Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

The room enveloped in warmth gave off an intimate and comfortable feeling. The more delicately crafted rugs absorbed the footsteps of the maid. For a while, only the fire not far away was still sizzling in the room.

Mrs. Summer watched the maid put down the coffee, her eyes lowered and said:

"Excuse me, what should I call you?"

"Louis Evans." Dunn said his pseudonym very smoothly, and didn't say a word.

Seeing that the prospective tenant in front of her was extremely indifferent, Mrs. Summer couldn't find the starting point of the topic from his demeanor and actions, so she could only skip the greetings and mentioned the other party's purpose indifferently.

"You want to rent the 15th house next door, right?"

"Yes, I just came to Backlund, and I want to choose a quieter and safer house." Dunn pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose not used to it, and the dark red eyes were looming under the reflection of the lenses. .

Quiet, safe... Mrs. Somer, who finally found a chance, straightened her back and sat beautifully with a smile:

"Indeed, although Backlund is prosperous and prosperous, the security here is also vastly different."

"I don't know if you heard that the Ripper in the East District and Backlund Bridge District has killed several poor ladies recently."

"There are also rotting male corpses that keep appearing for no reason. I sometimes think, fortunately, the law and order in Chorwood is quite good, otherwise how would I dare to let my children go out after school in the afternoon and go to the nearby street garden to play."

This full-time wife may have been influenced by her husband. She seems to have the habit of reading newspapers, and she has a better understanding of some recent dangerous events in Backlund.

"Chorwood District is indeed relatively safe, which is why I chose this place." Dunn briefly responded to the lady, and then, under the influence of his professional habits, quickly threw his thoughts into the two pieces of news he had just heard.

Repeated criminal Ripper?

Rotten male corpse?

Dunn, who has many years of experience as a Nighthawk, immediately thought of the "devil" murder case he had dealt with, which was essentially a ritual, a promotion ceremony for the Extraordinary of the "criminal" pathway.

The local night watchman in Backlund must have realized this... Although Dunn was worried, the expression on his face did not change. Instead, he brought up the issue related to the house next door very timely.

"May I ask what the interior decoration of No. 15 is like? Is there complete heating equipment?"

"You know, the weather in Backlund is even more extreme than in Jianhai County. If there is no heating, I don't know how to spend this winter."

"So you're from Midsea County." Mrs. Summer suddenly lifted her spirits, looked around her house for a week with her neck raised, and smiled sweetly, "Of course the house next door has complete heating facilities, but it's not like this one. Special piping design, no large carpets, no card tables and easy chairs, no good ceramic tableware, no decent enough matching sideboards, even tea sets and cutlery are not gilded, not gorgeous enough.”

"It's all because of their previous owners, my sister and brother-in-law's business failure, and most of the furniture in the house can only be sold." She retracted her raised arm and retracted it to her lower abdomen with a reserved smile, " Unfortunately, they chose Balam in the end."

"It's too savage, there are no qualified tutors, and there are no good grammar schools. Sometimes I feel really worthless for my nephew and niece."

Opposite her, Dunn listened to everything in silence. For a while, the relatively pure dark red eyes were a little deep, like a dream.

"Indeed, Balam is not a good place to go, although the weather in Jianhai County is not always pleasant, but that's all."

"If they go to Jianhai County, I think I can provide them with some help." Dunn flatly agreed with Mrs. Somer's judgment, using a less obvious word to hint at the background of his identity .

Sure enough, these words aroused the lady's interest. She changed her sitting position and said with a smile:

"I just remembered, I haven't asked you what you do."

"It's not an offense. You know, when renting a house, we also need to know the basic information of the tenant. Recently, some related news has always made us uneasy, and we have to be cautious."

"I agree with your point of view." Dunn nodded slightly, summoned the maid unhurriedly, took back his suitcase, and took out the identity certificate stored in the mezzanine.

He made a general confirmation, and calmly handed the kraft paper bag with Louis Evans' name on it to Mrs. Summer.

The off-white thin thread was ripped apart, and the sound of the paper and the crackling of the flames intermingled.

"Are you a professional scholar of criminal investigation?" Mrs. Summer, who had glanced at the documents in her hand, was surprised in her tone.

She pointed her finger on the words "graduated from Coston University", put the document back into the kraft paper bag with great care, and returned her hands to Dunn.

Dunn, who had already re-wrapped the paper bag with thread, replied in a slow voice.

"Yes, I have been interested in criminal investigation-related knowledge since I was a child, but my family is not very supportive."

"They want me to study finance, and they want to force me to become a banker, otherwise I won't come to Backlund alone."

Speaking of which, Dunn didn't forget that he was playing a scholar with a strong bookishness. It was very reasonable to say a few more words according to his emotions because he mentioned the sadness.

"Family's support is indeed more important." Mrs. Summer briefly mentioned, and then quickly changed the subject, "The house on No. 15 has a three-year lease, if you think it is appropriate, you can choose to pay the rent for one year at a time. , 18 soli a week, 1 soli for the use of furniture, and only fifty pounds with a deposit."

This seems a bit expensive for Dunn, who has just climbed out of the grave and gave his "legacy" and pension to his family, but fortunately, when Edmund Jason prepared his identity for Dunn, in order to fit the character , very thoughtfully prepared a "public fund" of 2,000 pounds, which can help Dunn play a better role as a child of a wealthy family.

"No problem, this is a very fair price." Dunn, who received the financial support, didn't hesitate and gave an answer almost immediately, which made Mrs. Somer's eyelids jump.

"Then we'll be neighbors from now on." Mrs. Somer, who took the money from Dunn, didn't count. To verify the money, he placed it directly on the tea table and took the initiative to stretch out his right hand.

Dunn's mouth curled slightly, and he also stretched out his right hand, holding it in the palm of his hand, and shook it a few times.

"I am honored."

The hostess opposite was in a good mood, but she seemed to remember something, and there was a sense of tentativeness in her questioning voice.

"By the way, is it convenient for you to tell me your beliefs?"

"I believe in the goddess." Dunn said the unaltered answer with a solemn expression. There was an inexplicable weight in his clear eyes. He raised his right hand slightly, and drew the crimson moon on his chest. Praise the goddess!"

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Backlund, it's eight o'clock on Monday.

Klein, who had a full meal at the Loren Restaurant in Chorwood District yesterday, was burying his head in the quilt. After rolling over a few times, he reluctantly got up from the bed in the apartment.

In the future, he can't eat so full at night... He felt the discomfort in his stomach, lamented that he had changed his clothes, and rubbed his fingers on the "human skin mask" that had been stuck to his face all night.

After learning about the "Crazy Ripper" incident in the newspaper last night, Klein had already determined that Backlund's night watchman was definitely involved in the arrest of this suspected "devil", and may even Investigate and monitor the vicinity of the Backlund Bridge.

As an unknown resurrection from the church, although he guessed that the goddess and "Mystery" were secret allies, he did not dare to grasp the church's attitude. Will reveal their secrets casually.

So for safety's sake, Klein decided that in the future, as long as it wasn't necessary, he would always wear this mask that could change his appearance to prevent capsize in the gutter.

Who knows if St. Samuel's Church will just send Ms. Lolotta or Mr. Al Hasson to investigate the so-called Ripper incident!

Carrying the black cane, he adjusted the position of the top hat and walked down the stairs.

"Good morning, Mr. Agron."

Eight o'clock in the morning is the time when most working-class workers go to work, but most of the tenants who rent in the riverside apartments managed by Aiglon still have relatively decent jobs. Generally, the places to work are far away from the factory area and the Chorwood area, so He needed to go out earlier, and Klein, who went downstairs at eight o'clock, became one of the few "lazy people" in the whole building.

"Okay." Although he didn't want to say hello to a broken scholar like Sherlock Moriarty, Aegron still replied without looking up.

Disgusted... Klein smiled awkwardly, then took a map from the newspaper rack on the first floor of the apartment and walked out of the door alone.

Because he had to make time for a tarot club in the afternoon, Klein had to be ready to "find a job" in the morning.

After comprehensive consideration, he found that if he wanted to juggle his work and secretly investigate Lanvus and Ince Zangwill for revenge, the only industries he could choose were relatively free newspaper reporters, free detectives, and eastern suburbs. Bounty Hunter.

The former is more difficult to apply for. Although he has a master's degree from Lenburg, Klein does not have similar work experience and is most likely to be assigned to a clerical position instead of being placed outside for interviews.

A freelance detective is a profession with a high degree of freedom, and it is also very suitable for Klein's current fake identity, but the relative income is not stable enough, and it is easy to be involved in a case with a lot of energy, just like Klein himself in court. Roots cause trouble to others.

As for the worst bounty hunter, to be honest, this profession may be quite efficient for revenge, and it can integrate into the dark side of Backlund as quickly as possible. The disadvantage is that safety cannot be guaranteed and it is easy to get burned.

"It seems that the detective is Moriarty's destiny." Klein walked out of the small building of the newspaper office and laughed at himself.

He had just spent a huge sum of 30 pounds on the Backlund Post to book an advertising space for a full month from tomorrow.

Although it is very small, this is the beginning of my time in Backlund... He recalled the process of handing over thirty pounds just now, and he raised his cane slightly to attract a hired carriage that happened to pass by. .

"Go to the East District." He didn't say much, sitting in the middle of the carriage, silently opening his spiritual vision.

According to the situation in Lower Tingen Street, he could imagine the level of chaos in the Eastern District of Backlund, and he had to strengthen his vigilance.

As the carriage bumped, Gulong Gulong's wooden wheels kept colliding with the gravel road, and it took 20 minutes to approach the border of the Eastern District.

Suddenly, the carriage stopped in front of the fork that was about to enter the East District.

Klein's inspiration moved slightly, and he searched his gaze to the coachman who was already in front of the door of the carriage.

"What's wrong?"

"Sir, we don't usually drive carriages into the East District, I hope you can understand." The thin coachman imitated the words taught by the company, and his movements were somewhat unnatural.

Klein's eyes moved up and down, and he scanned the driver. After confirming that he was not lying, he replied with a smile:

"No problem, how much is the fare?"

Seeing that the driver was relieved and unabashedly relieved, Klein's expression was a little solemn for a while.

He tentatively set foot on the most crowded land in Backlund, and not long after he walked, he saw workers huddled on both sides of the street waiting for a job, and saw the foreman who came to select coolies and had a bad attitude.

The capital of all cities, the city of hope... Klein's mouth twitched. Based on the broken road signs and passersby who needed to pay, he quickly found a bar where bounty hunters often gather.

The smell of alcohol is everywhere here, but no drunks are seen, and the order is relatively good.

He didn't care much and looked at the possible colleagues around him, UU reading www. uukanshu.com went straight to the bar on the west side of the house.

"Let's have a glass of South Wales beer." In order to fit in here, Klein deliberately chose a beer with a relatively high strength, imitating the mature sense of captain.

The bartender, who was looking down at low-quality and vulgar readings, poured a large glass of South Wales beer without raising his head. His throat seemed to have phlegm, and he asked in a low voice:

"New here, right?"

Miss Intis... Klein indiscernibly withdrew his gaze from the vulgar reading, his smile remained unchanged, and he calmly admitted the other party's judgment.

"Yes, I just arrived in Backlund, and I want to eat a meal."

"Have you had anything more convenient to do recently?"

He recalled his few experiences working with gangsters in Tingen, and recalled the words of the semi-literate gang leader.

"It's not a big job. In the previous paragraph, there was someone who was looking for someone, saying that he was looking for a sailor, but that task is gone."

"If you want to find a job..." The bartender behind the bar seemed to be in a good mood. He raised his head and looked at Klein, who had a mature face, before thinking, "The Zigman Party may be expanding recently, the boss over there. I will come back tomorrow to release the mission, and there is a detective who seems to be hiring temporary assistants, and you may find a job tomorrow."

"Zigman Party?" Klein appropriately expressed his surprise.

Wow, the bartender turned another page, his teeth biting the dead skin on his lips.

"The gang of the plateau people is quite powerful."

Highlander... Klein's mind suddenly flashed across several black-clothed men he saw on the subway yesterday, and his brows slowly pressed together.

It won't be so coincidental...