Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

Historical projection, is this the skill of a high-sequence "diver"?

After calming down, Klein quietly stared at himself in the mirror, his eyes blank, his fingers rubbing the outline of his face.

He probably recalled his memory when he was confused, but he didn't seem to be able to recall the thin gray fog and crimson light that was characteristic of "Mystery" when he usually shot.

He took another handful of water and slapped it **** the face. Klein finally put on black-rimmed glasses without prescription and walked out of the bathroom.

"Mr Moriarty, it's everything."

Before Klein could ask a question, Ian stood up voluntarily and handed over a bag made of clothes, bulging, and there was a faint clanging sound inside.

Klein opened his pocket familiarly, glanced inside, and roughly scanned the contents inside.

In the uniform pocket made of canvas, Meursault's self-made spells, blood-stained tarot cards and notes, as well as various simple trap materials and hidden weapons commonly used by "hunters", even flickered with a thin spiritual light.

"Good job." Klein nodded approvingly, then his tone changed, and he instructed very seriously, "Go guard the door, don't let anyone in, I want to do a divination."

Klein never deliberately concealed that he was an Beyonder, but kept revealing some of his abilities to Ian.

Because in the future cooperation, Klein will inevitably experience a lot of things that need to be handled with extraordinary power, and may even need to use the ability above the gray fog.

Instead of being secretive at that time and revealing his specialness because he didn't greet Ian in advance, it is better to instill some reasons for his young assistant in advance, which is relatively easy to accept, without making it difficult to distinguish the various rituals. Reasons for ordinary people to doubt.

It seems that he has a certain understanding of extraordinary power, or it may be that Zeriel has made a similar request before. Ian easily accepted Klein's request, withdrew lightly, and closed the almost falling Wooden door.

Klein, who had been in a state of spiritual vision and found that no one was in the corridor, nodded slightly, took out the usual silver dagger from the double-breasted coat he spread on the bed, and surrounded the wall of the small room, spraying spirituality, making A spiritual wall was erected.

He wants to find the real indicator through channeling before Meursault's spirit has dissipated!

After I don't know how many times of psychic rituals and self-responses, the spiritual wall is still dominated by the fragrance of spiritual materials.

The citrine pendant was removed by familiarity, and Klein stood beside Meursault's body, looking down indifferently, the corners of his mouth trembling slightly.

"Meursault's chief messenger of this assassination."

After seven times of silent recitation, Klein's brown eyes were stained with a layer of chaotic pure black, and he soon entered a dream state composed of spirituality, which was hazy.

The gray fog that appeared in front of him remained still for two seconds, and suddenly there was a change in light and shadow, condensing blurred and abstract pictures and scenes.

This is different from conducting divination directly on the gray fog. Klein needs to respond to himself. At the same time, because of the lowering of power, the divination process can only rely on his own strength, and he cannot obtain more information through the high status of the gray fog.

In this abstract scene, Meursault's figure is relatively clear. With him as the center, the whole picture gradually becomes real under the blessing of spirituality.

He was standing in a relatively luxuriously decorated room, the surrounding light and shadow were dim, it should be underground.

In this suspected secret room, a middle-aged man without a hat was standing in front of Meursault. The neckline and cuffs of his white shirt had intricate, layered, petal-like decorations, making them extraordinarily luxurious. The overall design is more aggressive.

The trousers of the lower body are not closed at the low end, and the dark purple lines are finely embroidered on both sides of the trouser legs. Although the shape is straight, the overall feeling is very tight, echoing the tight waistcoat of the upper body, giving people a sense of A fancy and pompous feel.

This middle-aged man was the ambassador of Intis who had previously been to the stronghold of the Zigman Party, Beclon Jean Mardan.

He had brown hair and blue eyes, a thin face, and the arrogance in his eyes did not restrain, he looked at Meursault and said loudly:

"No matter what you do, as long as it's not a terrorist attack in the Queens and West Sides, you must find the bounty hunter and Ian Wright hired by Zeril, remember, you must live, or after you are killed. , within an hour, preferably no more than fifteen minutes, to me."

"Yes, Mr. Ambassador." Meursault tried his best to hide his arrogance. Although he had lowered his head, the flame of confidence in his eyes was still burning brightly.

In silence, the picture shattered, and Klein, who had exited the dream, frowned slightly.

He never imagined that the first thing he encountered after arriving in Backlund was to be involved in a conspiracy planned by an ambassador.

Judging from the common sense taught in the international politics class and Klein's experience on Earth, the ambassador of a big country can almost be regarded as a person who speaks in this area, and can control most of the forces under his own country.

This matter actually involves a country!

Judging from the dressing style of the ambassador just now, he should belong to the Republic of Intis, a country originally ruled by Emperor Roselle... This is a powerful country...

It seems that Detective Zeriel should be responsible for the tasks that the Feysac Empire attaches great importance to. It is no wonder that the unknown intelligence officer would say that if his task is successfully completed, it will be "reported" directly. It is not an exaggeration rhetoric...

And the ambassador of Intis should have someone who is good at divination. This is the best time to dissipate and channel the spirit when stuck...

I remember that the esoteric order seems to have originated from Intis...

Klein thought for a while, and after confirming that the nearby spiritual wall was not touched, he gave the dream divination statement again.

"Has Meursault ever been in contact with a Diviner, or a Beyonder of the **** pathway?"

These are the two paths that Klein knows and are best at divination. The rest, whether it is the "Sun" path mastered by the Sun Church of Intis, or the "Craftsman" path mastered by the Steam and Machinery Church, or the military path. The "Hunter" pathway controlled by Fang did not have the corresponding skills for divination.

The gray dream flooded into Klein's mind again, and the appearance of the middle-aged gentleman once appeared.

This time, a handsome man with black hair, blue eyes, and a beard appeared beside him. He looked at Meursault, who was standing in the middle of the room with a genial look. There are two others, one is an ordinary young man, and the other is Helen, the "Rose Bishop" who almost killed Klein.

With a bang, the picture shattered, and Klein returned to reality again.

Perhaps because there are too few prerequisites related to the content of the divination, Klein can only see the characters' lips open and close in the dream divination, but cannot hear the sound.

But he also learned from this that the Ambassador Intis must have a "diver" by his side, and it is very likely to be a mid-sequence.

And judging from the function of the magical item he obtained from "Mystery", the middle sequence of "Divinator" is likely to have the ability to change his appearance.

Maybe at some point, the people around me will be replaced by the ambassador's subordinates... Klein revoked the blockade of the spiritual wall with familiarity, glanced at the two corpses in the house, a bold idea Come to mind.

He walked to the door of the room softly, knocked twice, and Ian, who was guarding outside, quickly got in, and the wooden door half-hanging on the door frame creaked a few times.

The big boy whose nose was red from the cold in the corridor just now did not ask what the employer was doing just now, but looked at the current situation in the house very professionally.

"Mr Moriarty, we may need to deal with the scene."

"Although the Zigman Party should have bribed the boss here, from his point of view, he should not call the police tonight."

"But by the next morning, the news of the dead here will definitely reach the police. No matter how slack the police in the East District are, they will still go to a murder case of this vile nature under possible pressure from reporters. process, and give it a certain amount of attention.”

"If we want to avoid trouble now, maybe we should leave at night."

Thinking about it very thoughtfully... Klein looked at Ian in surprise and nodded approvingly. He is now more interested in this big boy's past.

"Nice advice, but I have a better idea and just need your help."

"What advice?" Ian asked in a low voice, raising his head that kept sweeping over the two corpses~www.wuxiamtl.com~.

The corners of Klein's mouth twitched slightly, and he smiled a little wickedly. With Sherlock Moriarty's face, he felt an "evil" feeling for a while.

"Isn't there two corpses?"

"And Meursault killed the poor resident himself, so why can't the resident end up killing the burglar as well?"

Resident Killed the "Executioner" of the Zigman Party?

Hearing Klein's thoughts, Ian's **** pupils dilated slightly. He looked at his employer in disbelief, and was a little terrified of this bold idea.

What the **** did he do before?

Poor Ian would have wondered if his new employer was the real murderer of Detective Zeril if he hadn't seen Klein kill the Zigman Party.

He is too skilled!

However, after careful consideration, Ian nodded slightly and affirmed the plan.

"This is indeed a good method, and it makes sense logically, but, will those official Beyonders really not find out that he is a Beyonder?"

Ian, who was standing beside Meursault's body, pointed, a little worried.

"Actually not, I didn't use much Beyonder power in the battle just now, it was purely a fight between firearms and flesh, and I've already taken away Meursault's Beyonder characteristics, as long as the Eastern District Police Station doesn't check carefully, nothing will happen. Big problem." Klein, who had watched nearly a thousand episodes of Conan, smiled, raising the corners of his mouth somewhat self-deprecatingly, with a confident tone.

Unexpectedly, I, a good law-abiding citizen, would become like this... Klein snorted, immediately crouched down, and quickly started the work of forging the scene.

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