd, he is even more powerful than I imagined."

Isengard walked up from a distance and said with emotion.

His original plan was to first meet up with Sherlock and Kaslana at Sherlock's house, then combine their strength and, with the help of extraordinary items and deception, ambush and kill their enemy. But plans change, and things turned out the way they are now.

Fortunately, at least the goal was achieved.

"Hmm, this guy's identity might be unusual."

Eisinger walked up to the body, examined it with detective-like methods, and then pondered, "His clothes are very high-end, they are definitely custom-made. With a little investigation, we should be able to find some clues."

Lu Ze glanced at him.

"Why go through all this trouble?"

After saying that, he opened his palm directly on the corpse.

"call--"

A phantom-like, bone-chilling wind swept up and swirled above the corpse, generating a powerful suction that forcibly pulled out the victim's soul and extraordinary characteristics.

It was a phantom figure dressed in a high-class uniform, with a vaguely visible facial outline, just like the corpse on the ground!

"No!"

He cried out in despair, but could not resist the shepherd's power and was forcibly sucked into Luze's palm. Two rows of illusory teeth then grew from Luze's palm, but they only bit him and did not swallow him immediately.

"Take it to Sherlock Holmes for a divination or a spiritual reading, and everything will be clear, won't it?"

Luzer said to Isengard.

".you're right."

Isengard paused for a second, then smiled wryly.

Having been a detective for so long, he couldn't help but subconsciously analyze the problem from a deductive perspective. Lu Ze, clutching the soul, was about to leave when he turned back to look at the corpse on the ground.

It seems a bit troublesome to leave this thing on the ground.
"Don't worry, I contacted the official Extraordinary before I came."

Seeing this, Isengard said, "They'll handle it."

An official extraordinary being?
Lu Ze frowned slightly.

"The night watchman?"

"No, it's a mechanical heart."

Isengard glanced at him and said, "Because Sherlock is a follower of the god of steam, I invited them over."

Oh, so Klein was disguised as another believer. This is the first time I've known that.

Lu Ze nodded slightly, then cut his palm.

"Wow—"

A spray of blood was flung out and simultaneously vaporized, spreading throughout the street. This was his use of flesh magic to disrupt the subsequent reconnaissance by official extraordinary individuals, preventing them from detecting him.

Of course, besides this place, he also needs to return to the Klein family home to erase the detectives' memories.

"Do not reveal my existence to the official extraordinary beings."

He said to Isengard.

"of course."

Isengard quickly replied that he didn't want to mess with a shepherd who could kill someone of the same Sequence 5 level.

"Mr. Stanton!"

"I'm so glad you're alright, Isengard!"

The two walked back to 13 Minsk Street, where the detectives were still uneasy. They breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Eisinger, but they soon noticed Luzer behind the elderly detective.

Oh, right, this person was just now.
Everyone was looking at me.

Before the detectives could even ask a question, Luzer spoke first. His eyes glowed with a faint gold, and his voice seemed to resonate deep within everyone's hearts. Among those present, besides Klein and Isengard, even Kaslana did the same, staring blankly into his eyes.

"From now on, you will forget everything about me."

Luze thus implied that he would erase himself from their memories.

After finishing these clean-up tasks, he held the soul of the "Apostle of Desire" in his hand and walked into the living room with Klein and Isengard. As for why he controlled Kaslana, it was because Luzer felt her level was slightly lower, and the fewer people who knew about this, the better.

"Meow."

Inside the living room, the little black cat jumped off the chair with its tail held high and meowed at Lu Ze, seemingly blaming him for abandoning it.

"Alright, go to the side first."

Lu Ze used his free hand to scoop up the cat by the belly and placed it on the table next to him. It didn't struggle, but just sat on the table looking at Lu Ze, its tail curling up and covering its front paws.

"So, is there any way to investigate any clues?"

He said to Klein.

Of course there is, although the best way is to bring him above the gray fog.
Klein hesitated for a moment, then said, "I'll try to do a divination."

Although he could communicate with spirits, if he did so in the real world, he would inevitably have to pray to the gods for power. If he pretended to be a follower of the God of Steam in front of Isengard, but was actually praying to the Goddess of Night, he would likely be exposed immediately.

He quickly took out paper and pen and wrote down the divination statement:
The identity and purpose of this soul.

"Meow?"

The little black cat on the table looked at him curiously, its tiny head turning with his wrist.

Klein held the note in one hand and touched the struggling, wailing soul in Luzer's grasp with the other. He silently recited the divination seven times, then slumped back in his chair and drifted into a dream.

(End of this chapter)