Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

Dunn stood in the alley full of rubbish, his dark red eyes that had changed their characteristics looked like in the darkness beside him.

In the shadow cast by the piled high garbage bins, a sturdy body was bound by black illusory silk threads, bound layer by layer, at first glance, it seemed to be wrapped in a cocoon.

The "hermit", who was originally the best at walking in the shadows, struggled to wriggle his body, and his brain was wrapped in fear that was magnified several times. If it wasn't for his belief in the true creator, he might have fainted long ago.

Seemingly content with the book, the gentle gentleman took a few steps forward. In the "Hermit"'s field of vision, there seemed to be unformed tentacles surging in the shadow behind him, connecting the back.

Dunn raised his right hand and loosened the illusory silk thread that bound the "Hermit", revealing his chin.

"Are you a member of the Aurora Society?"

The originally incomparably plain pale red eyes gradually deepened, as if condensed into a deep pool, which would spin and **** away the soul at any time.

The fear in his heart was magnified more than ten times, and the "hermit" who was tightly bound to the wall couldn't help but his lips and teeth trembled, and his voice trembled.

"I am the slave of the Lord."

Dunn, wearing a burgundy coat, watched the prisoner silently, and then asked:

"Lan Erwusi is really hiding in the dock union, or the Eastern District?"

After a brief silence, the trembling "hermit" suddenly became mad.

"Haha, ha, are you the lackey of those false gods?"

"Yes, our Lord is about to come. In front of the power of the true God, you are just moths fluttering into the fire, so what if you know it!"

In his thinking logic, since he couldn’t hide it, he just broke it out. Anyway, the plan has been completed, and this place will become a hotbed of gods. Even if Backlund’s demigod descends, he will not be able to beat that rebellious one.” "God favored", the will of the Lord will sweep away everything!

He took the initiative to open his heart, his exposed ears were a little darkened, and the ravings from the true creator became clearer.

A Dunn, who was controlling the "darkness", took a few steps back.

In his line of sight, the aura belonging to the Heretic God is gradually becoming stronger, although it is far from being able to affect the display, but if he does not stop it, there will definitely be a completely crazy out-of-control Beyonder.

"Lord, praise you, you are the only savior in the world." The "hermit", who was still crazy just now, seemed to see the holy light of heaven, his hideous expression softened a little, tears were left along the wrinkles, and his eyes were full of hope .

"You sow benevolent hope, and save those souls who have not had time to be swallowed up by machinery and factories."

"Your infinite power will eventually destroy all inequality in this world, and will eventually destroy those Queens worms."

"You have set up a true beacon, and our descendants will eventually..."

"Hehehe!" The "Hermit" who was intoxicated in the hallucination suddenly stopped babbling, his neck and face turned red, the palms covered with black gloves ruthlessly strangled his throat, and blood gradually appeared beside the blue-black traces. .

Dunn raised his arms high, and his free left hand slowly took off the acetate glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Whether it was an illusion or reality, the "hermit" saw that the "cult" in front of him had lost his youthful vigor, his face became mature, and his hairline gradually receded.

His eyes faded, deep gray replaced crimson, complex emotions like a veil, covering the deeper soul.

Dunn looked at this strong man who was about to die with mixed emotions. In the dark shadow behind him, there were phantoms that did not seem to be real. There were young and mature, male and female.

Their appearance has always been indeterminate, like a diluted memory, blurred.

Click!

The dream blessed by "darkness" broke, and the "hermit" with his neck intact slowly slipped from the wall, his breathing had stopped.

The black acetate glasses were still firmly on the bridge of Dunn's nose, as if they had not been removed from the beginning.

This is the East District. No one cares about the alleys full of rubbish. Maybe on the second, third, and fourth days, hungry scavengers will find the rotting corpses.

The gentleman in the burgundy coat left the Eastern District, and a gem mixed with blood red and pitch black lay quietly in his palm.

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

In the well-decorated hall, where the first banquet had not yet been held, a serious and old-fashioned gentleman with an aging face was pacing back and forth anxiously, looking out from time to time.

Finally, Angelo, who had become the official housekeeper, walked over with a well-mannered manner, with a few vague figures falling behind him.

"Detective Moriarty, you are finally here." The tense expression on Miller Carter's face finally relaxed, and he sighed a bit contrary to the character, without covering it up.

Still in standard attire, with a double-breasted coat and top hat, Klein smiled and pointed behind him.

"Professional teams are always slower, and they have more work to do."

Saying that, the living corpse who was standing behind Sharon's body nodded.

The well-dressed Miller Carter looked at the workers in dark blue uniforms, his eyes flickered little by little, frowned slightly, looked at Klein, who was the leader, and waved slightly.

Is this a spy?

Feeling a burst of laughter, Klein raised the corners of his mouth and moved closer.

"Detective Moriarty, you know that some bad things happened to me here before. I'll deal with the ones below. If they are seen, they won't say it?" Miller Carter's voice was very low. .

Bending slightly, Klein, who was beside the old gentleman, straightened up and pointed at the living corpses behind him generously.

"Don't worry, they all have some problems and can't speak."

This is 100% true, even if another "diver" comes, he can't find it wrong!

The old gentleman who was still a little worried took a closer look at the sluggish living corpses, and found that they were indeed much more rigid and slow than ordinary people, so he breathed a sigh of relief, waved his hand, and explained to Angelo who was waiting on the side:

"Take Detective Moriarty with you and comply with their request."

Acting cautiously, Angelo, who has always been paying attention to his master's expression, bowed slightly, and immediately motioned for Klein and the "engineering team" behind him to follow.

He led all the way to the entrance of the basement, and then stopped, finally unable to maintain the poker expression on his face, glanced at the closed wooden door with fear, and asked:

"Do you still need my help?"

Hey, I'm afraid of snakes... Klein smiled slightly.

"No."

After getting a positive answer, the nervous Angelo couldn't help but relax secretly, nodded slightly, and directly exited the field of vision of Klein and others.

Sure enough, it would be much more convenient to take out the corpses of a few snakes before... He looked at the living corpse possessed by the grinding wheel.

Between them, an illusory and slender figure slowly floated out from the dark blue worker uniform, and the complicated long court dress almost hung down.

She glanced around and confirmed that no one was watching before turning to look at Klein.

"You do a divination."

Are you afraid it's not safe here?

Thinking of the strange red angel in the depths of the underground ruins, Klein recalled his previous conversation with Mystery.

After Klein's own speculation, Medici's death must have been "mysterious" involved, at least the strange crystal at the heart of his corpse must be "mysterious".

Although he was sure that he would not be in danger, considering the existence of Miss Sharon, he honestly took out the gold coins and pretended to do divination.

Even if the other party has seen his true face, and may have found his true identity from the newspaper, he must not relax because of this and expose his biggest secret.

The gold coin fell and the front was facing up, Klein said softly:

"Safety."

Sharon, who was suspended in the air, nodded slightly and her voice was ethereal.

"me too."

The divination result was the same as hers.

Driven by her, the living corpse with explosives lifted the lantern and walked into the passage leading to the underground ruins.

Anyway, consumables, they act as pioneers and are more secure.

Klein followed closely behind, and from time to time he could feel the gloomy coldness brought by Miss Sharron drifting by beside him.

In the deep and dark underground building, Klein took advantage of the light of the lantern in the hands of the living corpse to glance around, and then lifted the lantern in his hand. Under Sharron's gaze, he walked around the hall and carefully checked to see if he had not found anything. secret door or organ. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

He not only wanted to find another possible passage, but also wanted to verify whether the potion formula that Raft Pound had hidden in the house really existed.

Regrettably, there was nothing on the surrounding walls except for the marks of slashing with knives and axes. Klein walked back to the front of the entrance and shrugged slightly.

"Everything is normal, I didn't see the recipe and other passages that Raft Pound said."

Sharron, who was illusory and hazy, did not make a statement, her expression was still indifferent, and the living corpses stood on the spot and moved one by one.

They were no longer at a loss, and went to every corner with a clear goal, placing explosives in different positions.

Exactly two pounds were used up.

"It's very professional." Klein, who was watching from the side, sighed in a low voice, and it was reasonable that he was not catered to by the living corpses.

His left hand subconsciously touched the inside of his coat, and he nodded until he touched a cold spot.

This time, he deliberately used spirituality to cooperate with the exhausted cigarette case to shield the negative effects of Azik's copper whistle, otherwise the scene would be very lively.

He may not only be catered to, but even embraced, making the living corpse speak excitedly.

Sharon, who was suspended in mid-air, slowly fell, until she was slightly higher than Klein, her skirt was floating in the air, and she turned her head sideways, her blue eyes pure and bright.

Standing in the same place, Klein didn't react for a while, until he heard the sizzling sound on the side, his expression gradually panicked.

Is this on point?

He was startled, and ran back in a hurry, followed by several living corpses on standby.

Sharon, whose body was translucent, floated behind him, with cold wind all over her body, and her eyes stayed on the detective vest who was running, speechless all the way.

boom!

Behind him, Crimson and Thick Black cheered.

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