Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

Finally, Klein got a good night's sleep, and woke up naturally in the bed he rented in the apartment.

He and Ian made an appointment to meet at four o'clock today, and then go to the Brave Bar. This is not only for the bodyguards that have not yet been finalized, but also for Klein to finish the tarot club smoothly.

It is estimated that Mr. "The Hanged Man" and the others will be shocked this time. After all, there are three new members in the party... However, I don't know how "Mystery" will introduce the member "World". In the eyes of "Magician" and "Judgment", "World" is a member who can meet Mr. Fool in private. It stands to reason that it cannot be a new member who has just joined...

Klein touched his somewhat empty stomach, felt the gurgling sound, and got out of the bed. After washing himself with clean water, he put on the human skin mask that usually tortured his face.

He wants to take advantage of his free time in the morning to go to the public library in Chorwood District, rummage through the Tussock Newspapers from the past year, and at least identify his real enemy through photos.

“And I’m also in urgent need of a channel to really get in touch with Backlund’s resources. Although my status as a bounty hunter can allow me to fit into some gray areas, when I meet an Extraordinary like Lanvus, he is more likely to be in a normal state. Activities in society, hide yourself in any possible corner." Klein rubbed his chin, looked at his clothes in front of the full-length mirror in the apartment, and made sure that there was nothing inappropriate before walking out of the room. Door.

Speaking of newspapers, should I ask Mr. Agron if anyone has followed my advertisements in the newspapers and delivered cases to me... Although no famous detectives should come here ......

The silver-studded cane in his hand kept making crisp sounds, and the regular sounds came from far to near. Klein, wearing a double-breasted coat and a half-height silk top hat, finally came to the first floor.

Although I haven't lived in the apartment for a few days, the place is still lukewarm at first. Since it is already nine o'clock in the morning, only Mr. Aigron is sitting behind the front desk, and he is engrossed in looking at the newspaper in his hand, which is bold and black. The title of the word is very clear.

When will the serial ripper and rotten corpse maker be brought to justice? 》

The southern part of the big food empire is like that... Klein pushed the black acetate glasses on the bridge of his nose and strode towards Mr. Agron.

Just as he was about to tap lightly on the table with his fingers, he found that Mr. Agron had put down the newspaper in his hand and stared at him with a displeased expression, making the greeting he had prepared no longer useful.

If it wasn't for my spirit vision, I would have thought he was a Beyonder... Klein quickly adjusted his facial expression and asked with a smile:

"Mr. Agron, it's like this, I put an advertisement in the "Backlund Post" before, but I went out to do some work the other day and didn't return to the apartment, I don't know if anyone came to see me. "

Mr. Agron glanced at him displeased, then opened the drawer under him, flipped through it carefully, and took a lot of effort to extract an ordinary letter from it.

He put it down casually, and the envelope was drawn directly in front of Klein.

"This letter is yours."

Klein looked at the impatient face of the other party, the smile on the corner of his mouth remained unchanged, and he calmly picked up the letter from the front desk.

"Mike Joseph." His hands, whose skin texture and face were not too restrained, gently turned over the off-white envelope, his ice blue eyes swept away, and found that the "Daily Observer" said on the back of the paint.

This should be a reporter... Klein wanted to ask Mr. Agron for some details of the Daily Observer, but he couldn't help sighing silently when he saw the frowning eyebrows and the newspaper that had been raised. , gave up the idea, carefully packed the envelope, and walked out of the apartment hall.

The sound of the leather shoes colliding with the wooden floor gradually faded away. Detective Aegron, who had been reading the newspaper attentively, finally raised his head and glanced at the drawer in the shadow. The vertical pupils in his eyes shone with a faint cold light.

............

Chorwood District, Backlund Public Library.

Dunn, wearing a maroon coat, stood by the front desk and took the identification card handed over by the library staff with both hands.

He was going to browse some recent reports about suspected extraordinary events in major newspapers, so he came to the public library ahead of schedule and just finished the application for the loan card.

After the establishment of the public library, most of the loans will not be charged as long as they are in the library, but in order to prevent homeless people from using the library as a place to rest at night, if anyone wants to enter the lending area, they must Proof of ID must be presented for a library-stamped loan card.

In fact, Dunn didn't have to be so troublesome at first. He accepted the invitation of the Heart of the Machine and became the informant of the other party. He could even go through an official relationship and try to get the opportunity to read the police information.

And after saving Mr. Babbage's life, the gentleman was extremely grateful to Dunn and promised to do his best to meet his needs.

But in order not to startle the snakes, Dunn decided to keep a low profile to investigate the recent case of the Ripper and the rotten male corpse. Although he has left the Nighthawk, for him, he still thinks that he is the guardian who plays the role and must eliminate the evil. !

"Excuse me, if you only need to provide proof of identity to apply for a borrowing card?"

Dunn, who was putting his ID card on the inside of his coat, was suddenly stunned. For some reason, he looked up and saw a middle-aged man with a high hairline and deep ice blue eyes holding a copy of the He took out the documents and asked the front desk with a smile.

The front desk didn't pay attention to Dunn's actions, but took the documents handed over by the man, and wrote down Sherlock Moriarty's name on the new loan card template, and added:

"You also need to provide a handling fee of one soli."

How expensive... Klein kept a blunt smile, took out a note from his left pocket, and put it in front of the staff.

He turned his neck, turned his head slightly to the left, and looked a little strangely at the man who had glanced at him just now and was still standing in the same place with his identity certificate.

Attracted by the other party's dark red eyes and bookish temperament for a few seconds, he felt an inexplicable gravitational force and asked:

"Did you just apply for a loan card?"

Dunn, who was wearing the button on his chest, was a little surprised, and soon the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his voice was mellow:

"yes."

"I heard your accent, are you from Jianhai County?" Dunn, who had rich work experience and judged from the opponent's movements and stance, that the man on the opposite had a certain fighting foundation, provoked a familiar conversation.

Klein took back the loan card and identification card handed over by the staff, folded it carefully, and did not put it in the inner and outer pockets of his coat, while reciting his personal statement:

"That's right, my hometown is in Jianhai County, and I'm from Conston."

In order to avoid his origins being associated with Tingen, he specially designed an identity of Jianhai County for himself, and whether he would imitate the accent of his dead classmate, Welch.

Dunn nodded and said indifferently:

"That's really lucky, I'm from Constanton too, Evans, my name is Louis Evans, you should have heard of my family."

Because the information given by Edmund Jason once emphasized that the original Louis Evans was a family-oriented person, so Dunn sometimes had to move closer to the other party in order to play better.

Evans? People from Jianhai County?

I went, I actually bumped into the real thing... Klein controlled his expression, relying on his extraordinary ability to avoid any accident, followed Dunn's pace, and walked into the library, calmly replied:

"Of course I have heard that the Evans family is the big family of Conston. I didn't expect that I would meet a member of the Evans family here."

"Although you should have heard my name just now, allow me to introduce myself formally. My name is Sherlock Moriarty, and I am a scholar who has just returned from Lenburg."

Because the real borrowing area at the front desk of the library is not far, the two of them reached the stairs leading to the newspaper within a few steps.

"Are you also going to read the old newspapers?" Dunn, who just said a few words of greetings after the other party introduced him, looked at the other party and seemed to be going to the same place as himself. He took the initiative to speak out about his abnormal behavior just now.

Klein also looked at the path of the other party that seemed to be the same as his own, raised his left eyebrow slightly, and replied with consideration:

"I'm going to look at the international news from the previous year and the latest, you know, some newspapers in Lenburg don't have the same views as Ruen."

This kind of question is no longer in line with the implicitness of the Loen people.

After listening to the other party's answer, Dunn nodded thoughtfully, and then replied in a low voice:

"After all, newspapers occupy different regions, and the interests they represent are also different. Besides, it is a small country surrounded by big countries and famous for its academics."

Before they knew it, they had already reached the reading area on the second floor. Although it had just opened for a while, there were already many people reading in the library at this time, and they had to speak in a low voice.

Looking around at the passers-by who were seriously immersed in reading, Klein and Dunn both tacitly closed their mouths, each thinking about the unusual things they found in the other, and burying their heads in the area where the previous newspapers were stored.

It was not until he reached the door of the previous newspaper area and looked at the sign above that Klein asked as usual:

"Mr. Evans, shouldn't you come here to watch old news?"

Dunn, who was implicitly suspicious, smiled.

"Of course not. I'm a part-time detective now. I have some clues. I want to find some reports about the case."

"Then I wish you good luck, I'll go over there to see." Klein secretly relieved, pointing in another direction, the corners of his mouth twitched.

"I wish you good luck, too." Dunn who reacted took a deep look at the opponent's hand, and then with a smile in his dark red eyes, he took the initiative to hold Klein's right hand and shook it gently.

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