Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me Chapter 91

"A fool who does not belong to this era."

Gray mist gushed out from the flames of the ritual candles engraved with mysterious patterns, and the slender cardboard box placed in the center of the simple altar suddenly flew up and was introduced into the closing illusory door.

The heavy door with many symbols closed and disappeared, and Klein, who hid himself in the corner, also walked out slowly, stepped over the altar, washed his hands in the pool in front, and brought it to finish all this before gathering the items. Go out of the bathroom where the ceremony is being held.

Although it has been confirmed through the "substitute" that no one is monitoring his apartment, when he thinks of Mr. Agron's emphasis on moving again, he feels guilty for a while, and always feels that someone is secretly peeping, so he put the ceremony in a closed place. In the bathroom.

Minsk Street, this should be in the Chorwood district. It is indeed much safer than the place where I live now, and it is more suitable for the identity of a detective... Klein read the letter handed over by Mr. Agron just now. I felt a sigh of relief at the new residence arranged by Prince Edsack.

It's really cool to live in a house that doesn't have to pay rent, but it also means that he will completely enter the field of view of Prince Edsaco. Although the general occult experiments can still be prepared, everything about the Tarot Club, or about his own desires. There is an "unknown" scene of a sacrifice ceremony. Once the prince finds out, he will only be tortured by the "interrogator" of MI9.

Of course, I prefer to submit me directly to the Nighthawks based on my beliefs... Klein made a joke indifferently, carefully stuffed the envelope in his hand, and threw it into the burning fireplace.

Seeing that the envelope without any decoration on the outside was gradually being swallowed up by the flames, he took off the gold wire glasses on the bridge of his nose and rubbed them.

If the previous guess is correct, there should also be a certain connection between the "mystery" and the goddess, otherwise it is impossible for me to be examined by Ms. Fran without being discovered by the goddess, but at that time I directly saw the projection of the kingdom of heaven!

If his identity is really revealed, or he takes the initiative to surrender himself to the Church of the Goddess, it is also a good choice... Klein, who raised his left eyebrows high, sighed for a while, kneading his stiff cheeks, his body completely fell into not too soft among the single sofa.

I don't know where to find Mr. A's party... "The world" is the favored one of "mystery", how could it be possible to not even know such a thing, and ask the new party members?

In the famous bounty hunter bar in the East District, although it was only early in the morning, most of the young bounty hunters piled up here early, holding breadsticks that were barely breakfast, and struggling to read the wall while coping. The orders posted on the .

It was early in the morning, but the smell of malt liquor was already strong and choking. The cold and humid late autumn in Backlund forced many people to use the intensity of alcohol to keep warm.

It's cheaper than getting a stove in the Eastside.

boom!

A petite figure pushed open the door of the bar mercilessly. It seemed that there was no strength. The wooden door that was not too wide swayed and creaked, and the sound of hitting the wall attracted the attention of most people.

A young lady wearing a pale yellow knight uniform with short messy blond hair looked around, like some naive little girl broke into the adults' place.

But he usually speaks vulgarly and doesn't care about many bounty hunters and regular customers. At this time, he turned his head abruptly as if he had seen a lion, and buried himself in his arms like ostriches, carefully swallowing his own breakfast. .

Hugh, who made a name for himself in the East District, ignored these **** who drank in the morning. He sniffed when he was not used to it, took a few steps and jumped onto the high stool at the bar.

"Is there anyone with a cleaner identity?" She threw a few pennies at random, but didn't say what wine she wanted.

The bartender, who didn't seem to wake up, subconsciously brought out a glass of wine to deal with the other party.

Suddenly, he felt a chill in his neck, looked forward with sleepy eyes, and was suddenly woken up.

In the other seats in between, the not-so-obvious bounty hunters who peeked at the situation here all looked terrified, with a hint of threat in their eyes.

The frightened bartender instantly sobered up and turned his head to look beside him, with a suspicious expression on his face.

With a dry smile, he pushed the poured wine back under the bar, and asked reluctantly:

"Which identity is relatively clean, I need to know how clean it is."

So clean that he is a devout believer, who can convince the church that there are evil Beyonders trying to infiltrate the power of the gods... Xio half-opened his lips, and he didn't know how to describe it for a while.

"Hey, what's the matter, it's so difficult, shouldn't this kind of thing come to me?" A not-so-tall man squeezed over from the side, paying no attention to the bartender's face.

He looked curiously at the indifferent bartender and Xio who was thinking, and said:

"I don't necessarily know anyone with a clean identity, but I should be able to find them all."

Some tangled Xiu scratched his frizzy blonde hair, and lowered his voice:

"Clean enough to report a cult to the church, Williams, do you know someone like that?"

Of course, Xio herself is such a person, but the secret behind her does not allow her to put herself under the sight of the church.

The young man called Williams was a little surprised. He took the wine from the bartender and took a sip before saying:

"That sounds like a big deal."

As he spoke, he whistled as if he had remembered something funny.

"Well, I can't guarantee that such a person will be found, but you can try and report it to the church through other channels."

As a well-known source on the East Side, he didn't know much about what kind of cult he was, and went to great lengths to report what he was doing.

Xio thought for a while and rejected the proposal.

"I don't like the way the Lord of Storms Church handles it. The Punisher will check everyone related to the matter by the way."

Some gangsters in the Eastern District have a certain connection with the punishers and are under their surveillance.

Williams, who believed in the Lord of the Storm himself, did not refute, but nodded in agreement, and immediately felt a little difficult, and couldn't help rubbing his temples.

"Then tell me, I'm only responsible for finding someone for you, and then collecting the money. I've had nothing to do for two days."

With his feet hanging in the air, Hugh swayed in front of the legs of the high stool, rubbing his smooth chin, and fell into contemplation for a while.

If only I had Forsi's whimsical associative ability...

Her friend has been in the midst of the editor's frantic urging for the past few days, and the deadline for submitting the manuscript is on Wednesday, and he has put all his energy into dealing with the difficulty of dealing with the first draft of the new book.

In a trance, Xio asked casually:

"If you need to report to the church when you are doing business, but you don't want to tell the punisher, what will you do?"

"Affix a piece of paper to the door of the police station closest to the Church of the Night and the Church of the Steam, write all the required content, and then post it in the middle of the night to make sure that the Dalmatians can see it early in the morning?" So thinking, the wine glass stopped in front of his mouth.

Huo Ting, whose facial features were not fully opened, was stunned for a moment, and his eyes revealed dazedness. After a few seconds, he suddenly nodded and agreed:

"It's really a good way, just do it!"

"Hey, Sherlock!" Mike, whose face was still very rough, shook his arms and motioned to Klein who had just stepped onto the ground from the exit of the steam subway station.

I only received the letter this morning, and Klein, who hurried from the Backlund Bridge area, stepped forward quickly.

Maybe it was because he took the initiative to ask for less commission last time, which left a good impression on the reporter. When he wanted to investigate new clues, he immediately thought of himself as a detective.

"Good morning Mike, have you found new clues again?" Klein asked with a smile, lightly tapping his cane.

After buttoning every button of the coat, Mike, who was rubbing his hands together, nodded and said without reservation:

"Of course, internal information, I locked a very likely clue."

As he spoke, he looked at Klein, who looked very mature, and stared at the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, making no sound.

"A bit of a scholar, but not too obvious..."

"What?" Klein pretended not to hear clearly, a little puzzled.

Mike, who retracted his sight, took a few steps forward, then turned his head and said slightly mysteriously:

"It's a special place to go in a while. Of course, I didn't even think about going in the morning. We'll wait around now, investigate, and then go there."

So what is the place?

For a while, Klein still looked blank. Mike suddenly evoked a smile that he knew all about, and his voice was rather low:

"Golden Rose, legally operated by Backlund, the best place to get."

"Hmm~ www.mtlnovel.com~ Ballroom."

Klein looked at the unserious reporter in front of him, his already stiff face and uncontrollable muscle beating.

ballroom? Isn't that the kind of place? Why does it sound so good?

But why go to such a place to investigate, because those victims have had an unforgettable experience?

"Have you got those clues?" Klein asked as he walked.

They're in Chorwood now and don't need a special carriage.

Talking about the investigation, Mike instantly put away the expression on his face and was very serious.

"I found there might be a connection between the Crazy Ripper and the Rotten Man's Corpse?"

"I hope what happened to Lu yesterday gave me some inspiration."

Hope way?

Thinking of the information given by the tall lady at the party last night, Klein subconsciously frowned:

"You mean the policewoman was killed?"

Mike, who was relatively forward, glanced at Klein in surprise, took a deep breath and said:

"How do you know, this is what the police department keeps secret?"

Klein smiled again and said mysteriously:

"Secret channel."

Mike, who also got the news from the internal channels of the newspaper, and was ordered not to spread it, nodded slightly.

Generally capable detectives will have their own special channels, which are commercial secrets and not something that can be asked at will.

With a sigh of relief, he skipped the topic and said:

"In short, there is a certain overlap between these two cases. It is very likely that there is no Crazy Ripper at all. Maybe it is a smoke bomb for the deceitful human kidnapping case!"

Mike, who stumbled upon some rumors, slammed his fist and made a firm conclusion about the essence of the matter.

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