Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

"Capin?" Ian, who was holding the tattered cloth bag tightly in both hands and dragged his ill-fitting coat to the ground, was stunned for a while, and it took a while for him to regain his senses. His voice was lowered and his tone became stiff.

"He is a well-known human trafficker in the East District. He often kidnaps good-looking female workers, and also has some debt collection and lending incidents. However, he seems to have climbed up the ranks recently. Not only did he move out of the East District, but all those pieces of properties are almost sold.”

His eyes were obviously solemn, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Detective Zeriel has been in contact with his subordinates before. They have a wide range of industries and seem to have connections with many big figures in Backlund, but the specific methods are not clear."

It turned out to be a human trafficker, heh, with this background, it's no wonder that Mike couldn't even have the courage to report... Klein's mouth slowly twitched, his eyes half-squinted.

A former gang boss with a background who runs various gray industries, as long as he wants to, Mike's reports and reports can't even get out of the West Velas field and the newspaper office.

Klein raised his arm and waved casually.

The boss, who was constantly busy in the coffee shop, came over quickly, looking like he was overworked, and settled the bill neatly.

"Can you give me a copy of today's Daily Observer?" Klein put the change into the note board in the boss's hand and asked casually.

His eyes were bloodshot, and the boss with brown eyes hidden behind his glasses nodded slowly, and dragged himself back to the small coffee table separated by wooden boards, and took a newspaper with some oil stains.

He met Klein's strangely inquiring gaze, with a guilty conscience and a hoarse voice.

"A penny."

A financial fan... With a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and a neatly dressed body that looks like a good gentleman, Klein couldn't help but roll his eyes, squeezed a smile from the corner of his mouth, and calmly dropped a penny The coins were pushed onto the greasy table.

The sparse boss took the coin expressionlessly, and threw the oil-stained second-hand newspaper on the dining table at will, with no intention of clearing the plate before Klein left.

Klein reluctantly picked up the newspaper with the corners of his mouth twitching, turning his eyes to see Ian sitting across from him trying to laugh and holding back.

An Extraordinary with a powerful weapon that can split a wooden wall at his hand would be helpless to such a small person.

Thinking that Detective Zeriel had always been aloof.

However, aware of Klein's gaze, he quickly suppressed the smile that he didn't even notice, and became serious again.

With a newspaper in his hand, Klein shook his head with a smile, his shoulders shrugged slightly, which didn't quite fit his current image.

Yes, this is what a child should be like... When he remembered the various deeds of Ian before, and compared with the subconscious smile just now, he felt a burst of sadness for no reason.

wow.

There was still the aroma of ink and the smell of strong coffee mixed with the newspaper in Klein's hands.

He directly skipped the advertisements and splicing sections, and directly read the part of the headline.

Sure enough, the Crazy Ripper has one more case, which should be the unlucky Miss Siebel...

The rotten male corpse appeared again?

This time, it is not near Hope Road, but it is still within the Chowood area. The West Velas Field announced that it will strengthen the patrol in this area...

Oh, this is a new face, the president of the "Daily Observer", Grisha Magath, died in an empty warehouse in St. George's...

Klein, who was about to turn over the newspaper, suddenly pinned to the spot, and turned back slowly.

He scanned the news over and over again, his mouth widening.

If he remembered correctly, the newspaper seemed to be the Daily Observer...

Sure enough, after the title and the case were introduced, a small section was specially opened later, and a eulogy written by the editor-in-chief of the newspaper was published.

The president, who took office with the new prime minister, appears to have been kidnapped and killed by an unknown gangster, and some of his personal possessions have also disappeared.

But the strange thing is that there are no obvious signs of fighting in the president's office. It is as if the president himself had a heart attack when he was admiring the collection, fell to the ground, and was picked up by the people who were squatting nearby.

And the reason why he was found dead was because of a notice sent directly to the Siviras Field, signed by the Aurora Society.

"The body hasn't been found yet, so the president won't have entered the stomach of any member of the Aurora Society..."

Klein muttered in a low voice, causing Ian, who was sitting opposite to remain silent, to ask:

"Mr Moriarty, what did you say?"

"No, it's nothing." Klein slowly put down the newspaper, picked up the cane, and motioned Ian to leave.

He still looked relaxed and confident, and there was no wavering in his icy blue eyes.

It was not until he saw Ian entered the entrance of the steam subway platform that his hidden emotions slowly climbed up his face, and his eyes were full of doubts.

"Although the Jiguang Society does not need a reason to do things, what are they doing by kidnapping a newspaper editor with a political background?"

With thoughts flying in his head, he raised his arms to the side and found a hired carriage by the side of the road.

Instead of guessing by yourself, why don't you write to Mike and ask Mike, their newspaper office should have been messed up today.

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

"So until now, the body of President Magath has not been found yet?" Dunn, who hurried to the Heart of Mechanism stronghold after hearing the news, was straight to the point. He saw that the dark circles around his eyes were getting worse, his hair was not as usual, and it became very messy. Carlson, asked in a deep voice.

He didn't believe it was Aurora that killed Magath!

Thinking of the scary Southern Continent "artwork" in his office, Dunn was more willing to believe that the president was revenge by an extreme Extraordinary from the Southern Continent.

If it was the Aurora Club, maybe Magath's body would be easier to find, and it would have been posted in every corner of the office... Looking at Carlson's haggard appearance, Dunn closed his mouth and only is added in the mind.

Carlson, who had withered hair, pressed the hair on the top of his head, his face slightly pale.

"We have already divination about Magath's whereabouts, but we have found nothing. If it is an Extraordinary under the 'Spiritual Religion' of the Southern Continent, it is impossible to be without a trace."

As a senior official Beyonder, he has also seen those "collectibles", and he also considered other forces.

"Is the divination method reliable?" Dunn said subconsciously, recalling the ones he had seen.

Suddenly, Carlson's tired eyes lit up, and his tone became excited.

"Of course it works, but I think we can confirm it again, and I will apply like the captain."

"Hey Evans, do you want to try it yourself?"

Yesterday, Captain Ikanser was in a poor state of mind when dealing with the extraordinary incident. He took the initiative to ask Ying to be in charge of questioning Arrodes, and was then shot to death.

He looked at this rich boy who wore glasses, had a good appearance, had a strong bookish air, and revealed the charm of a mature man in his gestures, and the corners of his mouth were raised.

Don't know what the secret in his heart is?

Dunn, who felt a strange feeling, instinctively did not follow the other party's topic, but paused and said in a serious tone:

"I'm just an informant of the Heart of the Machine, and I shouldn't be qualified to touch your sealed artifact."

"Well, this sealed artifact is quite special. Its negative effects will not endanger your safety, and the captain should agree with me." Carlson pushed the thick glasses on the bridge of his nose, trying his best to control the excitement in his voice .

"What are you talking about?"

Carlson, who had hope in his eyes, froze in place for a moment, and turned to the back one after another.

Ikanser, whose hair was also messy, looked at him and Dunn strangely, and the silver mirror that was carefully held in his hand couldn't help but grasp tighter.

Dunn's eyes were attracted by the mirror. With a glance from the corner of his eye, he found that Carlson, who had been secretly excited just now, trembled. He looked at the mirror in fear, his face ashen.

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

With light blue eyes and neat clothes, Herben Rambis stretched out and leaned on the slowly rocking easy chair, looking into the distance with peaceful and kind eyes, vaguely seeming to be observing Edsa, who was coaxing the girl. Prince K.

"I didn't expect you to come to me and take the initiative to find me. Those MI9 officers didn't make things difficult for you, did they?"

As he spoke, he slowly turned his body, like a kind old man, caring about the man who suddenly appeared beside him.

With a deep face and features like classical sculptures, Ince Zangwill, without a single wrinkle, looked indifferent, took a few steps back, and sat cautiously on the wooden bench beside him~www.wuxiamtl.com~ opened his hands tightly. right hand.

"In some professional matters, you are more authoritative."

He didn't answer Hwen's question, only one intact spectacle looked at the old man's stomach, unwilling to lift it up.

Introverted, Hwin, who always maintained the most basic demeanor of the "audience", glanced at the unremarkable quill in Zangwill's hand, and his eyes did not waver.

0-08, who was still struggling, suddenly stopped his activities, as if he had lost all vitality, and lay quietly in Zangwill's palm, no longer showing his extraordinaryness.

In essence, Herwin, who was Angelwed, sat up straight and relaxed.

But in the depths of the subconscious ocean where Ince Zangwill could not see, the giant dragon entrenched on a huge cross-shaped stone platform was about to raise its slender neck.

Suddenly, He stopped moving and became docile again.

Beside him, an ordinary priest with a beard closed his eyes, his right hand was covered with thick gray-white dragon scales, and he did not seem to be afraid of this huge and majestic dragon.

The abdominal trauma was difficult to heal, and the young man curled up under the stone platform raised his mouth as if watching the excitement, but there was no smile in his eyes.

Around him, clumps of extremely thin gray fog lingered constantly, and spiritual power poured out from history, but it only kept the wound in his abdomen from spreading further, and did not reveal a trace of recovery.

The two ancient gods of the past were now like two dogs on different chains, humbly trying to survive.

In the Red Rose Manor, Zangwill, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke his intentions with a hoarse voice.

"I want to ask for help, help me suppress 0-08."

Hewen, who was sitting across from him, smiled, his eyes pure.

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