Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

The fog in the morning is always thick. Klein leaned against a wooden chair in a dilapidated cafe in the east district, sipping the coffee in his hand, and stared at the second-story building that was faintly visible across the road.

For safety reasons, after he sketched out Lanvus's current appearance yesterday, he just guided Mike around the pier for a week, and after finding that there was really no clue, he assumed that nothing happened today that required his own actions, and only accepted. 40% of the originally agreed employment price, or two pounds.

When he returned to Mr. Agron's apartment yesterday, he met Ian he hadn't seen for a few days, but considering the actions that might happen recently, he subconsciously refuted Ian's enthusiasm for helping, and only handed over a few gold coins. After pounding, he was asked to investigate the newly appointed "Patrick" of the dock union through the influence of the Backlund gang.

In fact, with Ian as a guide, it was easier for me to move around in the East End, but even with the support of a "stand-in" and a chain-blade cane, it was difficult for me to be confident that I could get out of danger in the event of danger, let alone bring a A child with no fighting ability anymore...

After learning of Lanvus' whereabouts, Klein was not as excited as he thought, but surprisingly calm. After the initial tremor, he rationally analyzed the general situation.

Although the Aurora Club is also loyal to "mystery" to a certain extent, and in the Tingen incident, the Aurora Club itself did not directly participate in the plan of the true creator's coming, but was also used by Lanerwus. From this point of view, they seem to Also friendly.

But after combining the secret gaze that Klein felt yesterday, he has completely overturned this assumption.

From the very beginning, hope should not be placed on the Aurora Society. No matter what the reason is, Lanvus has already completed a ceremony for the coming of the true creator, and his current identity within the Aurora Society should be extremely subtle.

Maybe "Mystery" has the ability to make Aurora give up Lanvus, but...

Klein subconsciously rubbed the four black spots on the back of his hand, his thoughts piercing the gray fog.

Although he has now accepted the reality that "mystery" may be his half body, it does not mean that he will completely hand over his destiny to the other party.

He kept in mind that although he was also "Zhou Mingrui", he was not a real "fool", or the other party was not a "clown" who needed to be trembling, no matter whether the truth behind it was as good as what he said, You can't give up the initiative in your hands.

Klein, whose thoughts were racing in his head, suddenly stood up, his right hand wearing jet-black gloves clenched the gold-encrusted cane wrapped in sackcloth, and lightly tapped forward step by step.

Although the "substitute" and the chain-blade cane make up for the lack of the "clown"'s melee combat ability and first move, the spiritual burden can still only make me like an assassin, never actively pursuing frontal combat... I replaced it with Klein, who was dressed in a dark blue worker uniform, took off his human skin mask, and carefully disguised his features with a fake beard and inferior makeup walked across the road calmly. The face belonging to Klein Moretti felt a strange cold wind, and his eyes narrowed slightly. .

This is the first time he has used his original appearance in the outside world since he came to Backlund.

Not far from him, the tall man whom he had met yesterday was slamming the door cursingly. The trade union members in tattered coats hurriedly chased after him and ran to Klein. He heard from Mr. Rand yesterday. Yes, "Patrick" frequents the area closer to the sewer entrance.

Klein fell behind them, maintaining a distance that was far, but not too far behind, and followed without aggressiveness.

It was only on the west side of the dock area, at the entrance of the sewers, that Klein, who was standing next to a prefab house, looked out from a distance and stopped when he saw them entering the sewers.

If he guessed correctly, Lanvus should have run away again, and the two workers suspected of being members of the Aurora Society are looking for him.

Taking advantage of the shadow cast by the board room, Klein, who was holding the cane in his right hand, frowned. After a few breaths, he restrained himself and took out a coin from his pocket and tossed it gently.

Going deep into the sewers will be dangerous... Klein took a deep look at the coin in his palm and slowly turned to leave.

He will linger here for a while until the two workers who are chasing Lanvus come out. After investigation in advance, there is no other exit at the entrance of the sewer here, and the sewer connecting to other districts has now become the key observation of the church. Objects, they shouldn't take any chances.

......

East of Backlund, west of the wharf.

On weekdays, he barely made ends meet as a tailor, but because he had to take care of a "Rose Bishop" who was unable to support himself, Evan Stone, who often had to work as a carpenter, was squatting on the second floor of a building on the west side of the East Wharf. In the small building, most of the wooden doors that had fallen off their frames were being repaired.

This is a cheap rental house with the convenience of a street girl. For threepence, you can rent a bed here for an hour. In this house, there are 15 similar beds, only on the second floor. It seems that the environment is better, there are only two in a room.

Since it was daytime, Evan could still endure the faint fishy smell here, and if it weren't for the fact that there was only one customer enjoying the pleasure in another room on the second floor, he would even give up the business.

The hammer slammed monotonously on the door shaft, and the sound gradually became louder and louder, even overshadowing the low gasps and screams that were constantly emitting from the other room.

Damn it, those normal **** are over in just ten minutes, why is this guy not over yet, is he a dog? Evan waved the hammer in his hand with a bit of resentment. For the first time in his life, he hated himself for his increasingly sharp hearing after being promoted to "Provocateur".

Fortunately, with the passage of time, the disturbing noise in the next room finally subsided, but the man in the room didn't seem to plan to end there. The sound kept ringing for about a minute.

boom.

Just when Evan was glad that the torture was over, the door next door suddenly slammed open, and a young man with bronzed skin, angular cheeks, and golden eye sockets walked out of the house with his head lowered.

His body was stained with all kinds of mixed odor liquids, and he didn't seem to mean to clean up. He just threw out the pile wrapped in sackcloth in his hand, and then turned back to the room.

The choking odor forced Evan, who was working, to cough twice for the first time, and then he thought about it like turning back and scolding, covering his mouth and nose.

Suddenly, his hand stopped in mid-air, his neck twisted suddenly, and incredulously, he looked at the next room where the door was opened and the smell of fish was constantly coming from it.

As a senior "hunter", he smells blood!

He followed his line of sight and saw that the pile that had just been thrown out had spread out, and a bunch of messy entwined hairs stained with dark red and almost black were attached to a piece of **** flesh, soaking the original gray of the linen.

Even though Evan has seen a lot, and even seen Helen "eating", the appearance of the scalp in front of him still made him almost nauseated.

After he finished his work, he threw away the hammer in his hand. He familiarly took out a cold dagger from his cuff, and leaned over to touch the completely undisguised room.

Quietly, Evan, who had just entered the room, stayed where he was, a little lost for a while.

On the simple wooden bed closest to him, a body with most of its blood-stained body slumped on the sheets, the body without its head still trembled as the boning knife in the hands of the young man was swayed again and again, a pair of open To the limit, covered with bloodshots, pale gray eyes full of fear and despair stared blankly at the direction of the door and at Evan who was standing in front of her.

The young man who was venting his tyranny heard the movement at the door and turned his head. The corners of his mouth were raised on his bronzed face, his tongue was constantly licking and moistening, and his lenses were more than half covered by scarlet.

"Bastard!" Evan let out a low growl, like an angry wolf, thumping a few steps, stepping on the floor to crack, and pounced on the young man who was still desecrating the corpse.

The youth who continued to abuse seemed unaware of the danger, the madness on his face disappeared, and the slightly mad smile at the corner of his mouth also turned into a touch of sarcasm, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com calmly pulled out his left hand holding the boning knife, and clusters of granulation erupted on his arm.

Almost in an instant, he actually choked a "provocateur" who was famous for his physical strength, his arms tightly pinned the opponent's shoulders and elbows, and his five fingers exerted force.

With a click, Evan suddenly felt a burst of strength in his right hand, a sharp pain in his left shoulder, and his arm twitched involuntarily.

The strength of this young man is not inferior to that of the mid-sequence powerhouses who are known for this aspect!

Bang!

The young man who was half-kneeling on the bed suddenly exerted force, and Evan, who had lost his fighting power almost instantly, was lifted up and his feet left the ground.

He kept kicking his legs, endured the constant pain in his shoulders, and slammed the young man's abdomen one by one, but the other party seemed to feel no pain, and his bronzed face was still sarcastic. He smiled, and his brown eyes that seemed to be sneering all the time watched Evan's bloodshot eyes, and he walked steadily towards the window step by step.

Suddenly, he threw it without warning and smashed Evan in his hand into the window with only a thin layer of glass.

Bang it!

The "Provocateur", who had lost his fighting ability, fell down from the second-story building like a tattered doll, like a fighter who lost his qualifications for the challenge in an opera.

The weak body of the right arm slammed down heavily, and a pool of sewage splashed from the stagnant soil pit, which wet the corners of the clothes of the workers who happened to pass by.

Just relying on the "clown" intuition, Klein, who neatly dodged the dirty water, watched the ground twitching in horror, his chest rising and falling with his breathing, the irregular Evan Stone, with great spiritual intuition, He looked up subconsciously.

On the balcony on the second floor, Lan Erwusi, who had taken off his glasses, smiled, his eyes full of madness.

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