Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

Chapter 207 The Guidance of Fate

"don't want......"

what sound?

Klein, who was still attending the Extraordinary Party, glanced around suspiciously, and the "substitute" attached to his right hand turned on silently.

In the Extraordinary World, hearing mysterious sounds from unknown sources is often a harbinger of danger.

But when he looked around for a week, he found that other members of the party were still or concerned, or participated in the party themselves, and even the man who offered to trade the sunflower stamens was still negotiating with another member who had this material.

So, am I the only one who heard that voice?

After all, from the perspective of the spiritual body line, Klein did not see any other existences in this house used for gatherings, apart from the members and convener of the meeting.

All the spiritual body lines here are almost concentrated in the area where the living room is located.

It couldn't have come from the "mysterious" guy... After doing another divination, he shook his head slightly after confirming that there was no danger, and immediately put his attention back on the party.

It just so happened that the two men who were still arguing just now have completed the transaction, and the whole party has returned to the dead silence as before.

"I want to ask, who among you is interested in the exhibition of Emperor Roselle that will be held by the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery?" "Eye" raised his hand slightly, as if he wanted to end the party, and finally said the topic he had been holding back for a long time.

"Emperor Roselle's exhibition, I remember it was an exhibition open to all residents. What are you asking about this?" The lady behind the "craftsman" support keenly grasped the emotions hidden in the other party's words, and asked in a serious tone Very sharp.

I didn't even know there was such an exhibition... Klein observed the other members around him, and found that at least half of them were more or less surprised by the news.

The man who asked the question first pulled the side of his robe and smiled.

"Of course I hope to legally obtain some mysterious notes from Emperor Roselle, or something else."

Without waiting for others to interrupt, he dug out a newspaper from his pocket and threw it on the ground, just enough to be seen by everyone.

"You should all know that although various churches say that Emperor Roselle's notes do not contain mysterious powers, each of them is collecting such 'worthless' notes."

"Think about it, gentlemen and ladies, did Emperor Roselle's legacy fall into the hands of those abominable official Beyonders? If these things are really as useless as they say, why would they spend so much money? Strength to collect these useless things?"

Speaking of excitement, this gentleman actually stood up, but obviously no one of the other participating members was impressed by him, all of them just sat in their seats and watched from the sidelines.

"Come on, you don't think you can fool the fool and you to seek Roselle's notes in the Church of Steam with this kind of reason?"

"Isn't it necessary to be in such a hurry to see your own god?"

The fat "pharmacist" who made a lot of money today even showed his displeasure faster than the lady who had some connection with an official "craftsman". The fat body moved on the chair and approached imperceptibly. The direction of the "eye of wisdom" old gentleman seems to be afraid that the other party will attack him in anger.

If I don't understand Chinese, then when I see the "achievements" that Emperor Roselle usually shows, I will also wonder if there are more precious contents hidden in the notes he wrote in "cipher text".

It's a pity, I can only think of the few diaries I read last week, the taste of a witch... Klein who lost the filter of the Great Emperor Roselle chose to remain silent since the first day of crossing, but In his heart, he had already decided that he must confirm the details of this Roselle exhibition.

What if there is really something in the diary that you haven't read, and there is something precious and valuable hidden in it?

In the middle of the living room, the gentleman was still standing stubbornly, under the eyes of various colors, trying to incite a few people who could be used.

"Hehe, although Emperor Roselle is indeed very respectable, I think everyone here has the right to make their own decisions. The first prerequisite for us to share and help each other is mutual respect, right?" Finally, the "Eye of Wisdom" who remained silent all the time and didn't speak much during the whole gathering clapped his hands, bringing the whole incident to an end.

He didn't put his arm down, but pointed in the direction of the door and said to the standing man:

"Now that the party is over, sir, you are the first to leave and go to the front door."

This is both a protection and a solution to the troubles of the moment.

The man who was stared at by countless eyes was silent for a while, then heyed.

"I respect your decision."

After all, he walked straight to the direction of the main entrance. After more than ten seconds, with a bang, the gentleman left.

Afterwards, under the command of "Eye of Wisdom", one participant left one after another, and Klein was placed in the back order.

Feeling the cold wind of late autumn again, Klein took off his robe, dressed in a coat and hat, and lightly tapped his cane as he strolled down Tiemen Street.

"Forget it..." I don't know what he thought of, he sighed softly and walked away quickly.

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

Victor Bowan walked briskly down the greasy streets, the gas lamps by the roadside and the blood moon in the sky his only source of light in the dark.

Under the dim twilight and crimson, his gloomy face was set off extremely terrifyingly. His eyes, which were often scary because of their small pupils, were now even more terrifying in the dark.

If there is no helper, how can he get that treasure from Roselle Exhibition?

When he thought of the stupid pig appearances of those wild Beyonders who didn't know anything, Victor Bowang was unable to contain his anger.

"It's all a bunch of short-sighted things!"

After scolding those people several times, he sorted out the custom-made suits that had many wrinkles due to running. His face that was full of anger just now returned to a reserved smile that belongs to a gentleman, and he walked out of the cramped with decent manners. alley.

"gentlemen,"

As he walked out of the alley, a luxurious carriage parked under the street lamps revealed its full picture. The well-dressed butler stood beside the carriage and respectfully took the cane handed by the young master.

"Go home first, I don't have much energy today." Victor, who had returned to the status of a big banker - Morse Beauvain - the only son, was accustomed to instructing in the tone of a high-ranking person, and walked on his own. On the carriage.

He didn't need to worry too much. The extremely comfortable carriage, which was decorated with soft cushions and flannel, quickly ran. Victor, who was too lazy to move, felt the softness behind him, and in front of his housekeeper, he hooked forward lazily. Flicking his fingers, the wine neatly placed in the portable wine cabinet appeared out of thin air in his hand.

With a pleasant expression on his face, he glanced at the pocket watch that appeared on his left hand at some point, and lightly tasted the faint liquid in the cup, his smile became even stronger.

As he calculated, the time was just right, and it was a good sobering up.

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

"On October 15th, the exhibition of Emperor Roselle will be held at the Kingdom Museum on Kingdom Avenue in the West District, so stay tuned."

With a newspaper rolled up in his hand, Klein, who was engrossed in reading reports about the exhibition of Emperor Roselle, strolled down the streets of Minsk, relying on his walking stick to find his way, so that he didn't fall into a neighbor's lawn outside his house.

I didn't expect that such an important news, the Tussock River News, was not reported. I needed to go to the Backlund Post to read it... Klein rebuked this authoritative newspaper with some dissatisfaction. Gradually put away the newspapers that have been read.

In order to confirm such an important official event as the Emperor Roselle exhibition, he bought five different newspapers to find relevant reports, and the only "Backlund Post" that mentioned this was actually true. I just mentioned one sentence, the other content is all about how powerful this emperor is.

Nonsense, Roselle copied so many things, does he need a newspaper to tell him if he is so good?

Klein, who was heartbroken at the fact that he had spent half a sole selling newspapers, not only quickened his pace, but also desperately wanted a warm fireplace at home to comfort his wounded heart.

But when he took a few steps forward, he found that a carriage had stopped in front of his house, and a well-dressed man rushed to the door anxiously, knocking on the door as restrained as possible.

What's the situation?

Klein's own inspiration was not touched, and he couldn't figure out what was going on. He frowned slightly, and couldn't help speeding up his pace, and rushed behind the gentleman who was still knocking on his door.

"Excuse me, what's the matter with you?"

A question suddenly appeared behind him, and the gentleman who was knocking on the door was startled, screamed uncontrollably, turned around nervously, and stared at Klein alertly.

"I'm the master here, is there anything you want to find me?" Klein, who frowned even more deeply when he saw the other party's overreaction, felt a little abnormal.

The fear shown by this gentleman was not fake, as if someone was really chasing him behind him.

Breathing gradually stabilized, the slightly calmer man looked at Klein's appearance after being disguised by the human skin mask, looked at the expressionless mature man, and finally took a deep breath.

"Thank goodness, you must be Detective Moriarty?"

Without waiting for Klein to answer, he continued, as if he would never have a chance to say anything if he didn't finish it now.

"I saw your ad in the newspaper and went to the address there, and you've moved out, and I might have been desperate if a good gentleman had not told me your current address."

Klein tried his best to squeeze out his expression, but wearing the mask for too long, the muscles on his face were completely stiff, so he couldn't do any extra action except talking, so he could only say angrily:

"It seems that fate helped you find me."

"Oh, fate..." The slightly embarrassed middle-aged man exclaimed exaggeratedly and waved his hand like a theatrical actor, "Perhaps fate made me find you, Mr. Moriarty. "

"Introduce myself, my name is Neville Auceptin."

After speaking, he tidied up his clothes a little so that he didn't look as embarrassed as possible, and then continued:

"You may think I'm neurotic, but I've been rejected by nearly ten detectives, and if you're rejecting me, I probably really don't know what to do."

first more,

I'm going to start trying to write a new plot again, I hope the squid bless...

Or ask for a monthly pass and recommendation!

I found that those recent new books are so fierce. Their data is the same as that of the rocket. Is there still such a market for Douluo mainland fans?

Chapter 208 The Child Who Brings Bad Luck

Rejected by a dozen detectives?

Klein keenly grasped the main point of the other party's words, and felt a little troubled, but still under the blessing of "Clown"'s powerful control, his expression was as usual:

"Mr. Auceptin, I just came back from outside. I think it will be more convenient for us to go in and talk."

"Of course, I'm a bit too cold. You know, Backlund's autumn has always been torturous." Seeing a glimmer of hope, Neville Auceptin catered to Klein's thoughts and walked in together. inside the house.

It's just that as soon as he entered the room, he was left in the living room by Klein for the reason of going to the bathroom, sitting alone in an unpopular house.

click.

The bathroom door was locked. Under the light, Klein pulled off the human skin mask that had been on his face for a day, and washed his face with warm water.

After doing all of this, seeing that the muscles on his face were slightly relaxed, he took off the citrine pendant decorated with silver chains from his wrist, and said with familiar divination:

"The task that Neville Auceptin will entrust to me will not be too dangerous..."

In the windless bathroom, under the influence of gravity, the citrine pendant that hangs down slowly rotates slowly, drawing a circle in a clockwise direction.

It really won't be too dangerous... Klein, who had confirmed the basic bottom line, put on the human skin mask again, rubbed his fingers against the black-rimmed glasses, looked at the doubts in his eyes in the mirror, and whispered softly.

"If it's not dangerous, then why was he rejected by a dozen detectives?"

He certainly didn't think that there were any high-ranking existences that interfered with his divination. If those high-ranking personalities who did not easily reveal their existence were involved in this matter, it might explain why no detective would accept a life-threatening case.

However, it is impossible to be a detective to be an Extraordinary!

I'm a little nervous sometimes, and it's not something that happens to me or it must be trouble... Klein, who has changed back to Sherlock Moriarty, slapped his cheek and walked out of the bathroom. There was finally a smile on his face.

"Mr. Auceptin, can you tell me now what trouble you're in?"

Sitting on the sofa in the living room, Auceptin, who carelessly rubbed his knees with his hands as if he didn't know where to put them, turned his head and met Klein's gaze sitting on the sofa opposite him, gritted his teeth, and muttered. What happened.

"At first it was because of my son. My son had some problems with his legs at first. I sent him to the hospital and entrusted a doctor with a good reputation."

"You know, businessmen like me don't usually have a son, so I didn't really care when the doctor told me it might not be good."

"But, but, when my son's condition worsened again and his legs were so swollen that he couldn't walk, there were robbers in my house!" Suddenly, Mr. Auceptin seemed to recall some nightmare, fear and panic Occupying his face, even though Klein tried to comfort him, he couldn't reduce his deep fear.

"Can you imagine? In the North District, not in places like Backlund Bridge and East District, there would be robbers who would enter a businessman's house in a grand manner, and try to kill people for money!"

His right hand was uncontrollably grasping the corner of his clothes, and the veins on the back of his hand burst out, as if the robber with the gun was still standing in front of him.

"But what does this have to do with your son?"

Klein held his chin in confusion and asked softly.

"Of course it has something to do with it, of course, Will, from the day Will entered the hospital, strange things have always happened in our family, that is, after his condition deteriorated, those robbers only targeted us." Mr. Ting straightened up like a dragon whose scales had been touched.

From what he said, this Will is a child who brings bad luck?

Klein touched his chin, feeling a little bit more interested.

"Then how did you escape from those robbers?"

"I think they all came into your house, and now you're here with me, something must have happened?"

Listening to Klein's gentle question, Mr. Auceptin's slightly distorted expression eased a lot, and recalled:

"I don't remember exactly, I just remember that it was a mess, and after they put down their guns and were about to collect my family's money, the police arrived for no reason. After two accomplices were killed, those **** were laying down Seriously, after he said he was going to kill me, he ran away."

Ran away?

Klein pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, the reflection of the lenses obscured the emotion in his eyes.

He felt from the beginning that the story was full of coincidences.

Why after his son was hospitalized, he would often encounter bad things, and even be openly robbed by a robber with a broken brain?

Why did the robber who put down his guard meet the police who just arrived after being threatened?

Why did several robbers still escape successfully under such circumstances?

It all looks like it's set up!

But the results of the divination told me that there is no danger...and if other detectives heard the story, they would only think that there were many coincidences in it, although the threat of robbers is indeed more dangerous, but as long as the other party bids

It is suitable, and it will not be rejected even after looking for a dozen people.

So what really held the other detectives back was what happened next?

"What happened after that?"

"Later, I started hiring bodyguards everywhere and arranged for confidant servants to contact the company in this area." Mr. Auceptin followed Klein's rhythm as he narrated, but the mixed expression of fear and panic on his face climbed again. came up.

"You must have no idea what happened to me. In the afternoon when I sent my servant, I actually received a mysterious letter containing my servant's finger!"

Seeing the hysterical talk in front of him, Klein raised his eyebrows.

The typical detective story goes, what is this, the fate that the name Sherlock Moriarty must bear?

After a brief loss of control, Mr. Auceptin, who was exuding a gloomy aura all over his body, regained his emotions. At Klein's request, he continued to tell about his subsequent encounters.

"Because of the threat, after discussing it with my wife, I started to find reliable detectives for protection in safe places such as Chorwood District and North District in a carriage by myself."

"But every time I visit, I can't see those detectives. Sometimes they reject me because they are in charge of other cases, sometimes because they are unwilling to take risks. In short, I don't know why they are so unlucky."

A burst of anger suddenly appeared on his flustered face, and he slammed heavily on his knee.

"Now, you are the last detective I can find. To be honest, if I hadn't kept the habit of reading newspapers, I wouldn't have known that there is a detective like you in Chorwood..."

It's better not to say your last sentence... Although it is suspected that there is indeed an extraordinary force involved in this matter, Klein seems to have discovered another reason why the other party failed to entrust detectives many times.

Sometimes speaking is also an art.

"So, since you think your son has something to do with your current misfortune, have you confirmed this, such as finding the priest in the church, or visiting your son to see if there is anything wrong with him?"

Klein tried his best to use gentle words to guide the other party to divert his attention, recalling some things that seemed unimportant, but in fact were likely to be inadvertently associated with some occult items.

"Visit him, why do you want to visit him?"

Mr. Auceptin let out a strange cry as if he had heard a funny joke.

"Detective Moriarty, I put him in a first-class hospital in Backlund, and now my eldest son and wife are threatened, and I still bother to visit him?"

He completely avoided the point of looking for a church priest, and when he talked about his youngest son, his tone turned out to be slowly disgusting.

Sure enough, there is a problem... Klein nodded and raised his voice a little:

"Sir, I came from a criminal investigation background, and I am very confident in my skills."

Klein assumed the style of an English gentleman in the movie and TV series and began to fool around.

"However, although I don't think those robbers will be my opponents, I still fear the power of the devil. I need to see your unfortunate son with my own eyes and make sure that he is not cursed by the devil before I accept your commission. "

He didn't finish his words. Anyway, when he saw the child, if he really found something troublesome, he could immediately withdraw and find a way to leave the matter to the church.

"Okay, I can take you to see him now." Seeing that his safety could finally be guaranteed, Neville Auceptin didn't want to stay for almost a second, and he was about to get up.

"I need to remind you that it is night, and I don't want to go to the hospital to disturb a patient at this time." Klein shook his head gently, without any intention of leaving.

Can't wait, can't wait to fly to the hospital now, Mr. Auceptin stared into Klein's eyes. After looking at each other for a long time, he sat down again dejectedly.

What a strange person...

"Well, it's all up to you. I'll come to you at eight o'clock tomorrow morning. Even if you're lying in the hospital, you should wake up."

After some negotiation, Klein tried his best to drag the time to 8:30 before Mr. Auceptin returned to the carriage he had parked outside the door and returned to his home~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Nine o'clock in Backlund time , Singh Fizik Hospital.

. "It's here." Outside an ordinary ward, Mr. Auceptin, who was still dressed in formal clothes, pouted in the direction of the house, as if he didn't want to go in.

Glancing at him deeply, Klein turned on his spiritual vision and walked into the ward alone.

In the room, two figures were tall and the other was low, one was standing by the window and the other was curled up on the bed.

Alarmed by the crisp sound of the cane being tapped on the ground, the doctor who was guiding the child's psychology on the bed looked up, with obvious surprise in his eyes.

"excuse me, you are?"

Second more!

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The original book did not directly say when the snake entered the hospital, but Dr. Allen said that a few days ago, I pushed it forward for about a week, and there should be nothing wrong...probably.