Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

In the half-length mirror in the bathroom, wearing a soft hat, blond hair and blue eyes, the lady as delicate as a puppet quietly watched Klein with his hands dazed in the air, and nodded lightly.

"water."

The ethereal voice echoed in the small space of the bathroom, awakening Klein, who had no idea where his mind had drifted to.

"Ah..." Klein, who stared blankly at the mirror, felt dazed and a little overwhelmed. Knowing that he felt the coldness of the water, he hurriedly retracted his hands under the faucet. The icy cold water flowed down from his fingers.

The exhaustion accumulated at night was swept away, and Klein stared at those azure blue eyes for two seconds before he looked away as if escaping.

"MI9 came to search here...you didn't leave?"

Merging into the mirror surface with ripples like a pond, the blank-faced Miss Bodyguard floated out of it silently, her translucent body falling, and she stopped moving until she was at the level of Klein's eye level.

"They left immediately after they didn't find the body of the 'Master Puppet'." The bodyguard, who was suspended in mid-air, leisurely floated out of the bathroom, her eyes swept across the empty room, and her voice ethereal.

It seems that the purpose of MI9 should be to get the information that may exist on Rosago... They did not leave a monitor here, it should also be because Prince Edsack said hello in advance... ... Klein, who had given up on washing up, slowly followed in the footsteps of Miss Bodyguard and walked out of the bathroom together.

In the apartment with poor sound insulation, you can already hear various sounds of the surrounding residents, the clanging sound of iron products, and the muffled sound of opening and closing the door.

It was eight o'clock in Backlund time, the time when most of the senior workers and employees of small companies in Chowood went to work.

Most of the apartments here are single, and most of them are out-of-province people who have moved in from other areas, and their schedules are relatively uniform.

Klein, who picked up the fragments of decorative vase scattered by the sofa, kneaded the dizziness from his temples, and his footsteps were slightly stunned.

"I thought, I might need to take a break, the time to protect me is until today?"

"I will continue to protect you until 12 o'clock tonight." Like a real puppet, the indifferent and inorganic Miss Bodyguard thought for a while and replied softly.

Her azure blue eyes are like the bottom of a deep lake, clear and clear, reflecting Klein's figure.

From her perspective, part of Klein's spiritual body was an unhealthy orange-yellow color, and his head was vaguely covered with a grayish-white light shadow, which seemed to obscure the truth.

The bodyguard, who was suspended in the air, got closer to the sofa, and her ethereal voice became relatively real.

"You need rest."

What? Klein, who was drowsy on the sofa, with his eyelids constantly fighting, trembled, and a look of surprise appeared on his listless face.

Since Maric accepted the bodyguard task instead, this is the first sentence that Miss Bodyguard has said that has nothing to do with the task!

Looking at Klein's surprised eyes, the bodyguard in the black palace dress suddenly raised her body, her figure became thinner, and her voice was as ethereal as ever.

"Fatigue makes it easier to kill."

Hearing the frugal speech characteristic of Miss Bodyguard, Klein was stunned for a few seconds, and then he realized what the other party meant.

Although I have already given the money, if I die under the protection of Miss Bodyguard, even if I die because of my own reasons, it may still break some of the rules she follows?

But isn't the sequence she is in "Wraith"? If it's to fit the acting method, it should be like a real ghost, taking people's lives and occupying other people's bodies is more appropriate, right?

But if it wasn't for acting, why did she do this step, she seemed to care about restraint in handling some things?

She didn't even ask why I was invited by the prince...

Klein's divergent thoughts were mixed with all kinds of questions, but these questions from different ideas disappeared without a trace when he fell on the single bed in the apartment under the pull of gravity. .

The various sounds and movements outside the room continued, but Klein closed his eyes at this time, and there was no longer any response.

The sun rose, and it really climbed to the top of the mountain. The warm warmth dominated the earth. In front of the golden light sprinkled on the window, the figure was thin, as if the illusory Miss Bodyguard bowed slightly, and once disappeared into the field of vision, silently. .

............

"Mr. Evans, the president is already waiting for you."

The waiter in the "Daily Observer" newspaper carefully guided the gentleman who had registered his visit time at the front desk a few days ago. In the slightly noisy conversation and the pleasant rhythm of the standard typewriter, the guests were brought to the door of the president's office.

He held his right hand vacantly and tapped a few times, until he heard a vigorous "come in" coming from the office, then opened the door lightly and reached out his hand sideways.

Dunn, who had been following behind the waiter, nodded, and then walked into the president's office, which was filled with various documents and was not luxuriously decorated.

"Good morning, Mr. Rosen." With a pair of golden glasses on the bridge of his nose, the bookish Louis Evans stretched out his right hand in the eyes of Mr. Rosen, the president of the "Daily Observer" newspaper. greeted.

This Mr. President, who was out of shape and had a lot of fat in his abdomen, smiled and held Dunn's outstretched right hand like a common old grandfather in some villages in Dixi Bay.

"Good morning Mr. Evans, I saw your registration very early, but the Ripper case and the **** rotting corpse have been haunting us lately, and I really don't have time."

With his fat body separated by a fairly spacious desk, he kept shaking his hands, and his movements were rather reluctant.

If it is other members of the newspaper, they will be very surprised to see their president like this in front of this Evans detective, because the last time Mr. Rosen took such initiative was when Mr. Hibbert Hall invested in the newspaper. when injecting funds.

Dunn, whose right hand was tightly held, smiled reluctantly. Although he had been a senior inspector in the police station through his relationship with the night watchman, even so, he had never been treated so warmly.

Compared with this kind of life, I am more used to the straight-forward style in the next street... He sighed not so clearly, and the corners of his mouth rose:

"Mr. Rosen, I think since you've been so busy lately, it's better for us to quickly resolve the matter at hand."

With that said, Dunn, whose expression was already a little stiff, calmly pulled out his right hand from Rosen's hand, and sat down together on the free sofa in the office under the guidance of the other party.

He was treated so warmly not only because of his recent reputation with Mr. Babbage, but also because he volunteered to reveal the identity of the Evans family when he registered.

Dunn, who has only slightly started to be Louis Evans in Backlund after a period of time, has been trying to digest the potion in recent weeks, because he feels that he has been throbbing since his resurrection. "Darkness" showed signs of calm, and he decided to really try to get revenge.

Although it is not necessary to kill Ince Zangwill and Lanvus now, Dunn believes that he must at least grasp the general whereabouts of the two, so that he can truly carry out revenge after promotion in the future.

Dunn is more familiar with official channels than hiring gangsters to inquire about news, so he will take the initiative to contact the president who is in charge of most of the affairs of a newspaper through the identity of the Evans family.

On the soft sofa, well-placed cushions supported Dunn's body, giving him the illusion that he wanted to actively relax.

Since the resurrection, I can more clearly identify the dream and reality... Dunn had no reason to think, but it only lasted for a moment, and the divergent thoughts were extinguished.

"Mr. Rosen, can I become a text reporter for your newspaper under the premise of maintaining my identity as a private investigator?"

"Rest assured, I'm not asking for a salary."

............

Without taking off his formal clothes, Klein, who was leaning over to sleep soundly on the single bed, turned over reluctantly.

dong dong dong!

Not very friendly, the knock on the door was not controlled at all, the closed door vibrated continuously, grains existed in the cracks, and the unnoticed dust fell with the vibration.

Hiss, it hurts, it hurts... I feel like I can't feel my left hand...

Klein, who was struggling to get out of the bed and sleepiness, propped his head up~www.NovelMTL.com~ only felt a tinnitus in his ears, and the world in front of him seemed to be stained with a layer of black veil, making it impossible to see clearly.

In his brain, the thumping sound of rushing blood continued to reverberate. Although the two sides of the temples no longer felt a little pain and emptiness, an inexplicable swelling and heaviness lingered and lingered all the time.

Who is it... He has already stepped out of the bed, his left hand smooths out the creases squeezed on his suit, and Klein's footsteps are a little flimsy, while his right hand randomly takes out a pocket watch from the inside of his shirt.

He glanced roughly at the time on his pocket watch, then his face darkened even more, but his body still staggered forward.

At twelve noon, he slept for more than three hours in total.

click.

With a sullen expression, Klein opened the door, and immediately regained his spirits, a faint light flickered in his ice-blue eyes.

At this time, it was none other than his landlord, the manager of the apartment, Mr. Agron.

Klein, who hadn't opened the envelope given by Prince Edsack since he came back, felt a little guilty, coughed subconsciously, and then asked himself:

"Mr. Agron, what's the matter?"

This gentleman's current mental state is also not good. Although he has not reached the state of Klein's spirituality, there is a faint bloodshot in his eyes.

He took a deep look at Klein and took the initiative to turn sideways, revealing the waiter in red uniform who had been standing on the side of the wall.

Miller Carter's temporary housekeeper, Angelo looked at Klein who was in poor condition. Although he was a little surprised, he still followed the employer's request and said seriously:

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Sherlock Moriarty?"

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