Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me Chapter 227

Peace of mind, Backlund, Wednesday.

Feeling the facial muscles that were gradually stiffening due to the side effects of the human skin mask, Klein made a few exaggerated expressions in the mirror. Looking at the new look after some adjustments, he thought about it carefully, but he still didn't bring Sherlock on. Moriarty's iconic acetate glasses instead took a mask and put it on his face.

Alas, I don't know if Jakes and the gangsters from the pier will still be staying near the Brave Bar. Anyway, it's always right to be cautious... After finishing the final disguise, Klein dressed as a worker opened the door. He turned on the lamp in the bedroom on the second floor, tightened the curtains, and created the illusion that Detective Moriarty was still studying the eucalyptus at home, while he turned out the back window of No. 17 Minsk.

Feeling the restraint of gravity, Klein tightened his feet before landing, and under the "Joker"'s strong control of his body balance, he gently landed on the soft lawn without making any sound.

The half-worn leather shoes were slightly dipped in the mud, and he looked at the mud spots all over the soles with distress. Under the cover of the illusion, Klein walked all the way to the nearest public bus stop. After confirming that no one was there, he relaxed a little. Leaning on the wooden pole of the stop sign, the corners of his mouth under the all-black mask twitched.

"I have to look like a thief every time I go out of the house..."

I also made a certain disguise when I ambushed "Wraith" Steve last time. Even Jakes should not know the whole story. At most, I know that Miss Sharon and the others may have a mid-sequence helper. Why should I? so be careful.

Even though he thought so, Klein checked his disguise again, his five senses kept alert, and the patrolling line of sight gradually passed over Minsk Street, where only gentle lights illuminated the window frame, and finally stopped at the dark No. 15. .

Seeing that the public carriage was still in shadow, he hesitated for a moment, then silently turned on his spiritual vision, and looked at House 15, which had been particularly deserted recently.

Louis Yinwensi seems to be rarely at home recently...

Although Klein basically ran around the ground in Backlund, considering that his house on Minsk Street was prepared by the mysterious Prince Edsack, he didn't even dare to have too much communication with the nearby neighbors. Because of his own reasons, innocent people other than extraordinary are implicated, so that on this street, he seems more out of place and impersonal than Louis Yinwensi, who came from a big family.

But in the past few days, due to the existence of Jakes, Klein has stopped a lot. Today, he stayed at home for a whole morning, all relying on the study of the occult knowledge in "The Book of Karaman" to pass the time, almost enough time Do not leave home.

It seems that when I went to the newspaper this morning, the house on No. 15 in Minsk was empty. Louis Yinwensi received another difficult case, and he didn't come home for a day...

It was not a quiet night. The rattling noise of the public carriages was getting closer and closer. Finally, he glanced at the single-family house immersed in the darkness. Klein coughed lightly and turned to look at the carriage with the gas lamp hanging from the front. stretched out his right hand.

"This is already the fourth new case of 'The Ripper'." Carl, who had dark circles in his eyes, vigorously read the report in his hand, and passed it to Dunn, who was analyzing the material and kept silent. .

The "Dream Demon" who had just checked the dreams of the residents near the scene quietly opened his eyes, swept through his dark red eyes in disguise, and took over the report that still smelled of ink.

The rustling of the pages turning over was particularly evident in the room, and Dunn, who was reading, frowned.

"This time the victim...the deceased was a 'devil'?"

He looked at the obvious "demonic" feature on the attached photo of the report and the label of "Serial Killer" of Sequence Seven next to him, and changed his name rigorously.

"It's really strange, and after identification, it was also a 'devil' who caused the wounds on the deceased. It can basically rule out the possibility of attacking Beyonders and being counter-killed."

Carl, who persisted in staying up all day and night, swept over the cigarette that Dunn had just lit, style="display:inline-block;widtdisplay:inline-block;wdatad-client="cpub-12datad4185134""dat ad-region="cont_mid"datad-slot="6246767822"datad-(adsbygoogle=w[]).push({}); There was a trace of envy in his eyes.

He is not an Extraordinary of the "Insomniac" pathway, nor does he have the habit of smoking, so he cannot stay full of energy after working all night.

Soft cotton smoke rose slowly, and Dunn tapped on the report.

"This time it's also the Backlund Bridge area."

"Is there a problem?" Carl asked suspiciously.

Breathing the smoke out of his mouth, Dunn took out a notebook and turned to the folded pages.

"The first and second incidents were near the 'Bell of Order', while the third and fourth incidents occurred less than an hour apart, and they were also in the Backlund Bridge area."

He looked at his record and took another breath.

Considering the common problem of "Dream Demon" in the field of memory, Dunn has recently developed the habit of organizing important details into notes.

To be honest, he has recently had the urge to have a showdown with Sherlock Moriarty and ask him if he is his former colleague, Clyne Moriarty.

If he is really Klein, um, the "diver's" memory is generally very good... Missing himself as the captain, Dunn, who was assisted in organizing the eucalyptus time, nodded.

When this case is over, I will try to ask His Royal Highness Edmund.

"Although it may be a coincidence that the eucalyptus sites of these four incidents all went to the Backlund Bridge, the victims of these eucalyptus cases are all people who have connections to the gang, or are members of the gang themselves."

"You mean, this 'serial killer' is also a gang member?" Carl felt that Dunn's analysis made sense, but his experience told him that a 'serial killer' was unlikely to have an obvious connection to the gang.

"Just guessing." Dunn shook his head.

"The time interval between the third and fourth cases is too short, even with the full support of the Siviras Field, in Backlund with a large population, it is difficult to find out the truth of this 'serial killer' in a short period of time. identity.

He stared at the sketch of the deceased's face in the photo attached to the report, his brows furrowed, and just as he was about to continue the discussion, he saw an ordinary policeman guarding the cordon take advantage of the gap between the two of them to hurriedly send another report. , but this report is only a thin one.

Carl took the paper, and before he could thank him, he was shocked by the content on it.

"The fifth one?"

"No," the exhaustion in Carl's eyes was swept away, and he looked at Dunn who was reading worriedly, not even realizing that his hands were clenched into fists.

"The identity of the 'serial killer' has been confirmed. He is indeed related to the gang, but he is just one of the supporters behind it."

Dunn's face became gloomy after seeing the contents of the report, and Carl, who only felt his tongue dry out, continued:

"The church found sacrificial objects related to the 'blood worship' belief in his home, and his basement is a simplified version of Jason Beria's home."

"He, he is a member of another 'devil' family, the Umbrellad family, and the liaison of the 'Blood Worship' in Backlund."

Backlund Bridge District, in a house near the fourth incident of the new "Ripper" eucalyptus.

Fabti, who was standing in front of the window, looked down at the Backlund police who were hurriedly blocking the road and setting up the cordon, and the members of the Heart of Mechanics who were wearing black trench coats and mixed in and out of the police team.

The astonishingly large black giant dog snuggled at her feet, and the ferocious-looking giant dog carefully put away its fangs and claws, and in front of this "abyss monarch", it was like a real pet.

As a Mechanicheart captain with messy hair and a mirror in both hands walked out of sight, Fabti silently took his eyes away, turned to look behind him, and looked at the young woman whose eyes were dull and whose intelligence was replaced by blood red. , the corner of his mouth evoked a sneer.

A black hair hangs down at the waist, and the neutral black formal suit matches the woman's slightly heroic face, creating a typical cold-faced image.

This "Blood Worship" was placed in another "Apostle of Desire" in Backlund. The original plan was to cooperate with Jason Beria to assassinate Duke Negan and help him get out of the woman completely. Lost self-awareness.

When she faced Fabuti, her emotions were shaken, and fear flowed out of the rational gap, she had become a puppet of Fabuti.

Unlike the "devils" who focus on cursing and destroying the enemy's reason and detonating their minds, after being promoted to "babblers", high-ranking "devils" can easily control the part that curses and destroys the enemy's mind, and in the face of beings below their own level At the same time, it can easily bypass the opponent's psychological defense line, detonate the opponent's greatest fear from the inside, defeat the enemy's spirit, create a new puppet personality, and cover the original will.

According to the plan of the unspeakable creator, the weak human duke must be killed by worldly forces, at least under the control of demigods, disguised as common political murder, not the direct will of the high-order ones.

Only in this way will it be easy to provoke the current fragile balance of interests among human nations, whether internal or external... Fabti chuckled sarcastically.

In the eyes of this ancient **** who has gone through the battle of the creator and the four emperors, and escaped from the "Mother Tree of Desire" by chance, abandoned the uniqueness and sequence-one characteristics, and escaped from the avatar Jinchan created by the authority of the "Duke of Blood". In front of the real "devil", it is both contrived and childish.

"But before you can achieve your goal, you have to cover it with a fig leaf. Maybe this is what they always say about human nature?" Fabti shook his head indifferently, and stood in front of her like a statue." "Apostle of Desire" suddenly regained his agility, swept away the two children covered in blood red, with a formulaic smile on his stern face, picked up the human skin disguise that was originally used to disguise Jason Beria and confuse the official Extraordinary audition, Step out.

The ferocious giant dog nestled at the owner's feet ignored all of this, and a trace of disgust flashed in the vertical boy who still had a large part of the animalistic nature.

"Are you jealous of a puppet?" Fabti raised the dog at his feet, not paying attention.

The grim face tried hard to squeeze out a trace of innocence. The big dog was not yet very proficient in using the Loen language to justify himself, but Fabti, who felt boring, shook his head, and the dangerous breath around his body interrupted the movement of the beast at his feet. .

"The First Cause of All Realms"

The "Apostle of Desire" had just been promoted, and in her opinion, if it was only about destructive power, it was not even as good as the new pet she had promoted.

I have only entered the "abyss" for more than two thousand years, and the "devils" have already been reduced to this level?

The ancient **** took a slow step and sat on the only chair in the room. He didn't know where to look from his sloppy eyes. The flesh in his palm wriggled, and he spat out a "jewel" wrapped in black gas.

Although she has been acting well for the plans of those two existences, there is one thing she still doesn't quite understand.

Why does "mystery" allow itself to have a "devil" characteristic?

Iron Gate Street, outside the Brave Bar.

The burly man was still at the entrance of the bar, watching the workers and homeless people coming and going, no different from usual. For a moment, Klein really felt that Jakes and the gangster on the dock had given up their surveillance of the place.

However, he still didn't dare to bet on this possibility, and he didn't even enter the bar. He just pretended to pass by and turned around, and then he hurriedly bypassed the main entrance of the bar, and went from another alley to the street behind the Brave Bar.

Klein, dressed as a worker, took out the uncharacteristic iron mask from his arms, completely covering his disguised face, and knocked on a house with no lights.

A vigilant gaze came from behind the door, following the cat's eye on the door, the waiter who confirmed the identity of the visitor opened the door for Klein, handed him a robe, and let Klein pass through the crowded entrance and walked in. living room.

The dim candles were lit in a row, and the old gentleman "Eye of Wisdom" had been waiting here early. uukanshu. com found that "Pharmacist", "Craftsman" agent Ms. and several other familiar wild Beyonders were already sitting in their respective positions, waiting for the official start of the party.

He smiled silently, pretending to be a newcomer, and struttingly sitting in the front position.

To perfect the disguise, he doesn't even carry a chain-blade cane today, only a "stand-in" and an "attachment revolver."

In the dimly lit living room, the wall clock hung on the wall slowly moved across the dial. When the minute hand pointed to the hour, the Eye of Wisdom sitting in the center finally clapped his hands and said in a disguised old voice:

"It seems that some friends should not come, and today's party starts."

As soon as the old gentleman's voice fell, the fat pharmacist with obvious physique and no need for disguise raised his hand.

"Any of you know the recipe for 'Beast Tamer', or any clues about it?"

He looked around impatiently, and after shaking for a second or two, he found that no one made a sound, or even paid attention.

"Well, I just know that if anyone happens to come across this recipe, I hope to pay attention."

"Beast Tamer", this is the Sequence Eight after "Pharmacist"?

After taking it to Fat Apothecary and giving up waiting completely, Klein cast his gaze imperceptibly.

I do know where to get it, but that guy Emlyn shouldn't give it to me for free. At most, for the sake of saving him, he will give me a discount.

He calculated the price difference that he could earn as a middleman, and decided to stop by the Harvest Church after the party to see it. The digestion of the Sequence Seven potion was imminent, and he also changed his mind about promotion.

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Exams drained me...

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