Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me Chapter 6

When Dunn heard Klein's words, he nodded slightly and asked in a low voice:

"Is there any extraordinary event?"

Klein looked at the serious Dunn Smith and suddenly smiled:

"No, there is nothing extraordinary, it's just that I figured out one thing yesterday."

Dunn was stunned for a while, put down the clothes in his hand, leaned back slightly against the back of the chair, and relaxed slightly.

"What's the matter?" He repeated the question just now.

Klein found a chair at random and sat down, deliberately making his movements look more casual.

"Actually, I went to see Dr. Duster at the madhouse yesterday, the 'audience' of the Psychology Alchemy Society," Klein recalled the belly draft he had thought of before.

"When he was reporting to me, he mentioned a Beyonder disguised as a patient in the madhouse. Well, he was a 'psychiatrist'."

"The 'psychiatrist' was recently trying to treat the patients in the insane asylum, and the potion was digested to a certain extent. Moreover, according to that person's suggestion, Dr. Duster also mastered the 'audience' potion in a relatively short period of time. ."

"I also summed up my own experience at home yesterday. I think that we can use the name of the potion to 'play', which seems to speed up the speed at which we can control the potion."

"It's like we're trying to master a newly mastered skill, and we can only master this skill better if we keep practicing."

"However, 'acting' is not just a mechanical exercise of extraordinary abilities. I think there is also a hidden rule that can avoid negative effects. This rule can help us better understand the sequence we are in, and recognize our current situation. Achieving 'digestion', not just mechanical mastery."

"I myself summed up the 'Fortuneteller's Code' during the fortune-telling club, and shortly after that, the ravings and hallucinations that plagued me also disappeared."

"If it's just mechanical mastery instead of 'digestion', then it's very likely to become lost in the influence of potions like that 'psychiatrist'..."

Before Klein could finish speaking, Dunn raised his head, which had been half-bowed because he listened carefully:

"Is there something wrong with that 'psychiatrist'?"

Klein twitched the corners of his mouth, almost covering his face with his hands... Captain, isn't the point of "acting"?

He exhaled and smiled:

"Dr. Duster has been observing him for a while. He was just too obsessed with treating those patients, which affected his thinking. I think since he still has the energy to imitate some 'Intis customs', he should not question."

Hearing this, Dunn nodded, but he didn't say anything about the "Intis Customs", he just lowered his head again, sat in the chair and meditated quietly, his gray eyes became deeper.

He was silent for more than ten seconds, and in a rare case, he completely relaxed his body, leaned back in the chair, raised his head, stared blankly at the ceiling, and seemed to have forgotten Klein's existence.

After a long time, he came back to his senses and remembered Klein's existence.

Dunn rubbed his brows, as if he had forgotten the internal rules of the Nighthawks. He took out a match, lit his pipe, took a breath, and said in a somber tone:

"I'm sorry, but I forgot that you don't smoke. I think things are a little lost."

"Smoking is bad for your health," Klein replied solemnly.

Dunn held his pipe, stared at the letter on the table, and thought for a while:

"I seem to have figured out some things too."

"Daly said something similar before, but I didn't understand it at the time. I just practiced my extraordinary abilities as usual."

"Daly was promoted and left shortly after that." Dunn took a deep breath of his pipe, highlighted the mint-flavored smoke, and joked in a complicated tone:

"Perhaps, it doesn't take long for you to submit a special application and be promoted to Sequence Eight."

Klein didn't know the atmosphere and asked the captain when he could submit it. He just took out his pocket watch and looked at it. On the pretext of going to Old Neil to learn about the mysticism, he turned around and left the office, leaving the time to himself. team leader.

Xia Lu Tamara Treville panted low, and half leaned against a wall of the sewer in the Western District of Backlund.

All around her was a ceremonial pattern made up of broken limbs of people of all ages, and the air was filled with a peculiar scent of **** and enticing scents.

Irregularly shaped, dense and light white mist wrapped around her body, moving one by one, like the lungs of a giant beast when it was breathing.

On her neck, the blue-purple gemstone lying impartially between the collarbones reflected the faint light, and the silver chain connected with the gemstones had also melted, and together with the blue-purple gemstone, it was branded into the girl's snow-white, silky ground. in the skin.

Xia Lu kept scratching her body, and light red marks continued to grow on her body. With the broken and messy clothes, she showed an indescribable sense of charm.

She stretched her slender, white neck, her eyes were tightly closed, her face was flushed unnaturally, and her breathing rate gradually synchronized with the surrounding white mist that seemed to be breathing.

At this moment, the broken bodies scattered around suddenly ignited black flames, which decomposed into countless scarlet light spots.

The blue-purple gemstone between Xia Lu's collarbone also suddenly burst into a huge light, which suddenly broke her body into pieces, but under the shackles of the white mist, it didn't burst into blood and splashed all over the floor.

The white mist that was shrinking and squirming irregularly suddenly shrank, and the countless light spots floating around were thrown into the white mist, connecting with each other. With the blue-purple gem as the core, it turned into a mass of flesh scattered around. The blood-colored chains pulled the blood clot back little by little, and re-condensed into the appearance of Xia Lu Tamara Treville.

Xia Lu, who has re-consolidated her figure, is no longer surrounded by white mist, but has a white dress woven with plain yarn on her body, and a blue-purple one is also branded on her collarbone, mixed with a long sword, a crown, and a snake head. , doors and many other symbols of the elements.

Just as he took a step forward, he suddenly knelt to the ground due to weakness in his limbs. When he looked back, he found that his legs had collapsed into strange worms with snake heads that seemed to be cast from stars.

He tumbled on the ground in pain, wisps of "smoke" composed of spirituality were squeezed out of him and scattered into the air, and a beautiful, pure girl's face could be vaguely seen, crying bitterly.

After the "smoke" completely dissipated, "Xia Lu"'s limbs had returned to their original state, and she got up from the ground.

He turned his head to look at the wall of the sewer behind him, his line of sight seemed to penetrate the barrier, and then he looked at what was hidden behind it.

"Roussell's little toy...'mother's nest' is really bad fun." He smiled lightly, his figure flickered, and quietly disappeared in place.

Klein just got off the carriage, and under the guidance of the house number, he came to the door of Azik's house.

"Sure enough, no matter what era or world you are in, a university lecturer is a decent enough profession." Klein looked at the decoration of Azik's house and thought to himself.

when! when! when!

Klein gently pulled the rope at the door and rang the bell in the house.

After more than ten seconds, a gentleman with bronze skin, black hair and brown eyes, soft facial features, and a face with obvious Balam characteristics, Azik Eggers, a professor of history at Horn University, opened the door.

Since he was at home, Mr. Azik just casually wore a white shirt, brown vest and brown trousers.

"Klein, I was just about to write you a letter saying that I have returned home." Azik said in surprise, filled with obvious enthusiasm.

Klein took a deep look at the small black mole under Mr. Azik's right ear, and said in a calm tone:

"Mr. Azik, I think I have found a clue about your past."

"Really." Azik's calm and soft face rarely fluctuated, and his eyes that contained the vicissitudes of life lost their indifference. He glanced outside the door and said hurriedly:

"Let's go in and talk."

Azik stepped aside, led Klein into the living room on the first floor, and greeted Klein to sit on the soft sofa together.

"What did you find?" he asked impatiently.

Klein originally thought that he was just leaving a note today, so he could only think while organizing his words and said:

"I accepted a commission before to deal with a grievance in an ancient castle outside the town of Ramd."

When Azik heard this place name, he seemed to recall something, and frowned a little:

"What kind of old castle did you solve for that resentful spirit?"

"Is it the one in Baron Ramd's domain?"

Klein looked at the other party's expression. After hearing this sudden question, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com had a bad premonition.

I won't kill the "people" that the "big guy" knows... Klein guessed in horror, and gradually slowed down his speech:

"Uh, in a small town, a villager sold me one. It is said that it was a portrait of the first Baron Ramd."

"I found that the person on the portrait was very similar to you, so I went to the castle to look for more clues. During the exploration, I accidentally bumped into the resentful spirit wandering there. In order to protect myself, I purified him. ."

After hearing this, Azik frowned even more. Suddenly, some voices sounded in his mind as if from afar, stabbing his thoughts like sharp needles. Those voices were calling him, Dad, Sir, Your Excellency...

He couldn't help leaning forward, his fingers crossed in front of his nose, like a statue, he was silent for a long time before he said:

"Then, maybe it's someone I once knew."

"Although I don't know why he became a resentful spirit, it is a good thing to be able to be purified and free from pain."

"Klein, can you take me there?"

Sure enough, it was someone Mr. Azik knew... Klein saw that the "big guy" didn't take anger at him, and replied:

"Yes, but I need to go home now, otherwise my brother and sister will worry about me."

Azik stood up with a swipe, "No problem."

The two immediately took the carriage to Daffodil Street. After Klein briefly explained to Melissa, they sat in the hired carriage with Azik and spent nearly three hours arriving at Ramd Town at night.

Chapter end