Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

Detective Moriarty, whose mental state suddenly improved for some reason, looked at the former aristocratic mansion in front of him and shook his head slightly.

His evaluation is that it is not as good as Prince Edsac's Red Rose Manor.

"Sir, my master is already waiting for you." Angelo, who had sorted out his appearance, turned his body and slightly raised his hand to the garden entrance where waiters and workers came and went. The garden filled with a lot of building materials and a few workers who were discussing things, skillfully avoided the obstacles piled up on the ground, and smoothly entered the main house located in the back of the garden.

With the help of Miller Carter's money, the environment of the main house lobby has become more perfect than when Louis Evans was invited to explore the basement a few days ago. The bright glass ornaments hang on the roof, and with the support of the installed gas lights, the ceiling is reflected. The soft-painted tiles on it shine brightly.

Miller Carter, who was sitting alone on an ordinary wooden chair and instructing the workers, seemed to hear the movement behind him. He turned his head uncertainly, slightly turbid, as if his eyes stained with oil were staring at the already. Sherlock Moriarty, who had regained a certain spirit and exuded a mature and calm temperament, nodded affirmatively, and took the initiative to go forward and say hello:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Moriarty."

"You really are as mature and wise as your education."

Holding the right hand that Mr. Carter took the initiative to stretch out, Klein put a smile on the corner of his mouth and said jokingly:

"Thank you for your trust, Mr. Carter. You can own such a big house. The beautiful painted tiles on the roof that I don't know how to describe make me nervous enough. I really don't know how I can help you?"

With deep wrinkles on his face, Carter, who had a serious expression, shrank his brows a few times, but within a second, a blunt smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

His eyes swept over Klein vaguely, looked back, and looked at the temporary butler he had just promoted, his voice was slightly hoarse.

"Didn't Angelo introduce you to me? I'm going to ask you to investigate the hidden room in the basement?"

"No, how can it be, Mr. Angelo is a very responsible housekeeper, but I regret it when I see the decorations in your houses." The Klein state that has begun to enter the Moriarty setting Looking around casually, he smiled indifferently, "I'm afraid there are some precious antiques in the basement. If those are damaged, I can't afford to pay."

Saying that, Klein silently released Mr. Carter's hand and took two steps back.

This way of speaking is not Klein's style, it can even be said to be completely opposite to him, but after experiencing the incident of Ambassador Intis and the summons of His Royal Highness, Klein is more determined to use the sealed artifact in his hand to advance in advance. Create an image that is different from your original image.

He remembered very clearly that in the books under the solidification of "Mystery", the corresponding name of the Sequence Six of "The Diviner" was "Faceless Man". The role of "people" should involve the part of playing other people, and it is definitely not limited to simply changing appearances and appearances.

Don't know if this kind of early play helps with "digestion", but a separate identity is also better for my stealth... just don't know when I'll be like a real professor, I remember The flaw that Holmes found in the professor's home was a priceless oil painting... With a little regret, Klein, who maintained a mature temperament, blinked, took the initiative to break the embarrassment, and asked about the commissioner. price.

After the divination on the carriage just now, there is no danger in investigating Mr. Carter's basement.

"Mr. Carter, I think even if there are antiques in the basement, I can take them out intact for you. I have always been very interested in history."

"In the car just now, Mr. Angelo has told me that you are a generous customer for the fifty-pound entrustment fee."

Realizing that he was being made a joke, Mr. Carter froze for a moment, and then nodded stunned, his face a little unsightly.

He could understand that it was the Moriarty Detective's dissatisfaction that he had called him at noon, but he was still slightly offended by the old-school gentleman's habit.

"I don't really expect any antiques in there." The old gentleman muttered, his body's long-established habit restrained his urge to stroke his forehead, and his raised right hand was a little overwhelmed.

Seemingly hesitating for a second, he slowly put down his right hand, swept his eyes, looked at those icy blue eyes that had been incomparably flat, and suggested:

"If you can go down now, I don't think we need to take the time to sign the contract."

In fact, I don't have a contract either... After arriving in Backlund, Klein, who has been plagued by various matters, has obviously forgotten to find a lawyer and appoint a contract. At this time, there is one less trouble, and he is also good at it. nodded, looking submissive.

Under the leadership of Mr. Carter and Angelo, Klein lightly tapped the chain-blade cane in his hand, all the way to the basement where there was no light.

wow.

With an Angelo following Mr. Carter's side, the lantern placed in the corner of the basement was lit, and a hot and bright light was ignited in this closed and dark room.

Klein, who was squinted by the sudden light, supported the black sheet metal frame that had fallen on the bridge of his nose, the upper and lower teeth touched gently, and his spiritual vision opened silently.

In the vision tainted with spiritual light, the gray-white door in front of Klein stood quietly, surrounded by a circle of ordinary darkness, without the slightest trace of spiritual light, as if it was just an ordinary space after this. Not even the rats, snakes and worms that used it.

"I can do the rest alone." Klein took the lantern handed over, looked at Angelo who was pulling up his sleeves and seemed to want to help, and shook his head gently.

Under the gaze of the eyes behind him, he did not make any preparations, but directly held the stone gate with both hands, carrying a cane, and pushed open a gap without much effort.

As the heavy zaza sound stopped, Klein, who had been blessed by spirit vision and had a certain night vision ability, looked like one of them.

Behind the stone door, a long and narrow corridor covered with dark slate leads to the darkness. At the end of it, there are still several wooden doors full of traces of time and conservative corrosion standing on both sides.

He glanced at the distance and looked at the style of the corridor in the distance. He could still see some exaggerated wooden doors, as well as the scattered items dropped by the nearby workers during construction. Klein made a normal gesture backwards, carrying a lantern, step by step. in depth.

Even judging from those wooden doors that were obviously updated, the replacement of the wooden doors by the previous viscounts should have been a matter of the time of Emperor Roselle... After the mobilization, after a review, most of the historical knowledge has been restored. Klein nodded secretly and went all the way to the end.

Looking at the door that was illuminated by the light and everything became clear, Klein projected his gaze forward and saw only some simple wooden chairs similar in style to the door, as well as an extremely empty hall.

He didn't stop for a long time, but directly put the cane and the lantern in his hands, his back was linked with his arms, his muscles quickly burst, and in a sour friction, he slowly pushed open the tightly closed heavy stone door. .

In Spirit Vision's field of vision, the black and white monotonous world was suddenly dyed with a touch of color, a little bit of aura emerged, and countless thin auras that stopped moving and tangled together took up most of the eyes.

Klein tightened his head, released his hands, and quickly took a few steps back.

The gap in the stone gate no longer widened, but the aura and spiritual brilliance vaguely revealed behind it did not move, and seemed to remain stunned.

It's not a creature lurking in the ground... After waiting for a few seconds and discovering that there was indeed no change, Klein supported his arms again and made the gap that had been opened wider.

There was another harsh rubbing sound, and the heavy stone door finally opened, truly connecting the inside and outside.

At the same time, Klein, who had not yet stepped into the hidden room, also smelled a rotten smell mixed with the stench of blood, and he exaggeratedly pulled out the chain blade stored in the cane shell.

The light from the horse lantern is not too strong, and on the floor of the empty and cold hall, there are countless poisonous snakes of various colors and types, regardless of you and me, tightly intertwined with each other, one by one or hugging each other. In groups, or entangled bundles, a creamy and sinister nausea hits my face.

Although this scene was already evil enough, the place that really made Klein on guard was the terrifying snake group that covered the entire ground. Without exception, all of them were dead.

Most of the venomous snakes entangled with each other on the ground showed signs of decay, their sharp fangs were stained with filthy black and purple, and a faint scarlet mist was suspended above the corpse, unable to linger.

Feeling the deadly stillness in the hall, Klein almost frowned.

Not long ago, a large evil ceremony was held here!

Considering that he was underground, Klein did not pay attention to his spirituality even though he was in a cold sweat, activating the flame attached to the chain blade in his hand. In this case, this weapon could hardly inspire extraordinary power.

"What the **** happened here?" Klein asked in a deep voice to the empty left side without turning his eyes.

The light in the air was silently distorted, and under the ripples of colorless ripples, the bodyguard lady, who was as delicate as a puppet, revealed her figure. There was a trace of solemnity hidden in her blue eyes, and her voice was ethereal.

"The breath of 'devil'."

"demon"?

Klein subconsciously remembered the "devil" murder case he encountered in the early morning, and couldn't help but have a little doubt.

Could it be that this is the lair where the "devil" hides?

Although the basement lurking in the Viscount's mansion is gloomy and cold, because it has been unowned for many years, it is indeed very likely to become an excellent lair for these evil forces to hide, and it is indeed not easy to be found here.

But judging from the frequency of reports in the newspapers, this "demon" should not seem to have the need to use creatures without intelligence to perform rituals.

Klein subconsciously wanted to explore inward, but as soon as his left foot stepped out, he immediately retracted it.

Although he has seen many extraordinary events that can be called terrifying, and he himself has been stained with blood, he can't take the step in front of him at this time.

When he was still Zhou Mingrui, the snake was his shadow all along, not to mention the huge crowd gathered in front of him!

Cough, it's all just dead here, it's all just dead here... The cold sweat behind him has soaked his shirt, and Klein, who keeps getting more wet, keeps hinting to himself in his heart, trying to overcome his fear.

Finally, under the not-so-obviously curious eyes of Miss Bodyguard, Klein took a difficult step, his movements were stiff and stagnant, and after making progress, he gradually became normal.

He cautiously bypassed the corpses of snakes that were mostly piled up in the center of the hall, almost sticking to the wall full of marks of slashing by knives and axes, and walked to the middle and rear of the hall where there were no corpses of poisonous snakes.

Are these the remains of the Quaternary Epoch?

Seeing the huge columns that were ignored by myself just now, most of them were distributed in the corners, and the dark black stone slabs all around.

Klein was facing the metal round rods hanging from the high dome, and his gaze was constantly on the candlestick composed of round rods carved with different creatures at the lower end, looking sideways.

Upside-down candlesticks, marks of knife and axe cuts, deep blackness... these are the signature features of the fourth season's architecture.

As a former history student and one of the few auxiliary talents in the Blackthorn Security Company, Klein has read a lot of similar records~www.NovelMTL.com~ in the literature.

He raised the lantern in his hand, and as he walked slowly, he counted the candlesticks neatly distributed on both sides.

It took two full minutes for the too wide hall to let Klein count the number of candlesticks completely.

"41 on the left, 40 on the right, this is the standard for a great noble. Here is Backlund. This and which family belong to, Antigonus? Or Zarath?"

He murmured to himself, shook his head slightly, and immediately refuted his own judgment, causing the bodyguard, who was floating aside, with a curious look in his eyes, to look sideways.

"No, it shouldn't be the Zarath family. The capital of the ancient Solomon Empire was not Backlund. Judging from the area where the ruins are distributed, Loen's current territory should be the part occupied by the original Tudor Empire. The remains of the Antigonus family..."

In the document that Mr. Azik entrusted Klein to collect on his behalf, it happened to mention a similar inference about the territories of the three major empires.

Finally, Klein, who had returned the same way, returned to the part where he first saw the candlestick.

In this spacious and magnificent hall, he felt a little insignificance. Although the hall here is definitely not as good as the ancient palace that resembles a giant's residence in the gray fog, this does not affect Klein's sigh of history at this time.

This can definitely be called a major discovery!

Just when he was about to sigh, the spiritual intuition in his mind suddenly vibrated, and Klein, who was slightly relaxed, suddenly tensed, his body turned sideways suddenly, and his eyes were sharp.

Under the light of the horse lantern, the corresponding high place was extremely silent. There was no trace of spirituality on the high platform half a meter higher. Only two tall black ancient chairs quietly reigned here, staring at everything.

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