Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

"So, aren't we going back to the apartment?" Klein looked at the scenery outside the car window, looked at the reading houses with their own gardens, and asked softly as he turned to Mr. Agron, who was sitting upright on the leather chair.

This gentleman is surrounded by a wooden cabinet full of various fine wines, but he has always maintained his standard soldier's sitting posture, closing his eyes and resting.

Now, his brows, which had finally calmed down, suddenly slowly wrinkled again.

"Go back to the apartment now, and you'll meet directly with MI9 agents."

"Why, do you want to go to the headquarters of MI9 to experience the 'Interrogator' special service?"

No, I think I'd better get back to the apartment later...hopely MI9 agents don't steal my clothes and change from the suitcases like the cops elsewhere.

Although he thought so, Klein adjusted his sitting posture and tried to make himself appear more serious.

"So where are we going now?"

Mr. Agron, whose eyes were tightly closed, suddenly moved his neck, his blue eyes fixed on Klein's, and he pointed out the window.

"Just walk around, we're going back to the apartment after the day."

what! ! !

The luxurious carriage stopped suddenly, and a shrill scream cut through the tranquility of the night.

In the air filled with the smell of coal ash and the choking pale yellow mist, there was a faint smell of blood mixed in for no apparent reason.

Ever since he no longer concealed his identity, Mr. Aigron has always been as neat as a soldier and turned his head quickly, and with his right hand, he familiarly pulled out a revolver from under his formal jacket.

Silently, his eyes were dyed with a layer of gold, and from the unique perspective of "Dream Walker", everything outside the carriage window seemed to become clearer and slower.

His free left hand patted the barrier between the carriage and the driver, and whispered:

"Stop here, we'll get off now."

After speaking, he waved his hand back again, signaling Klein to follow his movements and jump out of the decelerating carriage together.

With the ability of the "clown", Klein with a chain-blade cane in one hand and a revolver in the other fell silently, tapped his toes, and slowly moved to Mr. Aigron's side.

"Why do we get off here?" Klein, who had silently turned on his spiritual vision, pressed his right thumb against the head of the chain-blade cane, lowered his voice and barely moved his lips.

Looking at something, Mr. Agron, whose eyes kept moving, slowly lowered the revolver he held with one hand, and said without moving his head:

"The breath of the 'devil' is nearby."

"demon"?

Klein, who had only heard Dunn describe similar cases, regained his energy, and his right hand holding the chain-blade cane became even stronger.

He glanced at Aegron, who was already jogging forward, and immediately followed.

I heard that "devils" have all kinds of evil abilities and are very good at frontal combat...and...he was running, he lowered his head slightly, glanced at the cane in his hand, and his mood became even heavier. .

Judging from the power stimulated when using it, that filthy aura is undoubtedly derived from the "devil". If it is just a weapon that is not supported by Beyonder characteristics and has such great destructive power, then the real "devil"... .

Klein, who was on alert with Aegron and hurried in the direction of the more **** smell, immediately quickened his pace, leaned over to Aegron and said in a low voice:

"Does the 'devil' have any weaknesses?"

The former military major who was running with a gun in a standard posture was stunned for a moment, and then explained reluctantly:

"I'm not very clear, but 'devils' are generally able to detect their own malicious intentions in advance. If they want to cause harm to them, they can hardly rely on traps."

He swallowed a little bit of saliva, his lips that had not been drinking for a long time were chapped, and his pace continued to speed up, and continued:

"And different 'devils' also have their own performance in some characteristics. Their abilities will have different effects. They may be more suitable for melee combat, while some may also be more suitable for sneak attacks."

"Demons" all have different aptitudes?

Aren't the abilities of Beyonders all derived from Beyonder characteristics? With the same Beyonder characteristics, why are different abilities created on different "demons"? Klein frowned gradually.

After the rest on the carriage just now, his spirituality recovered a little, and "Mystery" also helped him suppress the negative effects of the human skin mask, otherwise his remaining spirituality would not be able to support him in a battle.

Soon, under the leadership of the experienced Mr. Agron, they turned into a dim alley.

The scent of fresh blood here is more intense, and even the corpse killed by the sulfur fireball is now escaping the mist of blood that is constantly transpiring.

In the depths of the alley, a female corpse, whose belly was ripped off, exposing a mass of internal organs and two ribs on the right side, was hanging miserably on a garbage bin full of rubbish, her head hanging weakly.

This... Klein frowned, his eyes kept rolling, carefully searching for possible potential spiritual light from the perspective blessed by spiritual vision.

"No need, that 'devil' has already left." Mr. Agron, who was standing silently on one side, suddenly put down the revolver in his hand, his eyes still flashing with a faint golden light, and he walked towards the corpse in a hurry.

Klein, who almost pulled out the chain-blade cane, was slightly startled. After a few seconds of silence, he still retracted the revolver. At the same time, he climbed on the cane with his left hand, silently exerting force, and turning his wrist.

A straight sword composed of dozens of blades was drawn from the round scabbard, and crimson flames ignited.

Klein, who held the sword in his right hand, pointed diagonally to the ground, and clenched the scabbard of the chain-blade cane in his left hand, slowly following Mr. Agron's pace.

After walking in, everything on the trash can appeared clearer in the eyes of Klein, who had been endowed with a certain night vision ability by spiritual vision, and the details hidden in the night were also exposed.

This female corpse, who had lost most of her internal organs, was attacked by brimstone flames. Her neck was also pierced by sharp teeth, and her trachea was completely exposed to the air. As for the missing flesh and blood in her abdomen, it should have been after death torn.

I'm afraid this is the real reason for this lady's death... Klein looked down, slowly relieved, and shook his head gently.

If it was an ordinary person, after being attacked by the brimstone flames, it might have been polluted and killed by the cursed breath mixed in the flames, but the garbage scattered around and scratches everywhere showed that this lady had tried to resist.

There is no doubt that she is an Extraordinary, a low-rank wild Extraordinary.

In fact, all of this does not require special analysis, because Aegron, who was one step ahead, has already placed the female corpse on the ground in an orderly manner, and took off a ball of Beyonder characteristics that had just precipitated out from her neck and shone with pale light.

"As soon as he died, the 'devil' just fled..." He silently looked at the details of the wound on the corpse and couldn't help sighing.

Afterwards, he put his left hand on his knee, his arm exerted strength, and stood up from the ground to look at the deep scratches on the surrounding walls, and kept throwing up in his hands to catch the Beyonder characteristics obtained from the female corpse.

After observing for a long time, he withdrew his gaze and said to Klein beside him:

"That's the crazy Ripper you saw in the papers this morning."

I always thought it was just a "serial killer"... Klein frowned slightly, and the flame on the chain-blade straight sword in his hand went out, leaving only a choking smell of sulfur.

He carefully put away the weapons he spent a lot of money on, and then raised his head and asked:

"Has MI9 intervened in any related investigations?"

Aegron, whose brows were slightly relaxed at first, suddenly seemed to be electrocuted, his brows furrowed instantly, and he looked sharply at Sherlock Moriarty, who had a suspicious identity.

"That's not your concern."

"Then what about this corpse, shall we notify the police now?" Feeling an invisible pressure, Klein tried his best to control his expression. Change the subject.

The gold in his eyes disappeared, and Aegron, whose blue eyes were no longer sharp, looked away and walked out of the alley.

"Don't worry, the police will find the body here tomorrow. You shouldn't want to live in the police station today, right?"

Aegron's lonely figure gradually became farther away, but it became clearer in the reflection in Klein's eyes.

The Ripper thing seems to be hiding some secrets.

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

In the apartment room where an assassination took place before midnight ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ MI9's investigation did not leave any traces here, but only took away the bloodstains left by Rosago's body on the ground, except for the chain on the ground. The damage caused by the blade cane, and the moving chairs, seemed to be no different from the usual time when the owner was away.

Now, the not-so-blazing sun has risen from the east, and the long-lost warmth has once again radiated into the city of Wandu, which is always shrouded in mist, and the warm golden light slipped into the room through the half-opened window. A piece of his own imprint was sprinkled in the vast space.

pat.

With a soft sound, Klein, who was wearing a double-breasted coat and carrying a cane inlaid with gold, pushed open the carefully closed door and walked slowly into the room.

He looked at everything in the room, his icy blue eyes kept rolling, and finally stopped on the sofa where Rosago once sat, sighing in relief.

Fortunately, MI9 doesn't look down on my little things... Fortunately, I put the things I bought from the party hosted by the "eye of wisdom" on the gray fog in advance, otherwise I guess I just came back Will be invited to have tea by MI9.

It's just been a chaotic night, and now he just wants to wash his face and fall asleep, and he doesn't want to think about anything else.

He took off his coat in a clunky manner, turned left with a familiar gesture, and walked to the bathroom.

I don't know if Miss Bodyguard was implicated by me. She should have left... Klein, who stretched his hands under the running water faucet and looked up at the mirror on the wall, suddenly stopped in place.

In the mirror reflecting a little golden light, a lady wearing a black palace dress, as delicate and beautiful as a puppet, with blue eyes.

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