Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

The relatively soothing music came to an end, and Mike pretended to be affectionate and let go of his left palm "reluctantly". After taking a few steps back, he slowly turned around, his expression instantly calmed down.

He swept around randomly, and found that the detective he hired was staring blankly ahead.

Hey, the corners of Mike's mouth were upturned, and he followed Klein's gaze curiously, but found that the place where those ice blue eyes were facing was empty, except for a few waiters passing by occasionally on the wall of the hall.

Slowly, Klein, who was as still as a sculpture, pushed his glasses, and his demeanor returned to agility.

He felt as if a piece of the puzzle was missing from his memory, as if the perspective in a dream was hazy and only a layer of color remained.

There was a lady who looked a lot like a "witch" just now? Klein kneaded his forehead and kept squeezing his temples, trying hard to squeeze out more impressions.

"What are you doing, aren't you going to go take a look?" Mike, who was not serious, deliberately slowed down and asked, without squeezing the rest of the sofa with Klein.

The muscles on his face were stiff, and Klein, whose expression was not very obvious, twitched slightly, and explained with some pain:

"The fragrances here are too complex, too strong, and not very friendly to my nose."

Mike, who was obviously used to it, carefully sniffed the smell in the air, and nodded thoughtfully:

"Maybe, I'm usually used to it."

He caught Klein's teasing gaze and added:

"When interviewing some big people, their wives and young ladies used more pure than this."

"Of course, there are many younger aristocratic gentlemen who also like this kind of taste that can symbolize their status."

As he talked, he seemed to recall the scene at that time, and pressed his nose with a bit of exaggeration.

Klein's gaze went over Mike's shoulder, looking for the target casually, distracted:

"So did you make any new discoveries just now?"

He still remembered that he would enter here because the employer had found new clues and wanted to investigate further.

Klein, who stood up straight, tilted his head slightly, with search in his eyes.

"No, the girls here should have been warned. Although it should not be very serious, they are obviously unwilling to take this risk. I can see that they are used to unconditionally obeying the rules here." Mike was not very attentive. He bit his lip, as if he was facing a difficult problem, and there was a hint of worry and concern in his eyes.

It can be seen that he should be very sympathetic to the young ladies and ladies here, but there is nothing he can do.

Equally sympathetic, but equally powerless, Klein stood up, and the perfectly camouflaged chain-blade cane was moved to his right hand.

"Then what do we do next?"

If it's just an ordinary bodyguard here, as long as the other party doesn't draw a gun, Klein can bring down everything by himself. However, knowing that there are other dangers, it is extremely important to prepare weapons in advance.

Mike, who knew nothing about this, shook his head and looked to the other side.

"Ms. Lopez here, the agent of the boss behind, we went directly to her, at least we can confirm a certain attitude."

After a pause, seeing that Klein had no additional comments, Mike added uneasy.

"You should be sure, Sherlock?"

He pretended to casually glanced at the cane in Klein's palm.

"Of course, but in case of danger, I hope you will listen to me." The right palm covered by the glove turned flexibly, and it seemed that the heavy cane was lightly tapped, just like other gentlemen usually use.

Without saying anything more, Mike looked at a single sofa not far away, and after confirming again and again, strode over.

On the small single-seater sofa, a lady with a charming face, a gorgeous dress, and a relatively natural heavy makeup was drinking low-alcohol wine alone, and seemed unwilling to get drunk before night.

"I think youth is a different kind of beauty than maturity, what do you think?" Mike raised his voice deliberately.

With obvious purpose, he stood by the side of the sofa where Ms. Lopez was, and his smile matched his mature face, which had a different kind of charm.

"Oh, you're right, I think I can help you choose a better other beauty." The wine glass was lowered, Lopez stood up slowly and smiled.

"But other kinds of beauty are nothing but fully ripe fruit." Mike was very confident, straightened his bow tie, and his voice became low at some point.

Klein, who was standing behind him, was suddenly grateful for the side effects of the human skin mask. If it wasn't for the stiffness of his muscles, he might still need to be distracted and use the "clown" ability to offset his inconvenience from hearing such an "oily" speech. nature.

Ms. Lopez, holding a wine glass, seemed to be used to hearing this kind of thing, smiled without any fluctuation, and said straight to the point:

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

Mike's eyes were slightly surprised, but he continued as originally expected.

"It's a little mature, we still need a quiet room and taste it slowly."

"Actually, it's not bad here. I prefer the feeling of the broken light of the chandelier covering my body." This lady who has experienced countless storms is not a little girl outside at all.

Seeing that Mike's purpose had been seen through, Klein's right hand on the head of the cane turned insignificantly, and the "substitute" remained still.

I haven't found the "witch" who didn't see her face clearly, so don't be so nervous.

Just when the two were talking just now, Klein finally clarified his memory. It was true that some of it was missing, but it was probably just because the "witch" had similar items on his body, which made him subconsciously forget her appearance.

As for why the other party suddenly left, and that item corresponds to that sequence?

Klein has no plans to find out now, the danger that Mike may encounter is more important.

"I'm a reporter, this is my certificate, I want to know about Siebel and Larry Byrne." Mike was silent for a while, took out the fake certificate he had prepared with him, and asked after consideration.

The two are victims of the Crazy Ripper case, and the other is the case of the rotten man's corpse. Both of them are related to Hope Road and Golden Rose.

Lopez, who still smiled peacefully, raised his eyebrows and said suspiciously:

"Who is Mr. Larry?"

"I think we should only provide opportunities for lovely girls to find their dreams here."

She didn't even look at the document in Mike's hand.

Mike, whose right hand was in the air, was stunned for a moment, and then a slightly reddish red appeared on his rough-skinned face.

How could he not understand the other party's foolishness and ridicule.

"Then about Siebel, I think she should be a lovely girl?"

He deliberately bit the word on the girl, deliberately emphasizing the phenomenon that Jin Rose provides services to minors.

But obviously these tricks did not hurt Ms. Lopez. She smiled tenderly, as if she had heard something extremely funny. She casually glanced at the hall, but did not find the target she was looking for.

She lowered her eyebrows and looked for a while before beckoning.

Soon, a girl with a proud figure and delicate face, who was considered outstanding among the golden roses, trotted over in a hurry, her cheeks slightly red.

She lowered her head slightly, her body movements very restrained

"Ms. Lopez, do you need me for anything?"

She subconsciously glanced at Klein and Mike beside her, thinking that this was the person she would accompany for a while.

Lopez, who had a leisurely posture and even seemed to have nothing to do with a sip of low-alcohol wine, smiled and stared into Mike's eyes:

"Heidi, tell this gentleman about Siebel, and whether you know any Larry Byrne."

Suddenly, the girl standing respectfully trembled, her face turned pale.

She looked at Lopez's face very quickly, and then dodgedly looked in Mike's direction.

Mike looked at the girl in front of him with a complicated expression. He had given up in his heart, but he still put on an encouraging expression.

Klein, who was standing further back, did not know when he had turned on his spiritual vision. Seeing the denseness in his field of vision that symbolized terror, an inexplicable sadness filled his heart, and his defense against the unknown "witch" was even lower. Some seem to have been forgotten.

The girl named Heidi swallowed a few saliva, and then stumbled and said, she knew that Ms. Lopez didn't like being dragged.

"Siebel, I, I don't know, she just went home with a gentleman that day, and then suffered misfortune. As for, as for..."

She glanced cautiously at Ms. Lopez again, and found that the "hostess" of the Golden Rose was just absent-mindedly looking in the direction of the band, not listening at all.

"As for Mr. Larry, I only remember him one day... After a dispute with a gentleman because of Xia Lu, he never came again."

Heidi's heart moved, and taking advantage of this opportunity, Xiaoxiao took revenge on Xia Lu who stole her limelight, speaking very fast.

Anyway, it's just a little trouble for her. At most, Ms. Lopez asks her to "rest" for a few days in the back~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and nothing will happen...

Xia Lu?

Hearing this name, Ms. Lopez, who was looking elsewhere, Mike who was carefully recording it in her mind, Klein who was observing the spiritual vision, and a man sitting on a bench like a stone sculpture not far away, all used their respective way of expressing concern.

Heidi, who was looked at by several eyes, suddenly regretted, and her beautiful light brown eyes were covered with a layer of water mist.

Unexpectedly, Lopez just waved his hand, motioned her to leave, raised his head slightly and said:

"As you can see, Mr. Reporter, our children here only know this, and we don't know much about Siebel. As for Larry, I can't remember such an ordinary guest."

She looked away quickly, as if to say that you are also such "ordinary guests".

"Oh, then I think you should know more about Hibel, and I want to hear what your lady has to say. After all, I don't want you, and it's not easy for a reporter like me to get words out of the police. "

"I won't focus on the golden rose, I will only focus on the case. Of course, if poor Siebel has some good memories in the golden rose, I don't mind adding her to the fascinating story." Mike stared at Klein seemed to be looking at another person's surprised eyes, smiled and bowed to Lopez with a deep smile.

Lopez, whose expression was briefly frozen, suddenly laughed even more, and the contempt and defense hidden in the depths of his eyes became less, as if he re-acquainted with the reporter in front of him and raised his glass.

"Oh, you are a wise gentleman, and I think poor Siebel thought so too."

The gentleman sitting not far away like a stone sculpture nodded, as if agreeing with this statement.

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