Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

The woman who suddenly appeared in front of Klein like a ghost blinked a few times before disappearing.

This... Klein was a little surprised, but remembered that Ian was still beside him, he didn't make more violent movements, he just coughed a few times and pretended to be uncomfortable.

"Mr. Moriarty, are you alright?" Ian turned around, his bright red eyes looked at Klein, who was covering his mouth with his left hand, and asked softly.

"Cough, cough." After wearing a human skin mask for a long time, Klein, whose face was no longer able to express his expression bluntly, withdrew a smile and said with a strange expression, "It's not a big problem, it's just the influence of some extraordinary items."

With rich experience, Ian, who knew that some should be asked and some should not be asked, nodded ignorantly, then turned his head back and continued to observe the scenery outside the window.

It’s almost ten o’clock in the middle of the night, but the streets near the Backlund Bridge are filled with a steady stream of people. They walked out of the factory exit, the subway platform, and the gate of the small wharf, and finally converged on the street perpendicular to the Backlund Bridge. on the main road.

Their expressions were indifferent, their eyes were lifeless, their heads were dyed red by the crimson moonlight, and from a distance, they looked like puppets manipulated by the full moon.

Of course, today is not a blood moon.

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

Having separated from Ian, he returned to the second floor of the apartment. Klein, who was washing in the bathroom, turned on the faucet. He felt the coldness of the water in his hands. on your own face.

The clattering sound disappeared as Klein's movements slowed down. He shook the water droplets on his hands, and was about to pick up the towel he was hanging on the wall hook to the side, but his movements stagnated and he was stunned. in place.

The woman I accidentally glimpsed on the carriage just now appeared again. She floated in the mirror that was rippling like water waves, and her azure eyes were silently watching her employer.

Suddenly, for the first time, her body like a puppet appeared agility.

She raised her hands slightly, lifted the hem of her skirt, bowed slightly forward, and gave Klein a standard court ceremony.

Whoops, the towel in Klein's hand slipped from his fingers and landed on the wet, dirty ground.

This time, he didn't hide his surprise at all, and even the body movements enhanced by the "clown" made mistakes.

Because of the precedent on the carriage, after he returned to the apartment, he never turned off Spirit Vision again, but under such circumstances, the bodyguard he hired for 1,000 pounds unexpectedly appeared in his house again. before.

My spiritual intuition didn't even respond... Under the silent gaze of this young lady, Klein picked up the towel that fell on the ground in a sluggish manner.

This should also be because this young lady has no malice towards me, otherwise my spiritual intuition would have been touched when Mystery wanted to "prank" me. How could a mid-rank Beyonder be more secretive than a true god.

But is this lady really a "Rose School" person?

Although from Maric, apart from the hidden malice and madness, it is difficult for me to find the performance with the characteristics of a cult, but this lady...

Not only does she look like a delicate doll, but she also behaved as if she had received a professional aristocratic education. It can be said that she is very high-class. Even if she appears at some dances, it will not cause suspicion. The most important thing is that this young lady She is not like those "witches". Although she is beautiful, she has a degenerate temperament.

Because the thoughts in his head diverged a bit, Klein might not even realize that he was staring at this young lady for two seconds.

Suddenly, a ray of light flashed in the blue eyes of the young lady in the mirror, and her figure disappeared.

Klein, who had already stood up straight, tentatively turned on the faucet and washed the towel that had just fallen on the ground by accident. There was still a trace of shock in his eyes.

This is just like the plot described in those novels. The protagonist encounters danger, asks a female ghost to help him, and finally completes...

No, what am I thinking... He hung the washed towel back on the shelf, rubbing the surface of the human-skin mask with his right hand still soaked with water droplets, while his left hand touched the place where Azik was placed. In the copper whistle's pocket.

If the other party is really a undead-like existence, it will be more or less affected by this copper whistle that may have a secret connection with the Death Path.

The strange feeling of icy cold and softness coexisted in Klein's fingertips, but the small bathroom was still normal, and there was no trace of transcendence.

It seems that the Beyonder who is not the "corpse collector" pathway is indeed a member of the Rose School of the same pathway as Maric.

But why, I remember this pathway is not often called xenogeneic? How could there be such an existence.

Klein, who once took the opportunity to browse a lot of information behind Chanis Gate, recalled some of his memories and was a little puzzled.

He walked out of the bathroom and sat on the bed in the apartment, lost in thought.

His face was completely immobile, and there was a ghostly woman next to him, so was he going to sleep all night wearing this **** human-skin mask?

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

Intis Embassy, ​​Ambassador's Office.

Backpacker was leaning on the brown leather seat, playing with a pure gold accessory in his hand, but his pale eyes kept staring at the closed door in front of him, as if he was waiting for something.

Click.

A few minutes later, the dark wooden door was slowly pushed open. Rosago, wearing a black formal suit, blue eyes and black hair, with a beard on his chin, was expressionless, holding a kraft paper bag in his hand. document, and walked quickly to Beckland's desk.

"I got it from the informant." He glanced at the "toy" in Becker's hand, his tone was a little displeased, and he casually threw the paper bag in his hand onto the table.

Beckland, who was playing with the pure gold jewelry, had a smile on his lips, and gently placed the jewelry in his hand on the table. Then he took out the paper bag, disassembled the wire seal wrapped around it, and pulled out the documents inside.

"Good job." He looked at the contents of the document, the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more obvious, and the joy in his heart was directly displayed on his face.

If Detective Zeriel were still alive, he would surely find out that this is the manuscript of the third-generation difference engine that he has been longing for!

The document is full of just and scribbled fonts, with only a curly signature at the end, which occupies a large part of the place.

"Tullani von Hermerthein."

After Emperor Roselle, the genius who received the title of the greatest scientist, the father of the second-generation difference engine, turned out to be the author of this document.

As if holding a treasure, Beckland respectfully put the documents in his hand back into the paper bag and sealed it again.

This process is extremely slow, and it can be seen everywhere that he attaches great importance to this document, but the more this is, the more anger in Rosago's heart, the muffled sound of blood flowing in his ears, making him almost unable to calm down think.

His hand suddenly pressed on the paper bag that Beckland had put back on the tabletop, his body supported the tabletop with both hands, gritted his teeth and said:

"Since you installed a spy on Feysac's side, why didn't you activate it earlier?"

The light in front of him was obviously suppressed by the extremely oppressive posture, but Beckland, as if he didn't feel any pressure, lazily leaned on the leather back of the chair, and the smile on the corner of his mouth remained the same.

"If I activate him first, how can the lurker that Feysac secretly cultivated in Backlund be erased by us?"

"And even if we can kill the detective named Zeriel, we may not be able to get the documents so smoothly. Feysac, who has lost his minions and targets, will never try his best to help us share MI9." Firepower'."

The words he said were true, and the sharp rhetorical question blocked what Rosago said.

Rosago's chest twitched and he could see the emotions he had been hiding.

Just now, in order to take away this document that he had been staring at for a long time, without a secret puppet, one person went deep into the radiation area of ​​the Feysac embassy. When connecting with the spy, he was directly monitored by the same person. MI9 found out that it was almost impossible to escape.

In addition to the items and secret puppets that he had lost before, this mission has already cost Rosago too much personal wealth, and it has greatly depleted his strength.

"I will deal with the bounty hunter and Ian Wright hired by Zeriel as soon as possible. We have been staring at him for a long time." He clenched his fists, and after all, he couldn't say anything. With teasing eyes, he walked out of the office on his own.

In the splendid corridor, Rosago, who was walking like flying, suddenly stopped, staring at the red moon outside the glass window in the distance~www.wuxiamtl.com~'s handsome face gradually turned hideous.

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

"Dragon, ah, ah dragon, ah dragon that swims the sea."

The fairy's nursery rhyme kept reverberating, but the ethereal and distant singing sounded like the shriek of a wraith, piercing Alger's eardrums.

He could feel that something had changed in the air, and the power of spirituality was spreading along with the song.

"Is this the ability of the 'Ocean Singer'?" Alger, who had seen similar abilities on Captain Punisher, frowned, the muscles on his face twitched, and after a burst of pain, his left hand regained the mobility. On the contrary, the two ears seemed to spasm, and there were blue-black lines under the skin.

By taking the initiative to endure the severe pain, he took the initiative to replace the parts that were deprived of activity by the Sealed Artifact.

Now he could hardly hear normal voices in his ears anymore, instead the sharp tinnitus kept echoing, making him have to frown.

Although losing his hearing in a possible battle will weaken his coping ability, Alger, who has heard the singing of "Ocean Singer", knows very well that if he lets the weird fairy nursery rhyme echo in his ears, he will be at any time. It may be directly killed, and you don't even need to see the murderer's face!

Invisible singing floated in the humid air, and Alger, who only had vision and sense of smell left, carefully observed the surroundings and quickly switched his perspective.

Suddenly, a round water drop floated in the air without any change.

One, two, three, in Argel's slightly terrified sight, fingertip-sized drops of water were constantly bulging on the surface of his skin, and even gradually took on color.

Light pink water droplets floated in front of his eyes, and a faint blood was very obvious.

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