Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

Backlund, inside No. 15 Chorwood District.

Dunn, who was packing his luggage, suddenly stopped and took out a fairly well-preserved photo from the side pocket of his coat.

It was a candid photo. In some black and white pictures of Mohu, a young woman in a police uniform was smiling at her teammates.

Dunn stroked the surface of the photo, took out his pipe and matches, took a deep breath, and sighed.

Three days have passed since the smog, and it was time for him to leave.

This morning he had visited Mrs. Summer to pay off the rent and bid farewell to several important clients one by one.

He didn't want to leave, but sometimes things backfired, especially after that day.

After saving Daly from the "devil", Dunn, who was sure that no other "devil" would approach him, chose to take a secret stand, but before he took two steps, he met an acquaintance.

......

"Dunn Smith?"

In the alley filled with pungent sulfur, Fran Amani looked up and down at the "young man" in front of him. The "darkness" around him moved silently, and the four directions were connected and closed. Like a poor little bug built into amber, struggling to no avail.

Looking at this accidental discovery, Fran instinctively wanted to clear the door, but smelled an unusual breath a second before doing so.

"How about a face?"

The slowly surging "darkness" is thick and thick, like flowing sludge, and soon slides down from the dark "wall" like real sludge, and illusory butterflies rise from it, forming a medium. A figure between fantasy and reality.

The gorgeous robes on his body were all charred black, and Edmund, who looked embarrassed, lifted the shackles of Dunn and spread his hands to Fran.

"Face?" Fran had a low back, looking from a distance like a beast with tense nerves, ready to fight at any time.

"This is also part of the plan. I don't think either the goddess or my lord will care about the life and death of a Sequence Six," the mentally exhausted Edmund bowed, "and Dunn Smith is already a member of the Church of Evernight itself. Dead, isn't it?"

"We don't have to be **** a dead person."

Staring at Edmund's innocent expression, Fran quietly took a few breaths before finally relaxing, and the solidified darkness around her flowed again.

"casual."

She looked at the red gloves that had begun to clean the battlefield in the distance, and for a moment withdrew her gaze.

"But here is Backlund, there are many Red Gloves and Nighthawks, and there are many people who know Dunn Smith."

"I don't care about his life or death, but a dead person, especially a converted dead person, should not appear in front of the church."

Looking at the gaze that had no room for retreat, Dunn was speechless, and his trembling shoulders collapsed.

"Of course, this is not too much." Edmund smiled with satisfaction, "Then let's say goodbye?"

Fran turned her face irritably, and the figure disappeared.

......

Unexpectedly, Ms. Amani's real identity turned out to be an angel... Dunn, who was obsessed with the sunlight outside the window, took a puff of his pipe, and immediately extinguished the flame, ready to continue packing.

But when he just stretched his hand to the coat on the sofa, the spiritual warning in his mind suddenly alarmed, and his limbs suddenly became stagnant, unable to move.

This is?

Dunn looked at the ceiling with difficulty, and saw a person hanging upside down there, a "clown" with a bright smile!

The Esoteric Order... or... Crane?

He looked at the familiar figure, his fingers moved slightly, and the shadow and "darkness" under his feet suddenly burst into flames, entangled with each other and stabbed at the "clown" from all directions.

On the ceiling, the "clown" watched the attacks coming from all around, his palms suddenly loosened, his body fell freely following the pull of gravity, and he pulled out a dagger from behind his waist in mid-air and stabbed it down.

The surface of the dagger wriggled and exploded with dense darkness, expanding into a straight blade, and with the clever dodge of the "clown", it accurately plunged into the "darkness" under his feet.

"Fall!"

The extremely evil and blasphemous words spread rapidly and swept through every corner of the bedroom, and the lurking shadow distorted, dragging the "dark" tentacles that were confused and twitching on the side, jumping and intertwining without distinguishing each other. Joker" attacked.

He turned his wrist and turned his palm into a fist and smashed it deeply at the end of the hilt. The straight blade of shadow instantly went down a few inches, and the "darkness" affected by the blasphemous words became even more chaotic.

The **** "clown" in his eyes slowly stood up and looked at Dunn, who was almost deprived of all his mobility.

He tore off the gold-wired glasses on Dunn's nose, watching the disguised face gradually fade to reveal his true face, a sullen laughter suddenly sounded behind the clown mask.

"really."

Klein took off his mask, and the shimmering light rising from the back of his right hand went out. Dunn, who had been released from the spiritual body thread, also slipped on the soles of his feet, and his thoughts and joints were no longer restrained.

He staggered back two steps, touched his higher hairline, and after a while, the corners of his mouth curled into a wry smile.

"I'm sorry, I should have confessed to you earlier."

Dunn moved his limbs and lifted the "darkness" in the room that had not returned to normal.

"When did you guess my identity?"

Klein pulled out the straight blade and turned back into a cane, and glanced at it.

"Actually, I'm not sure, I just think there is such a possibility."

He immediately looked at Dunn with mixed emotions in his eyes.

"What about you, Captain, when did you find out I'm Sherlock Moriarty?"

There was a trace of dullness on Dunn's face, his deep gray eyes blinked, and he smiled suddenly:

"Actually very early, I doubted your identity when I first cooperated, but it was not long ago that I really confirmed your identity. I saw your citrine pendulum."

Snapped!

Klein slapped his wrist with a slap, his expression a little dull.

It turned out to be because of this, but fortunately, at least the captain found out, at least the captain was not one of the ones who deceived me... He looked at the silver white wrapped around his wrist with inexplicable relief.

"I thought you knew from the beginning."

"Of course not," Dunn looked at the floor pierced by Klein with some distress, and then asked, "It seems that you were also resurrected by the 'God of Mysteries', right?"

He noticed the haze in Klein's eyes, and he was a little uncertain.

"Of course." Klein replied after a while.

He looked around, looking at the luggage that Dunn had just packed, but it became a mess after being interrupted, and changed the subject:

"You also plan to leave Backlund?"

"Where are you going?"

"Jian Hai?" Dunn was a little uncertain, picked up the clothes on the ground with both hands, and folded them familiarly. "To be honest, I haven't thought of where I'm going, but I was told that this city doesn't welcome me and I have to leave."

Could it be that Ms. Dai Li has discovered the captain's true identity, and the captain didn't confess to her immediately, so she scolded the captain?

Klein looked at Dunn's devastated look, and his silent emotions became a lot more active, and he was worried about the emotional problems of his captain.

"I'm going to sea, and I won't be returning to Backlund in a short time." He took a deep breath and said suddenly.

Dunn, who was packing his clothes, froze for a moment, frowned, and shook his head gently.

"The sea is more dangerous than the mainland..."

He wanted to dissuade him, but after meeting Klein's gaze, he decisively changed the conversation.

"But it's not bad there. Do you have any contact information?"

"I think I might be able to offer some help when I need it."

Help... Klein pondered for a while, his tone was suddenly much lighter, and the corner of his mouth was an inexplicable smile.

"You can pray to Mr. Fool, don't look at me with that expression... Captain, Mr. Fool is a benevolent god, and she is happy to help believers convey news."

"Well, she'd love to."

......

Inside the ancient palace where there was no one, a deep red flower covered the bottom of the long bronze table. Klein looked at the figure that appeared at the same time as him, and leaned back on the back of the chair.

"I thought you would question me right away."

"Mystery" also leaned against the back of the chair. She didn't look as relaxed as in the Tarot meeting two days ago. The blue and black brilliance under the old robes could be seen everywhere. Wound.

Klein glanced at the scars with thick gray fog, and his tone was not good.

"I'm not as anxious now as I used to be, and I don't have to."

"Secret" hehe smiled, "It's better to be more urgent, have you met Dunn Smith?"

Klein nodded slightly, "Although it's a bit unexpected, thank you for your help."

I don't need to think about it, the reason why the captain can still stand here and take one or two photos of Ms. Dai Li must be "secret". No matter what purpose she was in, she saved the captain's life after all. .

On this point, Klein has always been very clear.

"It's a good thing to meet someone you know." Both "Mystery" and Klein tacitly skipped the most important topic.

She reached out and touched the gray fog, revealing a map of Backlund with two marked red dots shining brightly.

"This is the mark of Azik Eggers and Sharon, I think you should use it."

Klein glanced at the map in the air and nodded silently.

These are really useful to him, whether it is to thank Mr. Azik, to retrieve the copper whistle that Mr. Azik took away, or to use Miss Sharon's intelligence network to create a fake identity and care about her status, these are important.

Of course it's good to meet acquaintances. He also wants to meet Yoon Eun and those he knows in the East District to confirm their safety.

But thinking of this, Klein didn't suppress his emotions after all, and said what he cared about the most.

"Why are you lying to me when you say you're still trying to get home?"

His voice trembled uncontrollably, his chest kept heaving, and even the nearby gray fog was suddenly frightened and fled out in a panic.

"Mystery" stared at his half body, his fingers rhythmically knocking on the handrail slowly stopped, his eyes were cast deeper into the gray fog, towards the ruined city buried in the depths of the fog of history.

"Everyone..." "Mystery" paused for a rare moment, as if cherishing some intangible things that have passed away, "Everyone always thinks that it is better to be hurt by the truth than to be deceived by lies, and it is always better to lose it if you gain it. It hurts more than never getting it."

"But then can I really tell you the truth?"

"You had just experienced the death of the captain and the separation of your siblings, and you had just learned that you were not simply 'traveling'. At that time, when you watched Benson and Melissa fall into deep guilt due to the grief of your own death, you really still Can you take a bigger blow?"

Hearing this almost sighing revelation, Klein closed his eyes, maintained a somewhat ugly smile, and sighed softly.

"Kaled Hosseini? The kite runner?"

"You still remember this book."

Seeing that Klein suddenly asked a question that seemed strange and insignificant in the current context, "Mystery" was not surprised, on the contrary, he raised a smile, with a good aftertaste in his eyes.

"Yeah, I am you too. I may be much more erudite than you now, but in terms of past knowledge, there is no gap between me and you."

"There is only one history in the world, but it has two names, sometimes it is called a lie, sometimes it is called the truth. How people view it depends on which name it is called brings more benefits. In such a reality, false and true In fact, the boundaries are not so clear, and the price we have to pay for pursuing freedom is often huge and even tragic.”

"At least for now, we are sadly in a world where lies have the upper hand, and about you, I'm sorry, lies were the best solution for you at that time."

Klein shook his head and did not intend to pursue further investigations.

Now that time has passed, everything, the past he is familiar with has turned into loess without leaving a trace, what is the use of pursuing those?

His family has long been just a member of the vast ruins whose life has been stopped. They do not know why they died. They may still be killed by a sudden disaster because of the sudden death of their son, Zhou Mingrui. UU Reading www. uukanshu.com Maybe they were indulging in grief for a long time before they died.

The old man can't express himself, my mother's heart is not very good, and my death may aggravate her condition... But if the end of the old world is really like what I see, then at least they don't have to be full. Suffering from calamity...

At least now I'm still alive, I was lucky enough to replace the unfortunate Klein's fate, accepted his brother and sister, and established connections with many people in his name... Klein smiled a little, but The curvature of the corners of the mouth is more natural.

He looked at the opposite half of his body and half-jokingly said:

"But you lied to me for so long, aren't you going to pay me compensation?"

"Pay compensation to yourself?" "Mysterious" raised his eyebrows, and the long-sleeping spiritual warning hummed slightly, raising a bad premonition.

"Although my life and your life are basically tied together, but we have been hit so hard, in case I can't think of going to the Lord of the Storm or the eternal blazing sun, whichever old enemy's church is ready to surrender, the jade will burn, you always have to Give me some hush money?" Klein smiled extremely badly.

He rhythmically knocked on the long table in front of him, the smile on his face disappeared, and he became much more serious.

"I rejected your help before and wanted to take revenge on my own. Now, taking advantage of the opportunity of compensation, I would occasionally ask you to borrow the power of your subordinates. It shouldn't be too much."

Isn't it that you want to return to the dominance of the party?

"Mysterious" was a little surprised by the half-body's brain circuit, and smiled helplessly.

"Okay, anytime."