Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

Backlund, 17 Minsk Street.

"Not a good time to meet Will Auceptin lately..."

The citrine slowly rotated in the positive direction. Klein was familiar with putting away the silver chain. After cleaning up, he walked to the bedroom on the second floor.

It's not suitable to meet recently... I don't know how Will Auceptin plans to give me the rest of the reward. The suggestion given by "Secret" is to ask him to help me make a charm that can store luck, An angelic spell...

Klein suddenly recalled the spell that "Mystery" handed to Miss Justice at the last Tarot meeting.

If it is about the same level as that talisman, it seems that it does not need to be stimulated, and it can simply use its breath to accomplish a lot of things.

But I can't meet, and I don't know if he will pay in other ways, such as another method proposed by "Secret" - prolonging my luck.

Lifting the quilt, Klein thought for a while. Before going to bed, he pressed the human skin mask under his pillow, and then closed his eyes with confidence. A thin mist gradually covered his dreams.

The light was distorted. Klein sat on his sofa, reading the newspaper as usual, but the scarlet moon hung high outside the window.

Well, this is the dream of "Nightmare"... After a brief trance, Klein, with the familiar sense of detachment, judged that someone had broken into his dream.

Could it be that today's performance was reported to the church by Ms. Daly, causing me to be targeted?

Klein, who was languidly leaning against the back of the sofa, instantly tensed his nerves, and then relaxed.

He is in a dream now, and under the premise of staying awake, he will not necessarily be seen through by the "nightmare" that comes.

I can only wait and see what happens now, I really can't run with a bucket... The alarm clock is full of thoughts, but Klein in the dream is still calm and flips the newspaper in his hand to the next page.

"Good evening, Mr. Moriarty."

In the quiet silence of the night, a man with red gloves on his hands rolled in through the open window of No. 17 Minsk Street.

"Good evening, sir."

Under Klein's deliberate disguise, from the perspective of the Nighthawks, Sherlock Moriarty, who was sitting on the sofa, nodded slightly and greeted him, but there was a faint indifference and alienation between his eyebrows and eyes. .

"I heard that you came to Backlund only recently?"

"Yes." Klein nodded slightly, but his movements were half a beat slower, as if there was a delay.

As for how the other party came in, and why they sat on the sofa so naturally, both of them ignored it.

In the "nightmare" dream, the target who is dragged into the dream is hardly aware of its own situation, and it is normal to be dazed and rely on subconscious activities.

All of this was done by Klein after subtly reminding Dunn of the existence of the "acting method", sacrificing his own sleep, and experimenting again and again!

"So where did you work and live before?"

Red Glove took out a note from the pocket of his coat and asked them one by one according to the prepared questions.

Or is it a routine investigation that shows that the church doesn't treat me as something that must be controlled?

Klein blinked, the ice-blue eyes behind the lenses still couldn't see much emotion.

"I originally lived in Jianhai County. After graduating from university, I chose to go to Lenburg University to continue my studies. Until I graduated with a master's degree and returned to China, I almost stayed in Lenburg."

"Lenburg studying abroad..." Red Glove nodded slightly, then turned to the next question.

"Then did you encounter any paranormal events in Lenburg, or did you have such experiences yourself?"

When you are in a dream, if the content of the question is too direct and touches the secret in the target's heart that he is not willing to open to others, there is a certain probability that the other party will be awakened.

Under the scrutiny of the red gloves, Klein on the sofa froze for a while before continuing:

"I have seen my classmates, who are not mechanical in terms of memory talent, and I need to spend a month reciting the provisions, they may only need to read it once to remember, this has always been a shadow on my mind. "

ah?

For a time, the red glove in charge of the investigation was stunned on the opposite side, the complex expressions on his face piled up, and he didn't know what to say.

This really falls into the category of extraordinary.

Although it is very pitiful, 80% of your classmates are members of the Church of Knowledge, and of course they have a memory far beyond ordinary people... The red glove in charge of the investigation seemed to remember some bad memories, scratching his head in embarrassment, Then the question was changed.

"Then did you come into contact with other extraordinary powers later?"

He's been explicit enough already.

On the sofa opposite, a tangle flashed in Klein's eyes.

"I saw some lecturers selling potions at the Lemburg symposium."

"He said these drugs could help us finish our studies more easily."

Easy to complete your studies?

As if a keyword was triggered, the red glove in charge of the investigation instantly became alert and asked:

"What kind of medicine is it?"

"I don't know, he only said that the power of those potions came from the tarot cards, and they were called 'Spyman', 'Divinator', 'Learner' and these strange names."

In the fog-shrouded dream, the red glove in charge of the investigation grew his mouth a little bit.

He felt so absurd!

Someone disguised the sequence potion as a potion to improve intelligence and bought it for students who took the exam?

This is information that must be reported to the Archbishop!

However, he did not forget the purpose of his coming. After a little consideration, he asked a random question,

"So did you buy these potions?"

"I......"

From the perspective of Red Gloves, this question seems to be a curse. Just asking, Sherlock Moriarty, who had a calm face just now, struggled, his hands were constantly scratching the air, his throat was like drowning, and he kept emitting a lot of fun. He's voice.

"Crimson Hope..."

Seeing that the target was waking up, the red gloves murmured a poem in a low voice, soothing the gentleman opposite.

It's still a familiar taste... Although the voices are different, the very similar tune still evokes some memories of Klein.

With the efforts of "Nightmare", he calmed down his "ferocious" expression little by little, but the confusion in his eyes was much less.

"So did you buy these potions?"

In the haze, the mellow voice of the red glove sounded again, and Klein followed the power of soothing in the question and gave the answer he had already prepared.

On the sofa, Sherlock Moriarty closed his eyes in pain.

"The great **** of steam and machinery, please forgive me, I have committed sins, trying to find shortcuts on the sacred path of learning."

"Yes, I finally bought a potion called 'The Diviner' with the accumulated gold pounds, but I was also punished for it. Although it did help me pass the exam successfully, my mind also fell into an endless loop. torment."

A "diver"... The red glove in charge of the investigation put away the note in his hand, and probably glanced at Klein with his spiritual vision.

The spirit body was quite stable, and it seemed to be working well with the potion... He nodded lightly, then got up and saluted Klein.

"Thank you for your cooperation, and I wish you a good dream tonight."

In the dreamland shrouded in mist, his figure became thinner and thinner until it completely melted into the milky white behind him and disappeared.

I also hope that I can have a good dream... Klein, who was fully awake in the dream, sighed deeply. Because of his own speciality, even after "Nightmare" left, he couldn't be like a normal person. To return to normal sleep, you need to wake up first and then go back to sleep.

Ok?

Who is this?

When did my dream become a sieve that anyone can enter?

Just as he was about to exit the dream, Klein, whose spirituality had spread throughout his body, suddenly had a spiritual warning and had to sit back on the sofa.

The scattered mists condensed again, and there was a touch of deepness in the hazy, as if lurking in it, and the night sky with the red moon hanging high outside the window was even more quiet.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Moriarty."

In the darkness in the corner of the living room, the disguised Dunn Smith walked out slowly, a veil-like shadow hanging from the top of his forehead, making it impossible to see his full face.

The knee-length black trench coat swayed without wind. Klein's eyes reflected the figure of the person in front of him, and he was speechless for a moment.

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

"What are the results of the investigation?"

Underground of St. Samuel's Church ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The Nighthawk who had just invaded Klein's dream yawned lazily, then grabbed the coffee that had been prepared and took a sip.

"He is indeed a Beyonder, a 'diver'."

"'Diviner'?" Daly was a little surprised.

This did not match her estimate.

If the other party is a "diver", then what attracts you is a magical item of the "Gravedigger" pathway on him?

"So you've only got this out for so long?"

For some personal reasons, she did not speak out about her guesses,

"Of course not. I also checked his mastery of potions by the way. It's not bad. There should be no problems in a short time."

Instead of blushing because of Dai Li's violent words, Red Glove supplemented her findings quite habitually, and took another sip of coffee by the way.

"In short, your judgment is correct. He is indeed a Beyonder, but he belongs to the type who has just stepped into the Beyonder field. I will record him."

The policy adopted by the Church of Evernight towards wild Beyonders in a metropolis like Backlund is different from the consistent style of small cities like Tingen and the Church of Storms. action is taken.

After all, in densely populated big cities, official Beyonders have always been in a dilemma of insufficient human resources. For these Beyonders who live a normal life and do not violate the law and discipline, they can no longer use enough power to supervise them. It is better to adopt peaceful coexistence. Maintain a relatively stable good relationship.

The Beyonder who invaded Klein's dream just now is still tasting the coffee that still has a little temperature left, but Dai Li is not as active as usual, her green eyes are lowered, and she is thinking about something.

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