Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

Williams Street, Atomic House.

Miller Carter, who could have been working all night since getting older, has also shown fatigue, and the graying of his temples is more obvious under the light that has just been hung in the living room.

"Sir, the police station said it's all right, but Detective Evans has already participated in the investigation of the police organization, so he shouldn't be able to investigate what's in the basement." Wearing a dark blue formal suit, he has recently gradually shifted from a valet to a valet. Angelo, who was transformed by the housekeeper, was standing upright in the empty and cluttered living room, speaking to his employer at a normal speed.

Waiting for the news, Mr. Carter, who was afraid that the police would expand the investigation, slowly took out a custom-made silk scarf from the side pocket of his suit vest, rubbed his bloodshot eyes lightly, and said in a low voice:

"I know, things in the basement are like this first, but in other places, you must pay attention to the workers, don't talk about today's affairs, and get the house done as soon as possible."

"Yes." Angelo gave a simple salute with a respectful attitude, and then quickly backed out, leaving the quiet environment to the employer alone, preparing to arrange today's carriage.

As a businessman with a relatively strong family background, Miller Carter will definitely not let himself live in a house that is being renovated. He has already reserved a private room in the West District that matches his identity, but he only sleeps every day. Will go back there, and most of the time he will stay in his newly bought mansion and company, overseeing the renovation of the house.

Looking at the young servant who was leaving, the elderly Mr. Carter also grabbed the gold-encrusted cane that he had placed in his hand, and stood up tremblingly, ready to take a breath of air in advance.

Just when the old gentleman, who had his hands on the cane and was pounding all the weight of his body with his thin hands, was about to get up, he suddenly felt a lazy urge to just wait for the servant to come back and help him up.

Alas, I'm still getting old... He looked at the newspaper beside him that he had been neglecting, grabbed it and spread it out gently, using the fairly stable light to start the time.

But after just reading it, the old gentleman seemed to have found something that could attract him.

Sherlock Moriarty, M.Sc. Criminal Investigation from Lemburg University, from Midsea County...

Another private detective from Jianhai County, and his knowledge is no less than that of Mr. Evans, and his identity does not need to be restrained.

In just a few seconds of weight, Mr. Carter put away the newspaper that had been stained with a lot of dust. His withered fingers carefully folded in half along the axis of symmetry, and he was ready to put it into his suit jacket.

Suddenly, a familiar footstep sounded outside the door. Mr. Carter looked up and saw a familiar outline, which he recognized as Angelo, who was acting as his temporary housekeeper.

His slightly cloudy eyeballs stopped for a while, and then he responded smartly. Obviously, he made some judgments. He took out the newspaper that had not yet been put in his pocket, and said to the tall young servant:

"Tomorrow, no, the day after, help me get in touch with this Moriarty detective."

"Okay, sir." Angelo took the newspaper handed over by his employer with his familiar hands, and put it into his jacket with a respectful attitude, "Sir, the carriage has arrived."

With the help of his servants, Mr. Carter, who had completed all the arrangements for the day, managed to get up without much effort and walked to the private carriage in the courtyard outside the door alone.

Maybe those cops will come back to do something else, and find that detective tomorrow, even if they really find something, it's not easy to deal with... Miller Carter took a last look at the mansion behind him, After that, he withdrew his gaze, and let the servant support him and waited for the carriage.

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

That's all I can do today. I didn't expect that I would meet "audiences" when I did anything... Klein, who had left the East District and returned to his usual clothes, walked off the place where he was sitting just now. Hire the carriage, lightly tap the chain-blade cane in his hand, and slowly paced into the front door of the apartment.

Strangely, this time, he didn't see Boss Aigron who had been sitting at the front desk. In the entire hall, only the lights from the gas lamps on the front desk table flickered.

Feeling a little surprised, Klein then took out the pocket watch on the chest of his shirt, opened it with a snap, and glanced at the current time.

It's already eleven o'clock, no wonder... He slowed down, eased his steps, and even used the ability of the "Joker" to walk up the stairs almost silently, his cane hanging in the air.

The lights in the corridor were still not bright enough, and the decorative paintings on the walls on both sides looked a little scary at the moment, as if the characters in the paintings really sealed the unknown souls. No matter how he looked at it, Klein felt that someone was watching. own.

He couldn't help but quicken his pace.

Suddenly, he saw a light hanging in front of him, and when he looked closely, he found that it was Mr. Agron who had not been seen at the front desk just now.

It may be because there is another middle-aged man in a police uniform standing beside him. The expression on this gentleman's face is extremely unhappy, and there is a cold aura everywhere.

I really don't know why, this gentleman doesn't seem to like me very much... I was a little surprised by this, but Klein, who was not nervous, adjusted his expression and walked up to him quickly.

Anyway, he always used Sherlock Moriarty's face in Backlund. He was confident that no one could discover his true identity.

As a person, there is still a need for surprise. After all, even when he came into contact with Detective Zeriel, he made a certain disguise. If it was really exposed, it would definitely not be an ordinary police officer who came to him.

Of course, looking at the inspector's armband, it cannot be ruled out whether it is an official Beyonder who has changed to another level of identity... Klein, with a hint of surprise on his face, has already stood at Aegron. in front of Mr.

According to the routine he had seen, he first glanced at the police officer in a panic, and then asked Mr. Agron, who was holding the lantern in his hand calmly and with an impatient face written on his face:

"Mr. Agron, what's the situation, why are you and this police officer standing at my door."

Unexpectedly, Klein can be called superb acting. He didn't seem to impress the landlord. Instead, he raised the corners of his mouth sarcastically, and quickly pressed it down again. He said in an angry deep voice:

"How do I know, you should ask the police officer."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at the police inspector who was half a head taller than him, and said in a low voice:

"Mr. Faxin, he has come back, can I go back to rest?"

Wearing a black and white checkered uniform, the sheriff known as Mr. Faxin nodded slightly and said mildly:

"Of course, thank you for your help, Mr. Agron. I will explain the rest to Mr. Moriarty myself."

After receiving a positive answer, Mr. Aigron stopped staying, knocked away Klein who was in front of him, and left here directly, taking away the last light.

As the lantern gradually faded away, in the dark corridor, only the crimson debris scattered by the red moon outside the window was left, and the shadows, paintings, and even the living two people were all dyed with a shadowy shadow. of monsters.

"Heh, don't be afraid, Mr. Moriarty, I'm just here to ask you something." Sheriff Faxin, who had a serious expression and an ordinary face, with only short hair that was still conspicuous, smiled gently, pointing his left hand to the side of the Wooden door, "I think we can go in and talk."

Klein, who was secretly looking at the sheriff, was stunned for a moment, and then he politely made a gesture of please, took the initiative to open the door of the apartment for the sheriff, and walked in.

He didn't put down the cane in his hand, but changed to a more natural movement, bringing a chair from the other direction of the room and placing it across the sofa.

bang.

The Fasin Sheriff didn't seem too attentive, closing the door a little louder.

He stroked his short hair, looked around at the layout of the apartment, and sat across from Klein on the only single sofa in the apartment.

"Hehe, don't be nervous, it's just a normal inquiry. This is my certificate."

It seemed that Klein, who was opposite him, was a little nervous. Sheriff Faxin took the initiative to show his ID and handed it to Klein, who was sitting in a chair, looking a little cramped.

Since that Mr. Agron has let you in, can it still be fake?

In other words, even if it's fake, how could it not even have something of this level... Klein, who has some control over the situation, calmly took the document wrapped in leather armor and roughly scanned it. At a glance, it was returned.

"Of course I trust your identity, do you have any questions for me?"

Sitting on the sofa, his movements unconsciously became somewhat leisurely. Sheriff Faxin changed his posture, his left leg was raised above his right leg, and his body leaned forward:

"Have you seen someone named Zeriel recently? Someone saw you with him."

"I hope to hear you tell me the reason in detail, preferably the truth."

It turned out to be Zeriel... Klein frowned, and his right hand subconsciously supported his higher hairline after the disguise~www.wuxiamtl.com~ looked tangled, and paused for a long time before calming down. Breathe slowly:

"Yes, I did accept the employment of that Mr. Detective."

After speaking, he paused again, as if something was stuck in his throat, and his brows became more and more wrinkled. After a while, he continued to speak, and his tone even gradually became a little excited:

"But he just let me, just let me help him get rid of some gang stalkers, and before I even had time to ask for the pay, the detective disappeared, and I only heard about him in a bar in the East End. There seems to be something disgraceful, but it has absolutely nothing to do with me."

Because this really invested a certain amount of Klein's feelings, so for ordinary people, it seems to be a convincing argument.

Just like this Sheriff Fasin.

His body, which was already leaning forward, moved further forward, clasping his hands together.

"Then why did anyone see you leave the detective's body and run away?"

what!

How could there be anyone else at that time!

Klein, who suddenly broke out in a cold sweat behind his back, almost trembled. It was all because of the "clown"'s ability that he didn't make any obvious movements. It became blurred through layers of thick glass.

Sheriff Faxin in front of him also evoked a mocking smile, no longer gentle.

It's all so familiar, it's like returning to that night in Tingen.

Watching the sheriff's face dissolve and reorganize a little bit, and the weird granulation sprouting out of his skin wriggled back to its original position, a handsome man with black hair and blue eyes was smiling at Klein and said softly:

"At night, it's best not to open the door for others indiscriminately."

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