Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

Tick ​​tock, tick tock.

Dirty, foul-smelling drops of water kept falling from the ceiling of the sewer, making the ledges on either side of the underground pipes even more wet.

Dunn, who was wearing a jet-black coat as before, no decorative items on his body, and holding a cane inlaid with solid wood, walked lightly in the dark sewer corridor with deep eyes.

Slightly viscous, the water mixed with all kinds of **** is flowing in the water channel in the center of the high platform on both sides of the corridor. .

As Dunn's spiritual vision swept away, several fist-sized spiritual light spots were hurriedly smashing up and down on a mass of rotten meat, hungry and thirsty dividing the food needed for survival.

"This is the crimson hope, the brilliance of the starry night..."

An ethereal low-pitched singing sounded, and pairs of pairs were hidden in the darkness, and blood-red round eyes followed the sound.

In the sound of shuddering, the stature was huge and deformed, standing on both feet like an old man, with forelimbs drooping down, the thick hairless tail clinging to the ground, the mice swimming forward like snakes, one by one from the darkness. Climb out slowly.

thump.

Dunn looked down at these rodent monsters who were grinning at him. The cane in his hand slammed the ground hard, and the "darkness" that was tightly contracted in the spirit body spread instantly.

With the ability of "nightmare", hidden in the "darkness", from the most primitive living beings, the fear of the dark quietly climbed the brain of every mouse, almost instantly, let these just start to mutate, but not yet fully become. Extraordinary creatures, rodent reptiles with enhanced essence fled.

After scanning with his spiritual vision for another week, and finding that there was no danger lurking around, Dunn familiarly took out his usual match from his pocket, silently stuffed it back into his pipe, and neatly lit the small torch he had prepared in advance.

The fire spread, and the rotten flesh that had just been covered by the darkness gradually revealed its true image.

Half of a rotting male body with extra joints lacking clothing and flesh to cover, even **** wrists and calves, left palms and calf muscles missing, is half-length on the edge of the sewer platform, and his right arm has been submerged and is rushing of dirty water.

"Rotten male corpse..." The experienced Dunn just frowned, and quickly walked towards the corpse that might fall into the water at any time, putting on gloves on both hands.

After preparing the press card with the fake identity, Dunn started investigations in the Backlund Bridge and Chorwood districts where the Rotten Man and Crazy Ripper cases happened.

With the help of his dual identity as a reporter and an informant of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, he soon discovered that, compared to the crazy Ripper who couldn't tell the law at all, the rotting male corpses almost all happened near Hope Road in Chorwood District. Some of the corpses appeared near the Backlund Bridge area, and most of them appeared on the road and the Tussock River.

Sure enough, not far from the entrance of the sewer on Hope Road, Dunn found a rotting male corpse that was still "fresh".

He gently dragged the corpse onto the high platform, and through the black gloves, he slowly turned over the remaining clothes on the corpse.

After a while of searching, a purse that had been gnawed by a mouse was found by Dunn from his jacket pocket.

It included more than a dozen banknotes damaged to varying degrees, as well as an employee certificate from the Backlund Exchange in Hillston District.

"Larry Byrne, 32 years old." The dark red eyes quickly scanned the name engraved on the typewriter, and read in a deep voice.

Dunn, whose appearance changed and his face was no longer old-fashioned, frowned slightly, subconsciously thinking of the mouse that was lying low on the corpse just now.

They are all normal creatures that have been contaminated by a certain amount of spirituality, but they are too weak, they do not produce spiritual intelligence, and they are not like artificially raised...

He quickly scanned the various rot and wounds on the corpse, and frowned even more.

Except for the obvious rat bite marks, the rest of the place seemed to have been corroded by some kind of acid agent, and all the decay was more like the traces left by the sudden disappearance of the potion's power.

"This doesn't look like any of the Beyonder abilities I know of. Could it be the Sequence Five or Sequence Six of some evil sequence?"

Dunn subconsciously recalled the basic information he had learned in the church when he was the captain, and his thoughts gradually became confused.

If it is true that some Sequence Five or Six cultists created these cases, then he may not be able to make any progress. After all, most of the Sequences have already obtained some anti-reconnaissance capabilities when they reach the Middle Sequence.

Alas, if only Klein was here, we might be able to use divination to find these criminals... Dunn took out a small clean iron box from his pocket, and carefully grasped the corroded place in the box.

He thought for no reason, the expression on his face became calm, and even a hint of a smile appeared.

In fact, after arriving in Backlund for a period of time, he has started to play "Nightmare" again, and until now, he has made good progress.

Although the mental remnants of the original Nighthawks team members' characteristics still exist every time they return to the dreamland, their figures have become much thinner and will no longer occupy most of Dunn's sleep time.

The torches placed on the ground by Dunn were still burning sparsely, and in the quiet sewer, only the sound of water rushing remained.

Suddenly, the invisible drifting "darkness" in the air trembled. Dunn, who was placing a tin box on the inside of his coat, raised his head instantly, his dark red eyes and pupils shrank.

"Who?" The "Nightmare", who was still standing loose just now, suddenly burst into force and shot out like a cannonball, unhindered on the slippery and wet ground.

In the darkness farther away, a sturdy gray and white mouse held by Bai Nen's hands on his chest raised his body very humanely, and a glimmer of light flashed in his jewel-like eyes.

The "darkness" that was spreading towards her in the air suddenly receded like a tide, becoming a little thinner.

"Squeak, squeak!" The gray-white mouse twitched until it stood up, and tears suddenly flowed from its eyes.

She resisted the urge to roll, curled up, and "shouted" through her spirit:

"Quick, get out of here!"

"Yes, teacher." A nice and crisp female voice sounded, and the mouse with spiritual brilliance in his eyes disappeared quickly into the darkness along with the sound of running.

In the "darkness" that began to spread again, Dunn gradually got rid of the dazed, low pressure on his right hand, and withdrew the released "darkness" aura.

This high-order aura could not be used by him. He could only use several basic abilities crudely based on the experience of using the ashes of Saint Selina.

"My ability disappeared for a moment just now..." Dunn recalled his feelings, feeling as if he had been taken out of consciousness for a moment, and the "darkness" of the manipulation was also missing.

"It's like, like it was stolen, but why?" He frowned and stepped back cautiously.

Watching the darkness that had lost its movement, Dunn returned to the rotting corpse, rubbing his left foot and stomping on the torch, which was only faintly glowing.

"Teacher..." He chewed on the title called out by the little girl, and his figure gradually merged into the darkness behind him.

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

why! why! why!

"Huhu, teacher, huh, is there anyone else behind us?" the girl who was running carefully asked, her hands trembling slightly.

The gray-and-white mouse, whose emotions were slightly out of control and did not know it, paused for a while, and then returned to its original state. A slightly hoarse, but very mature female voice spit out from the mouse's mouth strangely:

"Don't run, there is no one behind."

She slowly propped up her body, her red eyes with dry blood and tears ruthlessly looked at the sewer wall beside her, her eyes wandering.

That day, I clearly felt that items belonging to the high-ranking category of "thief" and "door" have no wrong breath, why did they suddenly disappear...

The gray-white mouse stood in the palm of the girl's palm.

The girl behind her, who was covered in a cloak, held her breath nervously, daring not to disturb her teacher at all.

After about three minutes, the mouse, who had not found anything, shook its body and snuggled into the girl's hand like a real pet mouse.

"Hazel, let's go back."

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

"Sir, sir." Evan Stone, who was carefully holding his dislocated right hand, gently shook Klein, who was collapsed on the ground, with obvious concern in his eyes.

Hiss, it hurts... Klein, who gradually became conscious, was the first to feel a sharp pain in his left arm. Immediately, pains of different sizes followed in the joints of his body and the spine behind him~www.wuxiamtl.com ~ Enduring the severe pain in the back of his head, Klein felt as if another mass of paste was stirring in his brain, and with his only movable right hand, he forced himself to get up.

Evan, who was waiting on the side, couldn't help him due to physical reasons, and just moved away slightly.

Because of the battle just now, the brothel owner, who was afraid that he would be caught by the Eastern District police as a victim of the Crazy Ripper case, had already run away. Only Evan, who climbed out of the quagmire, remembered that a gentleman helped him up and hurriedly ran Check into the building.

With his toes lightly, he kicked the chain-blade cane lying on the ground. Klein, who was half-kneeling on the ground, said in a low voice:

"This is what I found beside you, and you held it before you passed out."

Klein, whose mind was still bursting, was confused and still couldn't sort out his thoughts. After seeing the cane again, he slowly remembered something.

Lanvus, I was thrown down by him, has he run away?

He subconsciously wanted to move his left hand, but the severe pain stopped him, so he could only stretch out his right hand, and with the help of a cane, he barely stood up.

The left forearm is broken, and there are many black spots on the body... As a "clown" who has digested most of the potion, Klein has a fine grasp of his physical condition, and can quickly identify his injuries. Location.

"Thank you." Klein, who kept his head down, nodded to Evan, his voice was extremely hoarse, mixed with a faint smell of rust.

After all, he just took two steps forward, and he was about to fall.

Fortunately, Evan, who was more physically stronger, supported him neatly and shook his head gently.

"You need treatment and bandaging. If you don't mind, I can take you to a safe place and my friend will help us."

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