Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me Chapter 53

The sudden awakening of consciousness made Klein instantly realize that he was in a dream, and immediately followed his normal dreaming reaction, and greeted Dunn slowly:

"Good evening, Captain."

Dunn nodded lightly:

"Leonard just found a place that might be a breakthrough point while chasing the clues left by Lanvus, and needs your help."

"He needs the help of auxiliary personnel. The steam train that the 'peeping man' appointed by the church is on today may not arrive until tomorrow morning due to a malfunction."

Because the failure of steam locomotives was relatively normal in this era, Klein didn't think much about it, just replied in a erratic tone:

"OK......"

Dunn, who was standing in Klein's bedroom, looked down at the road outside the window, thought about it, and added:

"You can just go directly to No. 62 in the Howles block. You don't have to go back to Zoetland Street. It's faster. Leonard will be waiting for you there."

"I'm sorry for making you work overtime."

Actually, it's not that troublesome... Klein, who was still lying on the bed, rubbed his eyes, squinted and sat up, putting on his clothes slowly despite his exhaustion.

"Halls block, this is the first time. Welch's murder, I killed the cultist of the Aurora Society, and the Divination Plus Club that ran into the Triss and Lanerwus case before, why are they all together? ..." Klein tidied up the folds on his coat and muttered.

He walked all the way downstairs with his slippers on, went into the dining room to get a few slices of bread, and instructed Bella, the maid who came over from the living room, that he didn't need to reserve a meal for himself at noon.

Then, he took the carriage at the intersection and arrived at the Howles block. He looked around the surrounding environment, and finally, not too far from the public carriage, he saw Lun, who was standing in front of House 62, with one hand in his pocket. Nader.

He was reading a book of poems whose title could not be read clearly. In the colder air, he was only wearing a thin white shirt and beige straight trousers, which were also light-colored, and let the breeze disturb him. The hair that is not neat, creates a strange messy beauty.

Under the prompting of spiritual intuition, he raised his head and saw Klein who was walking towards him. He swept his green eyes, closed the poetry collection in his hand, and pointed it at the nameplate of House No. 62 in front of him, his chin slightly raised.

"This is probably the house that Lanvus once rented under a pseudonym."

"How did you find out?" Klein followed his arm, took a closer look at the exterior of the house, and asked curiously.

Leonard glanced at Klein, who was beside him with a serious expression, and pointed to his head.

"It's logic and reasoning, of course."

"The information you and the captain got from Hood Eugen earlier pointed to the Aurora Society. How could I not pay attention to the clues in this regard, especially the ones I encountered recently."

Recently met? Klein thought back with a little doubt, and then the vague memory gradually came to his mind.

"Sirius Apiris? You investigated him?"

"That's right, after investigation, I found that Sirius often came back to the Howles block, so I made a lot of portraits of him and Lanvus, and asked the residents of the Howles block one by one, and finally at No. 62 I got an accurate answer from an old gentleman next door." Leonard's right hand holding the book of poetry hung down to his side and raised his eyebrows, "He said that the resident of No. 62 looked a lot like Lanvus, and Not long ago, I went to the Southern Continent and said that if I wanted to do business."

"Oh, right after the death of Hynes Vincent."

It all sounds like a coincidence... Klein frowned, glanced at No. 62, which was the same as the house next to him, and entered the house with Leonard who had opened the door.

He looked at the luxurious but slightly outdated decorations in the room, and asked Leonard, who was standing in the center of the living room:

"Where is the clue you said?"

Leonard spread his hands, shook his head and said:

"I searched here and there, but I didn't find anything useful, so I came to you."

"My ability in this respect is not as good as yours." Klein replied subconsciously.

Leonard, who was playing with a toothpick box on the table, didn't raise his head, and said in a reasonable tone:

"But you can do divination. You can do divination to see if there are hidden secret compartments or secret rooms here."

Do you think this is a mystery novel? Klein sneered at Leonard, took off the citrine pendant in his hand, and started divination with familiarity.

He looked at the citrine that he used his spiritual body after the summoning to move back to reality while he was resting, and found that it really defied the restraint of gravity after the divination, raised it stubbornly, and pointed to the crystal in the house. study.

Klein hurriedly followed the direction pointed by the citrine pendant, and walked quickly into the study room in house 62. Leonard, who was playing with the toothpick box, also stopped his movements, stepped on Klein's shadow, and walked in together. the study.

Klein raised the citrine in his right hand high, and kept moving to the right from the left side of the bookshelf.

Finally, after Klein tried most of the bookshelf, the citrine at the end of the long silver chain stopped moving and pointed to a book.

Without waiting for Klein's orders, Leonard, who had been watching, immediately touched the book, first pressed it, and when he found that there was no response, he immediately pulled it out of the bookshelf.

Wow!

As the weight of the book disappeared, the surface of the wood behind the book suddenly opened, revealing a small dark compartment.

Leonard groped inside for a while, and finally found the so-called clue. Pressing it with his palm, he dragged out a thin envelope.

letter? Lan Erwusi put so much effort into hiding only a letter.

Under Klein's urging, Leonard did not care about admiring the complicated patterns on the envelope's surface, and rudely tore the seal.

Leonard moved his fingers a few times, and only one page of the letter was folded and opened, and the text on it was damp and not very clear.

Klein approached the past, stood on tiptoe, and watched intently.

"Congratulations, you finally found the clue I left on purpose."

"This shows that you are not too stupid, your brains are still saved, and you are qualified to play an exciting life-and-death game with me."

"As official lackeys, you should be very aware of how many hidden dangers have not yet erupted in this land."

"Child laborers who died at an early age, third-generation factory workers reported by the media, and female workers who have been ruthlessly deprived of their living positions recently, these resentments suppressed by the factories, these negative emotions, this is the best breeding ground for the evil spirits to come. And all of this, this is all that you sacrificed your life to protect."

"Your guardianship is just maintaining the fixed social status quo of the ruling class, but maintaining this worst era."

"Of course, for me, this is also the best era and my best chance."

"All the official Beyonders, are you ready for this life-and-death game?"

"Crazy man!" Leonard, who had never been serious in the past, had a pale face at this time, and his eyes had never been more serious.

Why did he react so much? Klein glanced at Leonard strangely, and then paid attention to the clues Lanrwust deliberately left under the letter.

Through the words on the letter, Klein could almost imagine how complacent he was when he wrote this letter. This is a complete sociopath, a lunatic.

"I don't know if it's gentlemen or ladies, you're going to be dealing with an unprecedented bomb, an ever-expanding bomb, and I'm sure some of you have been inspired by Hood Eugen before to think of the bomb, It's really not easy."

"But there are many kinds of bombs. This one is strange enough. It's still moving. If you can't find it, there may not be one of the 100,000 people in Tingen. Trust me, about this kind of As good as art is, I tend not to have any deceptions."

"Finally, I wish you a happy game!"

"Your loyal Lanvus..." Leonard read the last sentence on the letter without hesitation, pointed it at the sun a few times, and put it in the envelope.

"This shouldn't be referring to a real bomb. Captain and I have reported it to the church before." Klein frowned and said to Klein thoughtfully, "MI9 has thoroughly investigated all recent arms sales, and there is no A deal points to Tingen."

Leonard, who had just turned his head to the side, nodded in agreement, his mouth that was about to say something suddenly froze, his expression quickly became solemn, and he continued what he didn't say:

"Lan Erwus specifically pointed to the arrival of the evil god. This should be a bomb in the sense of mysticism, a bomb that relied on negative emotions to multiply."

"But Tingen has not had any related evil ritual events recently. The only incident is Mrs. Sharon ~www.mtlnovel.com~ Klein's search-related memory, which we have already solved, refuting Leonard's opinion.

This is what he and captain Dunn Smith confirmed.

"Perhaps, maybe that ritual is not a simple killing, it is just a special container, a container that can absorb the negative emotions of human beings?" Leonard shifted his direction and proposed a new hypothesis.

Container... Klein remembered the ghost of the female worker he had dealt with before, and his face turned pale.

If it is said that a single female worker can fix his spirit under the influence of negative emotions, how big can this potential danger be gathered with the help of a special container?

"I think we need to report to the captain as soon as possible." Klein became tense and said seriously to Leonard.

The green-eyed night watchman with poetic breath did not hesitate, immediately took the envelope in his hand, and strode out of the house.

Klein followed each other's footsteps closely, and got into a taxi that just stopped together without hesitation.

On the bumpy carriage, Klein, who was looking out the window, suddenly had a flash of light in his mind.

He turned to look at Leonard, who had been tilting his head, and asked tentatively:

"You said, if Lanvus wants to make a movable container, why would he go to Hood Eugen, who can't leave the madhouse and is better at the realm of the mind?"

Leonard, whose thinking was interrupted, responded casually:

"It may be to hide his whereabouts. After all, Lanvus can't make a container that must be very complicated by himself. This is not the specialty of a 'swindler'..."

Suddenly, the two people in the carriage looked at each other at the same time, and a very crazy idea flashed in their minds.

Chapter end