Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

The band in the corner of the Golden Hall played music again, and several pairs of sparse dance partners hugged each other, and either jerky or familiar slipped to the center of the dance floor. The lonely ladies and young ladies watched on, and some impatient dancers danced lightly. The dance moves forward actively, showing the floating dress.

Sitting alone on the empty bench, the stone-like silent man stared quietly in front of him. Everything around him seemed to have nothing to do with him. Only the few people talking in front of him caught his interest and let him Can't take my eyes off.

Standing in the back, Klein, who had been watching Lopez and Mike's mood swings through his spiritual vision, tilted his head, as if he didn't care about the content of the next conversation.

With a deep smile, Mike, who took the initiative to put himself in a low profile, shrugged impolitely.

"Then please start."

His eyes were flat, but Lopez, who had complicated thoughts in his head, nodded slightly, and whispered in a slightly hoarse voice:

"Actually, it's very simple. Siebel is my kindly adopted child. She's very cute and likable. The only downside is that she's not very clever when she learns things."

Speaking, she seemed to have really become a kind adoptive mother who bemoaned the misfortune of this little girl, and sighed.

"Unfortunately, after she accompanied a gentleman home that day, she suffered misfortune and died on her way home in the early morning."

"Her misfortune has caused many other children here to panic and dare not go out casually recently. I treated you that way before because many unscrupulous reporters harassed these children, who only care about their own interests. But I have never looked down from the high above, and never looked at us poor people."

"Fortunately, there are honest reporters like you, Mr. Clement." Lopez glanced at the fake documents in Mike's hand and smiled.

Mike, who kept simplifying records in his notebook, also raised his head and answered in a timely manner:

"Of course, it's my honor to be able to help you. I don't know what else I can do for you?"

"Oh." Lopez was surprised in a low voice, and then his smile became brighter. "Of course, I think we have indeed encountered some troubles recently. It would be great if we could borrow the power of the 'Uncrowned King' in your hands."

"Of course." Mike Pei smiled, and Klein, who was watching behind him, couldn't help but draw his attention back, and began to observe the reporter's every move indistinctly, preparing to learn this kind of experience from the public opinion field. ability.

Lopez, who was holding the wine glass, moved slightly and carefully placed the wine glass on the small table in front of the single sofa.

At some point, there was no one around them, as if a vacuum was formed, and at the outermost there were older ladies walking around, blocking all curious gentlemen.

"Actually, Sibel can be considered to have escaped the disaster, although I don't know which is more tortured by such a brutal killing or a darker life."

Mike, who was recording, suddenly frowned and almost didn't react. Behind him, Klein still looked like he had nothing to do with him, just guarding the moving women around him.

Lopez, who put on a pitiful look, looked at Mike's furrowed brows and explained, "Mr. Clement, since you are a reporter, you must know that there are some controversial gentlemen in Chorwood, and we are behind them. One of the backers that I dare not even think about, one of them has only recently made a big splash, and he wants some good-looking children to put in his newly bought manor."

"Chorwood District, you've only been in the limelight recently, Ms. Lopez, you might be able to speak more clearly?" Mike's frowning brows did not ease at all.

But Lopez seemed really frightened and refused to speak, just repeating that he had a backer and had some connections with the Eastern District, and refused to provide more information.

"Okay, I think that should be enough, I'm ashamed to bother you today." Mike closed his shorthand, not mentioning Tilary Byrne at all.

Lopez, who still had a small smile on his face, shook his head.

"Actually, you've already helped me a lot. I didn't even have a chance to say anything about the Iris incident before."

In order to express her gratitude, she specially called the bodyguard who was standing not far away, and asked him to send Klein and Mike away, and sent them to the door in one breath.

The sun went down a little to the west. Klein looked deeply at the bodyguard who was standing in front of the golden rose gate and looked at him, and finally withdrew his gaze.

"What did you hear about her last words?"

The reason why he didn't care just now was because he really felt that he had forgotten something in his mind, and secondly, from the perspective of Spirit Vision, both Lopez and Mike were acting!

Mike, whose face was ashen, tidied up his jacket, looked around, and said in a low voice:

"Hmph, the killer of the Crazy Ripper and the Rotten Male Corpse has not been found, but a human trafficker may have been found!"

He didn't give Klein a chance to ask questions, but walked to the avenue in the distance with his bodyguard and took the opportunity to explain.

"If what Lopez said just now is true, Kapin, who has just moved into the Chorwood district recently, may be the villain who had a crooked mind on Jin Rose."

Capin?

Klein frowned slightly.

"Human traffickers?"

"You're not going to report him, are you?"

"How is it possible, there is no big evidence that can be directly exposed, and he can't be brought down at all." Mike shook his head, then smiled sarcastically, and laughed at himself, "Oh, the 'Uncrowned King', how can a reporter deserve this title."

Klein, who couldn't see his emotions, tried to speak several times, but couldn't say anything, and looked away.

Suddenly, his spiritual intuition made a masterpiece, and in the prediction screen fed back by the "clown", a spiral bullet was about to strike.

"Be careful!" Klein, who was wearing a black double-breasted coat, turned his waist sharply, and with a wave of his right hand holding his cane, he grabbed Mike, who was at a loss, and pushed him to the ground.

boom!

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

boom!

By the window on the second floor of the Golden Rose, Lopez stared indifferently at Mike who was pushed down by Klein and escaped, sneered, and let go of his fingers on the blinds.

Twisting her slender waist, she walked unhurriedly to the depths of the corridor on the second floor, stood in front of a dark brown door, inhaled slowly, and tapped a few times.

"Come in."

Just now, Lopez, who was at ease with the reporter, took a deep breath, and immediately squeezed a small smile from the corner of his mouth, and gently opened the door without making a sound.

"Sir, I just passed the news of Cappin through a reporter."

This room is not small, and there is an extremely exaggerated huge mahogany desk in the center.

A tall man in formal suit was sitting behind the table with his back to the door, stroking a blindfolded young lady in his arms.

Lopez just bowed and stood at the door, not daring to take another step.

The man walking behind the table snorted, his rough voice chuckled.

"Kapin's work is too crude, and sooner or later, the church will find out."

As he spoke, he seemed to think of something, and the movements in his hands increased, causing a groan in his arms.

"I don't know if the **** there reported the lunatic of the Aurora Society, and they set the fire on our heads. It seems that we can only walk back in the future."

Lopez, who was standing at the door, was like a sculpture, not daring to make a sound at all, and fine beads of sweat had already leaked out on his forehead.

Today, Mr. is acting a little strange, and he usually doesn't talk so much to himself.

It's like she just took orders, helped Kapin, and then stumbled to find opportunities to betray Kapin according to the order.

She stood stiffly at the door, her calf trembling slightly.

The discordant voices in the room grew louder and louder, and after a long time, the gentleman waved his hand impatiently as if he remembered something.

Lopez, who received the approval, quickly backed out, carefully closed the door, so that he would not dare to take another step, and after a few sharp turns, he disappeared on the second floor.

In the golden hall, the gentleman who was like a stone sculpture leaned against the back of the chair slowly, his icy eyes gradually became dazed, and the dark gray eyes gradually became clearer, as if he had lost his spirit of glass beads. You can see the screen after this.

In the reflection of these eyeballs, on the ocean of the subconscious, a gentleman who had been sitting on the edge of the barren island stood up unhurriedly, his wise blue eyes turned into needles, and the thick gray scales covered the dark red formal attire.

A young student who was reading a law book several kilometers away suddenly collapsed on his desk, apparently asleep.

The light around him was not obviously distorted. An old gentleman in a dark red formal suit with vertical pupils stepped out of the air and looked at the constantly floating shadows.

Wow~www.NovelMTL.com~ The darkness in the corner of the wall surged like a tidal wave, and a young man with a weak breath climbed out with difficulty, his dark red eyes mixed with a little malice.

"I almost couldn't contain his erosion. Next time, you will do things like divert the 'Mist of Uncertainty' puppet."

Angelwed, who was wearing the skin of Herben Rambis, smiled slightly, and his figure was blurred again.

There was a little "chaos" on his body, and there was a very regular wound on his abdomen that was cut and squirmed. Fabti stomped his feet angrily, and the sticky shadow on the floor instantly boiled.

With a bang, the sleeping law student crawling on the table fell into a deep sleep forever before he woke up, his brains splashed all over the floor, red, white, and yellow, and the floor, tabletop, and ceiling were blurred.

The boiling shadow gradually rose, and it was about to drown Fabti along his ankles.

This ancient **** is going to leave here by turning into a shadow.

Suddenly, the blood flowing between the cracks in the floor swelled up strangely, and the ancient **** who was leaving was as stiff as a broken puppet.

In front of him, the elven words composed of blood were constantly reorganized, forming a sentence without a signature.

"Help me with one thing, and I'll give you a chance."

"I need you to share a demigod trait..."

Below or above the house, in the spiritual world, the direction completely loses its meaning.

An illusory creature wearing a tattered robe with translucent worms constantly wriggling around its neckline is escaping spirituality.

From the depths of the robe, dry hands controlled the vague symbols in the spiritual world, affecting the blood words that were changing in reality.

Beside it, two stray net lights happened to "pass by" here, and the information flow condensed with huge knowledge covered up all traces.

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