Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me Chapter 11

"Mr. Neil, what happened?" Klein looked at the other party's strange behavior and laughed dryly.

Old Neil still looked at him. After a few seconds of silence, he sighed slowly. He sat opposite Klein and said in a deep voice:

"I didn't expect that you were about to be promoted, and you found inspiration from the motto of 'The Secret Man' and Daly's experience."

"In this way, we old guys really lost too much, wasted for decades..."

"Mr. Neil!" Klein was about to say something when he was interrupted.

Old Neil couldn't hide his dejection any longer. He put his fists on his knees with both hands, his face filled with remorse.

"You don't need to comfort me, this is something that can't be changed."

"If, if, I could have known twenty years earlier, and found a way to control the potion, if, if, I..."

He covered his face with his hands, and his voice could only come out from between his fingers, as if it had been buried deep for decades:

"I thought that Dai Li's promotion speed was a miracle of genius, and that it was a special thing that normal people couldn't imitate. Now it seems that I was wrong. I obviously got enlightenment at that time, and it was close to it, but I gave up! "

"No, maybe, that's a miracle of genius. If I'm a genius too, I'd be better off earlier." Old Neil suddenly fell silent. After a few minutes of silence, he raised his head and looked at Klein.

"I'm sorry, I lost my way." He tried to smile like he always did, but he was no longer sly. "I experimented with some ritual magic two days ago. It took too much spirituality and I was a little bit shocked."

Klein looked at the other party's reluctant appearance. He didn't know what to say for a while, so he could only consider the language, and said with relief:

"Promotion, there are always too many risks. Maybe it was my youth or a sudden opportunity that made me choose danger, and the church doesn't have the Sequence Eight of 'Spyders'."

"The church may have it, maybe there was a chance to get it before..." Old Neil muttered a few words, shook his head, stood up, and smiled at Klein, "You are right, promotion will be dangerous, at least I have lived a healthy life by myself for decades, oh, praise the goddess."

Klein watched the opponent skillfully draw a crimson moon on his chest, walked out of the guard room with a flicker, and disappeared from sight.

It took him a long time to get out of the dreary atmosphere brought by Old Neil. He looked down at the internal information of the Nighthawks, and prepared to supplement his esoteric knowledge, which seemed to be stretched after Sun joined the Tarot Club.

Looking at the dense collection of ancient documents in front of him, Klein couldn't help but think of the mysterious notes that Mr. Azik gave him in his bedroom at home.

I don't know what will be recorded there. I have already determined that it is not dangerous to me... Klein was thinking divergently when he suddenly heard the sound of gentle and steady footsteps coming from the stairs.

According to Inspiration's instructions, he looked towards the entrance below, and sure enough, Dunn's figure came out of it a few seconds later.

"Your letter." Dunn raised his right hand, shook his wrist, and threw the letter in his hand onto Klein's table.

Klein lowered the hand he was going to pick up, changed the action to clasping his hands in the air, and moved the envelope towards him.

He glanced at the signature of the envelope pretending to be casual, Mr. Hornages... It's a letter from Duster Guderian... Klein's heart suddenly understood.

He carefully found the letter-cutting knife, cut open the envelope bit by bit, took out the letter inside, and browsed it quickly.

Dust wants to ask me to meet at 2:00 in the afternoon. Has he got the "Mind Reader" formula? Wouldn't it be that Hood Eugen was really crazy? Klein quickly put down the letter, looked up at Dunn and said:

"Captain, my informant, the 'audience', he wants to meet me at two o'clock in the afternoon."

Dunn seemed to have anticipated the general situation and asked:

"Did you reveal what happened?"

"No." Klein gave a negative answer.

"Don't let your guard down." Dunn said while thinking, "You go and call Leonard to change shifts, and I will accompany you to meet with you. In this case, the other party may be in danger, or this is a trap at all. , I'll be responsible for your safety."

Klein looked at Dunn's serious look, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, he nodded and replied:

"OK!"

At two o'clock in the afternoon, at Zoetland Street Shooting Club, Klein and Dunn stopped in the passage between Range 9 and Range 10.

Klein nodded to the captain and watched Dunn enter the No. 10 shooting range and closed the door. He also knocked on the No. 9 shooting range door, and then pushed the door and walked in.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw the madhouse doctor, Dust Guderian, who was constantly pacing in front of the bullet-scarred target.

"What happened?"

"This is not like an 'audience' style." Klein kept a distance of more than two meters from the other party, his tone slightly frivolous.

Dust stopped, looked directly at Klein, carefully observed his every move, and replied in a deep voice:

"Don't test me, officer, I'm not worthy of your guard."

Then he took a few quick breaths, adjusted himself back to the peculiar, alienated calmness of the 'audience', and said seriously:

"Hood Eugen has been completely abnormal recently."

Klein frowned, slightly relaxed his body's guard, and asked:

"What abnormal behavior does he have?"

"It's not normal, it's not normal..." Dust murmured a few words and said deliberately, "He no longer claims to be a descendant of the nobles of Intis."

"Isn't this normal?" Klein asked rhetorically, "Perhaps, it's just that he finds that he doesn't need to pretend to be crazy anymore, and can directly use his Beyonder ability to avoid suspicion."

Dust's tone became slightly excited, and immediately denied:

"No, he no longer claims to be a descendant of the nobles of Intis, because he seems to have lost his ability to think most of the time recently."

"He would communicate with me normally before, teach me how to use extraordinary abilities, and give me some help in my work, but recently, he seems to have lost the ability to think, not only not helping me, but also no longer paying attention to anyone. Day was plunged into grief and hysteria."

"Only a small part of the time, he will calm down, stay in the corner by himself, and stare at everyone coldly."

Speaking of this, Duster showed obvious fear and swallowed:

"He told me before that he is really a descendant of the nobles of Intis, but after a certain ancestor disappeared, their family was suppressed by the Sauron royal family at that time. After that, it became difficult. To his generation, I can only live a normal life."

"He was very serious when he said it to me, it didn't seem like he was pretending." Duster pushed down his gold-rimmed glasses that had slipped slightly, and he couldn't even control his tone, "Combining with his recent behavior, I think he is real. He has fallen into some kind of mental illness, and regards us as the culprit of all this, and he may kill us soon, and he nearly strangled a patient who provoked him yesterday!"

This is a big problem. For an Extraordinary with mental problems, he could lose control and turn into a monster at any time... In order to appease Dust, Klein calmed down his emotions and nodded lightly, acting like a Little things:

"You don't have to worry, we will send someone to observe Hood Eugen secretly, and of course we will protect your safety, but you must be vigilant at all times and not show any accidents."

Klein thought for a while, and then added:

"You can try to report this matter to the Psychology Alchemy Association and observe the reaction of the top of your organization."

"Okay." Dust exhaled slowly, took out a piece of paper from his pocket, and handed it to Klein, "This is the 'Mind Reader' formula, which I got from Hood Eugen. What I got, I don't know if it's correct, he's crazy after all."

"It's alright, we'll verify." Klein comforted the other party casually, then opened it and glanced at it casually.

After confirming the contents again, Klein folded the paper with the 'Mind Reader' formula and put it in his formal pocket.

Afterwards, Klein tested Dust's mastery of the potion, and after confirming that the other party no longer heard the "babble", he separated from the other party, pretended to leave, and hid himself in a hidden place at the door.

After confirming that the other party had left the shooting club, UU read www.uukanshu. Com Klein circled back to the passage where the No. 9 shooting range was located, and entered the No. 10 shooting range opposite.

He pushed open the door and saw Dunn sitting beside him, staring in the direction of the door.

As he handed the note in his formal pocket to Dunn who was getting up, he said:

"Captain, my informant provided a 'mind reader' formula, thanking me for helping him control the harassment of raving, and at the same time, he also made a request, hoping that we can protect him."

Dunn took the recipe, browsed the contents of the recipe, and asked in a low voice:

"What happened to him?"

Klein pondered and described Hood Eugen's matter in relatively concise language.

Dunn read the recipe, put it away, and nodded:

"It's really a serious matter, but we can't take action directly."

"I will first arrange personnel to monitor the suspected 'psychiatrist' Hood Eugen in turn. However, you have not received professional training. You will continue to be on duty at Chanis Gate to prepare for promotion."

Dunn smiled: "If you successfully pass the inspection, with this merit, you should be able to get the 'Joker' potion directly."

Klein also raised the corners of his mouth, instead of saying briskly:

"I look forward to it."

The two then left the shooting club together and walked back to the Blackthorn Security Company at 32 Zoetland Street.

When entering the door, when looking at the "Backlund Daily" in Roshan's hands, when looking at the news about the Pritzker's sinking of several pirate fleets, Klein thought to himself:

Hood and Eugen, Hood and Prinz Eugen, the mortal enemies of Germany and Britain on earth who love each other and kill each other, no wonder they are crazy...

Chapter end