Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

Chapter 224

In the living room of No. 17 Minsk Street, Klein forcibly endured the faint pains that came from his temples from time to time, and opened his eyes.

Hiss, even with the divination of the eternal blazing sun before, the burn that almost scalded me didn't reflect on my body in reality... Klein lay on the sofa involuntarily, dazzled again and again. Let him just get up and sway back to the sofa.

I may already be a jerk...

The severe pain of the steel nails stirring his brain in the depths of his brain was still tormenting his sleep-deprived fragile nerves, but the knocking on the door from the hallway, like a talisman, added another layer to his current situation. Shovel soil.

One thing to say, if I just admitted my mistake and had a better attitude, instead of thinking about the secret behind Prince Edsack, "Secret" should be happy to help me steal this part of the pain, instead of directly bombarding me. Under the gray fog.

I probably hurt my spirit body.

Dragging his body paralyzed, Klein opened the door and found that the "real" Sheriff Faxin, who he had just seen yesterday, had a completely frozen expression on his face. I didn't knock on the wrong door.

"Mr. Moriarty, did you rest yesterday?"

With bloodshot eyes and white, paper-like skin, Mr. Sheriff suspected that he had knocked on the wrong door.

He remembered yesterday that although this gentleman was paralyzed, he was still a fighting expert who was full of energy and could fight two by one.

"I was working on a recent case yesterday and forgot the time."

Klein made a nonsense answer, looked into Sheriff Faxin's eyes without any guilt, and moved out of the way.

"Is there anything wrong with your case so early in the morning?"

"You have also seen my mental state. If you have any questions that you can't answer for a while, please forgive me."

Although he didn't know what the other party was going to do suddenly, Klein decided to put the hat of the abrupt visit on the sheriff first.

Even if you don't turn your mind around for a while, and you are really vague on some things, it's also a problem that the time of your visit is inappropriate!

"Sorry, I'm here for another case."

Sheriff Faxin frowned slightly, and walked into the living room with Klein, who was a little arrogant in his steps.

He habitually glanced at the layout of the room for a week, and was obviously stagnant when passing the breakfast on the dining table that he had not had time to clean up.

It seems a bit rude...

"Then please explain what case you are for."

Klein, who was gradually entering the state, asked Sheriff Faxin to sit on the sofa opposite him, while he took a sip of the cold water he had picked up, trying to wake up his mind paralyzed by the pain.

"Okay, you should know that in the early hours of the morning, that hateful ripper murdered another lady?" Sheriff Fasin glanced at the newspapers scattered on the coffee table, "and his actions this time are obvious. The provocation means that after the forensic judgment, the time when the poor lady died was only less than five minutes away from the time when the patrolling police officers found her."

"There are many traces left at the scene that show that this lunatic is provoking the Siviras Field."

As soon as the topic related to the case was mentioned, Sheriff Faxin's expression suddenly became serious.

Crazy Ripper again?

The temple still had an unbearable headache, and Klein covered the twitching of the corners of his mouth by drinking water.

Just because of this thing, I almost got my head blown out!

But I just divination about the Crazy Ripper. Sheriff Faxin came to me because of this case, and we only met for the first time yesterday. Why would a professional policeman find a detective he just met?

Considering the sheriff's experience of being an impostor before, Klein made a divination with the coins in his pocket without a trace, and then carefully turned on the "substitute", roughly confirming that the person sitting opposite him was really is an ordinary person.

After doing all this, he put down the teacup he drank for half a minute and sighed softly.

"So you want me to help you investigate this case?" Klein looked at Sheriff Faxin's expression and added, "I know this may sound narcissistic, but that's what you said just now."

"No, it's really helpful for you to think so." Sheriff Faxin was stunned for a moment, and then a sincere smile appeared on his face, "Actually, since the poor lady's body was discovered last night, it was in the West Velas Field. At the suggestion of our new advisor, Detective Isengard, we started contacting powerful detectives, but it was not very successful."

Even if he didn't say the rest, Klein probably guessed the real reason for the failure.

It's not because most of the private detectives are regular customers of the police station, and you are often held to the cell because you can't legally carry a gun. For a long time, it has become an occupational disease for ordinary detectives to run away when they see the police.

However, I have become a powerful detective in the name of the police station. It seems that I have only had an intersection with the Beckland police in the case of Mr. Auceptin...

Seemingly seeing Klein's doubts, Sheriff Faxin took the initiative to explain:

"I investigated your report when you rented this house before my visit. A bright-minded master of criminal investigation, I think you can advance the case in unexpected ways."

Although the rent for No. 17 in Minsk was contracted by Prince Edsack, Klein's identity certificate was used when going through the formalities at that time, so the police station could easily find out the record.

It reminded me... Klein pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, his eyes stayed in the spacious and luxurious space for living alone, his thoughts sank.

The divination just now is almost to say that Prince Edsack has a big problem, but the house I live in now is prepared by him...

Klein swept the corners of the living room with palpitations. After a struggle in his heart, he kicked the thought out of his head.

Who cares, if there is really a problem with this house, the "secret" reaction is not necessarily smaller than himself, and this house does not need to pay rent.

He took another sip of cold water, and the coins in his pocket fell again.

"I think I'd love to provide the police with my own strength."

From the touch point of view, the coin in the pocket should be tails up.

There is no danger in agreeing to Sheriff Fasin's invitation.

"Very well, can we go now?"

Sheriff Faxin breathed a sigh of relief, and the serious expression on his face looked much more relaxed.

He sorted out his black and white checkered police uniform, and the breakfast that was still on the table squeezed into his field of vision.

"Ah, of course, you can pack up first. I'll be waiting for you in the carriage outside."

The sheriff bowed apologetically, then put on the hat with the police badge on the front, and left Klein's living room first.

This attitude can be said to be much better than other police officers I have contacted with Tingen, as well as many in the 21st century... Because of the damage to the spiritual body, there is still a faint pain in the brain. Ryan shook his head, walked swayingly to the dining table, and picked up the mess on the dining table by instinct.

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

"Sheriff Fasin..."

Neatly dressed, Klein supported the gold-studded walking stick and looked at the other man beside the carriage with the police badge, showing just the right amount of doubt.

His eyes were dark red, his blond hair was neat and sparse, and the gentleman who coexisted with bookishness and poise also cast a glance at Klein and nodded politely.

He won't wake up after I left the dream yesterday, will he?

Dunn looked at the obvious haggardness on Klein's face, and suddenly felt guilty.

It looked like a nightmare after a night of sleepless nights.

"Detective Moriarty, this is Detective Evans. He also lives on this street. You should know each other?"

Sheriff Faxin's eyes kept going back and forth between the two, as if trying to see something from their reactions.

"Of course, we've known each other before at an afternoon tea party invited by our mutual neighbour, Mrs. Somer."

Dunn was the first to react and winked at Klein.

"Yes, I met Detective Evans a few times before."

Although he didn't quite know what the other party wanted to do, his intuition told Klein that it was the right choice to follow Louis Evans at this time.

"I didn't expect that there would be two powerful detectives living on this street."

Sheriff Faxin didn't know if it was a compliment, so he let the two detectives get into the car first and left himself in the last one.

He knocked on the barrier between him and the driver.

"Go straight to Detective Isengard's house."

After speaking, he turned his head deliberately and explained to the two detective gentlemen:

"Although the kingdom has been advocating reform, the police department has also begun to absorb professional criminal investigation talents."

He could pause for a moment, and then a smile appeared on his face just right.

"But you know, we are in a sense a hybrid product of the civil service system and the military. Although both sides are unflattering, their shortcomings can be learned over and over again."

"There are still many people in the bureau who dislike you folks."

What he said was more euphemistic, but still roughly explained the situation.

So instead of going directly to the police station, he went to the house of the most prestigious Detective Isengard?

Klein smiled and nodded lightly, expressing that he understood Sheriff Faxin's difficulties. Looking at Louis Evans, who had the same calm expression and was not hit by the news, he couldn't help but slander.

It is estimated that other middle and high-level police officers can agree to use the power of the detectives, which is also to divert the pressure of public opinion in the West Velas field...

The coin in his pocket turned, his fingers stroked the lines on the surface of the coin, his smile deepened.

The divination turned out to be positive... as expected.

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

"The new dentist has died unexpectedly. How long will the Crazy Ripper be so arrogant?"

"Stay tuned to the Daily Observer's special correspondent - Bill Harman's ongoing coverage for more updates on the Crazy Ripper case at Siviras Field!"

On the soft easy chair, Fors read in an exaggerated tone of today's newspaper report on the Crazy Ripper committing another crime, and waved his hand to his friend who was folding clothes on the sofa. The thin paper of the newspaper hit the air. Buzzing.

"Hugh, I suddenly feel like I made the right choice to quit my job as a dentist, look at this, thanks to my current job

You almost don't need to go out, otherwise, like before, if you go to the home of a patient with a toothache in the middle of the night, you might encounter such a terrible thing. "

The slightly damp clothes were neatly sized, and Xio, who had messy blond hair on his head, raised his head and gave his friend a cold look.

"Indeed, if you continue to stay at home and don't need the Ripper, you'll be rotten here yourself!"

It has been four days since Forsi went out last time.

"Can't you go out? You just handed in the manuscript recently. You shouldn't have to lock yourself at home every day thinking about the plot, right?"

This is the first time Hugh has said such a thing in the past four days.

Of course, she knew that her friend would not naively think that the dentist died of some kind of ripper. They all participated in the Tarot Club, and they all knew clearly that the real murderer was a powerful "devil".

If a Sequence Six who is good at fighting wants to kill someone, even hiding himself at home is useless... Xio gently covered his face.

He was also infected by Forsi, and he always thought about these useless things.

"I originally wanted to go out yesterday..." Seeing her friend's helpless expression, Fors also put away her deliberate sigh, and stopped pretending to be confused, "But when I think of no extraordinary gatherings recently, my The savings are not enough for me to buy the potion materials corresponding to 'Trick Master', so I can only try my best to come up with the outline of the next book, and I hope to finish the first part as soon as possible, and then exchange part of the manuscript fee."

To be honest, if she hadn't been afraid of Xio's anger, she would have planned to pick up the pages of the novels serialized in some magazines, or agreed to the invitation of the Intis newspaper.

Because I describe emotions in a delicate way, I hope I can publish court novels and the like in their newspapers... Fors stared blankly at the large number of color blocks projected by the sunlight in the sky through the veil, and blinked. blink.

If I still can't save a copy of the main material before the next Tarot Club, it's not that I can't try it.

"What are you thinking?"

The "Arbiter"'s intuition stood up, and Xio suddenly felt that his cohabitation friend who was giggling was a little strange.

"It's nothing." Forsi quickly shook his head, squeezing all the thoughts he had just thought into his stomach.

The last piece of clothing was also folded, and Xio walked in front of Fors with about seven or eight pieces of clothing in her hands. When her hands were loosened, a stack of clothes fell directly in front of her.

"Remember to hang it up later."

She said that she was about to leave, but when she walked to the door, Xio seemed to remember something, she turned around, and said to Forsi, who was shrinking her body and avoiding the wet clothes:

"I have a job here. Do you want to come? It's not very dangerous."

Isn't it dangerous?

Forsi knew that Xio had always been conservative in this regard, and said lazily:

"what type is it?"

Seeing that his friend was still interested, Xio let out a sigh of relief before continuing:

"Posted by a jeweler in a bounty hunter pub early this morning."

"His son seems to have made some not-so-good friends. Maybe he has some dirt on it. I want to ask some professionals to help him solve this problem."

Xio raised his eyebrows and used his fingers to draw a tombstone shape in the air.

Going to a cemetery and getting necrotic residue?

Forsi sat up all of a sudden.

Since the founding of Loen, all cemeteries in the country have been patrolled by official Beyonders, and most of them will also pray through priests before burial~www.wuxiamtl.com~ There are hardly any undead born in regular cemeteries, at most there will be some Not even a threat.

"Sounds like good business." She laughed and jumped off the easy chair, smoothing the folds of her skirt.

"Anyway, that gentleman is very rich, and then I found a few detectives and got no results. Would you like to help me? You know, my grasp of the ceremony has always been rough."

The corners of Hugh's mouth were almost pressed together, his eyes erratic.

The smile on the corner of his mouth slowly evoked, Fors pulled his long brown hair behind his waist and patted his chest lightly.

"Of course, no problem."

I just read what I wrote a few days ago, and I really feel that it is not very good. I don't know how it is written today, whether it is better.

Several people in the book group suggested that I add some Xiaoke’s inner complaints. In fact, I’m not very good at writing complaints. I’m afraid it will become a one-man show if I don’t grasp it well, but I still tried it today. I don’t know if you can give it a shot some feedback.

Finally, ask for a monthly pass and recommendation, please!

Extra ing~