Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

"News Andre, 30 Wilde Street, South of the Bridge?"

Klein looked at the lifeless house in front of him. This was the house indicated in the commission, the residence of the missing fiancé.

The information is a house bought with full price, which is really enviable... Klein pouted, put away the additional materials enthusiastically provided by Detective Isengard, and walked to the house that was already shining.

The lady who left the entrustment is not at home now, so Klein can only try to get more information from the neighbors.

No. 31... He confirmed the number on the house number and knocked gently on the door.

"coming."

After waiting for a few seconds, a middle-aged man with a muffled voice opened the door, looking like he didn't wake up.

"Hello, Mr. Mickelson." This is the name written on the mailbox, "I am a detective, and I have been commissioned by a young lady to investigate the recent whereabouts of her fiancé, but he doesn't seem to be at home, Can I ask you a few questions?"

Listening to Klein's self-introduction, Mickelson, who originally had a fight between his eyelids and seemed to fall asleep at any time, became a little bit more energetic, and took the initiative to light a cigarette for himself.

"Do you smoke?"

Klein glanced at the classic Southern Continent cigarette and shook his head.

"Okay, I don't know what's going on with my **** neighbors recently," he said with a hint of emotion, and he spit the smoke ring on Klein without hesitation, "but a fiancée is investigating her recent whereabouts. My fiancé...let me guess, it's Andre or Carilti, which one of them cheated on?"

cheated?

Does this gentleman think I'm investigating this?

Although Klein was a little stunned, he quickly accepted this reality. After all, after the establishment and improvement of the police agency, the status of detectives in people's eyes became more and more inferior. Now there are indeed many detectives who live by helping people find lost things and catch rape.

"No, sir, it may be a little different from what you think, it's just that the lady who entrusted her found out that her fiancé has recently disappeared." Klein couldn't make any extra expressions on his face, just shook his head gently, "She just Wondering where Mr. Andre has been recently."

The middle-aged man leaning on the door frame took a long breath and laughed.

"Andre, ha, that's a really good question for you to ask."

He smiled happily, trembling, and the fat on his face was shaking.

"Do you know the whereabouts of Mr. Andre?"

Klein asked urgently.

"Of course." Mickelson pursed his lips and pursed his nose, trying to keep himself from laughing again, his eyes narrowed, and he looked at Klein meaningfully.

"If the information you gave is useful, I will return it to you." Klein really couldn't help laughing this time.

Mickelson nodded with satisfaction, and finally pulled himself from the door frame.

"Actually it's nothing, I haven't seen Andre recently."

He clapped his hands, then pointed in the direction of number 30.

"That guy is a freak who always leaves early and returns late. To be honest, I think it's outrageous that such a person would have a fiancée."

"And he and the next door, my other neighbor, the guy named Carilti, thinks he is very powerful. He doesn't hide his eyes very much, and he doesn't want to contact the neighbors. There are not many servants in the house. I have to show the air of those big men who live in the West District. Usually, when everyone comes to the door on festivals, they keep the neighbors’ children out, as if they will dirty their house if they go in.”

It seemed that he finally had the opportunity to speak ill of his neighbors to outsiders. Mickelson's voice was a little louder, and the cigarette in his hand quickly burned to the **** of the cigarette.

Reluctance to let the neighbor's children in, not hiring servants, leaving early and returning late, and keeping a distance from the neighbors... how does this sound to my life.

Every time I heard more words, Mickelson's complaints were like a knife, stabbed Klein fiercely.

These two people are not extraordinary, right?

He stared suspiciously at Mickelson, who was still talking, and his eyes gradually became complicated.

If there is a person whose neighbor on his left is an Extraordinary and the neighbor on his right is also an Extraordinary, then 80% of them will be investigated by the Nighthawk.

Spirit Vision turned on silently, Klein glanced at Mickelson's spiritual body with occupational disease, and silently closed Spirit Vision again.

I'm sorry, I shouldn't have doubted you, but your stomach may really need to see a doctor... He turned his head quietly, not moving much, but it still caused Mikel Sen's attention.

"What's wrong?"

The gentleman stopped his gossip about the two neighbors and felt a little strange looking at Klein's inexplicably complicated eyes.

"It's nothing, the information you gave is very useful. I didn't expect you to help me so much."

Klein forced a smile, then took out a few coins from his pocket and stuffed them into Mickelson's hands. The muffled voice shouted without turning back.

Although it is unlikely, he may really be able to investigate the two houses No. 30 and No. 32.

Klein stood in the corner outside the garden fence at No. 30, looking at the lifeless garden detached house from a distance, and clenched the cane in his palm.

If it's an ordinary person, even if I break into a private house, I'll hardly leave any traces, but if it's a Beyonder... Klein shook his head.

Although after coming to Backlund, he had seen more wild Beyonders than all of Tingen combined, and there were many powerful mid-rankers among them.

He stared at the house that seemed to be shrouded in shadows, the transparent glass windows were blocked by the thick darkness, and it was almost impossible to see the scene behind him.

Klein lightly tapped the cane in his hand, turned and left.

......

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun."

Above the gray fog, Klein responded to the ceremony he had prepared. The body composed of spiritual bodies rose from the high-backed chair and hovered above the long bronze table. He completely relied on the spread of his spirituality to resist the illusory gate against him. The powerful suction of the spirit body.

Well, although the results of the divination just now showed that there would be no danger, the most basic disguise still needs to be done... He glanced at his junk pile thoughtfully, and waved lightly. .

A badge flew up from the gray fog and was directly incorporated into Klein's spiritual body. It immediately stained his eyes with blood red, and a thin shadow overflowed from within, wrapping his body and turning into a flowing all-black robe.

This is the contact badge that Mr. A gave him.

I originally thought I shouldn't use this thing... Klein looked at his limbs, and he felt that his illusory spiritual body actually had a touch of flesh and blood.

rumbling...  

Without the restraint of spirituality, the half-opened illusory door opened its arms, and Klein's spiritual body was immediately sucked into it, traversing the deep spiritual world, and descended directly to the altar.

He roughly glanced at the surrounding environment, but found that it was different from before. He even had to adapt, and he was already used to the light around him. Even the shadows in the room with the curtains carefully drawn were faintly resonating with him.

This badge gives me some "shepherd" power?

He tried to lean against the shadow in the corner of the wall, and the man was instantly sucked in, blending with the black.

Klein flew out of it, feeling a little surprised at the vagueness of his body, and put his body on the bed, and at the same time incorporated the "substitute" gloves and Mr. Azik's copper whistle into his body.

A gloomy cold spread throughout the whole body, and the body that was originally blessed by the real sense of flesh and blood suddenly became stronger. Although he could no longer feel the warmth similar to the flow of flesh and blood, instead, Klein could even use his spirit The body can carry heavy objects, and even close-quarters combat can produce good results.

It's a good feeling... The restraint on his face was temporarily lifted because the mask was not there. Klein smiled lightly, and the whole person suddenly sank into the shadow on the ground, swimming along the darkness like a snake, from a corner of the bridge area. It poured out of the room every hour, and quickly swam in the direction of No. 30 Wilde Street.

Unlike Tingen, where the official Extraordinary power is weak, Klein does not dare to hurry in the high-profile air in Backlund, where a "nightmare" may appear at any time.

Fortunately, it was already afternoon, and the dense fog in Backlund had gathered again, and the shadows on the ground were not rare. Klein returned to house 30 without much effort.

Wearing a shadow robe, he slowly rose from the ground. Unlike just now, from the perspective of the spiritual state, this dead house is being shrouded in a layer of coldness~www.wuxiamtl.com~ This feeling, this Mr. Andre should indeed be an Extraordinary person, and he is inclined to those paths of "evil"... Klein first inspired the "substitute" on his right hand, and then approached the house in the center of the garden. Drilled directly into a shadow.

Different from the design of Minsk Street, which focuses on lighting, this house gives people a feeling of depression everywhere. The chandeliers on the roof are hanging down, almost close to the top of people's heads.

Gently brushing the dust deposited on the table with his fingers, Klein looked thoughtfully in the other direction, his body lifted upwards, ignoring the roof, and went directly to the second floor.

As the lady wrote in the commission, her fiancé had indeed been missing for a long time, and he had not returned home for at least a few days.

If he really didn't take anything away, the study and bedroom I should search most... Klein made a choice, then determined the direction through divination, and flew into his gate first. bedroom.

In the simply decorated room with plain white sheets, stacks of letter paper were neatly placed on the bedside table. Klein flew over and picked up the top letter.

"Dear Andrea..."

They were all correspondence between lovers... He probably scanned the beginning of several pieces of letter paper and found that, without exception, they were all correspondence between Mr. Andre and his fiancee, Miss Mia.

Strange, the two of them are both in Backlund, less than a block apart in total, so they still need to write letters at this distance?

Although he felt a little perverted, in order to obtain more information, Klein continued to check the remaining letters, not noticing an unreal gaze staring at his back.

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