Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me Chapter 148

"When will Derrick Berger be reviewed?"

Lovia looked at Colin's light blue eyes with faint hope.

After a long silence, Colin said softly:

"Not now, but I will arrange for someone to continue to observe him. In short, don't disclose this matter to others."

He didn't finish his words, but I both nodded tacitly, skipped this topic, and continued to walk down the tower.

In the dark convoluted corridor, Colin stared at Lovia's back, his eyes suddenly stained with a hint of dark yellow, and the complex symbols in his pupils flashed by.

Before returning to the City of Silver, Lovia deliberately found Colin, explained the peculiar aura she felt in Derrick, and suggested that the chief pay more attention to this "light praying man" who suddenly appeared.

Beneath the round tower of the City of Silver, Colin breathed in the coldness of the air, looking at the city wall bathed in darkness and lightning from afar. Suddenly silver and white streaked across, and he could vaguely see the tall and dilapidated city wall. A few wispy tufts of weeds move with the wind like...

Beneath the round tower, Colin's two-meter-five-high figure was extremely small in comparison with the building made of this huge stone. The color of gray and white linen was not even more conspicuous than the weeds on the city wall under the darkness of the sky.

Phew... Colin let out a long sigh and turned to look, a half-sized blond boy was standing inside the round tower door, looking like he had just come up from the ground.

"It seems to be going well, but I didn't expect this guy to fall down by himself." Daly, wearing a black and white plaid police uniform, walked away from another real police officer at West Velas Field, and stood at Auceptin from a distance. Klein downstairs raised his eyebrows.

"Perhaps this is God's punishment for the wicked." Klein did not answer the other party's words, but devoutly drew a triangular holy emblem on his chest.

Sherlock Moriarty is a devotee of the **** of steam and machinery, while Dunn Smith is a devout guardian of the goddess.

Even if Ms. Daly believed that the captain was resurrected from the dead, she would not believe that the captain would betray her beliefs in order to cover up her identity...

Speaking of which, do I count as three believers?

Klein paused for a moment. If the muscles on his face hadn't froze due to the negative effects, he would have evoked a sarcastic smile.

Klein Moriarty's original belief is the goddess of the night, and "world" is a believer of "mystery", and Sherlock Moriarty is a believer of the **** of steam and machinery.

This is really... Klein was afraid that he would not want to interact with Ms. Daly any more. He bowed his body with a polite smile, and walked straight to Mr. Auceptin, who was being surrounded by police.

"Oh, Detective Moriarty!"

Seeing Klein approaching, Neville Auceptin, who had gotten rid of the nightmare that had plagued him for more than a week, greeted him. Even the faint bloodshot in his eyes could not hide the joy from his heart.

With his uncharacteristic enthusiasm, he took the initiative to introduce to both sides:

"Sheriff Faxin, this is Detective Moriarty who subdued two gangsters by one person."

"Detective Moriarty, this is Sheriff Farsine from the Rice Precinct."

Sheriff Faxin, I know, my "acquaintance"... Klein was forced to face expressionlessly and nodded slightly.

"Hello, Mr. Sheriff."

The 30-year-old sheriff with deep facial features also did not have much expression, and nodded lightly, indicating that he had written down the name.

"Sir, there are few detectives I know who can take down two strong gangsters in a chance encounter."

He quickly glanced at Klein, and roughly scanned his figure.

Obviously, Sherlock Moriarty's height is not outstanding, and the muscles on his body are not of the type with obvious swelling.

"I'm just lucky, and I happen to know a few weaknesses of the human body."

Klein briefly explained the reason why he silently knocked out the two gangsters, and once again emphasized the element of luck.

"You are too modest, Mr. Auceptin told me that you found these two gangsters on the way to the bathroom," he quickly glanced at Neville Auceptin, who was speechless, and then said again. Turning his eyes back, he said, "To be honest, when I suddenly see two gangsters beside me, it's hard for even our police officers to keep their senses, not to mention a neat uniform."

"I'm curious, I've never heard of a detective like you?"

Of course you haven't heard of it. After all, I've only come to Backlund a few times, and I'm basically not a detective... Klein stuck his tongue out in his heart, and then moved out his "settings". .

"After all, I just came back from Lenburg, and I just chose to be a detective because I didn't have a suitable job recently."

"Yes, Detective Moriarty is a master of Lemburg University and an expert in this field." Seeing that he finally had a chance, Neville Auceptin, who had been watching the conversation between the two "professionals", suddenly said, Kindly helped Klein tell the concealed part.

After all, Loen's style is reserved. Many times, it is not convenient for some gentlemen to express their achievements, and they usually have well-meaning friends to do it for them.

Master from the University of Lemburg, specialist?

Sheriff Faxin, who was just curious at first, really paid attention and asked tentatively:

"Do you major in criminal investigation?"

I thank you... Klein glanced imperceptibly at Mr. Auceptin, who had a cunning gleam in his eyes, still showing a cold attitude.

"I am fortunate to have studied the content of criminal investigation."

"Then we may have opportunities to cooperate in the future." Sheriff Faxin gave Klein a meaningful look, and took out a simple business card from his pocket.

"Do you have a business card? I think this will make it easier to communicate."

Sheriff Faxin, who was about to leave, seemed to suddenly think of something and asked.

Business cards, I don't seem to have such things when I was still Zhou Mingrui... Klein suddenly remembered that there was also no standard contract, and he needed to draft a second-rate security company on the spot, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Sorry, I didn't bring it with me today."

Due to the enthusiasm of the sheriff, he finally could only draw out a pen and paper and write down his address on the spot.

Afterwards, Sheriff Faxin asked a few more questions, but Klein's calm answer bypassed the main point. Until the police officer who followed came to report, Sheriff Faxin had to lead the team away, and Klein Neither revealed any useful information.

"Just now was a good opportunity. I heard that the police station will be reformed recently, and a group of professional criminal investigators will be introduced."

Neville Auceptin stood beside Klein, watching the police station's carriage go away, meaning something.

But no matter how he hinted, Klein was just like a statue, standing in place and ignoring the other party's secret intentions.

It was not until the last talk about salary that Klein suddenly "restored" his hearing and cast his eyes.

"10 pounds, are you paying the price for the whole day?"

Neville Auceptin, who was well-dressed, tidied up his clothes and didn't care.

"You deserve it. You have subdued two robbers by yourself, not to mention that you are the only detective willing to accept my commission."

He briefly explained two sentences, and then continued:

"Actually, I'm afraid you won't be satisfied with the price."

Seeing Klein's raised eyebrows, Neville was overjoyed.

"After all, as an expert, you are still willing to help me at the risk of dealing with a few gunmen, I thought you would charge as much as those famous detectives."

If you hadn't told me about the possible future reforms of the police station, I would have believed it... Klein nodded politely, but he didn't mean to follow the other party down.

"I only take what I deserve. 'The greedy will be abandoned by the masses', this is the teaching of the gods."

After being gagged by Klein with the famous words in the Tome of the God of Steam and Machinery, Neville Auceptin could only give up his secret thoughts, but he still insisted on paying Klein the price of the whole day, and even sent Klein personally Get on the hire wagon.

In the night, the hired carriage with no decoration on the outer layer became smaller and smaller, and finally completely disappeared on the horizon. Neville Auceptin removed the expression on his face and walked back to the courtyard with a cold face. The shadow slowly rose, and a spirit body with only one leg returned to the spirit world.

On the streets of the North District, Dai Li, who had not had time to take off her police uniform, was dressed in crimson and walked alone on the empty streets.

She suddenly slowed down a little, and looked at her side with a sense of feeling~www.mtlnovel.com~ In the shadowy corner, the spirit body under her control struggled to get out, and the single leg under her stepped on it. Air, hopping.

"Thank you for your hard work." Dai Li, whose face was not as heavy as usual, smiled lightly, using the ability of the "necromancer" to quickly communicate with this spirit body.

That Charlotte Moriarty really had an item on her body that could attract spiritual bodies... Daly, who had "listened" to the report of the one-legged spiritual body, nodded lightly and was not surprised by the news.

Although after a short period of observation, she no longer believed that Charlotte Moriarty might be a mysterious person, but she still classified him as a wild Beyonder in her heart.

As the Sheriff Faxin said, it may be difficult for ordinary people to be trained to bring down two strong men in a chance encounter, but for Extraordinary, this is not difficult.

However, she did not plan to report the suspicion of Sherlock Moriarty to the church. She had always been moderate in her views on wild Beyonders.

"But this feeling of giving people a little hope and quick denial is really like doing foreplay and then getting dressed..."

On the street with only scattered lights, Daly was still alone, and the only people who could accompany her were a few crows that happened to be parked on a gas lamp.

The figure of the policewoman gradually dissolved into the darkness, and the crow with blood-red eyes was still standing on the thin gas light pole.

It stared at the darkness in the distance, looking in a different direction from time to time, as if looking for something.

呲呲... The gas lamp that was not bright at all suddenly flickered, and the crow standing on the top took off suddenly and flew towards the direction of the Backlund clock tower.

He "smells" that there is still freshness there.

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