Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

Next to an island somewhere in the Misty Sea.

The Blue Avenger floated quietly beside a stranded and sunken ship. The huge sails on the mast were still falling. There was obviously no one on the deck, but there were faint footsteps lingering indistinctly. It seemed to be transparent and invisible. The servants are moving.

Last night, the real goal of going deep into the seabed alone, his body was hit to a certain extent, his left arm lost strength, and the slightly anemic Argel stood alone in the captain's room on the sloping ground of the sunken ship, looking at the books that had been soaked by seawater and most of them were rotten , silently.

dong dong dong.

There was a hurried knock on the door, and the first officer standing by the door frame, Kira Gauman's face was full of excitement, and his slightly flushed face was full of oil reflected from sweat.

"Captain, the brothers have already packed everything up. Looking at the big picture, there are probably nearly 20,000 pounds of property, as well as a lot of residual spiritual materials and special supplies, even the Beyonder characteristics scattered on the ship. All right."

"Extraordinary characteristics?" Alger, who had a physical injury and made an excuse not to participate in the search, turned around at the moment, his dark blue eyes looked at the first officer who was full of joy, and asked softly.

According to the rules of the Church of Storms, any "captain" who is out and about, if he only discovers unowned treasure, he can keep most of it himself, but if he obtains Beyonder characteristics in battle and exploration, he must hand it over to the church. Depending on the evaluation of the superiors, part of the spoils can be obtained.

Swept away by the sight of his captain, the first mate, who was a little overwhelmed by joy, shuddered, stunned for a moment, and then quickly said:

"Yes, there are about seven Beyonder characteristics found on those corpses, most of which belong to the 'Peeper' pathway, and only one belongs to the 'Craftsman', Captain, we will make a lot of money!"

After talking, the first officer became excited again, and finally even involuntarily raised his right hand and slapped his chest hard.

"Praise the storm." After calculating the approximate harvest this time, Alger raised the corners of his mouth, also tapped on his chest, and sincerely returned the salute.

"Peepers" belong to the rare auxiliary talents of the Church of Storms. The Church already has the potion formulas from Sequence Nine to Sequence Seven. Even if this ship has a higher mid-sequence characteristic, it is entrusted to the Church's "artisan" to do it. To become a Sealed Artifact is not a small feat, not to mention that this time they themselves got a "craftsman" characteristic.

Alger nodded with satisfaction, walked out of the captain's room with a small stride, and explained to the first mate who followed him in a deep voice:

"Be optimistic about all the features. This time the situation is special. We must not let the punisher take our credit."

He walked to the deck and looked down at the crew who were regularly arranging the spoils. His dark blue eyes were hurt by the sunlight that penetrated through the clouds of fish scales and the reflections of gold coins and gems in the wooden boxes. He couldn't help raising his right hand to block the above the forehead.

On the bronzed skin, an illusory dark blue brilliance flashed.

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

"There is a strong, depraved aura on it." Karl Bryan, who was meticulously organized, with a pair of exquisite glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose, was carefully observing the decomposing body from the square in the police morgue.

A strange stream of light was reflected on his mirrors, and he was constantly changing forms, decomposing, and reorganizing. It seemed that some kind of special "deciphering" was going on, but due to the power behind the corpse, the deduction could not be successful.

Dunn, who didn't know much about autopsy and had only learned some basic skills with Frye before, silently watched the operation of this Machine Heart member without saying a word.

Because he had used "Darkness" once before, he felt very tired now, and even felt the negative effects of this sealed artifact on his body.

The glasses-shaped sealed item that is standing on the bridge of his nose seems to have come from the hands of a powerful "craftsman", and the negative effects are surprisingly low, especially for Dunn, the negative effects of this item, as long as it is not himself. The condition is not good, or he wears it for too long, he will not even feel it.

Watching the passage of time and Mr. Carr's frowning, Dunn took the initiative to say:

"It doesn't seem like a trace of 'devil' and 'shepherd' committing crimes."

Although he has never really seen the "shepherd" in his past career, when he first became the captain of the Nighthawks squad, Dunn had seen a similar scene in the dream teaching in the Church of Winter.

Karl, who had been using the magical item for too long, took off his glasses, and while moving his body, he took out a bottle of clear potion from his pocket and poured it on the glasses.

Crashing, the liquid flowing out of the glass tube seemed to be bound by some force, and a drop that did not fall flowed onto the two lenses, and then slowly disappeared.

Taking back the glass tube and putting on his glasses again, Carl looked at Dunn, who was silent, and explained with a smile:

"It's not that kind of permanent magical item, just some special potion, and I can use it as normal glasses."

Having said that, the Mr. Carr glanced at the incomplete and ferocious corpse beside him again, and then he became serious and answered Dunn's doubts just now:

"It's not necessarily that the degenerate aura belongs to the 'devil' and the 'shepherd'. It may also be that the perpetrator himself was infected with strong pollution before committing such a crime."

"You mean that someone secretly spread pollution in the Eastern District. This case is related to the rotting male corpse that has been published in the newspapers and the Ripper?" Dunn guessed, recalling the many cases he had seen in the newspapers recently.

Karl, who had already done the basic investigation, took off his gloves and answered with his head down.

"Perhaps, who knows, we don't have an exact statement at the moment, we can only wait for the next crime, and then arrive at the scene faster, you know, if it is really a 'devil', you can never be before the crime. find him."

They walked out of the morgue in the basement of the police station together and watched Carl hand over the key to the inspector waiting at the door. Dunn retracted his gaze and said in a mellow voice:

"I recently planned to use the cover of a newspaper reporter to go to the Eastern District to investigate."

"The newspaper office, this may be a good method. As long as it doesn't show obvious malice, it shouldn't alert those 'devils'." Carl chewed on the idea Dunn had just mentioned, nodded slightly and agreed, "But I advise you to do better. Be conservative, the 'devil' is no less dangerous than the 'Rose Bishop' you encountered last time, and even more difficult to some extent."

Thinking back to the "devil" he had only seen in documents and materials, Carl couldn't help blinking his eyes, his expression became serious, and he glanced at the informant beside him.

"I know." Dunn replied softly, but the pace quickened again.

On the other side of the first floor of the police station, an old-fashioned woman was standing by the gate, as if she was consulting something.

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

In a hotel in the East District, Klein, who was in the bathroom, looked at himself in the mirror, nodded with satisfaction, and immediately opened the small door, and walked out with a suit of formal clothes that were out of tune with the environment.

He carefully spread the black formal clothes he wore on weekdays on the bed in the room, quickly folded it, and pressed it under the quilt.

Phew, then there should be no problem... Klein, who was wearing a dark gray worker's uniform, stepped back and looked at the bunk that had no signs of bulging. He sat on it and pulled it out from his pocket. A small folding mirror and a bunch of strange little things were painted on the face.

Directly in front of him, on the dirty glass of the hotel room, the lady bodyguard with a soft hat and a delicate face appeared quietly.

She seemed to have found an illusory high-back chair and sat down, supporting her right elbow with her left palm and her cheek with her right hand. With an expressionless expression, she carefully "appreciated" Klein's performance on her face.

I feel like I'm a clown now... Klein, who never thought that his bodyguard seemed to have such a hobby, the corners of his mouth twitched, the speed of his hands suddenly increased, and his ice-blue eyes no longer looked around from time to time. , but focused on himself in the mirror, and completed the remaining steps in just one minute.

As he carefully placed the fake beard under his nose, he breathed a sigh of relief, moved his gaze, and looked at the window a little further away.

It turns out that she likes "going to the theater"... Klein, who had already dressed up, looked at his older self in the folding mirror, so he put away the various props scattered by the bed~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The back was slightly bent. , walked out of the room.

On the streets of the East District, from a distance, he looks like a worker next to him, even because he even buys second-hand clothes, so that apart from the brilliance in his eyes and his hands without calluses, he can hardly see it. It turned out that he was not an old worker who had lived in the East District for many years, but was more like a former middle-class person who had been misfortuned into this **** on earth because of various experiences.

Klein, who has sold all his trophies and obtained enough gold pounds, has not come to his door through his advertisement in the newspaper recently, so he intends to take advantage of his rare spare time to pay attention to what he has heard for a long time, but The Rotten Man and the Ripper that have never been known in depth.

As a former night watchman, of course he didn't have to take risks himself, but he went to solve the problem himself.

But the strong imprint of his time as a guardian still drives him to do his best to fight against the madness and darkness lurking around the world.

I don't need to do much, I just need to find relevant clues, and then anonymously deliver it to the church's mailbox, there will be special official personnel to deal with this matter...

Although I didn't meet reporter Mike at the newspaper office today, Klein still took advantage of lunch time to sort out all the crime sites in the newspaper.

Among them, compared with the Ripper cases, which were irregular, the rotting male corpse cases were relatively concentrated in the East District and the Backlund Bridge area. Most of the corpses appeared in the sewers and the Tussock River.

And the place where the first body was found is here... Klein, who had made a certain disguise, stood in front of a garbage recycling station on the edge of the Eastern District and walked in voluntarily.

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