Mystery: The Witch of Desire

What surprised her even more was...

Through the abilities of a sex addict, she sensed that Klein's inner desires had disappeared.

In an instant, Livre's expression darkened: This was definitely not something an ordinary extraordinary being of Sequence 9 could do.

Could it be that Klein has something special about him, making him highly resistant to abnormal states?

When he is being channeled or instigated, is he able to remain clear-headed?

Liviel felt a chill run down her spine. If Klein reported the matter of the psychic abilities to the Night Watch team, her current situation would be dangerous.

The black ribbon between her eyes fell away, and a surge of powerful spiritual energy welled up at her fingertips. Black flames and frost were poised to strike. Even though she had some past acquaintance with Klein, ensuring her own safety was the top priority.

A tense atmosphere permeated the room, and conflict seemed imminent.

Just then, Klein chuckled and said:

“Mrs. Lemerson, you and your friend seem to be somewhat special. My divination of you has backfired, causing me some negative effects… According to some theories of divination, your fates seem different from ordinary people, more burdensome and arduous. With my rudimentary divination skills, I couldn't predict anything; instead, I harmed myself. I'm sorry…”

As he spoke, he rubbed the corner of his eye, looking utterly exhausted, as if his spirituality had truly been damaged during the divination.

Livre simply smiled faintly, but she did not believe Klein's words.

He was clever, and according to his explanation, it was indeed plausible: because the person being divined was an extraordinary being, he suffered a certain degree of backlash, which helped him overcome some minor abnormalities. This seemed quite reasonable.

But considering everything that had happened since she first met Klein, Livre didn't believe it could be explained by simple coincidence.

There's definitely something seriously wrong with Klein.

Should we arrest him and interrogate him properly, like we did with Fors in Valya? Anyway, Klein has already joined the Night Watchers, so there's no need to be sentimental anymore.

Just as she hesitated whether to make a move, Klein spoke up again with a smile:

"Mrs. Lemerson, I'm sorry, I have an important work meeting this afternoon. My boss and colleagues are waiting for me, and they'll be very anxious if they don't see me. I have to go now."

As he spoke, he stood up and politely took his leave:

"I look forward to doing another divination for you next time."

Are you threatening me with the night watchman position?

Liviel sneered and said:

“Mr. Moretti, please have a seat. Dunn Smith is not such an impatient man.”

Upon hearing this, Klein's expression instantly darkened, and his brows furrowed in tension.

He quietly reached into his trouser pocket, where a slight bulge indicated the concealment of a pistol.

Livre simply smiled quietly:

"What, can you bear to point a gun at a frail woman like me?"

Klein was stunned, his hands fell limply to his sides, and he gave up on picking up the gun.

He slowly sat back in his chair and said calmly:

"Mrs. Lemerson, is there a problem?"

Livre said, feigning nonchalance:

Tell me, who are your friends?

She wanted to test whether Klein would mention Rivi Garcia's name, and then follow up by asking if he knew anything about the Night Watchers killing Rivi Garcia's entire family.

Klein paused, clearly not expecting Livre to ask that question.

He pondered for a moment before carefully speaking:

"I don't have many friends, Welch is one, and Naya is another."

"Anything else? I mean no harm, but I advise you to tell the truth; it will be in our best interest."

Livre was very dissatisfied with Klein's performance of only mentioning two dead people, and her tone turned cold.

Klein had no choice but to reluctantly continue saying one name after another.

Then, he slowly uttered a woman's name:

Emily Garcia.

Livre looked up abruptly, her eyes filled with shock:

Emily Garcia?

Who is this person, and why does he use the surname Garcia?

Klein noticed that something was wrong with Livre, stopped, and looked at her with some confusion.

Emily Garcia, Emily Garcia...

Liviel murmured the name repeatedly when suddenly, a sharp, intense pain exploded from the depths of her mind, as if countless cold, sharp needles were frantically piercing and tearing at her thoughts and memories. The pain came swiftly and violently, spreading along her nerves to every part of her body, causing her to tremble violently and involuntarily hunch over slightly.

Fine, icy sweat instantly soaked through the hair at her temples, slowly sliding down her smooth forehead and onto her clothes. She felt a chaotic jumble of fragmented memories surging and colliding in her mind, countless long-forgotten images rushing out, causing her mind to tremble violently and her heart to surge with turbulent waves.

Pain, why is it so painful...?

At that moment, Livre seemed to be hallucinating: she was in the mirror world again, and saw a mirror in which the male body of Livre was screaming in pain.

He screamed with all his might, but Livre could only see his open lips and could not hear the words he was saying.

What are you saying? What are you trying to tell me...?

boom!

The mirror of Rivi's existence shattered, turning into countless gleaming fragments that flew towards Riviel, piercing her and causing her to bleed profusely, letting out a painful howl!

At the same time, the mirror world in the hallucination disappeared, replaced by Klein's dark gun barrel.

Bang bang bang!

Several bullets burst from the barrel, whistling through the air as they hurtled towards Livre. Still affected by the earlier attack, Livre seemed bound by an invisible force, unable to move, and could only watch helplessly as the bullets approached. She struggled with all her might to dodge to the side, but was ultimately a step too slow; a cold bullet pierced straight into her skull.

Klein stared at Livre's straight body as she fell, still feeling a lingering fear in his heart.

Just now, when he used dream divination, he was tainted by a trace of gray mist.

In that instant, he was horrified to discover that something was wrong with him: he had been aroused by a desire and had been influenced by instigation.

He immediately realized that Mrs. Lemerson was an extraordinary person who had exerted an unusual influence on him.

Fortunately, the seemingly strong Mrs. Lemerson encountered some unusual situation and was actually killed by him, a novice who had only become an Extraordinary a few days ago.

Klein didn't relax for a moment. He turned and rushed out of the yellow crystal room, pulled out his trainee inspector's badge from his pocket, held it high, and calmly reassured the panicked members, instructing Angelica to evacuate the crowd and preserve the scene. Once the situation had stabilized somewhat, he immediately started running towards Zotland Street.

He knew very well that the body of an extraordinary being was highly susceptible to mutation and that he had to notify Captain Dunn as soon as possible to bring reinforcements and handle the situation properly.

Inside the Night Watchers' hideout on Zotland Street, a flicker of shock instantly flashed in Dunn's deep, well-like eyes:

"You mean? You shot and killed an Extraordinary?"

Klein quickly recounted everything that had just happened at the Divination Club, emphasizing Mrs. Lemerson's strange ability to arouse and instigate desires. Of course, he omitted the fact that he had kept his senses up through the power of the gray fog, only saying that he had instinctively sensed that something was wrong.

Dunn paused for a moment, then tapped his fingertips lightly on the table before slowly speaking:

"Judging from your description of her abilities, she is very likely an 'instigator,' a member of the witch cult. Let's go, call Leonard, we'll go there immediately and make sure to dispose of the body as quickly as possible to prevent any untoward changes."

A few minutes later, Dunn, Leonard, and Klein boarded a carriage and sped off toward the fortune-telling club.

Upon arriving at the club, they went straight up to the second floor. The usually bustling corridor was now deserted, except for the door of the yellow crystal room, which was ajar, and a chilly atmosphere filled the air.

Dunn looked wary, slowly drew his sidearm, his fingertip on the trigger, and cautiously pushed open the door and went inside. But the next second, he stopped in his tracks: the room was empty, and there was no body anywhere.

The ground was spotless, without a trace of blood, except for a faint burn mark where Livia had just fallen.

Leonard frowned, a clear look of doubt on his face. He turned to look at Klein, his lips moving as if he wanted to question him about whether he had seen wrong, but he hesitated for a moment before finally closing his mouth.

Dunn slowly walked to the center of the room, extended his palm, a faint spiritual light swirling around his fingertips, and carefully probed the surrounding aura. After a moment, he withdrew his hand and said in a deep voice:

“There are indeed obvious spiritual fluctuations remaining here. It is clear that an extraordinary person has just stayed here, but it is not yet possible to confirm which path they belonged to.”

Klein stood in the doorway, his face filled with shock, his tone tinged with bewilderment and disbelief:

"Impossible... I saw it clearly, the bullet definitely entered her head, she clearly fell here, how could she just disappear into thin air? There wasn't even a trace of blood left?"

Dunn frowned and said thoughtfully:

“In the extraordinary world, there are countless bizarre abilities, and many possibilities exist. It could be an extremely strong ability to instantly recover, or it could be the use of a substitute or something similar to transfer the original body away. But these abilities are not what an ‘instigator’ should possess. This matter is definitely not simple, and we must be extremely careful.”

He turned to look at Klein and solemnly instructed him:

"Klein, you need to be extra careful lately. It seems like they're after you, and they might come after you again. I'll arrange for people to protect you in pairs around the clock."

Klein nodded solemnly, a complex mix of emotions swirling within him.

……

Livre sat in a rented carriage, leaning against the side, her pale face slowly turning rosy.

Just then, Little White emerged from under her skirt and said with some pride:

"Livia, you should thank me for saving your life. From today onwards, I will eat roasted pork chops every meal."

Chapter 141 Mrs. Sharon's Dinner

Liviel forced a smile, which was her response to Xiaobai.

The bullet had pierced her jaw, the violent shock numbing her brain and rendering her immobile. In that critical moment, Little White emerged, biting into the Bloodthirsty Gloves in her pocket. With the gloves' cooperation, they were put on her hand. The regenerative power within the gloves accelerated the healing of her wounds, barely saving her life.

However, compared to her physical injuries, her heart was in turmoil, with a long-forgotten name repeatedly swirling in her mind—Emily Garcia.

This is an old friend deliberately buried deep in my memory, someone with whom I have a very deep connection. Are they sisters connected by blood, or is there some other entanglement between us?

Countless doubts swirled in her mind, leaving her in a state of turmoil and unable to find peace.

Despite her broken body, Livre made her way back to the Lily Inn.

She lay in bed, the wound on her jaw still healing, and you could see the blood-red muscle and white bone slowly healing together.

After a while, Fors activated his door-opening ability and came in, asking with concern:

"Miss Marilyn Monroe, what's wrong? You look exhausted... Good heavens, what happened to your jaw!"

Fors screamed and rushed to the bedside, where she saw the fleshy bud still wriggling under Livre's jaw, a sight that was both terrifying and disgusting.

"Don't look..."

Livre weakly raised her hand to stop Fors, but Fors grabbed her hand and asked anxiously:

"How did you get hurt? Did you have a conflict with Mrs. Sharon?"

Livr shook her head slightly:

"No, don't worry about me, I'm alright now..."

"I'll go get some alcohol-soaked gauze to bandage you up..."

Fors turned to leave, but Livre grabbed her sleeve:

"It's okay, my wound can heal on its own. I just need to wait a while."

"really?"

Fors looked at Livre's wound with some doubt. After a while, the wound was indeed completely healed, and even the skin on her chin was as smooth and tender as before.

Fors gasped in surprise:

"This is amazing! Do witches have such powerful self-healing abilities?"

Liviel smiled slightly and revealed the Bloodthirsty Glove she was wearing on her right hand:

"This is the power of this magical item: it can greatly accelerate the body's self-healing."

Fors was taken aback by these words, then blushed slightly and stammered:

"So this really is a genuine magical item. I thought..."

Livre smiled somewhat helplessly:

"What are you thinking? Such a precious magical item must have a proper purpose."

Fors nodded thoughtfully:

"Then, what about that jump ball? What are its actual abilities?"

Liviel was stunned and speechless.

Just then, Hugh knocked on the door from the outside: