Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me Chapter 29

"No, no, you have to be polite, Congressman Maynard was a decent gentleman..." Klein lowered his body and laughed a few times, restraining the corners of his mouth that kept turning up, and straightened up.

He looked over at the big dark red bed on which Congressman Maynard was lying, ready to take a closer look at Congressman Maynard to see if there was anything else wrong with him.

Suddenly, he heard an eerie sound, like the sound of a dilapidated bellows, causing him to get a lump and sweat on his back.

The moment he looked at the bed, Congressman Maynard, who was already stiff and had corpse spots on his body, suddenly straightened his body, holding the dark red sheet tightly with both hands, and the blood vessel roots on the back of his hands that had lost blood activity. Root burst into flames, his eyes were wide open, and he stared at the part below Klein's waist.

"Depend on!"

Klein rarely spoke Chinese in reality, and his thoughts stagnated in shock. With only instinctive movements, he twisted sideways and grabbed the silver-inlaid black cane that had been placed on the left side of his legs.

Congressman Maynard rolled his empty, bloodshot eyes, and caught a glimpse of Klein's movement of twisting his body. The stiff arms covered with black marks pushed hard, driving his heavy body and a suffocating wind to pounce. Towards the inside of Klein's left leg!

What is this!

Because I died disgracefully, so you don't want to die beautifully? Klein, whose fingertips just touched the silver-encrusted black staff, squatted down abruptly. With the bonus brought by the "Joker" potion to his body, he could clearly see that Congressman Maynard was "slowly" flying past him. The top of his head was about to hit the back of the high-back chair.

Taking this opportunity, he slightly adjusted the position of his legs, which were slightly restricted by the full squatting activity, and quickly stabilized his center of gravity after shaking. Congressman Nader slammed it out.

Boom!

Congressman Maynard's naked body slammed heavily on the dark red wooden door of the guest room and landed on the second floor, which was uncarpeted and only had a solid wooden floor.

He was slightly obese, and his body, which had deteriorated due to aging, twitched a few times, and he had a tendency to struggle to stand up again.

Inspector Toler, who was standing outside the door, heard a loud noise from inside the house, and hurriedly twisted the brass-colored door lock, only to find that the door lock seemed to have been damaged by an unexplained impact and could not be opened for a while.

Klein looked at Senator Maynard, who was about to struggle to get up, and subconsciously put his hand under his armpit, ready to pull out the revolver from the gun pocket, and use the Demon Hunter bullet to help him look decent.

Congressman Maynard, who had just struggled to his feet, seemed to sense the malice from the young man in the inspector's clothes opposite, drooling in his mouth, waving his stiff blue limbs, and rushing towards Klein.

Klein didn't have time to take out the revolver from the gun pocket under his arm, so he could only wave the stick with his right hand and put his left hand into the trouser pocket of his thigh, ready to release the "sleeping spell" hidden in it at any time.

The sturdy cane slammed up from below, swirling a blurry black shadow, and fell heavily on Congressman Maynard's chin, pushing him out again.

At this moment, Klein's hand in the trouser pocket of his left leg suddenly felt a cold and soft touch.

Mr. Azik's copper whistle? Klein's body that was planning to move further suddenly stopped.

Congressman Maynard seemed to have been lunging at my left leg just now. He was not aiming at the part below my waist, but at the copper whistle in my trouser pocket?

As his thoughts flickered, Klein looked at Senator Maynard, who was struggling again. A thought flashed through his mind. He took out Mr. Azik's copper whistle in his left hand and threw it out with all his might.

The brass-colored copper whistle bounced a few times on the darker ground and rolled in front of Mr. Maynard, only an arm's distance away from him.

Senator Maynard, who was squirming and struggling on the ground, suddenly stopped moving, slowly raised his head, stretched out his slightly twisted arm, and climbed towards the copper whistle that reflected the soft light.

He opened his mouth that had gathered a lot of saliva, and seemed to be about to swallow the copper whistle that was very attractive to him.

At this moment, a silver-white talisman was shot down in front of him several times, and reflected in his empty, cloudy eyeballs.

"Aha?"

This seemed to be beyond his brain's comprehension, Congressman Maynard tilted his head slightly, the saliva from his mouth flowed out slightly, dripping onto the floor, and on his eyeballs, a burst of crimson light burst out, bringing him The consciousness of "resurrection after death" has returned to the goddess' kingdom of God.

Klein cautiously looked at the corpse of Congressman Maynard, which had completely lost its life, and the saliva was dripping from the corner of his mouth. .

I hope that Mr. Azik's copper whistle did not get saliva from Congressman Maynard... Klein squatted down slightly, carefully avoiding the saliva that had spread into a piece, and picked up the saliva that was lying on the ground quietly. Copper whistle on the floor.

Slightly sweating on his body, Klein held the copper whistle between his two fingers, and took a careful look around to make sure that nothing unclean was standing on it before he let out a sigh of relief.

Boom!

Inspector Tolle, who had been blocked from the outside by the dark red wooden door, ran for a while outside the door and slammed the door open. He was stunned and watched as he ran off the bed for some reason. Congressman Maynard, who had seen many marks of beating, couldn't help but murmured, and after a long pause, he asked tremblingly:

"Inspector Moretti, what happened?"

Klein calmly picked up the silver-inlaid black cane that he had put on the floor just now, and carefully installed Mr. Ards' copper whistle. A thought suddenly flashed through his mind. His voice was as calm as possible, the corners of his mouth slightly Upturned, he replied slightly exaggeratedly:

"Menard Maynard suddenly woke up just now. He wanted to tell me some secrets, but I was afraid to hear something bad, so I refused."

"This is not the time to be joking!" Inspector Toller clutched his heart, panted low, and lowered his voice, "How am I going to explain this to Congressman Maynard's wife!"

Klein looked at the slightly annoyed Inspector Toler, who tried his best to suppress the panic before him. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he asked back:

"The daughter of the new party leader, the wife of Congressman Maynard is back?"

Inspector Tolle also seemed to have slowed down, turned his head to look outside the house, and found that no one noticed, he carefully closed the door, and asked in a low voice:

"In this case, what should I do now?"

"He just sat up suddenly after my examination. I haven't figured out the specific reason. I think I need to do a purification for Congressman Maynard." , the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, "You don't want his wife and children to have another 'cordial communication' when they say goodbye to him, right?"

Inspector Toler's face twitched involuntarily, his lips pursed a few times, and he said in a hoarse voice:

"I'll let you go and settle this matter as soon as possible."

Immediately, he backhanded and opened the dark red wooden door whose lock had lost its function, turned around and walked out, guarding the door.

Klein watched Inspector Toler's tall and generous figure completely disappear behind the door, nodded secretly, took out Mr. Azik's copper whistle, which he hurriedly put into his pocket, and frowned.

Congressman Maynard, who just turned into a corpse, has been longing for this copper whistle?

That's right, Mr. Azik has a close relationship with the God of Death, and may even be the descendant of the God of Death. His related items must be desired by undead such as living corpses.

Klein subconsciously raised his head and glanced at the corpse of Congressman Maynard, who had a miserable appearance. After thinking about it, he took out the ritual-related items first, and used the ritual magic commonly used by the Nighthawks for haunting.

After confirming that he had been thoroughly purified, Klein moved the body of Congressman Maynard back to the bed with relative ease, and used a white cloth to cover up the marks of beating on Congressman Maynard's body.

After doing all this, he let out a long sigh of relief, and sat slightly relaxed on the high-back chair that had been knocked down by Congressman Maynard. He took out the pen and paper in his formal pocket, and wrote down the divination statement. , took off the citrine on the left wrist, hung it above the divination sentence, and read it silently.

"Just now Congressman Maynard changed into a living corpse because of Mr. Azik's copper whistle."

The citrine pendant slowly turned clockwise, affirming this guess.

Klein then wrote another divination statement below it:

"There were no extraordinary factors in the death of Senator Maynard."

After meditating seven times, the citrine pendant that was quietly hanging above the divination statement turned clockwise again, but after three laps, it slowly hovered in the air again, as if hesitating.

Could this really involve extraordinary factors?

But the result I got from the dream divination just now doesn't seem to be related to the Extraordinary factor. Could it be a kind of use of Extraordinary ability?

Can't this mean that I finally used a cane to help Congressman Maynard return to "calm", so the results of the divination showed that extraordinary factors were mixed?

Klein frowned tightly. The more he thought about it, the more outrageous he became. The expression on his face gradually became numb. Finally, he put away the pen and paper, and wrapped the citrine pendant around his left wrist.

He carefully bypassed the wooden floor where Congressman Maynard's saliva remained, and knocked lightly on the dark red wooden door.

Inspector Tolle, who was outside guarding the door, alerting whether anyone was approaching, heard a light knock on the door, turned around carefully, opened a crack in the door, and quickly got in.

He glanced at the guest room, which had basically been restored to its original state, and said in a low voice:

"Is it all right?"

"Hehe, you can go and say hello to him and see if he will respond to you." Klein raised his eyebrows and said with a low smile.

Inspector Toler's original serious expression suddenly lost control, and there was a hint of mania in his deep voice:

"Then did you find out how he died?"

Inspector, I just want to do a more exaggerated performance. I want to see if I can "digest" the "Clown" potion. Why do you feel like you're about to break your defense... Klein couldn't help but slandered a few words in his heart. .

Of course, due to the emergency situation at the police station, he still cleared his throat and said sternly:

"Menard Maynard really died of physical factors, similar to overexertion."

Inspector Tolle glanced at Congressman Maynard, who had been covered by a white cloth, with a lingering fear, and said:

"Then report it like this. By the way, did you find out who the lady who left traces in this room yesterday?"

Can you be sure that I have this ability? Klein thought thoughtfully:

"The one I met downstairs just now, the Ms. Sharon who was entangled beside Mr. Bona."

Immediately, he turned his head to look at Inspector Tolle, and saw the fleeting look of "knowing everything" on the other's face, and he was no longer as tense as before:

"I'll take care of the rest of the finishing touches. Believe me, when it comes to this kind of issue, women's quarrels can always overwhelm everything."

Klein took out a coin and tossed it at random, saying casually:

"I hope you can complete your work smoothly."

Snapped! The coin flipped several times in the air and fell back to Klein's hand.

A frayed and slightly blurred head of George III looks solemnly at the sky, reverse side.

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In a dressing room inside the Golden Rose Ballroom, droplets of illusory gray "water droplets" kept dripping from the roof of the single room, forming a large puddle on the floor, causing waves of ripples.

The soothing music and the dancing girl's smile kept slipping in through the crack of the door, echoing in the small space of the dressing room, echoing with the clearer sounds outside.

Boom.

There was a muffled sound on the flimsy, thin wooden door of the dressing room, and the deep and mellow male voice and the soft female voice slid into the enclosed space along the trembling of the door.

The dance party outside the door is still going on. Several gentlemen in formal suits and ladies with blonde or brown hair and complex or simple and gorgeous dresses are sitting in different places. They seem to ignore the small dressing room. movement.

After the man and woman who hit the wooden door just now squeezed into the small wooden door belonging to the locker room, as the wooden door closed, the connection between the locker room and the outside world seemed to be completely separated due to the closing of the door, unknowingly. form a conceptual rule.

As the music in the ballroom changed from tactful to high-pitched, a lady and a gentleman folded their dresses and strolled into the dance floor in pairs.

No one noticed that a thin white mist was silently escaping from the crack of the thin wooden door.

Behind that door, the "illusory" gray liquid was gone, replaced by a hazy white mist that diffused throughout the narrow space, and a girl who only showed part of her figure in the white mist, not looking like a real girl.

He stood on a mess of men's clothes, slowly slid down against the wooden door, and slumped on the ground with an unnatural blush on his face.

"finally…"

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