Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

"We are walking on the bronze avenue, overdrawing the hope of the future."

"The jungle of steel rises from the ground, where will the scattered steam flow."

"We need a hero."

"My friend, a hero is a must."

The students standing in the corner of the railway platform held kazoos in their mouths, fighting against the mighty power of industry in the roar of the steam locomotive's whistle.

The tone of the slightly sad verse was ups and downs, and in the busy and noisy environment, it rarely caught the hearts of travelers, and coaxed them into obediently throwing the metal coins into the round felt hats in front of the students, making a bang.

"Thank you, thank you sir."

The student saw a gold pound jump into his hat, with an even bigger smile on his face, he saluted the rich man in front of him without hesitation, and the cheerful tune of kazoo floated out again.

The gentleman who had just put in a gold coin accepted the thanks calmly, and blinked his eyes pompously with the brim of his low-voltage half-top hat.

After doing all this, he didn't stop for much, just grabbed the exaggerated suitcase in his hand that didn't quite fit his body, and quickly got away from this "country" shrouded in gray steam.

"This is the best of times, this is the worst of times."

Backlund, who is in the post-industrial revolution era, deserves the title of "the capital of all capitals". This is the center of the world, the apex of glory brought about by great changes, heaven, hope, gold sales, and hell.

In the pale yellow mist, the gentleman carrying an exaggerated suitcase just now greeted a hired carriage, and while it was still early in the night, staggered across the bridge over the Tussock River and reached Baker on the left bank. Landbridge District.

He familiarly took out a few loose banknotes for paying the fare from his formal pocket, and with the help of the driver, he carried a slightly muddy suitcase into the so-called safest apartment hotel nearby.

"It's known as the safest apartment hotel..." chewing on the coachman's recommendation to himself, this gentleman wearing a top hat and a black double-breasted coat with a slightly mature face and a pair of spectacles looked at it a little. Glancing at the environment in the apartment hall, he shook his head in disappointment, "Every time I read Backlund's newspapers before, those reporters would always attack the security management in the Backlund Bridge District and the East District, and habitually turned to Xivilas. pressure on the field.”

"In order to convince more supporters, they even made statistics on the number of thefts by journalists from major newspapers when they interviewed the dock area. 214 times."

"Heh, let's not say that reporters with too many valuables are like fat rabbits on the grassland in the dock area. Don't they still know the reason for the real chaos in these places?"

"Low wages have kept most workers on the brink of bankruptcy for a long time, the expansion of industrialization has eroded the surrounding countryside, and the recent Corn Act..."

Thinking of this, this gentleman with obvious traces of time couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth, suppressing his inner sneer, and greeted the apartment manager at the front desk with a normal face.

"Hello..." Agron Crosson took the identification card handed over by the customer in front of him, glanced at the name, and asked indifferently, "Mr. Moriarty, may I ask May I help you?"

Yes, the gentleman who appeared to be in his thirties and acted like a drama actor was Klein who gained a new identity with the help of the "God of Mysteries" and took the pseudonym Sherlock Moriarty.

With the help of extraordinary power, he moved his face unaccustomedly, his muscles moved slightly, glanced at the administrator's chest badge, and spoke with a clear Jianhai County accent.

"Hello Mr. Agron, I want to rent an independent apartment, a quieter apartment."

"Do you live alone?" The administrator who was familiar with the business looked at Klein and couldn't help looking behind him.

"Yes, I am a person who is addicted to academics. I have a lot of precious materials in my luggage, and my usual work is relatively private. I am not used to sharing a lease with others." He glanced at the exaggerated suitcase in his hand.

Before leaving Tingen, he not only bought the supplies he needed in the future, but also sneaked home and took out the historical materials that Mr. Azik's friend had sent to his home, a whole two big piles.

Aegron, who had seen many types of tenants, did not delve into his desires. He just shrugged, took out an old booklet from the front desk, and muttered as a reminder:

"Because we hardly have single-person apartments, even if you rent alone, we will charge the full price of the room. We do not accept the popular split-type rental on the market, nor do we allow subletting."

"If you can accept it, there are a few relatively quiet rooms left, all by the river."

By the river? Klein raised his eyebrows indiscernibly, and said with a slight smile:

"I heard that there are often large-tonnage steam freighters on the Tussock River?"

"The information is very well-informed." The administrator who was looking through the floor plan of the apartment responded unabashedly and affirmed, stroking the pages with some curls in his left hand, and handed the booklet to Klein, "Those freighters will only leave after two o'clock in the afternoon. Navigation, most of the ships are not capable of humming all day long, even if there are steam cargo ships entering the port from other places, it is about the same point, I think it should be easier to accept."

Klein casually pointed to an inconspicuous-looking apartment room, nodded slightly, and said in approval:

"It's really not a big problem."

"I think we can talk about the price."

"Okay, 9 soules a week, only long-term rent for more than half a year." Aigron with short flaxen hair did not talk nonsense, and mechanically reported the price, "12 pounds for half a year, I think this is a very reasonable price, You chose the bigger one."

"Is this a little expensive?"

Although as a high-paying group of people who used to earn ten pounds a week, Klein actually didn't think that 12 pounds was much.

According to the salary of a senior worker, his weekly salary is roughly equivalent to about 2 pounds, which means that he only needs to spend half a pound a month to cover the annual rent, or even lower.

But not to mention that Klein has permanently lost his former salary, and now he can only live on less than 300 pounds of savings.

And from the perspective of role-playing, Sherlock Moriarty's identity certificate is also tied to Lenburg's student loan. As a scholar in his early thirties, his current financial situation is not well-off.

Thinking of this, the smile on Klein's face became brighter and brighter. Taking advantage of the unpleasantness on the Aegron administrator's face, he hurriedly added:

"Oh, but the price is acceptable. It's too late today. I'm not quite used to the atmosphere in Backlund. I've long missed the comfortable stove and hot coffee. I think there's something here, right?"

Even if he is a scholar who is "indebted", he can be regarded as a decent person of the Kochi people of this era.

Master... Just now after seeing Sherlock Moriarty's identity certificate, Agron rolled his eyes in disdain, took out a brass key from the front desk behind him, and threw it to Klein. Not too polite to say:

"Pay now, here is the contract, sign in the lower right corner."

Feeling the obvious impatience in the other party's words, Klein's smile dimmed slightly. He pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose. He seemed a little cramped for a while, and his back looked very lonely.

In the ups and downs of life, Klein had previously summed up the "clown" playing rules above the gray fog, and understood the true meaning of it.

That is, although fate can be slightly predicted, he is still helpless at the inability to change the tragedy, and can only cover all the sadness, pain, confusion and depression with a smiling face.

Strong contrasts and over-the-top attempts can strengthen the feedback of this feeling, whether it is "acting" or real, which can make the outside world feel the ridiculousness of the "clown" from the performer, thereby speeding up the potion. "Digestion".

Klein, who was familiar with writing the last character, stretched his hand to the inner pocket of his suit, took out a brand-new leather armor, felt the feedback of the potion in his body, and pulled out a few banknotes in gold pound units without changing his expression. Handed it to Aigron.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Aigron, who took the banknotes, quickly counted the banknotes with his smoked-yellow fingers, facing the dim yellow light of the gas lamp, and staring at the clear watermarks hidden behind the faces of the portraits.

After repeating this action three or five times, he raised his head, nodded to Klein calmly, and pushed his chin behind him.

"The second floor, room 221, the one by the fire hydrant."

Looking away from the slightly swaying banknotes, Klein lowered his top hat and gestured, then dragged the suitcase in his hand, and walked up the stairs somewhat "reluctantly".

Looking at the crude imitation paintings in the corridor, Klein's thoughts diverged and he recalled the last conversation he had with "Mystery".

"Although He didn't force me to accept the help of the angel under His seat, he still limited some resources and would not directly provide me with the potion corresponding to the 'diver', but hoped that I would find it by myself and do the real thing. Get revenge on your own."

"But the problem came up. He only told me the name of the Sequence Seven of the 'Divinator', 'Magician', but I don't even know where to find the specific formula of this potion, and I can't pray that I will meet the Secret Order again. Bar."

"Now it seems that what I complained to the captain at that time came true. The follow-up path of 'The Diviner' is actually still in the circus. I shouldn't have made this joke to the captain at that time."

Already standing in front of the wooden door with the number 221 engraved on it, Klein's face that had been dimmed by paying the room fee was bright again. He gently inserted the brass key into the lock cylinder, turned it with a creak, and pushed open the door shaft. A smooth door.

As the wooden door was fully opened, the layout of the apartment also came into Klein's eyes.

This is a standard two-bedroom, one-living-room, traditional apartment with its own bathroom and kitchen. The decoration is very old-fashioned. Next to the stove and the sofa is an easy chair that looks old, but is actually very sturdy, giving people a comfortable feeling.

Klein, who had been tormented in the second-class compartment for a day, casually put down the luggage in his hand, and before the stove that had just been filled with coal was fully heated, he collapsed onto the easy chair beside the sofa, his right hand on his face and he scratched randomly. He directly peeled off the black frame glasses and a piece of translucent human skin from his face.

The translucent human skin shimmered with dark purple flowing brilliance, the wrinkles on the surface of the skin gradually became dull, and the texture of the entire face was unconsciously dyed with a hint of gray, giving people an inorganic feeling, just Like a shoddy knockoff from some makeup workshop.

"Mystery" said that this was a gift from his forged identity certificate. It was a magical item that could change the user's face in a small range. If you look at the church's standards, it roughly belongs to the "Steam Church" which is best at time-limited, side effects. The kind that can be ignored.

The face that Klein used when he communicated with the apartment manager Aegron just now was also disguised by this item. In essence, the skin on his face was aged, removing the bookish air that was very personal, and replacing it with a more The sense of maturity brought by the high hairline and deep ice blue eyes fits the character of Sherlock Moriarty, a master of Renburg University, as much as possible.

"I was still influenced by the captain. When I was adjusting my appearance, when I thought of being mature and reliable, I was referring to the captain's appearance. I shouldn't even have to learn the hairline..."

Klein, who had not eaten dinner yet and was very tired, pressed his temples, and after rubbing on the easy chair for a while, he jumped up abruptly and put on the human-skin mask that no longer had any extraordinary colors. .

In the reflection of the window, the translucent mask of UU Reading www.uukanshu.com slowly wriggled, and the flowing brilliance of deep purple reappeared, carefully sweeping every corner of his face, including his appearance. After taking the appearance of Charlotte Moriarty, Klein breathed a sigh of relief, put away the key, and walked to the door.

In fact, on the gray fog, after his questioning, "Mystery" revealed that the ability of the item lent to him for camouflage came from a certain sequence of "The Diviner", and then combined with the process of changing his appearance just now, Ke Ryan inevitably fantasized about the abilities of that sequence known as "The Faceless Man."

I don't know if "Faceless Man" is Sequence Five or Sequence Six. This is simply an artifact of a "black household" like me, and as a complete sequence ability, its strength in disguise is definitely higher than this mask. layer, it should be possible to perform more complex operations.

I really want to know how it was achieved... After several turns, Klein stepped down the last stairs and saw Aigron Crosson still sitting at the front desk. With inspiration, he adjusted his expression and made a pretentious tone. Hesitantly asked:

"Mr. Agron, do you know where there is a suitable restaurant nearby?"

"It's too late today, I can't even prepare dinner for myself."

It seemed that he was disturbed by someone reading the newspaper. This gentleman, who had always seemed a little indifferent, looked even colder, slowly put down the newspaper, and spit out a few words with difficulty:

"My suggestion is the Chorwood district."

The newspaper in this gentleman's hand was spread out, and the large bold characters on it were very eye-catching, occupying almost half of the page.

"The fourth case, in the Backlund Bridge area, the rotting male corpse reappeared near the nightclub!"

"Shocked, after half a month, the Crazy Ripper appears again, where will the security in the East District go!"