Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me - Vol 2 Chapter 205

An illusory jet-black thread floated up from the ground. Klein calculated the maximum distance of the line of sight of the “substitute” spirit body, and roughly confirmed the location of the prison under Cappin’s mansion.

“Thirty-nine?”

Dunn swept in the direction where Klein stared in confusion, failing to understand what he meant.

“The number of people locked up in this house in Kapin.” Klein saw that the other party did not understand the abilities of “Master Puppet Master”, so he did not explain much, but concentrated the illusion on the two of them, and walked out of the bushes. shadow.

Dunn observed Klein’s movements thoughtfully, not knowing what he was thinking. After a while, when the two of them walked into the passage between the two houses on the opposite side, he sighed:

“The police will not search a wealthy and powerful businessman without sufficient evidence.”

So the reason you tried to collect evidence in private was just to get your employer in legally through the police… Probably simulating the troublesomeness of this operation, Klein couldn’t help but feel that the other party was a little too stubborn.

“Why not try to let the evidence come out on its own?”

Dunn was stunned for a moment. As a former Nighthawks team leader who has adapted to official means, he is still accustomed to considering official means first when dealing with many things.

“Although Capin must be protected by Beyonders, there should be at most one or two mid-sequences,” the descriptions circulating in the diary and the Eastern District overlapped with reality, and a cold light flashed in Klein’s eyes, “We should all have some special If you cooperate properly, you may try to assassinate Kapin.”

Assassinate Cappin?

After all, the Nighthawk itself is not an ordinary official organization. Dunn thought about it for a while, and actually approved this plan in his heart.

If there is really a Beyonder behind Kapin, the nature of this matter will be completely changed.

“My ability is better at frontal combat than the ‘divine man’, and the population that Capin abducted should be scattered in two places.” Dunn recalled the “esoteric order”, “clown” and “magician” “The ability displayed, more implicitly pointed out Klein’s shortcomings.

“I can probably determine the exact location of the port in the East District Wharf.” Klein didn’t seem to understand the other party’s suggestion. After taking out the pen and paper, he quickly wrote down the approximate location that Ian reported earlier.

After passing the note, he continued:

“Compared to Kapin’s residence near the warehouse, the Beyonder power should be relatively weak, replaced by nearby gangs. After the previous Highlander gangs collapsed, Kapin absorbed a considerable number of Highlanders.”

Staring at Dunn’s eyes, Klein secretly gambled.

“The lady is also there. If you rescue her, coercion can’t be a witness against your employer, and like you said, my ability is more supportive, and there is no way to fight against a large number of gangs near the warehouse at the same time.”

“They have certain controlled weapons in their hands, and a single salvo can keep me from getting close.”

Dunn pushed the gold-wire glasses on the bridge of his nose and nodded slightly.

This familiar and special thinking provided additional evidence for him to confirm that Sherlock Moriarty in front of him was the same person as him—Klein Moretti was the same person.

“I need to investigate.” Dunn memorized the general orientation framed on the note. Rubbing his thumb and index finger, the spiritual flames that lacked temperature slowly devoured the note with uneven edges and corners.

“I have other things to deal with recently.”

Unable to maintain much trust in the detective who didn’t communicate much, Klein also shied away.

Although both of them expressed sympathy for the innocent lady who was still being persecuted by Cappin and his associates, and knew that Jason’s former mistress could be sent out of Backlund at any time in the past few days, they still chose to be safe. act.

“How long will it take?” The wind blowing in from the outside of the passage lifted Dunn’s coat, making his eyes slightly narrow.

Miss Sharon’s appointment is about these two days, and after fighting the “indulgence faction”, it is difficult for me to guarantee that I will not be injured, at least the spiritual consumption will take a day to recover, and I have not determined the side of Kapin. There are specifically several Beyonders, and what is the level of the Beyonders in the middle sequence? If the big man behind him really attaches great importance to this population trading channel and invests three middle sequencers regardless of the cost, I can only plan how Through this Mr. Evans, submit the information to the Church of the Goddess, or use other reasons to attract the attention of the Church of Steam…

Klein quickly weighed in his heart, the white steam exhaled in the cold air escaped upwards, and after a while, he replied:

“Friday, if anything else happens, I’ll let you know in advance.”

“Okay.” Dunn nodded slightly, and then added: “I will investigate the situation near the warehouse in the past few days. If there are other gains, when is the appropriate time for me to visit you?”

visit me?

My suggestion is that it’s best not to visit me… Although Klein is somewhat resistant to this seasoned detective who is a little bit different from his bookish appearance, considering the next cooperation between the two parties, after thinking hard, Some self-deprecating:

“At night, I’m not necessarily at home during the day, you can sleep at night.”

Dunn, who was dodging from the cold wind on his back, froze for a moment, and the corners of his mouth quickly twitched and calmed down.

“OK.”

……

After agreeing on the cooperation matters, Klein and Dunn left separately, took the carriage, and returned to the Backlund Bridge area.

He searched for the half-old road signs nearby, and based on his memory, he walked to the entrance of the subway station that Ian agreed to contact.

On the low concrete wall, some of the colorful applicators had faded, and some had been covered with new graffiti. Klein looked around, making sure no one was paying attention, and used illusion to cover his body, with his fingers attached to sporadic, A code written in cipher text was left on a relatively clean piece of cement.

“Thursday, Iron Gate Street.”

Halfway through writing, Klein suddenly stopped, thought for a moment, crossed out the symbol representing Tiemen Street, and drew the shape of a bridge with his fingers.

“Thursday, the suspension tower of the Backlund Bridge.”

After doing all this, Klein, whose face was completely rigid, didn’t stop. Taking advantage of the low crowds on the subway at noon, he hurried back to the Chorwood area, and only bought a Dixie pie for lunch on the way.

……

Inside Minsk 17.

In front of the half-length mirror in the bathroom, Klein pulled the human skin mask off his face, revealing his original appearance.

After wearing a mask for a long time, this face that originally contained a bookish air became even paler, and there were some jagged stubby beards near the lips and chin, breaking the greenness of this age.

He scrutinized the look in his eyes, looking for changes and differences. In the dark and narrow space, there was only rushing water left for a while.

After a while, Klein, who stared at himself in the mirror for a long time like a sculpture, suddenly picked up a pool of ice water and put it on his face. Directly put on the human skin mask on the side.

“I’ve hardly played a ‘magician’ recently, why do I suddenly feel a lot digested?”

Speaking of confusing words, Klein pushed open the bathroom door and walked out.

At breakfast this morning, he saw the code left by the old gentleman “Eye of Wisdom” in the newspaper, and the party will be held as usual tomorrow.

In order to collect the gold pounds for the purchase of items in the “Sun” domain, he needs to go to the bank now and withdraw the deposit in the account.

…………

Bishop Utravsky’s strong voice recited the poems about the gifts in the canon of the Mother Earth. The few believers were scattered on the benches in the front row of the church hall. They did not dare to destroy the solemn atmosphere. Emlyn, who quickly completed the task assigned to him by the priest, carefully sat in a side position, listening to the priest’s constantly fluctuating or unreal voice as the content changed, his hands unconsciously wrapped around his chest, from afar. It looked like he was coaxing a non-existent baby to sleep.

The daily sermon lasted about ten minutes. Bishop Utravsky, who stood in the center of the altar, first led the believers to praise the Mother Goddess together, and then he brought in Emlyn, who had not completely walked out of the holy scriptures and was reciting silently. The two cooperated to distribute the sacrament.

Although after a long period of evolution, the communion of various churches has basically become a form, and even the eating rituals of the storm, the sun, and wisdom are surprisingly similar in the past. For believers to share to eat, it is the completion of the sacrament.

However, because of its own tradition, even in modern times, there are still many poor believers in the Church of the Mother Earth who attach great importance to the sacrament that the church distributes for free, because it adheres to the doctrine of “a good harvest”, and the sacrament is mainly to provide the staple food~www.mtlnovel.com ~Emlyn, who could only watch the inedible, silently waited for the end of the sacrament ceremony. It was not until the last believer in shabby clothes left the church reluctantly that he carefully approached Bishop Utravsky.

“Father, can I ask for leave during the day the day after tomorrow?”

Bishop Utravsky, who was clearing the dishes, cast a dull look.

“Our blood clan has a small gathering tomorrow night.”

Emlyn, who was only looking forward to having a good night’s sleep while the sun was shining after the party ended, turned his face away with a guilty conscience.

“Of course, this is your freedom.” Bishop Utravsky nodded slightly, obviously not embarrassed.

Emlyn, who was secretly overjoyed, was overjoyed. A smile unconsciously climbed onto his face. Without saying anything, he took the initiative to take the rag handed by the priest and walked to the candlestick where the wax droplets had already condensed.

……

Wednesday afternoon.

After taking a day off, Klein checked the gold pounds he carried with him, separated them in half, and put them into two pockets respectively.

At the same time, he roughly checked the spells and badges stored separately in each of his pockets, and repeatedly confirmed that Mr. Azik’s copper whistle had sealed the container of the iron cigarette case with a simple spiritual wall.

Since Klein used the most basic spiritual wall, such a closure could not completely isolate the influence of Azik’s copper whistle at any time, but it was enough to avoid most accidents.

With his left hand in his pocket, rubbing the corner of the gold pound, Klein watched the carriages coming and going on the street, his tensed heart shrank, and finally turned to the already worn out carriage station.

Next to the stop sign without the roof, there is only one person.

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