Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

"Detective Yin Wensi, you don't want to get involved in this kind of thing, do you?"

Looking at Sherlock Moriarty's vigilant look, Dunn was stunned for a moment, and then replied in a daze:

"of course not."

With that said, Dunn took the initiative to open the document in the kraft paper bag, and pulled out a black and white photo, which was a photo of some secret contracts.

These... Klein carefully read the details of the text in the photo, although it was like a lake, but it took a lot of effort to suppress the twitching of his brows.

Let him have no intuitive experience with cameras of this era, nor can he afford it, but just from the texture of this photo, Klein is 100% sure that this is definitely not a photo, but more like the product of a prayer ceremony.

From this point of view, Detective Yin Wensi might really be a force secretly cultivated by the Church of the Goddess, perhaps even more secretive than the Red Gloves... Klein put down the photo in his hand, and then took it from Dunn. More detailed text.

"After I received this commission, I secretly investigated this wealthy businessman related to Patrick Jason, in case he was an undiscovered accomplice."

As a result, I didn't expect to get involved in a financial case unintentionally... Excluding those incomprehensible economic terms and cumbersome terms, Klein swept through most of the content at a glance.

"So the question you're facing now is how do you get more evidence to send your current employer to the police station?"

Although he knew that the other party was doing something good, he couldn't help but sneer because of the detective's various temptations to Klein before.

But then again, if Yin Wensi is really the power that the church has secretly cultivated, he can go directly to the special channel. Is it because there is no extraordinary involved, so he needs to collect evidence?

Dunn, who frowned slightly, of course didn't know what Klein was thinking, but he didn't care about the other party's sarcasm, but the expression on his face was more serious. After a pause, he said solemnly:

"No, Patrick Jason's mistress is missing."

"After knowing the client's plan, I sneaked into the lady's house in advance, and then I saw traces of rummaging and some blood in her bedroom."

"The only thing missing is the lady and the trust she keeps."

disappeared?

Hearing Dunn's description, Klein first subconsciously thought of silence, or that the Beyonder associated with the "demon" Patrick Jason kidnapped the lady, but after hearing that the trust itself was also missing, Instead, he was a little quieter.

"Is it possible that after learning of Patrick Jason's accident, this lady ran away with the trust in order to protect herself, or for other considerations such as reputation?"

Hearing Klein's guess, Dunn shook his head silently. It wasn't that he hadn't considered a similar possibility. At that time, he checked the possibility of this trend by other means at the first time.

"But I divination in the room..."

Dunn gave Klein a deep look, and said the word in a deliberately low voice.

Although he is not good at divination, after being promoted to Sequence Six, he has been able to do some simple auxiliary work through the ceremony pointing to His Highness Edmund, and he has shouldered the things that Old Neil and Klein used to be responsible for. .

"...I used divination and the help of the hair she left on the bed to determine that this lady has suffered an accident, or at least is in danger."

That is to say, it is indeed possible for her to escape with the money, but it is more likely that she happened to encounter other dangers on the way to escape... Klein nodded slightly, then glanced up and down at the young detective opposite, A mellow voice:

"You should have saved the lady's hair?"

Dunn nodded knowingly, then familiarly touched the inner pocket of the maroon coat, and took out a carefully wrapped glass test tube with a few long brown-red hairs in it.

I hope the spirituality above has not dissipated... Klein first took the test tube, removed the hair in it, and then took off the citrine pendulum wrapped around his wrist like an occupational disease, and took it out again. With the pen and paper he carried with him, he started divination on the spot.

The invisible wind blew gently, and the crystal citrine reflected the faint sunlight, and the brilliance of the folded surface attracted Klein, who was engrossed, and Dunn, whose eyes were enlarged unconsciously.

This... Dunn swallowed the weight in his throat with difficulty, and used almost all his strength to keep his facial expression from getting out of control.

Is this Klein's pendulum?

Seeing the familiar citrine and the familiar divination steps, he almost immediately thought of the young colleague who died in the Tingen incident with him.

Between calm and panic, Dunn, who was trembling slightly in Tong Kong, slowly moved his eyes and climbed up on Sherlock Moriarty's face little by little.

The receded hairline, the deep light blue child holes, the fine wrinkles at the corners of the eyes and the nasolabial folds on the sides, the slightly raised beard... All of these seem to be in line with the bookish, young man The energetic little "diver" has nothing to do with it.

But for Dunn, who had already experienced the resurrection from the dead and changed his life, it was not a complete proof at all.

Those characteristics may not be seen by others, but the familiarity that is difficult to wave away from the first sight of the other party, as well as the familiar origin from Jianhai County, all stimulated the former captain of the night watchman.

Hu, hu, hu... He tried to suppress his increasingly heavy breathing, covering his almost naked gaze, and looked at Klein's wrist that was controlling the spirit pendulum.

Sure enough, the skin there did not match the age shown by his appearance... Finally, the rotating citrine pendulum gradually stopped, and Dunn's hands on his legs pinched down without warning, and then the pain continued. The excitement brought by it barely calmed down.

Klein, who had just wrapped his spiritual pendulum back around his wrist, looked at Louis Yinwensi, who had a slightly abnormal expression on the opposite side, with some doubts, and his spiritual intuition had a bad premonition.

Why does he look at me like that?

And from the corner of the eye I swept just now, he was looking at me while I was divination... Klein's eyes slowly moved down, and finally he saw the direction of his lower abdomen, which was not covered by his coat.

A sense of absolute absurdity came over him, and now even the way he looked at the detective opposite him was strange.

"What was the final result?"

Dunn, who was barely calming down, used his past experience to divert his attention and asked first.

Klein avoided the complexity that was no longer obvious in the eyes of the other party, and responded dryly:

"The lady is still alive and should have been imprisoned."

"What about the trust?"

Klein quickly glanced at the other party, "Without enough media, I can't come up with more content."

"It doesn't matter, you don't need to worry too much." Although he wasn't sure yet, Dunn, who already had a slight intuition, replied subconsciously in the tone he used to, with a mellow voice.

Squeak.

The sound of the sofa flicking yellow sounded, and Dunn looked at the sound, only to see Detective Moriarty on the opposite side frozen in a weird posture, his hands holding the document hanging unnaturally in the air.

"What's wrong?" Dunn asked concerned.

Klein, whose spiritual intuition moved slightly, but could not express his feelings, shook his head, his eyes dodging.

"nothing."

In the huge living room, the two fell into an awkward silence.

The ticking of the second hand was particularly evident in the empty house, and only the occasional human voice and the grunt of the carriage from the window barely added a special color to the strange silence.

"I want to investigate the whereabouts of this lady."

After a speechless silence, Dunn moved his thumbs with his clasped hands, pointing in two different directions.

"So, you need a 'divine' who is good at tracking to help you pinpoint the exact location where the lady was imprisoned?"

Klein was reluctant because of some special factors, but considering the life behind it, he reluctantly replied.

"Yes." Dunn nodded hastily.

Alas... Klein sighed and couldn't help but hesitate.

I hope that there are no other troubles behind this, if I still hide a big conspiracy like those things before, I may not be able to keep up with the agreement with Miss Sharon.

Thinking of this, Klein looked at Dunn with a bit of resistance.

However, looking at the sincerity of the detective on the opposite side, he suddenly turned a large part of his defenses for some reason, he finally nodded somewhat self-sacrificingly.

"Yes, but I need to leave a note first, at least to let friends who may visit know where I have gone."

After that, Klein picked up the pen and paper on the table under Dunn's watchful eyes, and quickly wrote "There are cases to deal with." Such a short message, and then he didn't take it away, but just put it on the table. The most obvious position of the tabletop in the living room, and the corners are pressed with a clean cup.

"I'm ready."

After doing all this, Klein took out a pair of gloves from his pocket, and put on his right hand with extra force.

Dunn on the opposite side watched all this silently and nodded slightly.

"The lady lives in the Backlund Bridge area. We can start from there. If she is really imprisoned somewhere, the vicinity of the Backlund Bridge and the East District are the most likely places."

Whoa!

The sound of the cloth rubbing through the air passed, and Klein, who had already walked to the entrance, sorted out the coat he had just waved on, held the cane in his left hand, and took out the half-height silk top hat hanging on the wall under Dunn's gaze. , slightly pressed.

"I can start anytime."

In the shadow of the backlight, Mo Hu's face and the familiar dress overlapped little by little in Dunn's eyes.

......

The Sunya Sea, the mist-shrouded island, Skanatos.

Emerald blue waves occasionally crossed the reefs on the edge of the island, and a layer of foam-like mist appeared on the sea level in the distance. Only the occasional lucky flying fish riding the breeze through the mist layer would cause a golden wave. . UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

Should not appear on the flat grassland on the surface of the island, a three-meter-tall female woman dressed in linen was repairing a log cabin that had collapsed for the most part. In the distance, there were green shoots squeezing out of the soil. It was the quaint and vicissitudes of heavy armor hanging on the rough wooden pole, and when a strong wind blew, it made some jingling noises.

The distant sound of the waves still shrouded this isolated island, and it did not stop even if there were presumptuous guests visiting.

Amidst the sometimes undulating and surging waves, a black-haired young man with a black robe soaked in seawater slowly walked down the cobblestone-paved path, startling the nearby spirits patrolling the coast.

The heavy steps of the female giant were getting closer and closer, and the plain-looking black-haired youth stared at the strange vertical boy, the corners of his mouth hooked up a little.

Amon, the "Angel of Time", the son of the creator who left the sea ruins of the Battle of Gods and traveled thousands of miles to this barren island, combed his wet hair back, and under his habitual joking smile was an undisguised Danmo.

"Long time no see, or in other words, the first meeting, Angelboda."

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