Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

After some friendly exchanges, Klein, who had to go to the show at night, pretended to casually glanced at the clock on the wall of Mrs. Somer's house, smiled and rejected the increasingly enthusiastic Luke's attempt to keep them. Invitation to dinner.

"Thank you for your invitation, but I really have something to do tonight, and I think there will be opportunities in the future." Klein, who refused with a smile, looked at the door that was slowly closing, and switched the spiritual body line to visually confirm that there was no one else around. He just turned around and looked at Louis Evans beside him, his smile gradually faded.

Phew...Hot air came out of Dunn's mouth, and a cloud of white mist rose in the air.

He pulled his burgundy coat and pointed out:

"It seems that we are indeed peers."

"Mr. Evans, what are you talking about, we are all detectives from the beginning." Klein shook his head slightly, not intending to follow the other side.

He didn't know what the identity of this Evans detective was. The identity of the detective and the children of the big family could not prove anything. Mrs. Sharon was also a noble lady in the social arena, and she was also a witch in the late stage of narcissism?

"Actually, I still like it here. Although Mrs. Summer does have some middle-class ways of thinking that are criticized by others, their family is a kind of ordinary people."

Hearing Dunn's secret poking, Klein couldn't help but have the urge to frown.

No, why do you sound more like a former official Beyonder than I do?

Dunn, who was on the side, didn't answer and didn't care. He just nodded and showed his back to the other party without caring. Under Klein's watch, he walked from the sidewalk into the next door. House No. 15.

What a strange person... Klein sighed silently as he watched the other door also shut tightly.

Louis Evans is definitely not an official Extraordinary. After all, according to Klein's own experience, if he is a night watchman, it is impossible for him to have the opportunity to play a detective from a big family.

Combined with the actual situation, this Mr. Detective is more likely to be an extraordinary family member with an official background or endorsement by the church.

Of course, all this still needs to be observed.... But if this is the case, then I have to be careful when I do some things at home in the future, in case the recitation of "The Fool" is regarded as a cult It's bad to get caught.

Klein thought about it, raised his arm, and beckoned to the hired carriage that was about to approach here not far away.

When today's matter is over, he will not only entrust Ian to help him investigate Detective Evans, but also go to Mr. Agron's place again. He does not believe that when Prince Edsack rents this house, he will not put it here. The household survey is clear.

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

In the western suburbs of Backlund North District, outside a three-storey gray and white house that was about to be abandoned.

In this old campus that originally belonged to the Backlund Medical College, the "ordinary" carriage prepared by Viscount Greenlight walked quickly with Xiu, Fors and Audrey who got off the bus not far away, also dressed in white The coat and the cotton mask on the face look no different from the average medical student, and are extremely conspicuous in the night.

Audrey, the tallest of the three, had her long golden hair pulled up high and put it all into the cold surgical cap, while Fors, who was on the side, according to her own small habits, although she also put away her long hair, but However, he carefully pinned the loose medical coat around the waist and pinned a few paper clips to create a waist-cinching feeling.

As for Hugh, even though she added the inner height in the middle of her boots, the standard white lab coat was hanging down to her ankles, which didn't seem to fit her well.

Um, judging from Forsi's various small actions, she has previously engaged in a career related to doctors?

Audrey, who had already digested the "Mind Reader" potion, scrutinized the "Magician" lady who had a low sense of presence at the Tarot Club, followed her footsteps and walked into some doors and windows that already existed. It was demolished, in the gloomy teaching building.

Farther away, on another small building with only two floors, Klein, who blocked his figure with shadows, turned off his spiritual vision, jumped down from a height with agile movements, and stepped on the last one to enter the meeting place.

Before that, he had been squatting for an hour, and the "substitute" on his right hand was always on, and he could use "Flame Jump" at any time to flash away.

Although it has been confirmed through divination that there is no danger, he still maintains the most basic vigilance. After all, this is a brand new party and an unknown convenor.

He walked briskly down the hallway where only the moonlight shone through, constantly looking at the nearby things, and finally, after passing through the gate and entering the deep room, he saw a classroom with a glass coffin and a specimen display stand. There's even an upright glass column that also soaks in corpses.

These specimens, without exception, are all human!

Facing the gazes cast by the many white coats nearby, he first locked his gaze on the faces of Miss Judgment and Miss Magician who had seen the true appearance together with "Mystery", and then quickly moved away and sat down. to the corner position.

In order to reduce his presence, he is not holding a chain-blade cane in his hand today.

In the quiet classroom, a glass column with a corpse in a black academic uniform floating at the top suddenly made a purring sound of bubbles.

Just when Klein was surprised, the corpse inside opened his eyes, and his spirituality spread.

His spirituality penetrated straight through the outermost glass, vibrated in the air, and rumbled:

"It's time to start."

This... This seems to be the way Susie usually happens... Audrey, who was still feeling a little shudder at the dressing and gloomy environment of the people around her, remembered the first time Susie had confronted her for no reason. The scene when he was talking was slightly stunned.

Is this also a method of using spirituality?

However, after the other participants around her regarded this behavior as normal, they didn't think about it any further, but quickly switched to the "spectator" state and observed every member who was trying to trade.

"Hey Viper, I brought the materials you need this time, at the old price, but the effect is at least twice as good as the ones you used before!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Klein in the corner looked at the sound, and he saw a round figure.

The "Pharmacist" at the "Eye of Wisdom" gathering?

This fat guy didn't attend that party last week, but seems to have attended the party here. Does he think this party is more secretive?

The fat "Pharmacist"'s voice still echoed in the empty classroom, but he didn't wait for the guest he had made an appointment with last time. Instead, a tall lady who was diametrically opposed to the tall and mighty poisonous snake raised her hand. Full of flavor.

"Viper recently went to the country to hide from the limelight, and he asked me to complete the deal for him."

"The poisonous snake went to the countryside?" The fat "Pharmacist" repeated, with a tone of distrust in his voice.

But then I thought about it, anyway, it's a business, who doesn't sell it?

Anyway, this batch of things on the top of the poisonous snake should not cause any harm... It's just a pity, a good mummy powder, if this woman is not the one entrusted by the poisonous snake, I don't know who will suffer... .. "Pharmacist" thought for a moment and nodded.

"Okay, that's still the old price."

Unexpectedly, the other party also did not ask, and directly gave the price he had agreed with the poisonous snake last time. It seemed that the poisonous snake really got into trouble and asked this woman to buy medicine for him.

Tsk tsk tsk, this figure, this action, no wonder the poisonous snake needs so much... After receiving the banknotes, after confirming that it was correct, the fat "Pharmacist"'s eyes became more and more vulgar, and Klein and Audrey were watching from the side. At the same time, close your eyes.

"Cough, I want to know if D'Artagnan is here?" Seeing the end of the transaction, a man not far from the fat "pharmacist" asked in a hoarse voice while covering his constantly coughing mouth through a mask.

Listening to his familiar tone, the man whose name was taken from Emperor Roselle's novel should be a frequent visitor to the party.

"coming."

The entire classroom was silent for two seconds, and an old man of medium height raised his hand. Judging from the light blue eyes and body exposed, it should be a sign of youth.

The man who seemed to be sick glanced at him, his eyes were complicated, and he coughed a few times.

"Heh, I really don't know who is the real D'Artagnan. Last time you were a young girl, last time you were a young man, and this time you were replaced by an old man."

"It's the same anyway." D'Artagnan, who only showed a pair of eyes, replied briefly, with a cold attitude.

Hearing this familiar style, the man who asked the question couldn't help shaking his head.

"Yes, it's the same anyway. No matter how you change your face, you'll still look as cold as a corpse."

As he spoke, he changed his words and talked about his own focus.

"I would like to know what the recent corpse resuscitation is in the cemetery. If you know, you should still write the news on paper. The old price is 15 pounds. This aspect should be your strong point."

He secretly pointed to the sequence where D'Artagnan might be.

A dead body revived in a cemetery?

Klein, who had experienced it once himself, suddenly felt strange, and turned his attention to the direction of the two, only to find that most of the participants in this party had the same reaction as himself~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Even the "trial" and The two young ladies of "Magician" are no exception.

In this highly anticipated environment, D'Artagnan, who was as cold as a corpse, nodded slowly, took the banknotes from the waiter who was also wearing a white coat, and quickly wrote lines of cursive characters. Fold it in half several times and let the waiter pass it to the other party.

During the whole process, he did not mean to respond at all.

It's really curious, this kind of "offline" extraordinary gathering is not as good as our Tarot Club, there are always generous people like Miss Justice who are willing to let everyone hear the information for free... Forsi, who was deeply impressed by the young lady, sighed inwardly and subconsciously glanced at Audrey next to her.

Well, this is also a rich eldest lady. I wonder if Miss Audrey will know the real identity of Miss Justice. At their level, they should have some relationship with each other.

In the classroom, the man finally took apart the paper that D'Artagnan had just folded under the gazes of the surrounding eyes. His extraordinary ability could confirm that no one was peeking.

The hands wrapped in blue gloves were gently opened, and neat cursive text came into view.

"It is suspected that the Spirit Religion Group has written it, and there should be demigods behind it. It is not recommended to go deeper."

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