Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

"The real creator?" Dunn's expression suddenly became solemn when he heard Klein's description.

He let go of the hands that were supporting Klein, put his right hand into his pocket, frowned slightly, and said in a low voice:

"A huge cross, a black iron nail, a naked and blood-stained hanging man?"

Still feeling a throbbing pain in his forehead, Klein, who was blurred in front of him, supported his head, and his body swayed slightly:

"I didn't see it very clearly. When I asked Hood Eugen what he did to help Lanvus, his body instantly collapsed into a pool of shadows, a pool of upside-down shadows."

Dunn, who was looking at Klein, nodded as if thinking, but with his right hand still in his pocket, he said softly:

"This may also be the reason why you haven't been greatly hurt. What Lanvus and Hood Eugen planned is related to the 'True Creator'? Do you have any details?"

Klein shook his empty brain, frowned tightly, and repeated all the information he had learned when he channeled Hood Eugen's spirit, emphasizing:

"The help provided by Lanvus Jean Hood Eugen should be a more important node in his plan. Hood Eugen was out of control when I asked this question, and it also involved the so-called 'Divinity'."

Dunn, who originally focused most of his attention on Klein, heard these seemingly unrealistic contents, and his originally slightly wrinkled brows suddenly became tighter, and he couldn't help but muttered to himself in a low voice:

"Hood Eugen was in charge of the more important parts?"

"A 'psychiatrist' was in charge of the more important parts?" Along with Dunn's thinking, he paced back and forth unconsciously.

Judging from the ability, what a 'psychiatrist' is best at should be the ability in the field of mind, such as 'hypnosis'? Klein followed the question posed to Zhang and thought about it. After thinking about it, he moved in his heart:

"Captain, do you remember the letter you found from the member of the Aurora Society who was shot?"

"That letter to Mr. Z!"

"That letter said that when the time is right, all the lambs in Tingen should be dedicated to the so-called Lord. Could this be alluding to a larger terrorist attack?"

Dunn, who was pacing, suddenly stopped and looked sideways at Klein, with a slight glimmer of light in his deep gray eyes.

"Terrorist attacks? There has been no additional surge in extraordinary events recently. All the vicious events of the Aurora Society are generally accompanied by a large number of **** events."

"But this time is different, Lanvus's behavior is not like the performance of a member of the Aurora Society, whether it is cheating money or setting up a scam, he may just use the Aurora Society to achieve his goals, such as obtaining the so-called '' Divinity'." Klein cheered up and explained to Dunn.

Dunn pulled out his right hand that had been in his pocket, looked at Klein and said:

"Is there any other way they could make a huge terrorist attack?"

There are many methods. The easiest way is to find a few mad believers, or brainwashed ordinary people, and detonate bombs in densely crowded places in Tingen City. This is much faster than using extraordinary rituals to kill people... Klein Taking a long sigh of relief, he tentatively reminded:

"What if you use controlled munitions? High-yield high explosives?"

This... Dunn, who was opposite Klein, froze in place for a while, and then slowly said after being stunned for several seconds:

"If they really use this method, we are likely to be powerless. It is not within the scope of the night watchman to monitor the direction of this kind of controlled arms. This is the work of MI9, and this is just a conjecture, and I am afraid it will not drive them. Take the trouble to investigate thoroughly..."

"We can only report the clues related to Lanervus to the church first, and then use this to intervene in the Lanervus fraud case in charge of the Tingen Police Station and the 'Deputy Punisher', and concentrate all the forces in Tingen City to investigate carefully. , this is the best way at the moment.”

Klein, who had been quietly listening to Dunn's analysis, paused and said in a muffled voice:

"What if there was a spy case involved?"

"What!" Dunn raised his voice slightly, and there was a hint of questioning in his deep gray eyes.

"Didn't Duster say before that Hood Eugen had a mental problem and always claimed to be an Intis noble?"

"I took the opportunity to ask this question during this psychic session. He admitted that he is an aristocrat of Intis, but the strength of the family has already declined. We can report this matter to MI9 through the church, and we can highlight it. Hood Eugen's Intis noble status, induces them to investigate cases related to Lanvus."

This is called using the incomplete truth to use external force. Anyway, as long as there is a problem in the investigation of Lanvus-related cases, MI9's attention will also be diverted to the more dangerous Aurora Club. When the time comes, Hood · No one cares if Eugen is a spy or not.

Dunn closed and released his black gloved hands several times, then sighed, as if he had made up his mind, and said in a low voice:

"This is indeed a method. It is indeed much more convenient to use the military's channels to investigate. I will report this idea to the church, and leave the rest to the church for decision. As for us, we will first join the 'punisher' according to the plan. and the 'Heart of the Machine' to increase inspections of suspicious phenomena in Tingen."

Seeing Klein nodding, Dunn turned his head and glanced at the wall by the corridor, and said silently for a while:

"You go back to rest first. Many things can't be done until tomorrow. I'll be responsible for the aftermath today."

"Okay." Klein obeyed the captain's decision without any burden in his heart. After all, he is not a 'sleepless person' who can stay active with only two or three hours of sleep every day. He nodded, and picked it up familiarly. Items related to ritual magic scattered around.

When he lifted the spiritual wall, Dunn, who was dealing with Hood Eugen's body, suddenly said:

"By the way, go to the police station first when you go home. I need to stay in the lunatic asylum, and there is no way to notify the police."

Klein nodded unsurprisingly and said:

"no problem."

Immediately, he checked the room to see if there were any omissions, and after confirming it was correct, he said goodbye to the captain and left, walked out of Hood Eugen's ward on the top floor, and went downstairs along the dark and dull corridor.

He clenched his teeth lightly, turned on his spiritual vision to help him see the obstacles in the dark, and carefully avoided the asylum staff who were dragged into the dream by Dunn.

I hope these staff will not be frightened when they wake up tomorrow morning. After all, the patient they are responsible for suddenly died suddenly, the corpse mutated, and they were also involved in a shocking conspiracy. , and it's the kind related to Cthulhu...

Klein walked out of the lunatic asylum through the normal exit and returned to the place where the hired carriage was waiting. He looked at the shivering coachman, sighed helplessly, and took out a sole from his formal pocket. The banknotes were handed to the coachman.

If he hadn't explained to him in advance that he would be paid extra, the coachman wouldn't have been so frightened that he stayed near the lunatic asylum. Although, coming to the lunatic asylum in the middle of the night is a scary thing in itself... Klein pressed his black silk top hat. ,, entered the carriage, and said to the driver in front:

"Go to the police station."

Snapped!

With the sound of a whip, the streets were deserted in the early morning. The carriage ran fast, sometimes going straight, sometimes turning, and soon entered the urban area of ​​Tingen.

Twenty minutes later, the galloping carriage gradually slowed down and stopped at a fork in the road not far from the police station. Klein was about to get out of the car, but found that there was no eyebrows, only an illusory mouth with a disproportionate proportion. The spirit body on his face was laboriously squeezed out from the bottom of the car, as if he was still breathing heavily. His palm-sized body sometimes expanded and sometimes contracted. He opened his mouth, and a five-fingered hand stretched out from it. Dropped a rolled up letter and quickly disappeared.

Ms. Daly's letter? Klein picked up the envelope that had fallen on the ground with doubts, and as soon as he raised his head, he saw that the driver was tentatively raising the curtain, with a look of horror on his face.

Ordinary people can't see spiritual bodies...

Klein immediately froze in place. After coughing lightly, he casually stuffed the envelope in his hand into the pocket of his coat, stepped off the carriage as if nothing had happened, turned around and said to the driver:

"Wait for me ten minutes."

As he walked towards the gate of the police station that was flickering with faint light, Klein couldn't help but slandered in his mind:

"If something like this happens in the future, it's better to use our own carriage of the night watchman, otherwise it will be too inconvenient. Of course, this is also related to the fact that two people went to the lunatic asylum and only one person came out. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

He took a few steps up the steps in front of the police station, knocked on the door lightly, and knocked loudly.

After a while, the sound of messy footsteps came from far and near behind the door of the police station. The pounding footsteps gradually became louder. A middle-aged policeman with red nose swayed and opened the door. In doubt, he glanced at Klein's black suit and silver-inlaid black cane, and cast a questioning look at him.

Klein immediately took out the certificate symbolizing the inspector and the badge of the seventh team of the Special Operations Department of the Ahowa County Police Department from his formal pocket, and said solemnly to the alcoholic on duty police officer:

"A vicious incident occurred at the Greenhull Lunatic Asylum on the outskirts of the city, and the help of the police is needed."

The policeman, who had been slightly confused because of drinking, shook his head violently, his eyes regained a trace of clarity, and his voice trembled slightly and said:

"But, there's no one in the police station right now, I'm afraid..."

Klein smiled reassuringly, and said in a relaxed tone as possible:

"We have already dealt with the perpetrators. What is needed now is to block the scene, and I have my companions there to watch."

"That's good, that's good..." The middle-aged police officer standing inside the door unabashedly sighed, then straightened his clothes and wiped his face, "I'll notify the remaining few immediately. Those who are on duty, rush over immediately."

After explaining a few more words, Klein returned to the carriage parked at the crossroads and said softly:

"Go to Daffodil Road."

After speaking, the carriage jolted again. Klein, who was sitting upright inside the carriage, leaned against the backrest and sighed deeply. His whole body showed a downward trend, and his face showed obvious fatigue.