Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

"Sir is here. There have been gunshots since last night, and the smell of blood has been coming out of that room!" Burauer hurriedly led the yawning policeman upstairs. Within a minute, several people saw the room that was half-hidden by the broken wooden door.

The leading policeman sniffed the strong smell of blood in the air, frowned slightly, and finally no longer looked lazy.

He waved his hand back familiarly, and a younger police officer immediately stepped forward and knocked open the wooden door behind him that was blocked by something.

There was a muffled sound, and the police officer who knocked open the wooden door looked towards the source of the sound, but saw the body of a middle-aged man lying beside him, and there were several bumps on the head where the corpse had already appeared.

From the point of view, the corpse should have been leaning against this door just now, and then it was knocked open and fell to the side.

The lead trainee inspector passed the police officer in front, glanced at the general situation, put his arm on his shoulder, pulled it slightly, and walked into the house by himself.

He looked around and saw only two corpses that fell to the ground, with scars on the necks of sharp objects, as if they were killed by the same weapon.

Because Backlund's police agency was established not long ago, only less than 20 years ago, and it was established by relying on the original sheriff group, so in some professional aspects, most police officers still lack Knowledge.

For example, now, if it is a real forensic expert, it can be seen that the wound on Meursault’s neck is a fake wound created by secondary injury, and the two daggers that are judged to be the murder weapon are only Meursault. A person's fingerprints.

However, this is the East End, and it is the post-industrial era, and the police establishment is far less advanced.

"This should be a robbery, then the residents resisted, and finally the gangsters died one after another. For the rest of the details, I will ask the owner of the hotel later." He took a slow breath and said slowly.

In the East District, this kind of thing should not be common anymore. Although he knows very well that the things behind it will not be so simple, and he also knows that the so-called victim may not live in this room at all, but for the safety of himself and his family, he still Deciding to close the case hastily, anyway, this matter has not been taken seriously by the media, and there is no need to take the risk of provoking the possible gangster behind the incident to pursue this matter like a fool.

As for questioning the boss, huh, judging from the fact that the hotel didn't call the police, he didn't want to delay his business at all. Asking him is basically to deal with past records and speed up the settlement of the case, which is good for everyone.

As for Burauer, who came to report the case, he was standing at the door of the room, staring blankly at the room. Because he didn't see the bodies of the bounty hunter and the big boy, a cold sweat broke out from behind.

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

Just when the Eastern District police were still figuring out how to conclude the case, Klein and Ian had already arrived at the Backlund Bridge District.

The two were cleaning the apartment where no one lived for a few days, because they forgot to close the windows when they left, and the apartment was covered in dust.

Because he didn't have the tools to clean up the house, Klein went downstairs specifically to find Mr. Aigron, who had never been very fond of him, and borrowed a mop and broom. The two of them struggled until the afternoon to completely clean the house.

Klein, who was tired and had a sore back, and his facial expression became a little stiff from wearing a mask for a long time, moved his body, and his neck kept making a clicking sound.

"Mr. Moriarty, where should we contact in the future?" Ian, who was packing up the cleaning tools, stretched and said in a tender voice.

When Ian was still under Detective Zeril, he usually lived in the East End, and only met him at the cafe where Zeril frequented when needed.

This is for Ian himself to have frequent access to all kinds of information in the East District, so as not to lose his value, but to avoid danger as much as possible and prevent someone from directly linking this inconspicuous big boy with his employer.

This is the most basic professional ethics!

Klein, who had thought about the real needs, stood there, kneading his cheek with his right hand, and said after a moment of silence:

"The subway station near the Backlund Bridge, the place where I first saw you, there is a lot of traffic there."

"As for the usual contact, I'll tell you after a while, it's not the time yet."

Considering that there might indeed be some urgent matters, Klein planned to get a reliable messenger by himself, and when the time was right, he would tell Ian how to summon the messenger.

To be honest, he didn't want this big boy to get involved in the world of Beyonders too much. This is not a good way out. An ordinary life is far safer than fighting against darkness and madness all the time.

Moreover, sooner or later I will leave here, and sooner or later I will devote all my energy to revenge and returning home, and I cannot force others to be tied to my own destiny.

Klein paused and said in a low voice:

"As for your remuneration, after this Beyonder transaction, I will deliver it directly to you, and it will be calculated at 5% of the transaction price."

The prices of normal Beyonder characteristics and sealed items are in the hundreds of pounds, and a 5% return is enough to keep up with the commission that Detective Zeriel has given Ian over the past few years, which can be called very generous.

"The next meeting time should be the day after tomorrow. For the specific time, use the method I told you last time to interpret the advertisement in the Backlund Post." Although I don't know the specific amount, but from my own knowledge, Ian, who could roughly guess that it should be a large sum of money, was a little excited, but still added relevant information very seriously.

The day after tomorrow... Klein subconsciously looked around the apartment that he had not lived in for a long time, and asked uncertainly:

"Do you know where to find bodyguards with extraordinary powers?"

He wasn't sure because, if Detective Zeriel's original intention was to hire Beyonders he thought he could assist, Ian's method of recruiting directly from bounty hunters was too inefficient.

But something was beyond Klein's expectations. Ian didn't think much about it, and replied calmly:

"It's the last time at the Brave Bar. The owner there, Caspers, should know a few Beyonders. It turns out that Detective Zeriel looked for him when he was working with a Southern Continent-related organization."

Southern Continent?

Zerel is looking for organizational cooperation in the southern continent. Is this what the Feysac military means?

Because for the organization in the Southern Continent, Klein only knew of the "Rose School" that he had heard of in the Nighthawks, known for its blood and savagery, but Klein also knew that it might include the smears of the colonists. With the strength of Ambassador Intis behind the Man Party, considering that the pursuit may not stop, Klein could only seize every opportunity.

He stared at Ian's bright red eyes and said:

"You come to me at noon tomorrow and meet at the subway station I mentioned earlier. I need to go to the Brave Bar."

Ian, who was instructed by Klein, nodded, and before he had time to eat, he left the apartment rented by his employer and planned to return to the cramped room where he used to live in the East District, where he could only rent a bed.

After he left, Klein looked at the thin figure of the big boy from a distance by the window by the street, and sighed silently.

With a click, the lights belonging to Room 221 in the apartment building went out.

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

Where Klein didn't dare to go directly, the party organized by the Aurora Society's envoy, Mr. A, was still held in an ordinary house in Backlund Queens.

It's really bold, but maybe this is what Emperor Roselle once said. It's often not easy to be found in the place waiting below... Forsi and Xio found a place to sit while slandering.

They looked at the detailed entries on the blackboard in front of them and found that the host of the party, Mr. A in a hooded robe, was as quiet as usual, sitting alone on the front sofa, but his right side was quiet. Fang, another tall man in a dark purple robe was sitting beside him, so that Mr. A lost the condescending feeling he had in previous gatherings.

Maybe it was a strong man as powerful as Mr. A, maybe it was also a Sequence Five... Fors took a deep look, then glanced at his friend, and found that the other party did not observe that at all. The two strong men were just staring at the blackboard.

Forsi followed Xio's line of sight, and sure enough, she saw the "Sheriff" formula hanging in an inconspicuous corner with a price tag of 450 pounds.

This is a relatively fair price~www.wuxiamtl.com~ is not considered a premium, and it is also within the range that Hugh can afford.

She must be more excited... Forsi glanced at her friend again, not very obviously, and guessed Xio's current mood a little mischievously.

But in fact, he had already met an ancient god, an ancient **** served by an angel, and joined a meeting in front of the gods, Xiu, who was not very excited at this time.

She was weighing whether to buy the Sheriff's recipe here.

First of all, the price of 450 pounds will make her lose the opportunity to buy the follow-up materials. Second, what if this formula is in Mr. Fool's meeting before God?

A gathering in front of God must have its own special channel!

However, after repeated rights and interests, Xio decided to directly buy the formula here. After all, the thing she used to be most afraid of recently was that no one would sell the formula if she had money.

This kind of thing doesn't happen all the time... Xiu let out a long sigh of relief, then turned to his friend and whispered:

"What do you fancy?"

She knew that Fors had also been seeking promotion.

But Forsi shook his head, also put his lips over, and said to Xio through the cold mask:

"Is there any formula I want here? It's the one that I discussed at the beginning. Find a Beyonder who is good at purification for you, maybe it can help you."

But I don't think that purification can erase the traces of an ancient god... Xio pouted with some pain, and returned to his position.

Just in time, the hour hand moved towards the whole point. Mr. A, who was sitting at the very front, glanced to his side, nodded slightly, and said solemnly:

"Now the party begins."

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