Mystery: The Lamp God's Path To Freedom Chapter 54

After taking the time to channel Meursault, Klein frowned.

It's a bit troublesome that Ian Wright's commission actually involves the ambassador of Intis.

Staring at the corpse that wasn't scary at all for a long time, until Meursault's Beyonder characteristics had been revealed, Klein didn't decide how to deal with it.

After repeated thinking and divination, Klein decided to call the police.

He first re-slashed his throat with the dagger that Meursault brought himself. The reason why it was not elsewhere, he did not know whether there was any evidence to prove the cause of death on the recovered corpse, so he had to cut his throat again. Make the same death scene.

Klein is not at all afraid of the existence of powerful fortune-tellers among the official investigators.

After a while, I will bring all the items that involve Beyonder factors above the gray fog. Even if the eternal blazing sun comes, there will be no valid information for divination.

As for this magic lamp, Klein has given it a name, it's called Aladdin's magic lamp. As for who Aladdin is, it doesn't matter.

Above the gray fog, I can't divination the information of the magic lamp, and I believe that the eternal blazing sun can't either.

After disposing of the corpse, he looked around the tidy living room, figuring out how to destroy the least amount of objects and create a scene after the fight.

Klein first took the more expensive china to other rooms, keeping the cheapest ones, then carefully overturned the coffee table and chairs, then scattered the items on the coffee table messily on the ground, and then put all the items that might be hit in the living room. Overturned, and finally he smashed the cheap china and smashed a chair.

I don't know if the magic lamp can help me restore them to their original state after the incident.

After handling all the affairs, he took the last extraordinary item magic lamp back to the bedroom on the second floor. He did not dare to bring this item directly above the gray fog. He had a vague intuition that he could not bring this item into the gray fog. above the fog.

He messed up and soiled his clothes and was about to go out and call the police.

After a half-day trip to the police station, Klein was finally bailed home by lawyer Jurgen.

On Sunday, Klein repaired his own damaged home, which was less than a pound in total.

I originally thought that this order would lose money, but I didn't expect that there would be 4 pounds left. The magic lamp's ability is quite good, but I don't know what the trigger conditions are.

This magic lamp is not good at this point. It cannot be used for divination. I have to explore the abilities myself. It is really inconvenient to have no instruction manual.

He really wanted to find a place with no one to test the hit pattern of the magic lamp, but he was worried that there were still official Beyonders monitoring him, so he didn't dare to do strange things with the magic lamp.

No matter what the military will do, the ambassador will definitely retaliate against me, whether I disrupt their plans or kill their people.

I need some self-protection ability. I need to buy some guns and bullets first. If possible, I'd better hire a Beyonder bodyguard.

A Sequence 8 who is not good at attacking, and has no sealed items to use, he really has no sense of security.

No, I still have a magic lamp that I don't know what power it has, but I just don't know how to use it.

Klein decided to go to the address provided by Ian to buy guns at night.

Before going out, he was a little hesitant about whether to bring the magic lamp.

He urgently needs strength to protect himself now, and really wants to quickly develop the ability of the magic lamp. With its undivided personality, it is at least a level 0 Sealed Artifact. Why is there no movement from such a terrifying thing.

But it's a little too big to carry.

Maybe I can invent a portable underarm light bag according to the idea of ​​the armpit gun bag.

An image suddenly appeared in Klein's mind, a standard Loen gentleman, wearing a black trench coat, a silk top hat, carrying a cane, with a bulging gun bag under his left armpit, and a bulging under his right armpit. Light bag.

He shook his head, shattered the picture, then left the magic lamp at No. 15 Minsk Street, and went to the Brave Bar in the Backlund Bridge area.

After buying a gun, but not inviting a bodyguard, Klein returned home with some regrets.

In the blink of an eye, it's Monday again.

At the Tarot Club, Klein announced the mission to assassinate Ambassador Intis.

After the meeting, he decided to go to Kaspers to try his luck again, considering that the ambassador was still alive and there must be an aftermath.

This time, Caspers introduced him to a Beyonder party and charged a huge introduction fee of 2 pounds.

I don't want to be a detective anymore, I want to be an intermediary.

Klein cried out sadly in his heart.

In a dimly lit room with only one candle, several people, fully armed with black iron masks with robes and hoods, were gathering in secret.

A man suspected of being a pharmacist was selling his best aphrodisiac, and a woman who was suspected of being a craftsman was selling two weapons.

Klein tried his best to look like he often attended such gatherings, and decided to use Meursault's Beyonder characteristics in exchange for items that could improve his abilities.

Meursault's Beyonder characteristics were bought by the convener of the party, which made Klein suspect that he was the Sequence Seven of the Notifier pathway.

Suddenly, Klein's heart moved. The knowledge of Beyonders in this pathway he knew was very extensive. He thought about his words and sincerely asked the old gentleman who called himself the Eye of Wisdom a question.

"Your profound knowledge is admirable. I have a question to ask you. Of course, you can ask for the corresponding compensation according to the content of the question."

For this request, Mr. Eye of Wisdom was obviously very interested. He smiled and motioned Klein to ask questions.

"I have heard of such a magical item. It is a brass oil lamp. It looks like a miniature kettle. It is said to have a very magical power. You..."

Klein's words got stuck all of a sudden. He saw that right above the head of the old Mr. Eye of Wisdom, UU reading www.uukanshu. A golden oil lamp was quietly suspended there. The whole picture was funny and terrifying. The old gentleman wearing the oil lamp still looked at him with a smile, and the people around him with hoods and masks were unaware. Gotta look at yourself.

How did it come!

Why can't anyone see it!

At that moment just now, Klein almost jumped up in fright, but he desperately controlled his expression and tone, and continued to ask the question.

"Have you ever heard of such an item?"

Fortunately, I am a clown, and fortunately I wear a mask.

Klein's heart was surging for a while, and he couldn't help but see more and more terrifying pictures in his mind.

The old man with eyes of wisdom sitting on the single sofa suddenly stood up strangely. He stretched out his hand and quickly grabbed it from the top of his head, then held the golden oil lamp in front of him and smiled strangely at Klein. Compassionately said:

"Are you talking about this oil lamp?"

"I…"

Klein fell from the chair at once.

There was a click, and the sound of the chair overturning seemed to awaken everyone at once. The old man with the eyes of wisdom was still sitting on the sofa, and he asked in an old voice:

"What commission?"

Seeing that Klein accidentally slumped his chair and slid to the ground, he held back his laughter and repeated it again.

"You said just now that there is a commission, what kind of commission?"

Klein shyly and embarrassed raised his chair and sat on it again, as if what happened just now did not exist, and then said:

"It's like this, I offended a..."

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the coffee table next to him, on which was quietly placed the magic lamp that was supposed to be in the bedroom on the second floor of No. 15 Minsk Street.

Chapter end