Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

In the living room, Neville Auceptin was lying on the back of the sofa, checking the position of his wife and eldest son from time to time.

For him, the most important thing now is the safety of property and heirs.

"Did Detective Moriarty go out too long?"

In a daze, he suddenly raised his head and rubbed his eyes that were almost squinting together.

"That gentleman went to the toilet, maybe it took a little more time?"

A bodyguard whom Klein had met just now looked at his sleepy companion next to him, and shook his numb left leg indifferently.

To them, their employers are simply intimidated.

The robber will not let him go if the younger son is cursed, it is just a conjecture made up by this businessman.

Even in the Backlund Bridge area where I live, if the house was robbed by robbers and called the police, those robbers would be scared away, why would they even think about grabbing another fortune?

Not to mention that a few of them have died. It is estimated that the unfortunate servant who had his little finger cut off was only frightened a few times. Otherwise, how could he come back alive?

Seeing the dissoluteness of the two bodyguards he hired, Neville Auceptin angrily slammed off the sofa and swallowed the scolding that had slipped to his mouth.

Wait until those robbers are caught and see how I deal with you!

But where did that Moriarty go, and why hasn't he come back for so long?

Neville Auceptin looked at the darkness at the door of the living room, and vaguely felt that he saw a vague shadow slowly walking out of it, becoming more and more clear.

"Who, you go..."

Just as Mr. Auceptin waved to the bodyguard behind him, he heard a familiar voice coming from the darkness of the corridor.

"Mr. Auceptin, I have bad news and good news here."

In the dim corridor, Klein walked out step by step, holding the collars of two robbers in one hand and holding a cane in the other, his black-rimmed glasses almost slipping off the bridge of his nose.

"Bad news and good news?" Neville Auceptin repeated dully, apparently not reacting to the fact that Klein, who said he was going to the toilet, suddenly brought two people back.

But after all, he is also a businessman who has experienced a lot of things in the shopping mall, just glanced at the two unlucky **** who were dragged back all the way, and probably guessed the beginning and the end of the matter.

"Are these two robbers?"

As if he didn't dare to confirm, he took a closer look at the two men in Klein's hand, and couldn't help but take a few steps forward, but almost hit Klein's chest.

How did we two get so close?

At this time, he suddenly realized that the bodyguard he hired just walked all the way, and he didn't make a sound.

"I went and found them in the bathroom." Klein saw that his employer hadn't completely turned his back, and his left hand suddenly loosened, and the two robbers fell to the ground. He was about to wake up, but now he has to fall asleep again.

"They knocked out a guy there, presumably the gentleman in charge of the patrol... Hey, three, come and help, tie their hands and feet."

Moving his sore wrists, Klein beckoned in the direction of the other three bodyguards.

Looking at the gangster whose hands and feet were temporarily **** by bodyguards with a square scarf in the living room, Neville Auceptin completely accepted this absurd reality.

The robber who he had been afraid of for several days was actually knocked down by a middle-aged detective who took the opportunity to go to the toilet?

After a long sigh of relief, Neville Auceptin's brows suddenly tightened, and he turned to look in Klein's direction.

"Detective Moriarty, what was the bad news you just said?"

"Bad news..." The heavy gold coins were thrown up and down in his hands, and Klein looked at the result in his palm before saying in a long tone:

"Their eldest is still in this house and is probably about to run away."

The gold coin in Klein's palm is the reverse side.

"what?"

boom!

Neville Auceptin stared at Klein who was standing in front of the window with an unbelievable expression. In the dark night, a gunshot accompanied by the eye-catching Mars shocked the businessman with his mouth wide open.

It's the robber chief, he's running away!

"The porter, he hit the porter, hurry up, go!" Almost instantly, Neville Auceptin made a judgment from the direction of the gunshots, disregarding his image and shouting at a few bodyguards who were stunned by the side. shouted.

After all, it was the employer who was giving money. After being yelled a few times, the bodyguard with only a three-edged blade on his body filed out and ran towards the doorman.

"You don't have to go." Neville Auceptin saw that Klein was still standing in the living room, his bloodshot eyes stared at him for two seconds before he relaxed. After a change of mind, he waved to Klein.

If there are more than four robbers, wouldn't he and his wife and children explain it here?

The gas lamp at the top of the living room was still bright. Klein was playing with the gold coins in his hand, and his heart had already drifted to Will Auceptin.

After dragging the two robbers back just now, he did two divinations, and the last robber leader would be caught without his own shot.

It's like... These robbers are like being sent here deliberately. Even if I'm not here, I'm afraid they will be caught by Mr. Auceptin for various reasons.

Mr. Auceptin's initial bad luck is not necessarily the handwriting of his "young son", it is estimated that it was only the result of the two "mercury snakes" who were involved in the confrontation.

But after that, Will Auceptin should have intentionally borrowed this bad luck to get in touch with me, or in order to get in touch with "mystery" logically, and wanted to get help in a roundabout way to get through his weakness Expect.

Dirty, the heart is really dirty, are these angels and true gods all hiding their hearts like this?

Even turning into a Sealed Artifact is the same face!

He suddenly remembered the live broadcast he watched on Grey Mist after Tingen's death. At that time, he had already seen the script written by 0-08. It was really unprofessional from pretending to be confused to finishing the next game.

Alas, perhaps the most scheming person I've ever seen is the Red Angel?

Klein changed to a more comfortable position and massaged the muscles of his face while sitting.

Although that person wanted him to come out, he really didn't deliberately set any traps behind his back. Instead, he put the transaction on the bright side.

Could it be that the angels of the true creator are unexpectedly simple?

If that Ourorius really has a plan, he should squat beside him, waiting for Will Auceptin to take the bait.

Outside the living room, the footsteps were getting heavier and heavier. Klein, who was massaging his cheeks, not only put down his hand, but turned around based on his feeling. He happened to see a few bodyguards pushing a man with a bruised nose and a bruised face in, talking and laughing.

It seems that this is the "first hero" in Will Auceptin's plan... Klein simply gave up his "facially paralyzed" face and cleared his throat expressionlessly.

"It seems that the last good news has arrived. Congratulations, Mr. Auceptin, you are now safe."

He looked at Neville, whose facial features were somewhat similar to Will Auceptin, and seemed to hear the sound of gold coins falling to the ground.

"Di, your luck has arrived, and the balance is once."

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

The light of lightning frequently split the sky, bringing a touch of brightness to the city-state shrouded in darkness all day long. The two towers standing facing each other were seen from a distance, as if bathed in thunderstorms, dyed with a silver halo.

In the semi-enclosed room at the bottom of the round tower, the four elders of the City of Silver's six-member council sat around the round table with solemn expressions.

After encountering Loholid, Chief Colin Iliad immediately ordered all the team members to stay away from the ruins that hide the true Temple of the Creator. All the members, including myself, were locked in the dungeon and quarantined together. After confirming that no one was born, the conversation with several other elders was put on hold for a long time.

The main purpose of this meeting was to make Lovia take the initiative to confess to the elders of the six-member council.

"So it was the demigod who took the initiative to release kindness to you in the first place, so you can get the recipe of the 'shepherd'?" Alexander looked at Dorovia, his head lower than himself, and his tone was full of distrust.

He is a "guardian", but because of his strong personal ability, he can be highly compatible with a holy-level sealed artifact, so he became a member of the six-member council at the age of forty.

"If he really wants to release goodwill, why did he deliberately ambush the team led by the chief this time?"

Under his stern scrutiny, Lovia behaved extremely calmly.

"Because of the 'Sanshou Sanctuary', the Sequence Three of 'Secret Prayer' can herd plural demigods, and can be said to be the saint closest to the angelic level~www.wuxiamtl.com~ He has always sought to be like a real Like an angel, find a city-state to worship you."

"As far as I know, he did have such a city, but it was later destroyed by... a more powerful force."

She struggled to replace the unspoken word "true creator" with a more vague designation. After converting to this god, she herself was no longer allowed to say any words that "destroyed" the god.

"So this time the 'Sanshou Sanctuary' escaped because you happened to be near the city-state of the mysterious god, and he felt a stronger aura?"

With a bright bald head and a dark cyan symbol tattooed on the top of his head, Wet Hilmont pressed down Alexander, who was about to ask questions, with a strong voice, and at the same time glanced at Colin, who had been silent, without a trace.

"Maybe, I also felt the strong malice emanating from the ruins of the city-state at the time, so I ordered everyone to return." Colin, who has fought side by side with Hilmon for many years, took the initiative to answer this question and blocked another. Elder's mouth.

And Alexander, who was obviously still suspicious of Lovia, had to swallow his breath after seeing the chief voice again, sinking all his defenses into his stomach.

For 2,500 years, it is precisely to avoid internal disputes and confrontations that the City of Silver has been able to persist in the dark.

Anyway, after the baptism of the "Crown of Glory" and the chief's setting, Lovia's suspicions were temporarily cleared, and this meeting for this purpose also broke up.

On the spiral staircase, Lovia, who had always been calm, suddenly stopped and looked behind her, the chief who was standing on the steps half a body taller than her, and her eyebrows fluctuated for the first time.

"When will Derrick Berger be reviewed?"

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