Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

Backlund, Chorwood District, 17 Minsk Street, 9:00 a.m. Thursday.

Klein, who had slept in a rare time, slowly opened his eyes. In Mo Hu's field of vision, light and shadows drifted on the unfamiliar ceiling.

I am, where?

The wound near his right arm was aching, and he raised his right hand blankly, only to see the translucent human-skin mask swaying pitifully between his fingers.

The memory of last night quickly returned, and the little hole in the slightly confused brown eyes gradually narrowed.

I fell asleep on the sofa after being sent back by Mr. Azik yesterday?

Klein, who had just realized this, stood up, and the rattling bones and unbearable pain pulled him back to the sofa.

"Sure enough, I slept on the sofa for a night without treating the wound. My body really couldn't take it. Even if I was a Beyonder, I couldn't avoid it."

Klein, who was a little sluggish in love, supported his body staggeringly, got up from the sofa, and took off his double-breasted coat that had been basically burned and could no longer be worn.

After a distressed glance, he had to throw the clothes that had been with him for a long time to the door, endured the pain that was constantly stimulating his brain, found the medicine box he had prepared before, and sat alone in front of the dining table to disinfect and entangle. bandage.

"Huh, how can I act with Detective Yin Wensi tomorrow?" Klein looked at his right half of his body, which was almost wrapped in bandages, and quickly picked up the medicines scattered on the table with his free left hand. After tidying up, I happened to hear the crisp sound of the doorbell coming from the entrance.

Glancing at his embarrassed appearance, Klein hurriedly pulled over his fairly clean shirt, making sure that most of the wounds were covered, before heading towards the entrance.

Since there will be a knock on the door, it is definitely not Miss Sharon... It is a commission, but who will be at this time?

Klein nodded secretly, and decided that if it was an entrustment, he would just find a reason to shirk it.

Squeak.

The door opened inward, Dunn looked at Klein who was stunned in place, and his eyes slowly moved to the right arm that the other party deliberately covered.

A strong smell of alcohol... The experienced former captain of the night watch carefully looked at the detective who was suspected of being a former member of his team. After confirming again and again, he hesitated and said:

"You are hurt?"

"It's not a big problem." Klein, who was caught off guard by the other party's visit, coughed, then stepped aside and led the neighbor to the living room.

In the bright room, Dunn followed the smell and saw that there were still medical veils scattered on the dining table, and some blood stains on it.

He frowned unconsciously, and there was a bit of reproach in his mellow voice.

"How did this happen?"

Klein touched his face subconsciously, "That's why I chose to act on Friday."

Seeing that Klein was obviously still taking precautions against himself, Dunn didn't choose to investigate further, but just said with concern:

"We could have chosen another time, I found some other evidence yesterday, enough to send that employer to..."

"That lady."

Dunn, who was still persuading, was stunned for a moment, and Klein, who was obviously not in a good mood, was looking at him seriously.

"My ability does not require me to fight in close quarters. Although it may have a certain impact, if I choose another time, that lady may be sent away from Backlund like the innocent girls before."

"Maybe we can report it to the Heart of the Machine." Dunn was silent for a while, then tentatively said.

As the former official Beyonders, they tended to rely on official power to solve things, not to mention that Klein was the type who liked to borrow the power of superiors.

"But Mechatronics has no reason to search a rich man without conclusive evidence, not to mention that if the other party really has an official background behind him, Kapin and the big man behind him can use MI9's background and refuse to investigate." Kelai En's eyes were full of heaviness.

"Although this basically confirms what they are hiding, when the Heart of Mechanism's scan application is submitted, there is basically no enough evidence to be found."

Dunn leaned against the sofa behind him and let out a long sigh.

As someone who has worked under the official system for more than ten years, he is more familiar with these dilemmas.

The two sat on the sofa in silence, Dunn, who was getting more depressed, subconsciously touched his waist and pulled out only half a box of cigarettes.

As he was about to take out the match, he suddenly caught sight of Klein's strange eyes, and said a little embarrassedly:

"Sorry, it's an old habit."

Looking twice between the other's fingers, Klein shook his head.

"It's okay, many detectives have this habit."

Although he was not rejected, Dunn put away the cigarette and asked in order to hide the embarrassment:

"Do you still operate normally tomorrow?"

Klein, who had not eaten breakfast, nodded silently.

Dunn, who received the response, pursed his lips helplessly, and said goodbye in a hurry. He only said a few words to make Klein pay attention to the wound, and left alone.

Seeing the door in front of him slowly closing, the emotion in Klein's eyes suddenly sank, and he looked puzzled.

"His action just now was more like a habit of using a pipe?"

......

Outside a mansion in the Western District of Backlund.

The blood clan banquet that lasted all night has ended. Compared with the banquet of ordinary humans, the banquet of the blood clan actually assumed the function of the superior nobles helping other blood clans to improve their living conditions.

At this kind of banquet, the most powerful vampires in this area will share blood to help those vampires who usually have difficulty finding food to maintain their own state.

It's just that in the past 100 years, this has become the only opportunity for many vampires who have settled in the city to taste high-level blood food.

Working in Harvest Church yesterday, Emlyn, who didn't get enough sleep, was looking for his parents, and his scarlet eyes looked slightly dark.

"Emlyn White."

Suddenly, a deep voice came from behind. Emlyn, who didn't see his parents, looked back and saw that the master here, Baron Kasimi, was standing in front of his parents, looking down at him.

"Your Excellency?"

Emlyn's nerves were subconsciously tense, and he walked over quickly.

"I heard that you often go to the Harvest Church recently." From the outside, this blood clan who looks more like a gentleman in his thirties is actually more than two hundred years old.

He looked Emlyn up and down, as if evaluating something.

"Yes." Emlyn, who was suddenly aware of the embarrassing incident, twitched slightly on his face, and immediately looked at his parents as if asking for help, but saw that his father was also solemn.

Wouldn't it be within the group who suspected that I had converted?

Emlyn recalled how other vampires dodged him at the banquet today, and that his parents had been communicating with some older vampires, and the corners of his mouth twitched again.

It is very likely that the father and mother chose to ask for help from the big figures in the ethnic group because they could not resist the priest.

But I didn't change my faith!

The red-faced Emlyn faltered, just as he was about to defend himself, he saw Baron Kasimi raised his right hand high, and said with a serious expression:

"We will not allow the provocation of the Church of the Mother Earth."

He saw that Emlyn's face had softened before continuing:

"On Monday night, my grandfather will handle this himself."

There is a mass on Monday night, and the followers of Mother Goddess Backlund should all return. I don’t know what time it will end... Emlyn habitually considered the church’s recent work before realizing it later. He realized the most important point in what Baron Qasimi said just now.

"Your grandfather?" He slowly opened his eyes slightly dull, and the White couple behind Kasimi couldn't help covering their faces.

"Master Nibais wants to see me?" Emlyn didn't notice the reaction of his parents, and his words were anxious, "Master Marquis also knows about this?"

Kasimi nodded solemnly.

"yes."

After finishing speaking, the baron turned and walked to the second floor, giving Emlyn no chance to continue asking.

In his cognition, it was impossible for this vampire who had just reached adulthood to refuse, not to mention that he didn't even have a title.

This... this... Emlyn stared blankly at his parents with a stunned expression, and suddenly felt a huge powerlessness.

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

Three o'clock in the afternoon, Minsk Street.

Backlund in the fall, even though it was only three o'clock, the sun had already drawn to the west side, and was blocked by the unpleasant yellow smoke, leaving only a piece of gray.

The wound was almost healed, and Klein, who had even begun to recover, was sitting in the living room, quietly reading today's newspaper, as if waiting for someone to visit him.

Inside No. 17, which could be called silent, a sound of the wheels of Mohu's carriage rolling came from outside the window~www.readwn.com~ Accompanied by the low hum of the horses, there was a muffled sound at the entrance.

Klein put down the newspaper and stared at the illusory water waves swaying in the air. The elegant black and golden colors in the center gradually became clear. Sharon, who had a delicate appearance and a cold temperament, nodded lightly, and received the same nod from Klein. Afterwards, there was a click at the entrance, and Maric, who was on guard, also walked in.

"remuneration."

Miss "Wraith", who has always had few words, flipped her hands, and an old book bound by thick parchment appeared in her hands. On the top was a black-green wolf tooth and clothes that she didn't know. Weird vials of liquids.

"This is yesterday's reward."

Walking behind Sharon, Maric, whose limbs were slightly tense, added in a low voice, his palms tightened, just so that Klein noticed the translucent doll he was holding.

Is that the characteristic of "Wraith"?

Klein, who had recovered from a nap, stood up straight, his hands were empty, and he was not wearing the "substitute" that usually stayed with him.

He looked at Miss Wraith, who took the initiative to descend the height and looked at him, smiled and said:

"It's richer than I thought."

Along with Maric's sudden heavy breathing, the unsmiling Sharon made a rare joke.

"Maric thinks you're going to pick Steve's attributes."

Klein's eyes swept away, and the stunned Maric looked at Sharon with wide eyes. After feeling Klein's gaze, Yu turned his head quickly, the maliciousness and madness in his eyes were less than yesterday. many.

"You did give a lot in the fight yesterday."

With a sigh, he suddenly felt that his partner had changed a bit.

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