Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me Chapter 47

Let me investigate Mrs. Sharon? Relying on "Clown"'s super-strong expression management ability, Klein quickly adjusted his expression under the cover of his palm, and then asked carefully:

"Who am I and who is in charge of this task?"

Dunn smiled, took off his formal jacket, put it on his arm, and said briefly:

"you alone."

A person! Klein was a little dazed for a while, and his expression turned sluggish for a while.

Dunn looked at Klein whose eyes were a little sloppy, and explained very patiently:

"You have now been promoted to Sequence Eight, you have enough mobility, and it just so happens that the Lanervus case has come to an end, you can take this opportunity to exercise your tracking and monitoring skills, and do a sufficient weight. practice."

No, Captain, you may have misunderstood. It's not that I think I'm incapable of doing this task, it's just that the reward is too generous... Klein didn't refuse. After sighing lightly, he agreed:

"no problem."

"I got 'Wriggling Hunger', met an old friend, and recalled something."

Klein rubbed his fingers, and his fingertips ignited a spiritual flame, letting the letter sent by Mr. Ards turn into little ashes and scattered in the night wind.

At this time, he was sticking to the edge of a fence on Olsner Street, shrinking in a small shadow, relying on a jet-black trench coat and a half-height silk top hat of the same color, creating a state of "pseudo-invisibility".

This is outside the wall of Mrs. Sharon's house, and you can see the single-family house with a soft orange-yellow glow in the center of the garden inside the wall.

Only the first floor of the house is lit, and from time to time, blurred and deformed figures pass by the window, while the upper second floor is pitch-dark, and the heavy wine-red curtains isolate it from outside prying eyes.

Klein had just walked around the whole house a few times with the super athletic ability brought by the "clown", but he couldn't find a place on the second floor where the curtains were not drawn, making him unable to judge whether Mrs. Sharon was at home.

This is mainly due to the fact that the gangster he hired according to Leonard's suggestion was too stretched, and he often mistook the carriage of Mrs. Sharon's adopted son for her, so that Klein could not even grasp the specific whereabouts of Mrs. Sharon.

Klein couldn't see the inside of the second floor, so he couldn't determine whether Mrs. Sharon was going out or went to bed and rested. What he could only confirm was that most of the servants on the first floor were relatively relaxed, and no one went to the second floor casually.

What's more, I don't want to face the embarrassing scene of pretending to be a "celebrity lady" and resting at home and a thin college graduate breaking into her bedroom. ...... Kleinha let out a sigh of relief, and looked around for a while, his hands began to tighten and let go uncontrollably. After doing this several times in a row, he seemed to have made up his mind. He walked firmly to the dense bushes on the side.

He first set up a spiritual wall outside the bushes that could isolate the outside world, and then completed the corresponding ritual with himself as the object of summoning.

After doing all this, Klein grabbed the outside of the coat with both hands, slowly tightened the outer layer of the coat, and walked into the dark green bushes.

He listened to the rustling sound of the thick branches and the thinner jet-black windbreaker, the corners of his mouth twitched in pain, the muscles on his face twitched slightly, his eyes closed, relying on the spiritual intuition of the "clown", he walked in the dark Deeper into the bushes.

It can be reimbursed anyway, it can be reimbursed anyway, I can buy a new set... Klein kept hypnotizing himself, in the depths of the bushes, against the interference of thick and stubborn branches, he took four difficult steps in the opposite direction. .

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun."

In the last step, Klein barely kept his balance, endured the pain of being scratched, and squatted into the bushes.

Along with endless roaring and babbling, Klein's spiritual body quickly passed through the thick fog scattered with a large number of dark gray blocks and dark red streamers, and came to the gray fog that stood like a giant's residence.

Leaning back on the tall high-back chair, he subconsciously glanced at the old notes on his right hand that he placed on the long bronze table.

Seeing that it was still lying there quietly, with no signs of movement, the blood stains and ink spots on the surface were exactly the same as before, and then he reluctantly let go of his heart, spread his spirituality, and touched the illusory door located in the center of the long bronze table.

With the strong gravitational force, Klein's spiritual body was thrown high, and then inhaled into the door with the symbol symbolizing the gray fog, and immediately entered the unfathomable spiritual world, returning to the cold wind. reality.

His transparent spiritual body was attached to the air, and he glanced at himself under the "body". After making sure that he would not be easily discovered, he stretched out his hands and took the cold and soft Ahn from his pocket. Zike copper whistle and citrine bracelet, and two charms containing the power of "night".

After doing all this, Klein gently bent his legs, leaped vigorously, and flew towards Madam Sharon's mansion, which was glowing with orange light.

His figure passed over the well-manicured garden and landed on the balcony on the second floor without making a sound.

Just as he was about to open the shuttered wooden door of the balcony, his right hand resting on the handle couldn't help but pause for a while, then relaxed, and naturally fell to the right side of his body.

Under his control, Klein Moretti's bookish face changed. His already dark facial features were further deepened, his brown pupils were completely hidden in the shadows, and the bridge of his nose was raised and turned into a deformity. characteristic development of children.

After completely covering up his facial features, Klein drove his translucent body directly through the locked wooden door on the balcony, and entered Mrs. Sharon's bedroom, which he learned from the gangster.

In the dimly lit room, a faint fragrance filled the air, stirring people's nerves, making people involuntarily think of the female body with blood vessels.

"If I hadn't been in a spirit state now, I might have been affected. I'm using love potions as incense." Klein looked at the decorations in the room and complained silently.

With the help of the normalized spiritual vision in this spirit state, he clearly saw the gorgeousness and luxury in Mrs. Sharon's bedroom, set off by the crimson moonlight falling from the gaps in the curtains.

This is a spacious room. The floor is covered with a dark red wool carpet that is not much different from the curtains. Together with the velvet curtains, it sets the tone of the room.

Beside the large silk drapery bed, on the brown wooden dresser are scattered all kinds of skin care products and jewelry, as well as jewelry carefully packed in jewelry boxes.

Those bottles and jars and various colored gemstones exude different brilliance, and together with the light clothes and suspender stockings accidentally exposed in the cloakroom, casually discarded on the rocking chair, constitute the most eye-catching "scenery" in the entire room. Everywhere, gold inlaid ornaments of various shapes were eclipsed.

Klein picked up the "muscles" around his nose. Although it stands to reason that there should be no similar reactions in the spirit state, the corresponding emotions were still revealed on his facial features.

He first walked to the only covered place in the room, a wooden easel covered with violet silk next to the full-length mirror.

As Klein's spirit body reinforced by Azik's copper whistle lifted the piece of violet silk, the entire canvas was completely exposed to the air.

It was an unfinished oil painting. The shallow brush strokes on it showed the artist's skill, and the portraits of the people shrouded in beautiful light and shadow acted as the soul of the painting.

Klein glanced at it roughly, and he completely reflected Madam Sharon's naked body in his mind. He saw her brown hair like waterfalls, and her brown eyes that were pure and moist like a deer in the forest. Upturned, with delicate nose and lips, she truly felt the astonishing charm of a mature woman's charm and a girl's innocence.

This doesn't look like a simple painting, it's about to catch up with the "hint". The person who painted this painting is an extraordinary person? Klein took two steps back, thinking about the Beyonder who might be hiding behind him, his gaze shifted, and he landed on the full-length mirror and rocking chair next to him.

An "amazing" thought suddenly popped up in Klein's mind.

"From this angle, is this Mrs. Sharon's self-portrait?"

He could even imagine in his mind the scene where the well-known "socialite" was sitting naked in front of a mirror and painting.

This is too narcissistic!

Klein clicked his tongue in surprise, and immediately remembered how he felt when he was observing the oil painting. For a while, he doubted Mrs. Sharon's true identity.

The origin is unknown, he has met a large number of high-level people, maintains a relatively close relationship, can be driven in a limited way, and this kind of living environment... The "muscles" on Klein's face can't help twitching again.

"She won't be a witch..."

Klein resisted the doubts in his heart, picked up the silk on the ground, covered the unfinished oil painting, and carefully inspected every corner of the room.

After a thorough investigation, he stood in front of a heavy safe with obvious characteristics of the steam era, touched his chin and thought.

He first tried to pick the safety lock, and then stood up, took out the citrine pendant from his spiritual body, and started divination very professionally.

In fact, Klein couldn't account for the danger of this infiltrating investigation before that, but he didn't expect that there was a safe in this room.

"There are potentially dangerous items in this safe."

If someone entered the room at this time, they would only see a citrine suspended in the air spinning clockwise.

Looking at the divination result in his hand, Klein silently withdrew the citrine in his right hand, bent down, and took advantage of the special nature of his spiritual body to directly cross the heavy iron door, and pierced his head into the safe.

In the darker safe, Klein, relying on the special vision brought by his spiritual vision, "clearly" saw the three separate compartments.

The things visited on these three floors are different. On the first floor, there are only standard gold bars, thick banknotes, and more expensive jewelry, just like every lady.

There isn't much stuff on the second floor below, just scattered documents with some headers exposed, which are roughly all property certificates and company contracts.

On the bottom floor, the things visited there are quite strange, only a small black and white photo, a picture of a young man with beautiful eyebrows, is directly visited in the middle.

Because Klein had already suspected Mrs. Sharon's identity based on some clues, he didn't lose his mind when he saw this photo, and imagined the possible story behind it.

As Klein's observation time increased, his expression gradually became more exciting.

As expected, this is another witch, at least a Sequence Seven!

In the spirit state, Klein sighed, resisting the urge to complain, the corners of his mouth twitched tightly, restraining his emotions, and groping around the safe, looking for possible hidden items.

Just as his hand stretched forward, his spiritual body suddenly seemed to fall into an ice cave and stiffened in place.

Deeper, in the darker safe, there are some dim lights that light up strangely, and two of them are especially evil.

In Klein's trembling pupils, a statue made of bones seemed to come alive. He could vaguely see that it was a beautiful woman. The thick hair was raised independently in bundles, and the ends formed one after another hideous. The snake head also had a dim light in his eyes.

The feeling of freezing is no longer limited to the **** of the spiritual body, but more directly affects his thinking.

"No, that's it, we must return..." As soon as this idea came to Klein's mind, his spiritual body was pulled to an infinite height by the huge gravitational force that came from nowhere. ~www.mtlnovel.com~ Out of his sight, layers and layers of thin gray fog had enveloped the entire room.

Vision turned bright and dark, and Klein returned to the gray fog in an instant, freeing himself from the influence of the idol.

He sat woodenly at the head of the long bronze table, a looming black robe appeared on his body, the deadly gray mist boiled, and waves of twisted snake shadows were forced out into the air, struggling to dissipate.

As the illusory black robe disappeared, Klein's expression became vivid.

With his newly recovered thinking ability, he quickly took out the citrine pendant scattered on the table, showed a pen and paper, and made a quick divination to reveal the extraordinary factors that might be behind the death of Senator Maynard.

"There was something extraordinary about John Maynard's death."

Following the clockwise movement of the citrine, Klein slowly let out a sigh of relief, closed his eyes, leaned back, and leaned against the back of the stone high-back chair.

In the deep underground cave, sturdy purple giant pythons were entrenched on the cave wall, moving slowly.

Some of those giant pythons closed their eyes, while others had their eyes wide open, exuding a bewitching purple light, densely packed, occupying the entire cave.

Although their bodies are thick, they are very strange. They do not have thick and hard scales to match them. Instead, they are fibrous filaments and soft hair!

They extend down, connecting to the bottom of the cave, to a large, charming body.

His eyes are slightly open, his voice is magnetic, and his tone is meaningful:

"Mysterious."

Ps: Chike and Zhou Mingrui have no relationship in that respect.

Chapter end

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