Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

"Good evening, Mr. Moriarty."

In the darkness, the man whose face was shrouded in shadow bowed slightly.

This is the captain...

His eyes kept moving on the other party's black over-the-knee windbreaker. Klein closed his eyes and dragged himself out of unrealistic fantasies.

Captain is dead...

"Good evening this gentleman, I don't know who you are?"

Klein pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a trace of genuine doubt flashed in his eyes.

He felt a familiar breath in the fog that enveloped the dream... This breath was similar to the breath he had felt behind Chanis Gate, much like the feeling he had felt on Ms. Fran, tranquility Quiet.

This is a demigod of the church, they have discovered my identity?

Klein subconsciously made the worst plan, but soon, he abandoned this speculation.

If it was a real demigod, he would not be able to devote his energy to continuing to think now, and it should be like the last time he faced Ms. Fran, his brain unconsciously remained vague.

Did he make use of similar items, or did he have a high-order blessing?

Between Klein's thoughts, Dunn turned around familiarly and sat on the sofa opposite him, clasping his hands.

17 and 15 Minsk Street have an almost identical pattern.

"I'm just a passing detective wanting to ask you some questions."

Dunn looked at Klein, whose spiritual body was calm in front of him, and indiscernibly connected the darkness behind him.

Obviously, the effect of his own dreaming is not perfect.

Of course, it is also possible that Backlund's former colleague stimulated this gentleman during the investigation, so that he had to be more careful to prevent the other party from "waking up" in his dream.

"Ask me some questions?" Klein also observed each other's every move.

"I saw you and a female police officer go to Singh Fizik Hospital today?"

How did he know I went to the hospital?

Klein was a little surprised at first, and then he recalled what happened in the hospital today.

"Yes, I accepted a commission yesterday, and the employer's son lives in that hospital."

When he was in the hospital today, most of his attention was on Will Auceptin and Ms. Daly, and he did not pay attention to the passers-by around him.

Listening to the other party's meaning, the focus of his words was the female police officer who was with me and the Singh Fizik Hospital.

Is he from MI9?

I remember Will Auceptin once said that the ward next to him had always been tightly controlled by MI9.

Although he really wanted to continue to observe the mysterious person whose face was covered by shadows, considering that he was still in a dream state, Klein had to pretend to be confused and be led by the other person.

Dunn still kept his upright sitting posture and nodded habitually.

"Can you elaborate on the commission you accepted?"

"At that time..." The darkness in the dream gathered, and the feeling of distress gradually climbed into Klein's mind, trying to guide him to lower his inner defenses. The escaping power collided with the surrounding mist, and there was fusion. sign.

The confused Klein "truthfully" explained the process of accepting the commission. He stared in the direction of Dunn with empty eyes, and his voice sounded like a dream.

It is indeed the habit of public servants... Klein, who was barely able to avoid leaks by relying on his "clown" ability, examined Dunn's behavior from the perspective of divergent focus.

He removed the part that Neville Auceptin entrusted with the two "Snakes of Mercury", leaving only the part where her youngest son was cursed, and he proposed to ask the church to help resolve the matter.

In this way, even if the other party really went to investigate Will Auceptin's truth, it would probably only be perfunctory by which angel, or directly encounter the Nighthawk who was trying to solve the "devil".

Although I don't know his true identity, I don't need to harm him... Klein sighed in his heart. He only hoped that the mysterious person on the opposite side could leave earlier and give himself more sleep time.

"Well, thank you for your cooperation, and I wish you a good dream."

Knowing the whole picture of the incident, Dunn slowly got up and habitually bowed to Klein "in his sleep".

Are you suspicious?

Although his neighbor is a Beyonder, is he really just a steam believer who doesn't know much about mysticism?

And his Sequence is definitely not higher than himself, with a high probability of being Sequence Nine... Dunn rubbed his chin a little embarrassedly and withdrew from the dream.

In Minsk No. 15, he was leaning against the head of the bed, his eyes glued to the black and white photo between his fingers, his eyes narrowed into slits.

"Anyway, I'm dead in the eyes of the church."

"Yes, I'm dead."

As if to convince himself, he repeated it, put away the black and white photo in his hand, put it together with the gold wire glasses neatly placed on the bedside table, turned and lay down.

......

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

In the haze where the milky white mist blended with darkness, watching the shadow-shrouded figure of the mysterious man gradually fade away, Klein breathed a sigh of relief.

"Finally gone."

In his spiritual vision, no other astral entities exist in his dreams.

"I don't know how fun my dreams are. Let's ask one or two..." He muttered a little resentfully, and his spirituality overflowed from the inside, and he was about to wrap his body.

The last time he suffered this kind of torture was when the captain was digesting the potion... He was moving his neck, which would never feel sore in his dreams, his eyes moved randomly, and he inadvertently swept across a man standing on one leg at his house. Child on the floor in the living room.

"Will Auceptin!"

Klein, who was about to leave the dream, shuddered suddenly, and his illusory feet once again stepped on the ground in the dream.

"Why are you here?"

Although there have been many "visitors" in his dream today, when he saw this "Snake of Quicksilver", Klein couldn't help but scream.

He wasn't afraid that the other party would harm him.

"Mystery" is probably watching from the gray fog now, is he trying to do something to himself, is it because he has a long life?

"I just saw that there are two 'nightmare' here, I can only wait for them to hide nearby, so I didn't say hello to you."

The tiger-headed Will Auceptin pointed to the darkness outside the window with an innocent face.

If I hadn't seen your method during the day, I would have believed it... Although I was very dissatisfied with the other party disturbing my sleep, but I couldn't beat him, and the sequence was not as high as others, Klein could only sit down calmly. .

"How did you get into my dream?"

Dreams should not belong to the authority of the destiny pathway.

"Do you still remember the thousand paper cranes I gave you?"

Will Auceptin jumped on one leg on the sofa opposite Klein, his left calf with a tumor drooped in the air, and his two stubby little hands folded into a flying bird.

That Qianzhihe who can communicate with Will Auceptin in his dreams as long as he takes it with him?

Klein suddenly remembered himself, the Qianzhi Crane seemed to be in the clothes he was hanging by the bedside.

When not in use in the future, be sure to put it away from me!

When his sleep was disturbed five times and three times, Klein had to bring some personal grudges.

"I'm here to give you something, aren't you asking for it yourself?"

Will Auceptin couldn't help feeling a little aggrieved as if he felt Klein's vague resentment.

send me something?

Can you store lucky charms?

Klein's eyes lit up instantly, and all kinds of dissatisfaction were swept away.

"Is that the spell?"

An angel-level spell, I really don't know what it will look like, its strangeness must be stronger than the Yang Yan spell!

It's a pity that those two spells were lost in the battle with the real creator God Son, and the mutated Sun Sacred Emblem was also locked behind the Chanis Gate in Tingen. If nothing else, I should never have a chance to use it in my life. It makes spells.

"Anyway, this is the full reward for this commission."

Will Ansai bit his lip, and although he was a little reluctant, he still took out the spell that he had prepared.

On the white scales, the serpentine pattern adorned with scarlet blood shone with a bewitching light. Numerous fine Elvish words surrounded the pattern on both sides, forming a ring that was connected upside down.

Ouroboros... Looking at the red and white glowing softly in the darkness of the dream, Klein was a little surprised.

With the texture of the Mobius ring and the characteristics of the Ouroboros, coupled with the authority of "Fate", he may have guessed the true ability of the concept mastered by the Fate pathway to materialize. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

By manipulating everyone's luck, or by manipulating the probability of a person's choice of various situations, so as to achieve the effect of manipulating the direction of everything in the world?

But the ability of the "spectator" seems to be able to achieve a similar effect.

And judging from the description of its own authority in "Mystery", the ability of the "space-time" domain can indeed predict the future to a certain extent, and the "divine" pathway can also take over the authority of good luck. An interference in the trajectory of things.

After the abilities of various paths reach the realm of the gods, they can achieve a certain degree of omnipotence through their own authority?

Or is it just that some of the paths of power overlap, as described in "Mystery", one path only occupies the majority of one authority, and the rest is divided up by other paths, and balance is the truth.

"What are its specific abilities?"

With all kinds of speculation in his heart, Klein stretched out his hand, grabbed the spell hanging in the air, and asked Will Auceptin.

Will Auceptin, who has a tumor on his left leg, pursed his lips.

"This is a reusable spell, of course it has a time limit and a limit."

"Because its essence is a drop of my blood, you can use it to collect your own luck to the greatest extent, or rely on other abilities to steal other people's luck and put it in it, and then release it when you need it."

"However, if you encounter danger that you can't get rid of, you can also detonate this spell directly. The price is that you will be out of bad luck for a month from now on."

"Of course, this isn't a problem for you." Will Auceptin glanced at Klein and meant something.

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