Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

"I want to ask, are you willing to be our informant?"

informant? Dunn, who had barely connected to the darkness around him, was suddenly startled, and the dark red eyes under the black-rimmed glasses were a little confused.

"Deacon Ikanser, I'm sorry, I'm a believer of the goddess."

"No, you misunderstood, it doesn't matter." Ikanser, who didn't expect to be rejected by this reason, scratched the messy brown hair on the top of his head and looked a little embarrassed, "We are not trying to force you to convert."

Immediately, as if he remembered something, he quickly added:

"Uh...you don't have to worry that if you refuse, we will be locked underground."

"Of course, if you really don't want to be an informant, although we won't really do anything, we will still ask you to come to the church to register once a week to determine your status, which is a responsibility to the residents of Backlund. "

Ikanser's slightly hoarse voice was particularly evident in the quiet hospital corridor, while Dunn, whose head was slightly lowered and his lips pursed tightly, was in favor of the proposal, and no one spoke for a while.

"I..." After disguising, the bookish Dunn showed a touch of entanglement just right, and the hands under the cuffs of the jujube red coat kept opening and clenching fists, sighing: "I am willing to be the one with the heart of the machine. informant, but I want to apply for some additional powers."

For practical reasons, accepting the invitation of the Church of Steam can not only make up for Dunn's dilemma of being isolated and helpless in the extraordinary event in Backlund, but also get rid of his dependence on the "The Fool" and his angel to a certain extent. Possibly get revenge on your own.

It's not that he doesn't trust His Highness Edmund who awakened him from death, he's just a Sequence Seven himself who is not qualified to fight against an angel at all, but he is still instinctively afraid that he really turns into a monster unconsciously, to hurt everything that you have protected.

If you accept the invitation of the Church of Steam, if the worst does happen, at least, at least in the end, someone can decently send themselves away as a person.

What's more, I don't even know how to face my fellow church members. After joining Steam, I don't need to meet them when encountering extraordinary events... The corners of Dunn's mouth in a youthful guise raised slightly, towards Ikon, who was on the opposite side. Deacon Se stretched out his right hand.

"Thank you for joining, I will prepare an identification card for you in the file." Ikanser put down the record book in his hand to show his importance, also stretched out his right hand and cast an encouraging look at Dunn.

But unexpectedly, the deacon who had seen many was not only stunned.

In his eyes, the dullness in the young Mr. Evans' eyes had long since disappeared, replaced by the depth of time, his smiling face was tired, revealing an indescribable sadness.

"Mr. Evans..." Ikanser, who was holding his right hand, was in a trance, and he didn't let go for a long time.

"What's wrong?" Dunn asked with concern, and the black-rimmed glasses flashed a little light, "Is there anything else that needs to be explained?"

As the opponent's right hand was pulled out, Ikanser returned to his senses, but found that the opposite Louis Evans was still bookish and his eyes were flat, as if everything just now was an illusion.

"No, it's nothing, I'm a little distracted..."

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

Backlund Bridge District, Rose Long Street.

This is an area with better security in the Backlund Bridge District. It is not far from the apartment that Klein rented, only one block away.

At this time, the dawning sun pressed down the red moon, and the orange-red dawn penetrated the yellowish smoke, hitting the lampposts, the eaves, or the treetops, tearing down long and thin shadows one after another.

Klein, who was wearing a double-breasted coat, was wearing a half-height silk top hat. He was holding a copy of the Tussock River News that he had just bought from a newsboy. He was standing under the sign of the public carriage. Like an ordinary gentleman who can be seen everywhere, waiting for the car.

It's six o'clock, and it's half an hour before the first public carriage, but there are already many office workers who are going to the Chorwood district with breakfast and waiting at the low signs at various stops.

After another five minutes, in the alley between the two townhouses on Qiangwei Long Street, a big boy with a shabby gray coat collar and a round felt hat on his head sighed, his hands pressed against his body. The old satchel, red with cold, shivered and squeezed into the crowd waiting for the public carriage.

Taking advantage of his height, he shuttled between gentlemen and workers one after another, and finally found a suitable position.

But before he could speak, the gentleman beside him who was reading the newspaper suddenly jumped up, holding the newspaper and cane tightly in his left hand, while his right hand slammed into his side pocket and shouted impatiently:

"There are thieves, there are thieves here, my wallet is gone!"

After shouting, he recklessly turned around a few times, and then his ice blue eyeballs locked on the big boy who was crowding out, and he couldn't help gnashing his teeth:

"Don't run, boy, give me back my wallet!"

While shouting, the gentleman rammed the crowd around him, rushed out of the crowd amid the scolding, and ran away beyond the thief who had already run away.

However, all this did not cause any commotion to the surrounding crowd, only a few hapless people who were hit secretly scolded a few times, and then followed the others to rejoin the process of waiting for the car in silence.

In the East District and Backlund Bridge District, where security is poor, they don't know how many things like this happen every day. Even the police don't care about such trivial matters. An outright fool, a **** who can't even do the most basic pressing of a good wallet.

Gradually, the shouting of the gentleman whose wallet was stolen grew farther and farther, and the members of the Zigman Party who had been hiding in the waiting crowd no longer paid attention, and put all their energy back into the ordinary building opposite. on the house.

......

"Mr. Moriarty, you can change the method next time, instead of calling for the thief without discussing it with me at all." You have not eaten for two meals, and you have just gone through a long run. Ian supported his bent knees, and the warm sweat kept dripping from his delicate cheeks, looking a little pitiful.

Beside him, Klein, who was rearranging his clothes, glanced at the sound and glanced at the perspective of spiritual vision. After finding that the other party's body was indeed very weak, his tone was a little ashamed:

"This time it's an emergency, there may be monitors near Qiangwei Street."

Ian, who was stooping and panting for a while, licked his chapped lips, turning his rare bright red eyes, and looked strangely at his companion who was much older than himself.

"It's not normal to have surveillance around Detective Zeriel's residence. If you want to grab something from the Zigman Party, you must be prepared to be watched or even attacked by the other party."

"Isn't that common sense for bounty hunters?"

common sense? Klein, who was poked by the other party's question, still kept smiling, his facial muscles a little stiff.

He looked at the big boy in front of him, recalled the general traffic conditions nearby, and took the initiative to raise his cane and point to his side.

"How about we go to eat first?"

Klein, who was wearing a formal suit, took a few steps forward, but did not hear footsteps behind him. He turned sideways and found that Ian was staring at him with a wary expression, his right hand had been stretched into the tattered cloth that never left his body. inside the bag.

"Where is Mr. Zerrell?" Ian, who frowned, stretched his legs, and was ready to run away, said in a serious tone, "Mr. Moriarty, where is Detective Zerrell?"

Alas... Klein, who originally thought he could fool the past, had an indifferent expression. With the mature temperament created by the magical item, he shrugged his shoulders and said in a low voice:

"He's dead, and while we were looting that document, we met a powerful enemy, and Detective Zeriel was killed."

As soon as the words fell, Klein saw Ian's body suddenly burst out, and he was about to run away.

He had to take a few steps forward quickly, using the "Joker"'s powerful athletic ability and inspirational intuition to avoid the trajectory of the revolver in the other party's bag, before he could launch it, he clasped his wrist with one hand and grabbed Ian's with the other. Neck, tightly controlled this emotional big boy.

"What I said is true. Detective Zeriel was killed by the woman recruited by the Zigman Party that day. You should know the existence of Extraordinary. She is a powerful Extraordinary!"

Imitating the plot he had seen in the TV series, Klein was as close to the bounty hunter as possible, and roared at Ian.

Slowly, maybe it was because I really couldn't escape~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Maybe it was after careful consideration that Ian, who was struggling violently, gradually stopped, leaning against Klein's chest behind him, panting low, in his breathing There is a hint of weeping.

Klein, who had high confidence in his own inspiration, let go of the boy in his hand, took two steps back, and observed the other's expression.

He found that the big boy seemed to be really hit by the sudden news, but his face was not sad, but a loss of hope after being shattered.

Thinking about it, Zeriel doesn't necessarily treat him like a human just by taking advantage of the relationship. What's going on is sad... He is using his spiritual vision to confirm the surrounding environment and confirm Ian's specific emotions over and over again. Ryan was silent, choosing to let the other party regulate his emotions alone.

"Sorry, I'm a little excited to hear this news." Ian, who had regained his calmness, wiped his face, his bright red eyes lowered, as if his whole body was covered with a gray filter.

This is not excitement... Klein, who didn't know the details, didn't answer casually. He put on a more relaxed smile, and raised his cane again, with a mellow voice, just like before.

"Then how about we go to eat now, I'm a little hungry."

When the two were chasing just now, because they didn't communicate in advance, they ran to the Backlund pontoon in one breath, only ten minutes away from the relatively safe Chowood area.

"Okay." Ian, who was aware of his gaffe, replied softly, his right hand lowered the round felt hat above his head, and half of his face was buried in the shadows.

It was not until the two walked out for a long time that he returned to normal, and apologized to Klein in a dull voice that seemed to block his nose:

"I'm sorry, I was a little rude just now."

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