Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

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?"

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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.