Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

"Are you feeling uneasy recently?" Klein aimed sideways at the paper target in front, and skillfully used the revolver to empty the revolver of bullets.

Dust watched the dark holes open on the paper target, and looked at Klein sideways with interest:

"You seem to be more confident and stronger than before."

"Have you been promoted?"

Klein twisted his body, looked at Dr. Duster beside him, and threw off the revolver of the pistol at will. In the crisp sound of clinking, six brass bullet casings that reflected the faint light bounced and scattered on the ground.

"After all, I have completely mastered the potion before." Klein's tone was casual, and he seemed to remember something. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, appearing a little exaggerated, "Are you still scared to sleep by Hood Eugen?"

Dust turned his face away a little, curled his lips covertly, and muttered:

"It was the dragon's roar in my dream that made me sleepless before."

He casually loaded six bullets into his revolver, and there was a hint of dodge in his eyes:

"However, it is true that something has gone wrong recently. I feel that the signs of schizophrenia that I managed to suppress have appeared again."

Didn't I tell you something about the "acting method" implicitly? Klein held the gun down in his right hand, looked at Dr. Duster, who only had half of his face under the light, and thought about it:

"Have you reported these matters to your higher-ups again, how is Hood Eugen's condition now?"

Dust suddenly froze in the shadows, and said after a few seconds of silence:

"I...I have reported to the top, they appointed another 'psychiatrist', he called himself so, he came to check on Hood Eugen's situation, told me not to panic, spirit The symptoms of schizophrenia are just the sequelae of not fully grasping the 'audience' potion, as long as you carefully observe and distinguish, you can effectively suppress the momentum of your schizophrenia, and the dragon's roar will not appear again."

"So, in the end, what's your top management's decision to deal with Hood Eugen?" Klein asked thoughtfully.

Dust put the revolver in his hand into the gun basket next to him, looked up at Klein, and the light in Jinsi's eyes flickered slightly.

"They said they would pick up Hood Eugen from Tingen when they were ready, and would tell me a new address for contact later."

Picking it up directly is indeed the method that a secret organization will take. After all, a Sequence Seven 'psychologist' is not a member who can be discarded at will for the Heart Alchemy Association, which has been founded for a short time. He may already know that Some secrets, even if they are not important... Klein smiled and comforted the other party:

"It's also a good thing for you, as long as Hood Eugen leaves Tingen, you don't have to worry about it, do you?"

When Dust heard Klein's words, the tense muscles on his face shrank slightly, and he looked forward without focus and said:

"Yes, as long as he leaves, my mental state will improve, and I can sleep well."

Seeing Dust's relief, Klein also put away the gun, put it gently into the gun basket next to him, comforted him a few words, and turned around to leave.

Just when he stepped on the threshold of the small shooting range, he was suddenly stunned and heard a crisp "pop" in his mind.

I didn't ask him about Hood Eugen's detailed status just now, I didn't ask him about Hood Eugen's recent actions, I forgot... Klein gradually frowned, turned around slowly, and looked at To Doctor Duster behind him.

Although the doctor still stood blankly with blank eyes as before, his hand had already clenched the revolver that Klein had put into the gun basket with his own hands, the gun closest to Klein!

Klein's thoughts turned around, and a picture of Dust skillfully raising his right arm and shooting himself quickly appeared.

boom!

Dust's action was as Klein expected, he raised his hands mechanically and pulled the trigger.

Fortunately, as soon as the image appeared in his mind, Klein was pulled by his nerves and swooped to the side away from the paper target. The bullet just wiped the dark brown door frame, leaving a streak behind. Charred traces.

Klein followed the inertia of lunging forward, rolled on the ground, and lunged forward again, leaving behind a trail of charred bullet marks from bullets.

One, two, three... As he quickly dodged, he counted the gunshots silently, and glanced at Dust from the corner of his eye while he was running away, who was still standing there and continued to shoot.

His dark eyes were hidden behind gold-rimmed glasses that reflected a little white light, and his expression was stiff, like a sufficiently qualified 'audience', cold and alienated.

Controlled! Klein's heart tightened. Using the extreme sense of balance brought by the 'Joker' potion, he took out the tarot card in his pocket with his right hand. He turned around and ran in the opposite direction. He quickly flicked his wrist and flew out. After a few hardened, the tarot cards are as strong as sharp blades.

boom!

There was another gunshot, and most of the tarot cards that were thrown out were avoided by the sudden burst of Dust, but one still cut into his gun-wielding wrist and stabbed him open. blood vessels, dark red blood spurted out.

"Ah!" Dust immediately covered his wrist and let the revolver with two bullets fall, growling lowly.

The invisible sound waves swept away rapidly, and this low roar containing anger and pain suddenly got into Klein's mind, who was about to throw out the second wave of tarot cards, and it was so shocking that blood came out of his ears.

Is this the ability of the "audience"? Klein endured the pain and took advantage of Dust's inability to move his hands. He took a few steps and instantly closed the distance. He pulled up the opponent's arm, threw Dust's back and flew out, and took the opportunity to pick it up and lay on the floor. pistol.

"Hohoho..." Dust's throat made a creepy rubbing sound, and his body struggled and trembled. Under Klein's gaze, protein-colored scales grew all over his body, and his fingernails grew. Elongated, becoming dark brown to black.

This... Klein looked at the change in front of him, and the expression on his face turned hideous in an instant. He thought that the other party was only detected by the top management of the Psychology Alchemy Society and had an affair with the Nighthawks, and he forcibly imposed control, never I thought that Dust would suddenly lose control during the battle.

A blurry picture quickly flashed across Klein's mind, some pale, or blue-black, or dark blue, and finally stopped on a touch of dark red.

His eyes were no longer blank, he pursed his lips tightly, raised his arms familiarly, and pulled the trigger numbly like he practiced on weekdays.

boom! boom! boom!

The free fall of the two dimly lit brass bullet casings made a clanging sound. Dust, who was originally lying low on the floor, curled up and struggled and trembled, ready to fight back at any time, had lost his vitality. The position of the department, red, yellow, and white are mixed together, and a piece of paste.

"Ha, ha..." Klein breathed heavily. After staring at Dust's corpse silently for a while, he threw down the revolver whose magazine had been emptied by writing, and took out the embroidered pattern on the corner. The handkerchief he put on Dust's unrecognizable back lightly.

Because there are a lot of customers in the shooting range now, and the sound of gunshots can be heard everywhere, the fierce battle just now didn't attract anyone's attention, and no one noticed what happened in this old shooting range.

Klein silently closed the wooden door of the shooting range where he was, and took out the props for the psychic ritual from his formal pocket one by one. He was familiar with creating a spiritual wall and sealed off the entire room.

He completed the arrangement of the psychic ritual in a quiet environment, took out the regular pen and paper from his pocket, quickly wrote down the corresponding divination statement, and read it silently:

"Psychological alchemy will make Dust hide everything."

"Psychological alchemy will make Dust hide everything."

......

The moment he finished reciting the seventh time, Klein instantly sat on the floor, his head lowered, and he entered a dream state.

In the darkness, he saw a small room with dim light.

Dust and a man in a formal suit and sitting in a wheelchair were facing each other across the table, and the two were communicating as usual.

The man in the wheelchair said in a mellow voice:

"The next time you meet the Nighthawks, you will kill the 'divine' who knew that you heard the dragon's roar, and you will attribute all this to the fact that you have heard the ravings for a long time and cannot control the state. If you encounter an accident, you will Just inspire the seeds I gave you, and of course you have to 'forget' about it."

Dust, who was sitting across from him, had no focus, and replied in a confused manner:

"Yes, sir."

Suddenly, the colors in the entire dream were distorted and reconstructed into another scene.

This time, Dust was still sitting at the table, but there was no trace of the wheelchair man beside him. He was just looking through the visitor records of the lunatic asylum and muttered to himself:

"El, June 18th, June 27th, July 4th, and the last visit was July 4th."

He casually sat next to a comment and wrote seriously:

"Lanlvus."

With the formation of the last letter of Dr. Duster, the light in the whole scene suddenly lit up, and after a white glow, a slightly mad and tired figure of Hood Eugen appeared opposite Duster's desk.

Duster was wary of the 'teacher' who led him on the extraordinary path, and asked carefully:

"Are you planning to go back to Intis recently?"

Hood Eugen was like a machine that was mentioned as a key word. The turbidity in his eyes subsided a little, revealing a rare clarity, and said vaguely:

"I can't go back, I can't go back, there's no one left, what am I going to do when I go back?"

Dust looked at his slightly clear eyes and tentatively asked:

"Are you really a noble of Intis?"

Hood Eugen was stunned for a long time, and when Dust was about to give up, he suddenly grinned:

"Hey, do you know which sequence the Nighthawk you met before belongs to?"

"Our sequence, the Eugen family is the same, only I am an outlier, I chose an audience that is easier to hide."

Speaking of this, his expression suddenly changed, his face became sad, his voice was stained with a hoarseness, and his voice whimpered:

"I'm a coward, I should wait for that one to come back, just like my grandfather, I should..."

Looking at Hood Eugen, who was sometimes crying and sometimes resentful, Dust couldn't help clenching his hands. After struggling a few times, he gritted his teeth and threw the final question:

"You seem to have predicted that you are going crazy, why did you tell me the name Lanvus, I saw his wanted today!"

Hood Eugen, who was holding his head in remorse, suddenly stopped crying, as if he had regained his composure. He slowly raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot and full of madness, he bared his teeth, his expression twisted, Word by word "smile" and said:

"He is my friend, my friend, he told me how to approach the great method, I have a chance for revenge, haha, Dust, as long as it succeeds, the now decayed Sauron family will definitely be retributed, Dust, let's celebrate together, celebrate!"

As he was talking, Hood Eugen, who was sitting slumped in the chair, straightened up and flew towards Doctor Duster who was facing him.

The frightened Dust hurried back and rang the golden bell on the table.

With the crisp sound of the bell, the entire dream was shattered. In reality, Klein, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, raised his head that had been lowered, his eyes were flat, and he sighed secretly.

He already knew that this was an attack against the Nighthawks. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com was an action planned by the top management of the Psychology Alchemy Association for confidentiality, and Dust was just a **** under the opponent's hand.

Klein packed up the items used in the psychic ritual, removed the wall of spirituality, and walked to the front desk in silence. The front desk staff with a calm voice said:

"Can I trouble you to notify the nearby police station?"

"Let's just say that Inspector Moretti of the seventh team of the Special Operations Department of the Ahowa County Police Department requested the assistance of the same team." After speaking, Klein also deliberately took out the badges and documents that could prove his identity from his formal pocket. Show it to the staff at the front of the range.

"Uh, okay, please wait a moment." The young man at the front desk quickly scanned Klein's documents a few times, and seemed a little embarrassed to be sure.

He glanced left and right, and after confirming that no one was there, he lowered his voice and asked:

"Excuse me, what happened here?"

Klein looked at the other party's slightly flustered expression, and said calmly to the young man who was a little older than himself:

"It has been solved, but we still need to check the scene. I will block the small shooting range No. 3. If my companions come, you just need to tell them where I am, and you don't need to lead the way."

"Okay, okay." The young man standing behind the front desk responded twice, ran quickly to a small room not far away, woke up his still sleepy colleague and quickly explained the situation, and then A man ran out of the range gate.

Klein looked at the neat figure of the other party, and after explaining the situation to the employee who had just been woken up, he turned around and walked back to the small shooting range No. 3, and closed the wooden door that was scorched black by the bullets.

He stood in the old shooting range, walked slowly to Dr. Duster whose head was covered by a white handkerchief, sat down beside him, and remained silent for a long time.