Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

The air in Backlund today is not very good, and it can even be ranked first in the previous records.

Mark, who inherited the job of a junkyard coachman from his father, struggled to drag the sack in his hand and slowly dragged it from this end to the trolley in the center of the junkyard.

The smell of dank soot mixed with the smell of rotting meat afflicted him, which had lost his sensitive nose, and weakened his already unhealthy body.

"Is this the last car today?" Another worker at the junkyard, two pairs of thugs Kulaf rubbed against the linen coat on his body, as if to scrape off all the filth in his palms.

With his hair more than half gray, Mark, with muscular body but deformed distribution, slammed the sack onto the scooter, shook his hand, and half yawned and half sighed:

"If there are no other cars coming, this should be the last car today. Anyway, I didn't hear that there are still guests today."

Saying that, this brawny man who was not old and aging wiped his hands, paused for a while, and then rolled his eyes, remembering what seemed to be his past.

Looking at the appearance of his memories, Kuraf, who was relatively short in stature and not so strong in muscles, couldn't help widening his eyes, and said with some fear:

"There shouldn't be any more, since the old gentleman gave us a big order, and this intractable thing is enough for us. Now I have nightmares every night."

He lowered his voice and looked around. In the end, he almost vomited because he recalled his work during the day.

After thinking for a while, the muscular Mark relaxed and continued to wipe his hands.

"It should be gone. That club has not sent out orders recently. That should be all for today."

Phew... After hearing the affirmative answer, Kuraf let out a long, undisguised sigh and moved away from the scooter, intending to change his clothes just like that.

"I'll leave the rest to you, I really can't do it today."

He walked with a heavy gait, one step at a time, and finally stopped and fell to the ground.

At the scooter behind him, Mark, who was still very energetic just now, also threw away the hands that he had just gripped the scooter handle, and fell into the arms of a man wearing a clown mask and a dark gray worker's uniform.

Under the man's feet, a talisman made of sterling silver reflected the light of the red moon and gradually disintegrated.

A little silver light flickered, and the flying particles gradually disappeared. It seemed that the sacrifice had been completed and flew to the higher heaven.

This man was exactly Klein who had gone through the triple disguise. Because it was a covert operation, he did not bring the chain-blade cane he just bought, but put it in the hotel room in the Eastern District along with the clothes.

He had been hiding in the shadows of the garbage dump just now, lacking in attack methods, until he was completely sure that there were only two workers left here, and then he used the ability of the "clown" to tricky throw a few sleeping spells. Down with these two workers.

It's a pity, the spell I made by myself is really not as good as the original... Klein looked at the place where the spell fell just now, and put it down gently because he suddenly "falls asleep" and almost fell into the scooter, and was dragged into it by himself. Mark in his arms began to flip through his pockets.

He glanced around vigilantly and said to the air beside him:

"Can I trouble you to help monitor the situation nearby?"

"I want to channel now."

The bodyguard lady with blonde hair and blue eyes suddenly appeared in the air, her thin body and too pale skin, now appearing against the background of the red moon and pitch black, she looked more like a ghost than ever before.

It's just that her delicate face and calm look might make people mistaken for a holy soul.

She nodded without seeming to move, and immediately hid her body again, but Klein could already feel some changes in the surrounding environment, becoming more gloomy, as if undead lingered.

Because he didn't know how much power the spell he made could reach the original power, Klein slowly sighed in relief, then turned around, looked at the two sleepy workers, and decided to drive the carriage first, as if he knew more the Mark.

He was familiar with the creation of a spiritual wall, and through the barrier around him, he prayed to the "mystery" almost silently, and directly started the psychic ritual.

In the fragrance of the tranquility potion, Klein once again experienced the strange feeling of being alive.

But this time, instead of a lot of magical and hazy sights around him, he went directly into the "storm" that surrounded Mark's spiritual body, and faced his hazy spirit.

"I want to know, where did the decomposing body found at the entrance of the garbage factory come from?"

"What happened behind the scenes?"

Hearing Klein's calm voice, Mark opened his mouth blankly without any hesitation. After two seconds of silence, he slowly recounted his memories.

"It was from the Golden Rose Club, a dance hall in the Chorwood district. We received their order and started pulling garbage from there."

"Because there were too many things on the car that day and the road was not easy to walk, the body fell out."

"Fortunately, the police don't know the specific situation. They just asked a few questions and left, but those reporters often come to ask questions, which is very annoying."

Golden Rose Club, Ballroom?

Isn't this the kind of place... Klein, who had heard of many similar cases on the Internet, but didn't think he would encounter it personally, was startled, and then the floating spirit body frowned.

Why is it in Chowood District? Most of the corpses were found near the Backlund Bridge, and judging from the photos in the newspaper, those corpses were more like traces of corrosion caused by something, not traces of normal decay at all.

As a former "keyboard powerhouse", Klein has a natural sensitivity to these things, and continued to ask:

"Is the club you told your companions the Golden Rose?"

"What about the order that the old gentleman entrusted?"

"That club is the Golden Rose. We signed with them, signed, yes, signed the contract. We have to help them deal with the meat left over from the dance hall and some troublesome things." Mark's blank eyes returned a little brilliance. , but still answered Klein's question mechanically, speaking faster and more natural.

The troublesome thing is probably these corpses... It shouldn't just be transported to the garbage dump, otherwise, even if there are very few people here, they will be found sooner or later... Klein's mouth gradually turned up, because it was spiritual body, the brown eyes that had lost all disguise narrowed into a slit.

"That old gentleman, what's the matter with him?"

He looked at Mark, who seemed to have recovered his sanity and was about to wake up. The spirituality spread on the surface of his body, and he was ready to retreat at any time.

In a psychic state, Mark, who had been acting ignorantly, suddenly frowned and his face became painful.

"Old gentleman, old gentleman, I don't remember what he looked like, he just said let us help with the garbage in the sewers...I, I..."

Klein looked at Mark, whose expression became hideous, bowed his waist, hugged his head and mourned, and his spiritual intuition began to vibrate.

not good!

Klein, who had already experienced many times of psychic overturning, immediately turned his thoughts, and his spiritual body instantly returned to his real body, feeling a little cold on the side of his cheek.

He turned his head suddenly, only to find that the indifferent Miss Bodyguard was standing beside him at this moment, her blue eyes reflecting the figure struggling on the ground.

In silence, the young lady's figure suddenly faded, as if she was drawn into Mark's eyes on the ground by some kind of gravitational force.

Is this possession? Klein, who found that his bodyguard was acting more and more like a female ghost, was standing there, but he already had the remaining spells in his hands.

It turns out that the "wraith" that "mysterious" said means this... Klein recalled the term that he heard above the gray fog that day, but was ignored by him at the time, and secretly observed that it had already floated from Mark's body. Miss bodyguard who came out, nodded secretly.

"There was a hint on him, and your question just touched the crux of the hint." Miss Bodyguard, who had been following Klein's side like an observer, said without warning.

hint?

Hearing the ethereal and clear voice of Miss Bodyguard, Klein felt a little scared for a while.

Since he traveled here, there seemed to be hints and other things around him all the time, and arrangements were everywhere, causing Klein to even suffer from PTSD.

"Is it still dangerous now?" Considering what he had encountered in the past, Klein turned to ask Miss Bodyguard beside him.

The bodyguard, whose body was light-colored and translucent, swept across the line of sight after hearing the sound. The blue eyes were clear and transparent, like natural sapphire.

Knowing that Klein was a little flustered by being stared at, she said in an ethereal voice:

"As long as the other party doesn't deliberately look for it, they shouldn't find it."

She glanced at Klein, who had many disguises on his face, and continued:

"You have made so many disguises, and the other party should not be able to see your original appearance."

Yes, after all, under this camouflage, I still have the identity of Sherlock Moriarty, Klein Moretti, and even Zhou Mingrui... It seems that I am reminded of Zhou Mingrui. Name, he thought of another existence for no reason, and the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened.

Glancing at the two workers on the ground again, and seeing their gradually dishonest bodies, Klein nodded to Miss Bodyguard. One of the two disappeared out of thin air, and the other slipped into the shadow on the side with a neat movement and lost it. trace.

After another ten seconds, Mark and Kulaf, who were lying on the icy ground, slowly got up and looked at each other blankly, apparently forgetting what happened just now.

And on the street in the distance, a slightly stooped, old-faced worker was walking alone under the dim yellow streetlight. The shadow behind him was slender and strangely shaped, as if there was another person walking with him. same line

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