Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

"So you stumbled upon this near Morse town?"

After listening to Klein's remarks, Dunn's gray eyes looked at the simple silver mirror on the table, and asked in a mellow voice.

Klein, who was sitting at the table, yawned and replied:

"Ha, yes, this was found in the home of a small town resident."

Because they found this mirror yesterday, they stayed in the local area to do some investigation. It was almost midnight when they returned to Tingen. Klein, who was not the "sleepless", went home after filling out the report. Only in the morning did I have the energy to make a detailed report to the captain.

Dunn took a sip of the still steaming Filmer coffee and said calmly:

"I will finally report this matter to the church, which will be counted as the common merit of the three of you."

While talking, he smiled not so serious:

"To be honest, even I myself am a little jealous of you. In the past, we would not necessarily encounter a sealed artifact that strayed abroad in a year. Your luck is really good, this will make you censored in the church. It is easy to pass, and it is more conducive to your subsequent promotion."

But I don't want to be noticed by the church... Although Klein thought so, he still smiled and nodded:

"I also hope that the review will be easier."

After a few words of greetings, Klein took the initiative to bid farewell to Dunn, left the captain's office, and walked out of the cross section.

"Klein, are you going to visit Old Neil with me later?" Roshan, who was sitting at the front desk, put down the newspaper, raised her voice, and asked lively.

Klein rubbed his aching eyebrows and asked with some concern:

"What's wrong with old Neil, didn't he come today?"

He was worried that after knowing the "acting method", Old Neil had difficulty accepting it for a while, because of psychological reasons, he suddenly got sick. After all, the elderly are mentally fragile, which will always cause a chain reaction.

Luo Shan listened, and said in a slightly worried tone:

"He sent someone to ask the captain for leave this morning. He said he was sick."

Klein nodded when he heard this, and sighed involuntarily:

"He suffered some blows before, but he didn't expect to be really sick. Sigh, we went to see him at noon. After all, he has been lonely for so many years, and his wife left early again..."

"What did you say!" Roshan widened her eyes and asked in surprise, "When did old Neil get married?"

Klein immediately raised his head, and his face was also full of surprise. He looked at Roshan, who was talking to himself in the distance, and asked:

"Has old Neil never been married?"

Luo Shan was stunned for a moment, then changed into an expression of sudden realization, nodded and said:

"By the way, Klein joined the team relatively late. I heard from my father when I was relatively young that they always wanted to persuade Old Neil to find a wife, but he was always fooled by Old Neil using various reasons. …”

Klein froze in place, listening to Roshan's self-talk, and quickly flashed many fragmentary memory pictures in his mind. Some of those pictures were connected in series, some were superimposed on each other, and gradually pieced together a terrifying fact.

Klein swallowed, lubricating his dry throat, interrupting Roshan's self-talk, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Roshan, I'll go to the bathroom first, and I'll come back later."

Afterwards, he ignored Luo Shan's surprise, took fast and stiff steps, sneaked into the bathroom, and locked the door.

Klein shrank in the narrow space and took four steps in the opposite direction. He quickly passed through the roars and ravings, and entered above the gray fog.

He was familiar with the realization of the pen and paper, and quickly wrote the divination statement in his mind:

"Old Neil's current state is not right?"

Then Klein leaned back, leaned on the high-back chair, and entered a dream state.

In the turbid darkness, Klein saw the only light, and saw Old Neil with only one head hanging in the air, looking at the piano he had seen with a happy face.

His eyes were mixed with nostalgia, intoxication, and deep love, and he stared deeply at the young "lady" who was sitting in front of the piano and playing music, a spirit that was no different from a real person.

Behind him, a pair of eyelashesless, indifferent, estranged eyes are watching all this, examining, as if trying to parse and read something from it.

Klein silently exited the dream, staring blankly at the gray fog in front of him that seemed to last forever. After being silent for a long time, he sighed, extending his spiritual envelope and returning to reality.

With a creak, Klein with gloomy eyes walked out of the bathroom and walked firmly towards the captain's office in Hengduan.

He knocked lightly on the half-closed door, didn't listen to Dunn's invitation to sit down, just stood there dumbfounded by the door frame, and said in a low voice:

"Captain, old Neil is out of control."

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

"Captain, that pirate seems to be out of control!"

A rough man dressed as a sailor shouted to Alger.

Alger glanced at the pale green figure with fins growing out of its back in the distance, and immediately ordered:

"You stayed to see the pirate who had lost his ability to move, and I went to get him back."

"Captain, are you alone?" the man dressed as a sailor asked in a loud voice.

Alger broke a pirate's neck and explained calmly:

"He is at least Sequence Eight, are you going to die if you catch up?"

"And these people on the ground are also meritorious deeds. We usually don't have the opportunity to make meritorious deeds while floating at sea. Do you want to give those who are delivered to the door to the 'punishers' on the shore?"

Looking at the sailor who was caught in a tangle in front of him, Alger patted the other party's shoulder, quickly left the group, and quickly chased after him.

He clenched the pirate who had completely lost control and turned into a "Murman", kept a few steps away from the other party, and from time to time made some water bombs and threw them at the other party, forcing the other party to change the direction of escape according to his own thoughts.

Suddenly, the murloc seemed to smell something, and gave up running away for a while, baring his teeth and running in the opposite direction from the coast.

Seeing that the murlocs suddenly changed their escape route, Alger couldn't help but evoke a smile.

He quickly adjusted his body while running and leaped to the roof next to him.

Anyway, the murlocs have attracted most of the attention, no one will pay attention to a normal-looking middle-aged man, right?

Although the murloc was attracted by the smell of strange art floating in the distance, he did not lose his mind completely. He glanced back and found that the figure who had been chasing him disappeared. The frightened female worker tore off one of the other's arms and stuffed it into her mouth, as if she wanted to relieve her sudden hunger.

He filled his mouth hastily, stopped the continuous flow of saliva, and continued to run forward until he reached the spot where the strange fragrance wafted out.

The azure-blue murloc leaped vigorously, turned in the air, and turned into a small closed box.

He saw a box of fully roasted fat meat, golden oil droplets hanging on the surface of the roast meat, charred traces scattered scatteredly.

His Adam's apple wriggled obviously, spit out the stump that he had not swallowed, and strode towards the wooden box containing the barbecue.

when, when, when

Just as he was about to touch the barbecue on the top of the box, bullets from steam rifles instantly penetrated the barbecue and rushed deeper into the wooden box, making a strange metal collision sound.

Just as the pale green murloc was about to get angry, his jaws were wide open, but he found that the wooden box beside him burst open strangely, and a huge cloud of black smoke quickly covered his figure.

At this moment, a figure fell from the sky—it was Alger who suddenly disappeared during the pursuit just now!

The muscles of his arms burst out, and dark blue illusory scales emerged, and two ferocious and sharp arm blades condensed on the sides of his forearms.

He slashed sideways with one hand, and with his good night vision ability, he accurately slashed the murloc who was stunned on the spot, and directly slashed the opponent's huge half-triangular head.

"Ow!"

The murloc roared in pain and regained consciousness all of a sudden. He held the half of his head in his hands with a few strands of meat attached, and jumped out of the black mist dispersed by the explosion.

He roared, rudely stuffed the severed half of the head back, relying on his own strong resilience, and stuck it to his neck indiscriminately.

Alger didn't give him time to buffer. Taking advantage of the moment when the opponent was incompetent and furious, he lowered his back, exerted force on his legs, and shot out at once, heading straight for the murloc's chest.

He put his hands into palms, his sturdy body instantly stopped in front of the fish man with huge inertia, and nimbly avoided the opponent's thick right arm with several bone spurs, twisted his waist slightly, and instantly adjusted his posture .

He took a step back with his left foot, moved his arm with the belt, and swollen the muscles of his right hand.

Immediately afterwards, he quickly turned his palms into fists, followed the cut wound, punched into the murloc's fragile throat, and forcibly pulled out the spine bones that were hidden in it, sticking with various colors of mucus.

The murloc that had just glued his head~www.wuxiamtl.com~ twitched all of a sudden, frantically waving his arms, scratching his broken throat with one hand, while shaking his semi-paralyzed upper body , after struggling a few times, he fell straight to the ground.

Alger was not careless, he cautiously approached the fallen murloc, and quickly threw his hand at the opponent's rough spliced ​​head and smashed it down.

boom!

The pale blue "shell" burst open, white, red, yellow, and sticky all over the ground.

Alger waited for a while, and after confirming that there was no corpse transformation, he scratched at the other party for a while, and pulled out a piece of parchment with some oil stains from the broken and dirty clothes.

He opened it and glanced at it casually, a smile appeared on the originally tense and rough face, nodded, and quickly and carefully tightened the parchment into his arms.

He withdrew his gaze from the broken corpse of the murloc and raised his head.

Suddenly, Alger's body trembled, his whole body stiffened to the ground, and his whole body kept shivering.

An earthly angel, Edmund Jason was standing in front of him, watching him silently and silently.

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

Klein stood quietly in the living room of Old Neil's house. Old Neil's scattered, eroded and crimson "corpse" was reflected in his dark brown pupils, reflecting the painful pain that was also watching him. , dark red, crystal clear eyes.

He felt incomparably peaceful, he felt that he had lost his ability to think, and that he had left everything.

Klein remained silent until Dunn's sullen, lost voice broke the silence. He watched the captain gather up the old friend's corpse, and his tall figure was slightly hunched.

"We are the guardians and a group of poor creatures who are always fighting against danger and madness."