Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

Klein put his hands on the armrests of the stone high-back chair, his head lowered, and he didn't know what to think.

As long as I agree, you can pull me directly into the gray fog? He recalled all the things he had done on the gray fog since his "traveling".

It is true that he can climb the gray fog when he is not an Extraordinary, and every time "Mystery" makes a move, whether it is to restrain himself or interrupt his actions, he only uses his own power.

He never once cut off the connection between me and the gray fog, and even every time I tried to mobilize the power, He just used his own power to extinguish the throbbing of the gray fog... He couldn't cut me and the gray fog. connect?

Is it because we are really alone? Klein pondered this question that he had thought about many times, hesitantly nodded, and his voice was mellow.

"This should be considered good news."

"Mystery" did not respond to him, but just sat silently in the position of "World", watching from a distance.

Some Klein, who didn't know what to say, shook a few times, and then seemed to remember something, pointing at the gold pounds stacked on the long bronze table.

"You really handed me over for this?"

"Otherwise, don't you care about the banknotes issued by Augustus?" "Mystery" raised his eyebrows and asked rhetorically.

I... Klein was trapped in his chest and wanted to argue, but he found that his usual performance seemed to be similar to what the half body said, so he could only pause and pretend he didn't hear it.

No matter how much I want to see these gold pounds, it is impossible for me to take them down now... Miss Bodyguard is probably in the apartment right now... Thinking about it, Klein, who was frowning and staring, suddenly Startled for a moment, he suddenly remembered something that he ignored just now, but was extremely important to him.

He looked at the half-body who was sitting across from him, his facial features were soft, and his appearance was more harmless than his own.

"Can you interfere with the bodyguard beside me, just to make her have a certain cognitive impairment to the outside world, or to me?"

"For example, she will automatically ignore my appearance, or directly ignore some of my behaviors as a matter of course."

The more Klein spoke, the more guilty he felt, and under the silent gaze of "mysterious", his slightly thin body could not help shrinking back.

"It's not a big deal." "Mystery" didn't think much about it, and directly agreed to Klein's request, but he had always been calm and indifferent, and there was a rare hint of hesitation at this time.

Looking at the half-length inquiring expression, this god, who has not felt the real feeling of the body for many years, nodded slightly and said:

"After all, at this age, there should be an impulse in that regard."

what! Klein, who was still relatively guilty at first, suddenly blushed and almost jumped up from his seat.

What the **** was he thinking!

Before being a "traveling", he hadn't even talked about his girlfriend, and how could Klein, who had given advice to his best friend at the most, be so slandered.

He just wanted to refute, but he couldn't open his mouth.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that the words he said just now are really easy to make people think wrong... Klein, who was still quite excited, made a mistake later, and sat upright again, a little embarrassed.

"I'm just, that mask, I've been wearing it for too long, and I can't make any expression on my face." He lowered his head and weakly expressed his troubles.

The gray fog was still permeating, and the crimson stars were still dazzling, but this was the first time Klein wanted to leave the gray fog after his death.

On the seat that symbolized "the world", the logo engraved on the back of the seat seemed to shake a little, and the symbols of the door, the clock, and the eye without pupils became more obvious.

"Mystery", who was originally sitting casually, sat up straight, and tapped lightly on the long table with his fingers.

dong dong dong.

"Okay, I temporarily suppressed the negative effects of that item." He looked at the confused Klein and emphasized softly, "One day."

That's right, that thing was originally drawn from history by him, and he must have a way to control it from the air. After all, when I was in a coma last time, he helped me put on a mask, and Ian didn't let Ian discover my truth. identity.

"Then, thank you." Klein held his "secret" pure black eyes and opened his lips stiffly.

Suddenly, on the high-backed chair belonging to The Fool, a burst of crimson flashed, and the quaint and tall seat became empty again.

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

"Mr. Evans, this is the Mr. Miller Carter I told you about. Like you, he is from Midsea County." One of Mr. Babbage's servants stood respectfully in Dunn's rent In the living room of No. 15 Minsk Street, where he lived, he turned to the side, and took the initiative to give up the old gentleman standing behind him.

After the case against the drawings of the third-generation difference engine ended, Mr. Babbage has been recovering from his injuries in the hospital. Until recently, he returned to his home accompanied by his children who had returned from other places.

In the previous attack, most of the servants of Babbage's mansion were injured to varying degrees, especially Norman Fried, who served the old Babbage all the year round, and was almost paralyzed, although his employer used it. He saved his legs for a lot of money, but it is estimated that he will not be able to bear normal-intensity work in the next half of his life, for example, to be a qualified housekeeper.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Claude, who is expected to become the next housekeeper, looked at Detective Evans, who was named a guest of honor by his employer, and turned his head to see that he was introduced by others and bought a Viscount. Mr. Carter, who was in the old house, quietly took a few steps back, and after completing his task, he took the initiative to give up the venue for the conversation to the two of them.

Dunn looked at the meticulous old gentleman in front of him and asked curiously:

"How did you meet Mr. Babbage?"

"Sometimes detectives also need to know the general situation of their employers?"

I have to say that the former captain of the Nighthawks team is a little nervous about some commissions because of the attack not long ago.

I learned about the newspapers and the gossip in advance, and heard that Mr. Babbage had an unusual relationship with this gentleman. The corners of Miller Carter's mouth were slightly raised, and he said kindly:

"I belong to the same chamber of commerce as Mr. Babbage."

"That's an acquaintance." Dunn looked at the old gentleman's manner, nodded with a smile, and then changed the conversation, his expression became serious, "What problems have you encountered recently, I hope I can help you."

"It's not a big problem, I believe you can help me." After speaking, he tidied up his overall appearance very neatly, but he could still see some hasty formal clothes, and took the initiative to introduce himself. The purpose of coming, "The gentleman has already introduced it just now. Like you, I used to live in Jianhai before, and only recently did I buy a house in Backlund and plan to settle down."

"It is said that the house once belonged to a viscount. Because the new generation of heirs lacked the ability, it was mortgaged and sold. After several changes, it finally came into my hands."

"I originally planned to do some renovations to this house that had been abandoned for 20 or 30 years to make it more suitable for the current style, but when I was cleaning the basement, I found a hidden secret door leading to a large area. underground building."

Miller Carter, who had a straight back and acted like a gentleman, recalled the general situation in the basement and calmly stated:

"At first, I just kept the workers and servants away from the secret door to avoid security problems, but recently, the servants who are doing the cleaning work on the outskirts of the basement suddenly reacted. There are always some strange noises, especially when the moon is clearly visible. That night, I hope you can help confirm the situation inside that underground building."

Strange sound, secret door... Dunn, who has dealt with similar cases before, pushed the glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose, and naturally crossed his hands in front of him, supporting his chin, and said solemnly:

"Why didn't you call the police? I think this should be the responsibility of the police?"

"If there is really any problem, the police will also directly intervene, and you naturally don't have to think about the injury of workers or servants."

As a former official, Dunn's way of handling things is not like a private detective, but more like a sheriff in the old days, preferring to handle things through official channels, but the way is more casual~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The attitude is more relaxed.

Miller Carter kneaded the position between his eyes, as if he was relieving his exhaustion because of his age.

"I moved to Backlund because of business matters. I heard from Mr. Babbage that you are from the Evans family. You can definitely understand that a businessman doesn't have a decent residence in Backlund. What a big obstacle in the social arena, my business requires me to tidy up my new home recently, and a dance party of a sufficient scale is needed to help me really step into the local circle of Backlund.”

"I know that such an entrustment has certain risks, so I am willing to pay more. I hope you can keep it secret for me and not let more people know about it."

More people, such as government departments?

The dark red eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses looked at the old gentleman opposite, Dunn smiled slightly and sat up straight.

If it was the real Louis Evans, maybe he would be persuaded by such rhetoric, but Dunn, who had more experience, caught the other party's true intention to conceal.

Although Mr. Carter's reasons are indeed reasonable, his desire for the underground area is also true. If the government department knows, such extra space will at least pay an additional tax.

But no matter what, there may still be some danger there... Dunn, who has a bookish overall appearance, nodded and stretched out his right hand:

"I'm glad you trust me, and I'm willing to take this commission."

Miller Carter, who heard the affirmative answer, was a little happy, but he could still keep his manners. He calmly held Dunn's outstretched hand in the air and shook it a few times.

"I look forward to your arrival."

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