Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

Rotten male corpse! Crazy Ripper!

Perhaps the reporters from Backlund were not completely nonsense. The security in the Eastern District and the Backlund Bridge District really needs to be strengthened... Affected by his professional habits, Klein, who accidentally glanced at the newspaper in Mr. Agron's hand, suddenly had thoughts in his mind. Swirling, the muscles next to the bridge of the nose twitched a few times.

"Oh, thank you for your suggestion." Sherlock Moriarty, played by him, seemed to see the displeasure of the apartment manager in front of him, and smiled awkwardly to thank him, concealing his embarrassment, and quickly escaped from the apartment. door.

In fact, judging from Aigron Crosson's answer just now, although he really hated this rude scholar who asked too much and was squeamish, he did not perfunctory because of this, but gave a very pertinent suggestion. suitable answer.

The Chorwood area of ​​Backlund is mostly the living choice of the middle class. There are many small companies and many houses. In order to solve the food problem of most companies, there are many independent restaurants with good reputation and relatively fair prices. Nearby, contracted the company's lunch delivery business.

Moreover, the subway line in Chorwood District is connected to the Backlund Bridge District. The traffic is relatively convenient, and the security is definitely better than near the Tussock River where gang conflicts often occur. It is indeed a good choice for a night out for dinner.

Klein, who had done relevant investigations on the steam train before, agreed with the suggestion of the Aegron administrator very much. After planning to settle down in Backlund first, he decided without hesitation on the place for his dinner. The route recorded on the carriage, turned left and right, came to the sinking entrance of the steam subway.

Backlund's unique steam subway has been in existence for 25 years, but even so, at this time when most of the workers are off work, Klein still does not feel as crowded as the train platform, only a few gentlemen are lining up. In front of him, waiting for tickets.

"Perhaps the real workers still won't choose this 'luxury' mode of travel."

Due to the inefficiency of manual ticket sales, Klein still waited for two minutes before seeing the conductor with his head bowed and beautiful blond hair, despite the sparse crowd.

She skillfully took out a blank bill, and pointed her finger up casually, signaling Klein to choose according to the information on the wooden card.

"The peak period here is mainly based on the commuting time of the office crowd..."

"Also, the real rich will always keep a horse-drawn carriage. Only employees in various companies in the Chorwood and Hillston districts need this relatively affordable and convenient means of transportation..."

The steam subway is really a big guy that I have never seen before on Earth. This kind of sophisticated thing should be very popular with Melissa... Klein, who was somewhat divergent, suddenly froze, and then he laughed even more. Splendid, while taking out some change, he lowered his head and said to the conductor:

"Second class, thank you."

Not only is sarcasm and hidden grief the true meaning of "Joker", but so is politeness.

Klein, who took the ticket by hand, turned slightly, squeezed past the not-so-wide entrance, followed the directions on the ground and continued to descend, followed the stairs to a deeper platform, and leaned to a position close to the corner.

The light yellow smoke here is thicker, and the smell is far worse than the one on the ground, which almost affects the senses of the passengers. The irritating smell and blurred vision make Klein doubt the safety of the place.

dong dong dong!

Accompanied by the sound of heavy footsteps from far to near, Klein's inspiration moved slightly, and a blurry picture was sketched in his mind.

Someone was crashing in his direction!

Following the Clown's intuition, Klein turned his waist sharply, his body quickly avoided a path, his neck turned to the right, and he instantly locked on the possible target.

Through the cover of the pale yellow mist, he probably saw a thin, low figure dodging the obstruction of several tall men in black trench coats, pressing the dome hat above his head with one hand, and shrinking like a mouse. , with a flexible swing, he got into the narrow shadow behind Klein.

What the hell!

Having experienced several coincidences in Tingen City, Klein, who had seen the power of 0-08, was instinctively alarmed by this sudden event, and he wanted to respond subconsciously.

But feeling the rapid and disordered breathing behind him, he glanced at the menacing tall men who were gasping for breath, Klein sighed secretly, his legs were imperceptibly separated, and he took advantage of the slightly wider body on his body. The black double-breasted coat blocked the front of the person behind him like a wall.

"Where's that kid!" The tall man at the head slashed his sharp eyes from everyone around him, ignoring the fear of others, he turned his head roughly, and questioned his subordinates who were also looking for a target.

The other men were roared violently. They seemed a little scared and didn't dare to answer. They had to continue banging left and right on this small platform, panting like a few bulls.

At this time, Klein had already hidden his teeth, switched to a state of spiritual vision, and saw these tall men in black trench coats and black top hats.

Their skin is mostly dry and cracked, and their complexion is relatively dark. Their lean body shape and more deeply sunken eye sockets give people a natural sense of fierceness.

Highlander? Or mixed blood?

Klein, who had heard a little about these notorious warlike races during the period of the Nighthawks, suddenly became tense, and his hand in his left pocket couldn't help but hold down the gray fog he had accidentally brought on, but he survived. , one of the few "Sleep" spells in stock.

He is not only guarding against these plateau people who are dressed as suspected gangsters, but also guarding against the low man who is hiding in the shadow behind him at the moment, the target of these thugs!

I shouldn't mind my own business and smash my hands... Klein tried his best to control his eyes and expressions, maintaining a reasonable tension, while calculating the distance of one of the men who was carefully examining each passenger. How many steps are left, the fingers on the "Sleep" spell are getting harder and harder, ready to trigger at any time.

Woohoo!

Accompanied by a burst of pungent steam, the huge, sinuous steam locomotive pierced the silence with a thunderous whistle.

A huge steam locomotive broke through the oppressive atmosphere created by the dim gas lights on both sides of the tunnel with majestic power, and stopped with a bang.

At this moment, Klein's inspiration was very sensitive to capture the movements coming from behind him. The man who was evading the tracking took advantage of the opportunity of steam spraying and the noise of metal friction to get into the car door position very decisively.

It seemed that he had noticed something out of the corner of his eye. The plateau man who had been searching beside the passengers just now walked quickly to Klein. He glanced disdainfully at the "Sherlock" who looked mature but weak in physique. Moriarty", his eyes circled up and down, more of an interrogation.

Klein didn't wait for the other person to ask questions, as if he was frightened and stunned, he smiled stiffly, took out his left hand from his pocket, and took a cane to catch up with the passengers who got on the bus, and accepted it tremblingly. Flight attendant's check.

According to the guidance of the flight attendant, he took his second-class seat unhurriedly. His body was still trembling, but there was no hint of panic in his eyes. the situation behind.

Those plateau people didn't get in the car, they gave up tracking that person?

After confirming the current situation, Klein instantly returned to his normal state.

bang bang bang...  

After another minute or so, with the sound of the whistle, the carriage doors closed and the steam locomotive began to accelerate again.

Klein, who was seated next to the aisle, didn't buy any newspapers because he only planned to eat dinner when he went out. He could only close his eyes and rested silently on the hard seat.

Suddenly, his spirituality moved slightly, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a thin boy with a green face who was walking towards him wearily, supporting an old coat that obviously didn't fit him.

His head was buried low, and only a few messy strands of hair could be seen, as well as a vaguely angular jawline.

This boy, who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, covered his worn-out satchel with his hands, and with the scrutiny in front of him, he approached the edge of the aisle with less attention, just over one meter away from the second-class seat where Klein sat.

"Thank you for helping me." Unexpectedly, the big boy suddenly raised his head and thanked Klein very seriously, his tired bright red eyes filled with seriousness.

Klein, who had already thought of various countermeasures in his mind, was suddenly startled. Looking at the other party's green face and bright red pupil color, the corners of his originally tightly pursed lips were raised high, and his smile was very bright.

"You're welcome, raise your hand."

Although he didn't know the specific reason for his pursuit, he didn't suffer any loss because of it, so Klein was willing to give a smile to this child who was not much older than his sister.

The big boy looked at the bright smile in front of him, and suddenly froze for a moment, then the corners of his mouth trembled unnaturally, and he squeezed out a very unnatural smile.

Immediately, the boy lowered his head abruptly, lowered his dome hat as before, and wiped it away from Klein as if running away.

A child with a story... Having met many former night watchers, he mumbled silently, diverted his attention appropriately, and regained his already somewhat sluggish spirit.

......

In a position in the third-class carriage, Zeriel Victor Li felt a shadow suddenly appearing in front of him, and asked aloud without raising his head:

"Did you confirm the identity of that person just now?"

"It should be just an ordinary person. The item you gave me didn't react." The big boy who just thanked Klein barely moved his lips, and answered his employer's question very indifferently in a voice that the two of them could hear clearly. question.

Detective Zeriel, dressed in a suit that was out of tune with the surrounding passengers, put away the map on his lap, folded it several times, and moved his stiff neck.

He is very satisfied with his favorite "partner", or "dog".

This child's early experience has trained him to have a calm attitude when encountering problems, which is far more useful than those **** in the East District who can only be petty theft.

"Ian, you have to know that this mission is very important, not only for me, but also for you." Zeriel looked at the bright red eyes of the big boy in front of him, his voice calm, "For me, I can go back to my country with honor, and I will even be given the reward of being recommended all the way to Sequence Five to be a real colonel. For you, this may be your best chance to get a stable life and become a real Northern Continent. I miss you You should understand the importance of that.”

"As long as the 'documents' can be obtained smoothly, even if you are my adjutant in the future, it is not impossible to be a Feysac officer."

This naked temptation seemed to arouse Ian's interest, and the brilliance in his eyes flashed.

He nodded nonchalantly, and then, following his usual rules, silently walked away from his employer and walked to the back of the carriage. The tiredness on his face became more obvious.

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

Dunn, who had changed his dressing habits and was wearing a jujube red wool coat, looked around the townhouses in front of him. After confirming that the information in the newspaper was correct, he started to walk to the wooden door with the words 17 engraved on it. forward.

As he raised his hand and rang the doorbell, a small cuckoo made of gears and colored iron pieces emerged from the protrusion on the door, turning the neck made of precision parts, nodding his head, cuckoo cuckoo called.

He observed this novel gadget with a little interest, and there was a flash of light in the dark red eyes.

After more than ten seconds, the dark brown door was opened, and a relatively professional-looking maid looked at Dunn with some caution and said:

"Excuse me, what's the matter?"

Dunn, who has forged a wealth of experience in the Nighthawks team, has a gentle smile and a mellow voice:

"I saw the advertisement of Mrs. Somer's rental house in the newspaper~www.wuxiamtl.com~ I guess it hasn't been rented out yet?"

After all, he also raised the newspaper in Yang's hand, making his words more convincing.

"No, please wait a moment." The maid wrapped in a long black and white dress bowed politely, and immediately closed the door halfway, and the sound of footsteps gradually became smaller.

After a while, the maid who had hurriedly informed the hostess returned again, opened the door and bowed to Dunn again, then took his suitcase and gentleman's staff and hung them in the free space in the hall.

Before Dunn could actually enter the room, just staying in the hallway, he smelled a floral fragrance that was completely different from the pungent smell outside. It was light and pleasant, and he could clearly feel the seriousness of the owner here.

Under the heat wave, he considered for a while, but took off his woolen coat, and handed the cold coat to the maid behind him. With a glance, he observed the layout of the interior of No. 17 Minsk Street.

The layout of houses in a set of townhouses is basically the same, which is the common sense of every renter in Ruen.

But he only took a few glances, and the hostess of this house had already walked down from the second floor, swinging a feather fan inlaid with silver in her hand, with a graceful gait.

She seemed to have just dressed up. The thin senior dress was fitted to the snow-white neck, and the pale yellow ruffles matched his delicate appearance, which made people feel her decency intuitively.

"Hello, Mrs. Summer." Dunn didn't look at the beautiful blond woman in her mid-thirties. He placed his hand on his chest very calmly and gave a salute.

The hostess passed Dunn's face, a little surprised, but she still smiled reservedly:

"Good evening, we can go to the living room to talk slowly. Do you like tea or coffee?"