Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

Backlund Bridge District, Iron Gate Street.

The carriage slowly walked away. Klein, who was wearing a double-breasted coat and a half-height silk top hat, carried a cane, and quickly walked through many streets where all kinds of debris and **** were piled up in the corners. Bend, lost the sign of the sign, and finally walked to the dimly lit gas street lamp.

The Brave Bar, where the light and heat slipped out of the door, was still full of people. The two big men at the door were yawning boredly, too lazy to look around. .

Under the dim orange light of the street lamp, Klein stared at the bar where everything was normal, and silently performed an illusion.

There was a ripple in the air where the cold wind was blowing, and Sharon, who was wearing a complicated palace dress, bowed slightly, and her face as delicate as a puppet still showed little emotion.

At the end of the road, a dark brown carriage slowly approached. The driver of the car was wearing an overly broad hat, and there was no spiritual line growing out of him.

"What happened?" Klein cautiously observed the activities of his spiritual intuition and asked in a low voice.

He was at home almost all day today and had not received any contact from Miss Sharon.

Considering the tragic death of the gang that happened by chance at the meeting last week, he couldn't help but wonder if the members of the "Sexual Faction" had discovered the party called by the "Eye of Wisdom", or if Miss Sharon and the others had encountered some other changes - such as It was said that the "indulgence" demigod was about to arrive in Backlund, so he was forced to cancel the operation.

The spun yarn hanging down from the black bonnet was gently blown, and Miss Sharon with pale blond hair and blue eyes said in an ethereal voice:

"They took the bait ahead of time and we are ready to act tonight."

"When, why didn't you notify me before?" Klein subconsciously expressed his doubts, and he realized that he was a little rude after he finished speaking.

Sharon, who was floating in the air, didn't care about Klein's tone, and said flatly:

"Just now, I went to find you, and you were not at home."

The carriage coming from the opposite side had already passed the Brave Bar, slowing down continuously, and stopped under the streetlight where Klein was.

The closed car window slammed open, and Maric, who had a strong maliciousness in his eyes, stared at Klein badly, frowning.

"Such clothing is not suitable for combat."

Klein, who was still a little nervous at first, smiled and raised the cane beside him.

"My ability is quite special, and I have my own fighting method."

As he spoke, he looked at Sharron beside him, and Miss Wraith, who had seen Klein's battle, also nodded slightly.

With solidarity, until the battle was inevitable, Klein gradually began to play on the spot, and asked carefully:

"How much time do we have to prepare?"

The strong man at the door of the bar has already looked over, and Maric, who is leaning against the window, doesn't care, but his brows are even tighter.

"About two hours, our estimated time is about ten o'clock."

"It's easy to attract the attention of the official Beyonders before that. If it's later, I don't think those decoys can deceive Steve and Jason."

"'Wraith', 'living corpse'." Sharon spat out two words without warning.

Is this the name of a member of the "Sexual Faction"?

Klein was startled for a moment, and then he reacted immediately.

In addition to them, there is also a "Wolfman"... Klein analyzed the existing information and said word by word:

"It happened suddenly and I needed a little time to prepare."

Maric, who was leaning against the car window, didn't respond. He just waved his hand and let the living corpse act as the driver drive away and open the car door. At the same time, he also let the two strong men who guard the door stop and check.

Sharon in mid-air nodded slightly, and her translucent figure suddenly blurred, throwing herself into the glass window that had been pulled up by Maric.

Klein glanced around without hesitation. He avoided the waiting corpse and boarded the carriage in a few steps.

"Driving to the Backlund Bridge, I need a separate room to store things."

Maric, who was irritable all over his body, rubbed his cheeks, pulled the window roughly, and waited until the carriage slowly moved forward and backward again, before he answered with a heavy breath;

"Okay, but you have to hurry."

Klein looked at the unconcealed pain on the other's face and the increasingly manic movements, and asked carefully;

"Are you okay in this state?"

"Before the battle, I will take a sedative by myself. Within an hour, there will be no problem." Maric sighed and spoke intermittently.

He pointed to the window in Klein's direction and gestured with his eyes.

Klein followed, and put his left hand on the curtain.

For some reason, although it is not a full moon today, the missing crimson in the middle of the night is even more eerie. In the middle of the night, it faces the tiny carriage on the ground alone, as if smiling.

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

At night, the guests who had been busy all day had returned to their rooms, most of them were enjoying the few rest time in the day, the warm light lit up the dark gray painted three-story building, dispelling Beckland. The large shadow cast by the Bell Tower.

This is the advantage that most of the tenants are single men. Senior workers often have their own pleasures. It is not like the apartments in the East District. At night, they have to hear the laughter of children and the noise of husband and wife... Holding a brand-new hardcover novel in his hand, this follows Mrs. Aegron who "explored" Ms. Sissi in Stormwind Villa. An ordinary person looking for an immersive experience in books.

At the door of the warm lobby on the first floor, the familiar sound of a cane reappeared again, and Mr. Aigron, who had just set off in immersion, suddenly frowned.

It's not that no one uses a cane here, but this rhythmic, unhurried noise can only be made by one person.

The hardcover novel was closed silently, and Mr. Agron, who had a bad face, turned off the lamp on the side and shone straight at the figure in the double-breasted coat and holding a cane.

"Sherlock Moriarty?"

Against the light in front of him, Klein bowed.

"Good evening, Mr. Agron, I would like to borrow a room."

His expression was extremely sincere, and the sincere opposite Mr. Aigron snorted, and the corners of his mouth and brows tightened a bit.

"Give me a reason, we only accept long-term rentals here."

With nearly two thousand pounds in cash on his body, Klein, who had no time to save the money, twitched the corners of his mouth, and his tone softened a lot.

"I'm temporarily tracking down a tricky secret and need a trusted place to store something."

His eyes turned into dark gold at some point, and Aegron, who stared indifferently with pinpoint-shaped vertical pupils, scrutinized Klein. After a long silence, he picked out a long bar from the drawer below and threw it over.

Klein didn't look sideways, grabbed his free left hand violently, and the metal product was tightly grasped in the palm of his hand.

The light in front was dimmed, the hardcover novel was picked up again, and Aigron's cold voice came from behind the front desk.

"The key to 221, I need to see the key before tomorrow morning."

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