Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me - Vol 2 Chapter 223

“These clothes are mainly collected from the Backlund Bridge District, and rarely are there from the Chowood District…”

Liv buried her head and carried a men’s jacket and placed it in front of her. The hot soldering iron pressed the folds on the clothes through the linen cloth. After a wave of milky white air, the clothes returned to a roughly flat shape.

Klein held a notebook in one hand, a dark red pen hanging on the paper, and randomly recorded symbols that he could not understand.

“Well, Cherwood usually has its own chores maids…” He habitually responded to Liv’s answer.

After drawing the last ghost talisman on the footer, Klein coughed lightly and glanced at the old Kohler who was staring at Liv’s two daughters in a daze.

“thanks for sharing.”

As he said that, he took out a soli from his pocket and pressed it next to the table where Liv was ironing her clothes.

In the small room, the mother and daughter were still busy with their work. Only the older girl looked up and nodded shyly at the unknown reporter.

Between the sizzling sound of the iron ironing the clothes, Old Kohler pulled Laklein’s corner of his shirt and said hoarsely:

“Sir, let’s go.”

Klein nodded silently, then turned around and walked out of the wet and cramped room together.

The two walked down the dilapidated corridor together, and after exiting the unit gate, a yellowish pungent smog was gradually rising from the outside, but the two of them were already used to the smell of the slathered house just now, and they did not face these pungent smells. What a reaction.

Klein, whose nose was still a little blocked, identified the direction, turned to old Kohler and said:

“Get here first today.”

“Ah, ah…” Kohler, who was rubbing his face, was stunned for a moment, and then replied in a daze, a trace of loneliness quickly swept across his face.

Klein took this into his eyes and shook his head slightly.

“You can find a job first, and I should come to the Eastern District often later…”

Speaking of this, his already completely stiff face could no longer evoke a smile, he could only try his best to show relief, and said with a smile:

“If you find the right job, where should I go to find you?”

Kohler, who was still a little lost just now, regained his energy in an instant and thought about it carefully.

“Although I haven’t lost my craftsmanship now, I’m always shaking from time to time. Even if I go to the former shoe factory, I don’t have to ask for me. I guess I can only find a job at the dock.”

He stared at the cloth shoes that had torn several holes on his feet, and heaved a sigh of relief.

“Mr. Moriarty, you can come to the pier to find me. If you don’t find me, please ask the people nearby.”

“The people squatting on the dock are basically familiar with each other. If you ask them, they should know where I am.”

Kohler spoke with some force. He couldn’t guarantee that if he found a job and the good gentleman didn’t find him immediately when he needed it, those workers who were unemployed like himself would take the opportunity to replace this good job.

Although he didn’t know what the average age of a commoner in the East End was, he could feel that his body was getting worse day by day, and Mr Moriarty’s money was very important to him.

“it is good.”

In the spiritual vision, old Kohler’s emotional changes were extremely clear. Klein watched the colors that symbolized emotions constantly changing, nodded silently, and specially emphasized:

“Don’t worry, if you don’t get off work just in time, I’ll wait.”

He’s not a real reporter anyway, and if there’s an emergency, he can totally put Ian in charge.

……

Inside a cheap hotel rented anonymously by Klein in the East District.

After saying goodbye to Old Kohler, Klein did not return directly to Minsk Street. Instead, after disguising, he took off his human skin mask and went to his small hotel on the edge of the East District, relying on the disguise of “illusion”.

The dark brown wooden floor was covered with various colors that could not be washed off, and there were still debris mixed with dust and spider webs hanging in the corners of the ceiling, but the bed sheets were washed white, but it was only stained with the unique pungent smell of the East District, and it smelled bad. Not very good smell.

In front of the vanity mirror with a gap in it, Klein looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes were nostalgic on the beard and gloomy face, and he touched his chin regretfully.

Alas, Klein Moretti’s original bookish air is almost invisible now…

But this is also a benefit. Even if I don’t make any pretense and go out directly, I shouldn’t be recognized by those acquaintances in the church.

The cold breeze slid by his feet, and the illusory bones spewed out one by one like a fountain. They were reorganized under the blessing of spiritual power, and quickly formed a terrifying giant skeleton. Looking at Klein, he handed a carefully sealed envelope.

Mr. Azik’s reply?

After thanking the messenger perfunctorily, the melancholy on Klein’s face was swept away. Instead, he was filled with joy. He dexterously tore the part of the envelope that was adhered to by the lacquer, and took out the letter inside.

“Dear Klein, first of all thank you for your concern, I found some secrets about his cooperation with the Aurora Society and the royal family on the way to track Ince Zangwill, but don’t worry, the gangsters controlled by the Aurora Society and their The members can’t catch me, and as for the wanted in the Eastern District, it is not of an official nature, so don’t worry about it.”

It is not unusual for Ince Zangwill to hide in Backlund, but the Aurora Club and the royal family?

Klein frowned at first, and then bit his lip more suspiciously.

Does “Mystery” know about this?

Although He and the real creator are allies, considering the mental state of the real creator and his believers who can hardly use common sense to infer their thinking, think carefully, “mystery” may really not know such details.

No, I’m going to find a chance to ask Mr. A… Klein nodded slightly and continued to read Azik Eggers’ letter.

Anyway, as a voter, why not pick up wool?

And judging from Mr. Azik’s response, the gangsters controlled by the Aurora Society do not know what kind of university professor they are looking for.

Be careful and urgent, the living fossils that have lived for more than a thousand years directly send warmth to the underworld!

“As for the history of the ‘Mysterious God’ you mentioned, I’m sorry, for this hidden existence, He gradually disappeared in my active years, and it was not until the ‘Red Angel’ fell and the battle of the Four Emperors. Be active, and in the end, because it seems to have done some processing to me, I don’t remember the development after that, I only know some information about him obtained from the Northern Continent at that time.”

After the fall of Solomon in the Fourth Epoch and the wounding of the true creator, Zhou Mingrui, the “God of Mysteries”, was already in a precarious state of mind.

“During the Solomon Empire, although the ‘God of Mysteries’ was different from the real creator, he was not a righteous **** recognized by the ‘Dark Emperor’, and he was not given a title, but his status was still above the other great nobles at that time.”

“His alliance with the true creator is a continuation of the third era. As for more details, I think in the southern continent, only the **** of death at that time knew more. I’m sorry I can’t provide you with more clues.”

That is to say, most of the self-reports of “Mystery” are true. He was indeed greatly affected by the fall of the creator who believed in the City of Silver, and even after his friends were contaminated, he still did not abandon him.

Although it sounds a bit bloody, but the truth seems to be like this… Klein looked at the letter with a strange expression, his toes clasped tightly on the soles of his shoes.

And it was clearly written in the “secret” diary that he seemed to have a good relationship with the son of the creator, and he himself was very beautiful…

Strangling the dangerous reverie in the cradle, Klein forced himself to continue reading the rest of Mr. Azik’s letter.

“Regarding the ‘Dark Emperor’ card you mentioned, I really need similar items to stimulate me to recall more of my previous memories. If possible, I hope I can borrow the original version. Of course, I will use other items as payment.”

“The memory of ‘mystery’, if it weren’t for the notebook stored in my castle before, I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to remember so much.”

“Finally I hope my answer can help you, your teacher Azik Eggers.”

Klein slowly closed the letter and put it back into the envelope.

Well, I shouldn’t be using the spirit state recently. It’s not impossible to pass the “Dark Emperor” card to Mr. Ards… Klein glanced at the environment in the hotel and decided to wait until he got home. Remove the “Dark Emperor” card from above the gray fog, summon the messenger and transfer it to Mr. Azik.

However, Mr. Azik’s memory still didn’t seem to have recovered much, but the “mysterious” notes stimulated him to think of the part about the “mysterious god”… Reminiscent of the first time Mr. Azik approached Klein was a little curious about the sight of his castle, where his body had undergone a mutation and was shrouded in gray fog.

I don’t know how much Mr. Azik’s strength has recovered.

After putting away the envelope, he turned the human-skin mask into his trousers pocket. The plain glasses were placed directly on the bridge of his nose without any disguise, and he put on a black double-breasted coat, matching trousers, and a top hat.

After finishing the cleaning, Klein tore off the dirty linen and pulled out the dark and clean chain-blade cane.

During the day, Klein, considering the safety of old Kohler, made an excuse to leave after asking about the general situation at the bar controlled by the gangster on the dock. Now that Mr. Azik is wanted, there is no need to worry, but Miss Sharon and Maric are still facing the possibility of direct The danger from the demigods of the “Sexual Faction”, considering that the two were his few friends in Backlund, Klein decided to see if he could be of any help.

“If you are really unlucky enough to run into a demigod of the ‘indulgence faction’, I wonder if the ‘secret’ will suddenly show his power and stage a vulgar plot.”

After pressing down the half-height silk top hat, Klein, whose whole body was shrouded in illusion, walked out of the room lightly and walked out of the hotel.

Although he doesn’t want to admit it, but many times, before taking risks, he always has no fear because of the existence of “secret”. Maybe he can’t get rid of the shadow of the other party until he is really strong.

……

Siviras Field, in the Backlund Police Station.

The members of the Heart of Machines wore the corresponding police uniforms, and four or five people stared at the police inspector and the armband above, which attracted many ordinary policemen.

The finely camouflaged Dunn was mixed between the black and white grids, which seemed a little out of place.

“Carl, you and Detective Evans will examine the body later.”

Ikanser, who was in charge of leading the team, wore a standard big brim, covering the strangely shaped hair that had been struck by lightning.

After the property left by Jason Beria exploded for no reason, the Church of Steam found some traces of “devil” activities in the Beyonders of Backlund.

Because this vicious incident directly led to the death and serious injury of the two members of the Heart of Machinery, the Church of Steam directly characterized it as a “blood worship” provocation to the God of Steam and Machinery.

This allowed the Church of Steam, which has always been known for its gentleness, to display a rare tough approach, taking over the aftermath work that was originally in charge of the Siviras Field. In order to avoid negotiating with the Church of the Evernight, it made an exception to invite Louis Evans, who was still in the ranks of the online. Participated in the operation, responsible for filling the lack of “Nightmare” ability.

At least in the mechanical heart’s file, Louis Evans is still at the “nightmare” level.

Under the guidance of the forensic doctor, Carl and Dunn, who were wearing a monocle and looked refreshing, walked into the dimly lit morgue together. It looked appalling, with signs of being eaten by giant beasts everywhere, and the fracture on the neck revealed a white bone dripping with yellow-green liquid.

“This is no longer a dismemberment…” The corners of Carl’s eyes jumped while holding the monocle to analyze the corpse. Instead, Dunn calmly walked to the side of the corpse. UU reading www.uukanshu .com opened a penetrating wound on his right palm wearing autopsy gloves, and said in a mellow voice:

“Is there any spiritual remnants of the murderer?”

“No, not even the spirit of the deceased can stay. From the analysis point of view, what remains here is the evil aura from the abyss. Even if there is really something else, it is covered by it.”

“Can we apply for the transfer of that sealed artifact, or the level 2 sealed artifact of the ‘corpse collector’ pathway, maybe there will be some gains from psychic communication near the crime scene.”

“Theoretically…” Carl, who was habitually answering, was suddenly stunned.

He looked at Louis Evans, who was seriously examining the wounds of the corpse, and was a little dazed.

Who is the official Beyonder, isn’t this guy really a plainclothes member of the Church of the Evernight?

No, how could the official Extraordinary of the church have plainclothes… This young man who was deeply poisoned by Roselle’s novel shook his head, and threw out all the inconspicuous thoughts.

Every time he came into contact with this informant, he would have a strong sense of disobedience, as if he was cooperating with a seasoned official Beyonder. Extraordinary taste.

“The traces left on the corpse are very similar to the wounds made by the original ‘Crazy Ripper’. They are all wounds that are completely different from knife wounds, but this time they appear more violent.”

At that time, when the police called the detectives, they had provided the castrated version of the internal information, including the autopsy reports and corresponding photos of all the victims, so Dunn had a deep memory of the methods of the “Crazy Ripper”.

Dunn turned his gaze sternly, looked at Carl, and said word by word:

“I want to know, are you sure Jason Beria is really dead?”

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