Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me Chapter 34

Yesterday, Klein, who had gone through two high-intensity battles, squinted his eyes under the noon sun. After a few turns, he forced himself to get up from the bed, and looked sleepily at the man on the head of the bed. , The silver pocket watch that has undergone several repairs, took a hard look at it.

"It's already 12:30?" Klein's waist suddenly exerted strength, and he bounced off the not spacious bed. He hurriedly put on another formal suit—the one he wore yesterday was scratched in many places. It was stained with a lot of stains and blood spots, so Klein planned to send it to the tailor for repair and starch washing.

After I get it back, I must report this "maintenance fee" to the captain. This is a "work injury" that can be reimbursed... Klein's mouth is slightly raised, and he fastens it. The last few buttons.

He picked up the trivial objects on the head of the bed, put the silver pocket watch, occult props, and the paper and pen he carried with him in an orderly place one by one, and finally put them on the armpit carefully. Under the gun bag, he carefully put away the banknotes that exuded the aroma of ink.

After everything was done, he pinched a relaxed smile, walked out of the room, walked straight to the restaurant on the first floor, and greeted Benson and Melissa, who had already started eating:

"Good morning, the weather is nice today."

Melissa, who was drinking the thick soup from the bowl, frowned slightly, raised her head and retorted:

"It's noon now, Klein."

Klein smiled and pouted, and skillfully moved to his seat, pulled out the chair and sat down, smiled and said:

"Maybe I'm a little dizzy from sleep, and I'm not very awake now. Of course, it's more likely that I'm hungry."

"Klein, what time did you come back yesterday?"

"I really didn't endure it. I went to bed early yesterday." Benson, who was holding a newspaper on the side, lowered his wrist slightly and asked softly.

Not yesterday, but what time I came back today. I could even see the sun when I got home... Klein pretended to be casual and tasted the fluffy white bread before chewing it. Grabbing the bread, he replied:

"Yesterday, the company had a relatively important job, and a batch of rare antiques came. I need to do the identification and statistics work overnight."

"Does your company always oppress employees like this?" Melissa's slightly frowning brows tightened even more, and the two slender eyebrows turned into an eight-character.

Sister, life is always like this, and as a little girl, you can be "naive", you don't have to be so mature all the time... Klein thought for a while, and pulled out a more exaggerated smile, "Clown" said:

"Actually, this is not a bad thing. For example, it recently brought me good news."

Melissa, who was still drooping, suddenly regained her energy and put down the spoon in her hand. Even Benson, who was watching his younger brothers and sisters chatting while silently smiling, also straightened his body.

A good response... Klein then said in a slightly exaggerated tone like that of a "clown":

"Isn't our company connected with the National Police Agency? I have passed the assessment of the National Police Agency and received additional subsidies. To put it simply..."

"That is, my weekly salary has doubled, and now it's six pounds a week!"

"Six pounds?" Melissa, who had always been relatively calm, suddenly called out, surprised and shocked.

Benson, who was sitting opposite Melissa, put down the newspaper in his hand, smiled helplessly, leaned on the back of the chair, touched his hairline and said with a smile:

"Knowledge, hehe, it's really time for me to change jobs."

Klein watched his brother hide a bit of loneliness in happiness. His mouth was slightly open. Just as he was about to comfort him, he heard Melissa's excited voice, then turned to look and saw Melissa straightened up with joy. .

"If you can earn six pounds a week, then excluding normal expenses, you can save enough wealth in just two or three years to meet the minimum standard of marriage for a gentleman. It's not impossible for a good lady, well, Elizabeth did the math for me..."

Speaking of the end, Melissa looked at the expressions of the two brothers, and her cheerful voice subsided.

Why is it me again, Elizabeth, sigh, young child... Klein smiled awkwardly, turned his head to Benson without a trace, and asked in a calm voice:

"How is your study of grammar lately?"

Benson was stunned for a moment, then "understood" Klein's meaning, and responded with a smile:

"I've been studying very hard recently. Although it may not be as good as yours, I should have no problem in handling similar exams."

Klein listened to Benson's reply, the corner of his mouth smiled even more, and said with a bright smile:

"It's really hard to work hard. If you really pass the exam that may come, or find a better job, well, you can consider getting married."

After speaking, Klein also symbolically compared his hairline.

Benson, who was originally smiling, froze in place. His usual sarcastic mouth was sewn up. He couldn't spit out a word, and there was even an unusual blush on his face.

Melissa, who was originally a little lost, suddenly regained her spirits, and her bright eyes looked at Benson, who was sluggish in place.

Klein, who succeeded in the small abacus, smiled, lowered his head, tasted the soup that felt extraordinarily sweet, and said unhurriedly:

"In fact, there is no need to worry, we can improve the quality of life first, just like what magazines and newspapers say, for example, to fix all the bread on the table into white bread, and then go to other different restaurants to try it. Food, people have to enjoy life.”

Melissa, who was just about to say something to Benson, was drawn to her attention again, she turned her head, and her tiny eyebrows were wrinkled again.

This is the right way to be more lively, so as to look like a cute underage girl, not a precocious "mother"... Klein succeeded in his "trick", and lowered his head and calmly drank the white milk Thick soup, the smile on his face is more obvious.

On Monday morning, at the border of Backlund Queens, Hugh and Fors, who had just received the transaction details from Miss Audrey's "Messenger", were sitting on the hired carriage. Then he stared at the crowd walking outside the window with eyes like torches, and kept reciting the word "450 pounds" in his mouth.

"Hugh, don't read any more. Miss Audrey made it very clear in the letter that the 450 pounds can only be obtained by discovering Qilingus' whereabouts, but now, we don't even have a general direction, only Can be busy looking for.”

Xio, who was carefully examining every passing pedestrian outside the car, turned his head, looked at his cohabiting friend, and said seriously:

"That's why we should increase our search efforts."

"Fors, for us, 450 pounds is a lot of money."

Forsi twisted her body hard, raised her head to the sky, looked at the roof of the car and said:

"But you've already spent a lot of money on the gangsters in the Eastern District. With Qilingus' level of hiding, maybe we won't be able to find him until he is caught. In the end, we can only give money to those in the Eastern District for nothing... …”

"Wait, gangster! Didn't Darkholm come to see us today!" Suddenly, Xio suddenly brought his head close and shouted at Forsi.

"That's right..." Forsi sat up straight and frowned, "I really didn't receive a letter from him today."

Xio lowered his head and thought for a while, then suggested:

"Go directly to his house? It's faster this way."

Fors ruffled the messy brown curly hair that had been rubbed against her lazy sitting posture, and skillfully pushed it behind her ear.

"Yes, as long as it doesn't delay my lunch."

Seeing that her cohabitation friend agreed to her proposal, Xio immediately turned her head and shouted to the driver who was driving the carriage in front of her:

"Parking at the bus stop in the Backlund Bridge area, you don't have to go to the apartment area anymore."

More than ten minutes later, after Xiu paid the fare for the hired carriage, the two girls changed to a public carriage full of passengers, and they were able to squeeze down a seat by virtue of the majesty of Xiu's "arbiter". In the turbulence, he came to the eastern part of Backlund, and went straight to the home of Darkholm, which is located in a better building group.

The gang leader who controls many beggars and thieves in the eastern part of Backlund lives in a townhouse located in a narrow alley. This is a relatively clean house with only green walls growing on the walls. The plants covered the original pale yellow wall.

Xio vigilantly surveyed the surrounding quiet streets, and after confirming that no one was there, she walked to the door softly, raised her right hand, and gently locked the closed door with a unique rhythm.

Squeaky, the door that seemed to be closed suddenly opened slowly after thinking about it, revealing the dark inner courtyard behind the door.

Xio, who was already slightly vigilant, suddenly widened his eyes and took out the three-edged thorn he carried with him.

Forsi, who was standing under the steps, looked at Xio's slightly nervous movements, frowned slightly, and followed up with light steps, not knowing when there was a silver-white dagger in his hand.

Xio glanced at the friend who was close to him, a hint of heaviness flashed in the dark green eyes, Fors nodded slowly, followed Xio's pace, the two of them clinged to their bodies and went deep together. Duckholm's home.

They didn't smell any strange smells, so boldly, they avoided the obstruction of the entrance hall and entered the deeper living room.

this! Forsi turned her head sharply, looked at Xio who was on her shoulder, and saw the same shock in her friend's eyes.

In the messy living room, a pile of **** internal organs was scattered on the coffee table, and on the gas chandelier directly above, a pale arm severed by violence was dripping with blood~www.mtlnovel. com~ Drops of scarlet blood splattered all over the viscera.

On the coat racks around, and on the floor where there were signs of slashing everywhere, strips of meat hung randomly, surrounded by a pile of white bones and piled up at the door of the bedroom.

And above the bones, is the head of Darkholm, who usually has a round face and a friendly smile!

Forsi felt the trembling from his shoulders, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to support Xio, who was trembling all over by the disgusting sight, looked around vigilantly, and said in a deep voice:

"Is this what Zilingers did?"

Xio closed her bloodshot eyes due to facial twitching, resisting the urge to surge up in her throat, and said solemnly:

"It should be, the gangsters in the East District will not do such excessive things."

Forsi's tense nerves were suddenly touched, and following the guidance of his spiritual intuition, he subconsciously looked behind him.

I saw a man with a unique wide chin standing by the window, walking slowly towards Xio and Fors. His eyes were a strange pale gold color, and the needle-shaped vertical pupils were extremely indifferent, originally empty. A layer of dark golden fine scales instantly appeared on his right hand.

Forsi's thoughts changed, she raised her free left hand, and without waiting for a reaction, she directly used her teeth to bite a dark blue rough stone on the silver bracelet on the wrist of her left hand.

She hurriedly whispered in ancient Hermes:

"Door!"

An illusory light blue light burst from the rough, burnt stone, and enveloped the two ladies who were relying on each other.

Zilingus subconsciously blocked his eyes, and when the light disappeared, he was the only one left in the living room, staring blankly at Darkholm's empty eyes.

Chapter end