Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

"Name?"

"Sherlock Moriarty."

"Profession?"

"detective."

"The purpose of coming to the museum today?"

"For a visit."

Klein was speechless as he looked at Max, who was recording the transcript with a device that looked like a stethoscope pressed against his chest, and moved his butt.

At first, he thought that these Mechanic Heart members of the Steam Church, who deal with extraordinary objects every day, would definitely see through the human skin masks on their faces.

But I don't know if "Mystery" was shot in a place he didn't know, these Sequence Seven prop masters called "Appraisers" did not even recognize all the inexplicable Extraordinary items on their bodies, only the chain blade The cane was taken over by Captain Max in front of him, and he made a good comment.

"Malicious should always be in a cage?"

"This weapon is not used...it is made of scraps. Although it is technically mature, it only has four months of service life. How dare he buy you four hundred pounds?"

When he thought of the captain commenting on his weapon with disgust and showing off the extraordinary revolver around his waist, Klein felt sick to his stomach.

Although he was very reluctant to say so, he suddenly discovered that the Church of Steam seemed to fit his desired fighting style better than the Nighthawks.

"Okay, let's say you didn't tell a lie, but you still need to stay here for a while."

Max put away the extraordinary item in his hand that was no different from a stethoscope. The ears on both sides were strangely swollen, and it looked like someone had twisted the earlobe several times.

"Don't you need to keep checking my identity?"

Although after coming to Backlund, Klein found that in a big city, the church's policy towards wild Beyonders can be said to be quite tolerant, only the Church of Storms will count a lot, but this kind of wild Beyonders has been mixed into a sudden extraordinary It was beyond his imagination to be able to get out of the case completely.

"Who said there is no need for censorship?" Max gave him a strange look, and then his expression became strange, "Anyway, what the church means is to suppress the events in the museum, and at the same time as normal exhibitions, the glass showcase you destroyed also There is no need for compensation, just a guarantee that you will be under the supervision of the church in the future.”

I didn't smash that showcase, it was completely broken by myself... Klein's mouth twitched, wanting to explain something, but he closed his mouth and smiled awkwardly.

Rather than paying the compensation fee, he actually cares more about the desk that will continue to be exhibited, or that the desk has Emperor Roselle's bookmark printed on it.

"I'm going to put a card of blasphemy in a book, a book that people can't think of, and leave it to those who are destined..."

Roselle, who had a neat moustache and neat blue eyes, always looked down in front of him, appeared in front of Klein again.

In the previous diary, the emperor once said that he left a card in a certain book!

And look at the attitude of the sheriff and the performance of the bookmark... Klein's powerful inspiration as a "diver" is constantly being touched, it is saying, that is the card of blasphemy!

Although there is no way to confirm it, as long as that card is still on display, I will just board the gray fog for divination, or ask "Mystery"...

Klein put away the embarrassed smile on his face. He now has a mature set of criminal thinking.

I really live up to the name Moriarty.

Seeing that Captain Max was still sitting across from him, Klein tentatively asked:

"Will there be another review in a while?"

"Of course, but I don't think the result will change. It's just that the sealed artifact will be safer, and our follow-up work will be more convenient."

Considering the other party's very clean resume, as well as being a believer in the **** of steam and machinery?

Max's attitude softened a lot, and he didn't look serious and gloomy at all.

Moreover, the Archbishop did not bother about the attack, after all, it was His Highness's order to turn off the monitoring of the museum...

In the room on the top floor of the museum, the two sat facing each other in silence, and footsteps could be heard from the roof from time to time.

It seems that after this incident, the heart of the machine also added security on the roof?

Klein didn't kill himself enough to start a "substitute" in front of a "craftsman", he just made judgments based on his own experience.

Although he was definitely protected by "mystery", he did not expose items such as human skin masks to official Beyonders, but Klein dared not bet that this was a constant influence.

What if the triggering mechanism of this effect is in a non-combat state?

Dangdang.

There were several rhythmic muffled noises from the door, and Max shouted over there.

"Please come in."

click.

The door of the airtight room was opened, and a man with thatch-like messy hair walked in. In his arms, he was holding a simple-looking silver mirror tightly wrapped in black cloth.

"Good morning, Ikanser."

Max said hello to the gentleman quite skillfully, and at the same time moved the chair beside him back to make room for him.

"Is this the 'divine' who also believes in God?"

"Yes." Seeing his colleague's exhausted expression, Max took the initiative to take the silver mirror, and in front of Klein, he removed the black cloth wrapped around the surface.

He didn't see Ikanser's amnesty's surprised expression, and he didn't notice the changes on the surface of the mirror. Instead, he explained to Klein the function of this sealed artifact at an even rate.

"It can present us with the answers to many questions, and it is not limited to the form of words. What you have to do now is to answer questions like this mirror with me. Of course, I am the questioner, and you are the witness."

"OK......"

Klein noticed that the surface of the silver mirror was clouded with hazy gray and white, and he had a hunch that this mirror might not be what the captain described.

"What are its side effects?"

As a wild Extraordinary, knowing that Extraordinary objects have sealed items is not something that will attract attention.

"The side effect is that you also have to answer his questions, and you can't lie, or you will be punished." Max replied without much thought.

Under the complicated expression on Ikanser's face, he tapped the outer frame of the silver mirror lightly.

"Arrodes is at your service..."

In the foggy mirror surface, the silver-white fonts quickly appeared, but the second half was blocked by the thick fog, making it difficult to see clearly.

"Is this Mr. Sherlock Moriarty's resume real?"

With a confident face, Max coughed lightly and said solemnly to the mirror.

"Of course, there is no doubt about that."

Arrodes, who felt the two extremely similar breaths, changed the answer in the mirror at an unprecedented speed.

When did it have such a good attitude?

Ikanser, who frowned slightly, suddenly had a bad premonition. Looking at Max, who was beside him with an ignorant face, he quietly moved his chair in the opposite direction.

"very good......"

Max, who received a satisfactory answer, nodded slightly, and was about to ask the next question, but he felt his palms numb, and when he looked down, he found that the text on the surface of the silver mirror changed again, and it was blood red.

"It's time for Arrodes' question, each of them will answer a question, is it okay?"

Although there was no evidence, looking at the thick gray fog, Klein suddenly had the illusion that the mirror was actually talking to him.

"Mystery" never told me that there is such a mirror...

But when he thought of the almost forgotten dragon in Loholid, Klein pouted in relief.

That guy is an outright racist, maybe he really doesn't care about non-panhuman believers and subordinates.

"Can."

"Okay." Max, who was holding the silver mirror in his hand, also noticed that something was wrong, but Arrodes' special sealing method still made him respond to the request.

"Then may I ask if you feel that you need a servant recently to help you with the troubles of your life?"

The mist on the mirror surface was even thicker, and the flickering silver-white characters moved in Klein's direction, jumping to form sentences.

"Currently...no need..." Klein resisted the twitching of the corner of his mouth and shook his head hesitantly.

You have to pay for a servant.

The current cleaning of No. 17 Minsk Street is carried out by the real estate agency that His Royal Highness bought at that time. They took care of the cleaning of the house, and this part of the cost is also included in the free rent promised by His Royal Highness. Requires Klein to pay.

And in other respects, I have my assistant Ian~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Although that kid is not an Extraordinary, he is outstanding in every aspect.

Feeling that the silver mirror facing him was dimly dimmed, Klein rubbed his chin in the direction of Max, and the captain immediately understood it. He handed the mirror in his hand to Ikanser, and he was facing the mirror.

"Are you troubled by forgetting to use family planning products the day before yesterday?"

What?

Klein looked at the suddenly blood-red words in shock and raised his eyes incredulously, only to see the helplessness on Ikanser's face, who stretched his head out to see the contents on the mirror, mixed with a little sympathy.

"I...I, yes."

Feeling the numbness on the top of his head becoming more and more real, Max, who was fortunate enough to have seen a punishment scene once, blushed, and it took a long time for him to highlight the answer.

"Okay, you can continue to ask Arrodes."

The terrifying blood red quickly faded, and the font changed back to pure silver.

Max, whose face was still flushed, first glanced at Klein, who was innocent and dodged, then took a deep breath and asked:

"The truth of the riot just now?"

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