Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me - Vol 2 Chapter 177

Backlund Bridge area, Brave Bar.

The yellowed shutters wobbled and slapped the greasy glass, the sunlight split by the slats splashed on the floor, and the dust rose and fell in the air.

It was two o’clock in the afternoon, before the opening hours of most of Backlund’s bars. In the dimly lit room, a few customers were scattered in different corners, silently doing their own thing.

Squeak.

The hidden wooden door was pushed open with a slit, and the bar table cast a half-dreaming gaze, but only saw a semi-old circular felt hat. The short-statured boy looked around in the darkness for a while, and then went straight to a place. A middle-aged gentleman reading a newspaper.

“Detective Moriarty.”

The ill-fitting tattered coat hung from the chair and fell to the ground. Ian looked awkwardly at the employer, who was shrouded in shadows, and clasped the shoulder bag that never left his hands tightly.

The newspaper flipped, and a pair of blue hidden behind black-rimmed glasses looked over.

“Good afternoon, Ian.”

Klein neatly folded the newspaper in his hand and spread it out on the table, which was not very clean, allowing the still-dry wine to wet the type on the paper.

“Lawless, the twelfth case of the crazy ripper last night, the Siviras field became a joke”

“It looks like you’re still chasing that lunatic.” Ian glanced at the blurred handwriting and put his hands into his satchel.

“No, I’ve given up.” Klein smiled at the somewhat restrained half-old boy.

Looking at the report on the poor victim last night on the front page of the newspaper again, Ian didn’t ask any further questions. Instead, he took out a few pages of browned letter paper from his satchel and handed it to Klein across the table.

“This is the latest investigation into Cappin.”

The cheap stationery provided by the apartment in the East District was densely written with Ian’s harvest in the past week, and several recent disappearance cases in the East District were changed on it, but most of them were ignored by the Backlund police, so that he kept the habit of reading the newspaper every day. Klein had never heard of similar reports.

He pointed to a record below, frowned and asked Ian:

“What’s going on? Only Kapin and his two bodyguards settled the dispute between the Whigs and the Tories in the Eastern District and seized the territory originally occupied by the Highlanders?”

After Ambassador Intis, who originally supported the plateau people, died in the terrorist attack of the Aurora Society, the plateau people who were originally in the trend of expansion have been stunned, and recently even reduced to a situation of almost being divided up.

There are only three people, let the big gangster who is said to have control products like steam rifles voluntarily give in, are the two bodyguards in the middle sequence?

Seeing that Klein was really interested in that conflict, Ian raised his spirits and said tentatively.

“That day the Philips blocked most of the quayside, and even though the bounty hunters bar was two blocks away, the sound of the steam shotguns could still be heard, but when Carpin and his bodyguards arrived, the gunshots died down.”

Disappeared?

Klein sat up straight, and Ian continued to speak.

“I asked a few familiar gangsters later, and they said…” Speaking of which, Ian cautiously glanced at the drowsy alcoholics around him, his voice lowered.

“They said that Kapin’s bodyguard just shouted, and the strongest man among them squatted on the ground like a little chicken and didn’t dare to say a word, and what was even more strange was that all the guns were misfired, making their boss I was scared and depressed, and then had to buy new ones to replace those garbage that didn’t fire for no reason.”

Just shouting, all the guns are all misfired?

Klein tapped the table lightly, frowning deeper and deeper.

He has confirmed that the two bodyguards protecting Kapin must be powerful mid-sequence, maybe even Sequence Six and Sequence Five.

Although the big gangsters in the Eastern District definitely have their own Beyonders, they usually rely more on firearms, and it is not incomprehensible to voluntarily give in in such a situation.

“Sounds like Caspers is going to make a fortune.”

Klein absent-mindedly put the letter in his hand on his lap, and the matter became more and more complicated.

“Caspars?” Hearing the name, Ian glanced at Klein in surprise, then looked around with some vigilance, and said in a little panic:

“Detective Moriarty, don’t you know what happened recently?”

“Recently?” Klein raised his eyebrows suspiciously.

Ian looked around again, his voice lowered, almost speaking with his mouth.

“Kaspers was kicked out of here.”

As he said that, he also pointed to the floor below him. “I thought you already knew.”

Caspars was kicked out of the Brave?

Isn’t he the boss here?

Klein suddenly became tense. If he knew what happened at the Brave Bar, he would not have contacted Ian to meet here.

A well-connected black businessman, with two middle-ranking supporters behind him, was actually kicked out of his own territory. Will the gathering of Mr. Eyes of Wisdom still be held as usual?

Compared to Caspers, he was more concerned about the Beyonder gathering not far from here.

“How is this going?”

“It just happened a few days ago. Caspars ran away by himself. He didn’t show up at the bar for a few days. Later, another group of people ran over and said that they drove Caspars away.” Ian recalled himself. Heard anecdotes.

He is a man who relies on intelligence for his food and is extremely sensitive to this kind of thing.

Does that mean Caspars ran away on his own?

Klein subconsciously turned on the “substitute” in his right hand, and turned on his spiritual vision at the same time. Sure enough, he didn’t see the spiritual body thread belonging to Maric and Miss Sharon in the room behind the kitchen. Instead, it was a strong man who was sleeping soundly.

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

A “resentful soul” who can be spiritualized at any time and the middle sequence who holds more than a dozen living corpses suddenly gave up the long-running stronghold…

“Let’s get out of here.” He stood up immediately, holding the cane in his left hand, and pointed to the door, followed by Ian.

He had suspected that Miss Sharon and Maric were members of the “Rose Sect” before, and now he wondered why they were not as brutal and savage as the church propaganda.

Thinking about it now, they are more like defectors, and they have been found by members of the “Rose Sect”, so they have to give up this relatively hidden bar.

Ignoring the bartender’s gaze behind them, Klein and Ian hurried out of the Brave Bar, and only slowly slowed down until they turned into the corner of Iron Cross Street.

“Tightest away from the Brave, here…”

Klein told Ian, whose cheeks were a little rosy from running, before he finished speaking, and caught a glimpse of horror in the half-old boy’s eyes.

He looked back sharply, and saw a brown carriage slowly approaching from the corner of the intersection and stopped behind him.

The light from the glass exposed behind the half-closed car window was distorted, and a delicate but lifeless face could be vaguely seen facing the direction of the two of them.

“…not the enemy.”

The spiritual warning did not activate, and Klein secretly tossed the coin in his hand behind him and nodded.

It’s Miss Sharon.

He looked back, took out a few banknotes from his pocket and stuffed them into Ian’s hands.

“This is the latest commission.” With a gentle smile on his face, Ian’s expression changed several times before he stabilized, and nodded heavily.

“You don’t need to continue investigating Kapin later?” Klein said suddenly and coldly, and glanced at the carriage that was parked not far away.

This time the window was completely down, and Maric pointed to the carriage, but there was still not much blood on his face.

Ian, who was holding the banknotes, lowered his head, unable to see what he was thinking.

“This matter is too dangerous, and there is the support of Beyonders behind Kapin.”

Leaving this sentence for Ian to ponder slowly, he patted the young boy next to him on the shoulder and walked straight to the brown carriage.

The door of the carriage opened automatically, Klein sat in, the carriage started immediately, and accelerated away from the block. Outside the window, Ian was still standing at the intersection.

“Looks like you guys are having some problems.”

Klein no longer looked back, but glanced at the location of the coachman, and it turned out to be the crippled underground businessman – Caspers.

In the shaking carriage, Maric stared at his body, the blurred glass fluctuated, and Sharon in a palace dress emerged from it, expressionless, her blue eyes couldn’t show much emotion.

“Why did you come here?”

She did not answer Klein’s question, but glanced at the “substitute” that had been activated, and her body remained in a spiritual state.

“I’m investigating a case recently~www.mtlnovel.com~ I made an appointment to meet the informant here today.”

Klein didn’t seem to care that the two were wary of him, but he was thinking about the limit of the flame jump, preparing to leave the carriage directly if the situation went wrong.

Maric’s always malicious eyes slashed fiercely, and then looked at Sharon inquiringly.

“He has nothing to do with those people.”

Sharon’s answer was still concise, and at the same time, her spiritual body gradually turned real, and she sat opposite Klein.

Seeing that the two of them remained silent, Klein relaxed instead, tossed the coin in his hand frivolously, and raised a smile.

“Let me guess, you are the defectors of the ‘Rose School’, and now those lunatics are chasing them?”

The inside of the carriage fell silent for a while, and Sharon, who didn’t have much expression, was still observing Klein’s movements.

And Maric, who was only wearing a white shirt and a black vest, squeezed his fists, smiling cruelly.

“You guessed right.”

He raised a finger and pointed to Caspers, who was the driver in front of him.

“They found the Brave and we were exposed.”

Did you admit it outright?

Klein turned to look at Sharon opposite, “Is there anything I can help?”

The last time Rosago attacked, the bodyguard not only fulfilled the agreement, but after Klein was taken away by Mr. Agron, he waited in the apartment until Klein returned and did not leave directly, which made Klein quite moved. .

Maric gave him a quick glance, seeming a little surprised.

Klein put away his smile, the coin in his hand fell back to his palm, and he shrugged helplessly, pretending to be casual.

“I’m a private investigator, and of course I need to be paid.”

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