, The extraordinary Lord

Kassan nodded: "Yes, a gesture, or an action, or controlling a muscle to stretch, can be done."

"In your dream, you will subconsciously make this move and then wake up."

"But this also has side effects. In reality, you will also do this action frequently, which is completely subconsciously and difficult to control."

"So as long as this switch is set properly, it will only have a harmless little habit."

Martin nodded to show his understanding.

Such side effects are certainly acceptable.

I have already made some small moves, which were habits developed from my school days and have long been deeply rooted.

Even if the soul travels through time, it cannot be changed.

After thinking for a while, Martin raised his hand and the tip of his thumb rotated on the belly of his middle finger.

"That's it!" he said.

Kasan smiled, then said in a somewhat illusory voice: "Okay, keep this movement and relax..."

When Martin opened his eyes again, he saw Cassan's faint smile.

"Is that OK?" he asked in confusion.

Kassan nodded slightly.

Martin frowned: "But I don't seem to feel anything. What happened just now?"

He felt like he had a nap and had no memory of what Kasan did.

When Martin saw her pointing at her hand, he suddenly realized that his right thumb was rubbing against the fingertips of his middle finger.

He quickly stopped the movements in his hand and heard Kasan say, "Psychological hints remain on the subconscious level, so you won't feel too much. Okay, I wish you a good night's sleep every day."

Martin said thank you and left Ms. Casan's room.

When I returned to the lounge, the other teammates had arrived.

After seeing Martin, Alder said exaggeratedly: "Look at who this is, Martin! The hero of Faralinburg, the savior! I heard that you cleared a nightmare last weekend?"

Martin didn't have any interest in this funny guy.

However, the captain and the others should have heard about Martin clearing the nightmare and were very interested.

So Martin talked about his dream experience again.

But after Seifel gave birth to a baby with Princess Aishi, Ms. Kasan walked into the room.

"The mission is here. Everyone, please listen to the story later!"

Four files were placed heavily on the table by her, which immediately attracted the attention of all the team members.

A rough look was taken, three murders and one extraordinary incident was reported.

This weekend is not peaceful!

Martin waited for the captain to distribute the files.

Finally, Mike gave him a murder case that could involve extraordinary power.

...

The carriage was driving on the stone road, and the uneven road surface rubbed against the wheels, making a rumble sound.

On the quiet street, the carriage stopped in front of a villa.

Martin walked out of the carriage, tidied up his windbreaker, and then strode into the villa.

Anthony is a businessman. In recent years, he has accumulated a lot of money by selling jewelry to the Southern Continent.

This villa is part of it.

The villa is a two-story building with a very recognizable red roof.

A guard member greeted him at the door. After seeing Martin, he saluted respectfully and then led the way humbly.

This man obviously recognized him and knew his deeds.

But he didn't have the courage to get close to Martin.

After all, his identity is there.

The huge villa is empty at this time.

There were only two corpses, one man and one woman.

The male corpse is Anthony, the owner of the villa, who died in the bed.

The bed sheets were messy and half of the bedding fell to the ground.

Anthony held his throat with both hands, his eyes wide open, and bloodshot covered his entire eyeball.

The expression on his face looked extremely painful, and he obviously suffered indescribable pain before his death.

The bruises on his neck illustrate his way of death. He was strangled by a rope and suffocated to death.

However, the real way to die is the woman in the room.

She sat in front of the dressing mirror, bleeding from her seven orifices, and her eyes were so calm that it was strange.

She just sat like that, with her hands on the dressing table, as if thinking about what makeup to put on.

If it weren't for the blood on her face, Martin might have thought she was a living person.

"The female deceased is Mier, twenty-three years old, and is Anthony's wife." The guards introduced.

Martin frowned and asked in confusion: "So young?"

Anthony on the bed is already in his forties.

Although she looks rich and has good maintenance, the wrinkles between her eyebrows and eyes can no longer be hidden.

"Uh... this is Anthony's third wife." The guards quickly replied.

"Where are the first two wives?" Martin asked immediately.

The guards obviously made enough preparations for this and quickly replied: "The first two mistresses died of illness."

In this era, some minor illnesses, even colds, may endanger life.

However, rich people can buy disease-removing medicines.

This is the exclusive specialty of the Temple of Mother Earth God. It is an extraordinary product and of course it is of great value.

But once the poor get sick, they can only leave it to fate.

Or rather, it’s better to leave it to fate.

Because the common "doctors" are popular in today's common "doctors"...

As for wanting to enjoy the healing of the extraordinary, the price paid is absolutely unimaginable for civilians and does not take into account at all.

Martin's eyes returned to Mi'er's body.

A large part of the reason why this case was screened out was because of this corpse.

Even Martin felt a chill in his heart when he saw Mi'er's death bleed in his seven orifices sitting at the table at the first sight.

"Is the cause of death confirmed?" Martin stood in front of the dressing table, looked at the sitting corpse, and asked casually.

The garrison member who followed him shook his head: "Not yet, no obvious wounds were found on the surface of his body."

"Apart from the name, are there any other identity information of the deceased?" Martin continued.

The guards replied: "It's still under investigation, but according to the servants, she seems to have been brought back from Lower Street by Anthony."

The street is the most frequent place for sailors.

Because there are many wandering warblers there, they can satisfy these hormonal surplus sailors at a very small price.

Martin put on gloves and gently touched Mi'er's shoulder.

The corpse is stiff.

She was wearing only a thin silk pajama, with large areas of white and delicate skin exposed on her shoulders and collarbone.

Bright red blood slid down from his face and dripped onto his high bulge of chest.

But Martin was not in the mood to pay attention to these beautiful scenes.

He was feeling carefully whether there was some remnant of extraordinary power on the body.

The phosphor was brushed on the woman's face, shoulders, and blood stains by him using a brush like a brush.

After the curtains are pulled up, a faint green fluorescence appears.

This shows that Mi'er has indeed been exposed to some extraordinary power.

It's just that it's impossible to determine which sequence it belongs to.

Martin came to the bed and painted the fluorescent color on Anthony.
To be continued...