If you think you've already read everything and nothing can surprise
you anymore, then you need to go back to the source of the comic
book. The authentic naïve adventure feuilletons of the late 19th
century. The time of the first car, the invention of photography, but
also the time of the magical journeys of Jules Verne. Equally
authentic were the adventures of Docteur Mystère and his assistant
Cigale. In Milan they unravel the mysterious disappearance of Lady
B***'s husband. Because the case seems to be closely linked to the
disappearance of a Chinese fighter, Dr. Mystère decides to enlist his
old Chinese friend Kway. "Milanese Mysteries" is hilarious camp.
Expect encounters with operatic haunts, spying rats, Oliver Twist
robot armies and humpbacks at Milan's Dom. All authentic, of course.
Unlike other stiff harkenstrips like Blake and Mortimer or Harry
Dickson, Doctor Mystère is one hundred percent socially incorrect.
Cigale's only task is to catch the ever-fainting Lady B***.