Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 171 A day in the life of Klein’s social animal

"Ron, wake up!"

Seeing this scene, Mr. "Clown"'s eyes twitched, and then he immediately shouted.

"Hmph╯^╰, no!"

However, an arrogant and determined voice rejected him, causing a tic-tac-toe to appear on his forehead.

Damn it, are all born Extraordinaries so cool! ?

Klein Moretti didn't hesitate. He immediately stepped forward and glanced at the tarot cards in the blond boy's hand. Then he grabbed Ron's arm and pulled him up.

In fact, Klein originally wanted to grab the opponent's soft little face, but the sharp pain from his right little finger perfectly stopped his dangerous thoughts.

"Poor guy, what are you doing!?"

The blond boy felt the Nighthawk's offense and immediately struggled, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not break free from the other's right hand, which was like an iron hoop.

When Klein heard this, he muttered, pushed open the door with all his heart, and stood waiting outside.

"I'm going to change clothes, get out quickly!"

I'm so obsessed at a young age, and I don't know what I'll be like when I grow up.
Sighing in his heart, Klein always felt that a highly harmful scum to society was being born in his own hands.

After Ron finished cleaning up, Klein took him to the Blackthorn Security Company without hesitation, and very considerately sent him to the entertainment room to "seal" him.

He silently recorded the other party's provocation in the small notebook in his heart, and when the main body came back, he would let the main body take care of this guy who didn't know the heights of the world.

"What are men afraid of? Have you forgotten who gave you a bath before?"

As he glanced around, he found the room he had agreed with the Psychological Alchemy Society informant, and walked in without knocking politely.

Seeing Klein Moretti's behavior, Ron, who was playing cards, was speechless for a while.

As the saying goes, a tiger is bullied by a dog.

Upon seeing this, Mr. "Clown" immediately raised the corner of his mouth and made a provocation that was half mocking and half joking.

"Ron, is it because you didn't have breakfast? Why are you so weak?"

Seeing that the members of the Nighthawks who had been meeting finally arrived, Dast Guderian from the lunatic asylum breathed a sigh of relief and re-entered the audience state.

8:50 am.

"Hmph, ╯^╰."

The young Nighthawk's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly went downstairs. Regardless of saving money and waiting for a cheap public carriage, he directly stopped a taxi and came to the shooting club opened by the Ahowa County Police Department.

Oops, it's too late!

After solving this minor problem, Klein clicked open his pocket watch and took a look at the current time.

Ron's eyes turned slightly as usual, and the blond boy's words were still arrogant, giving orders to the young Nighthawk to leave the room.

He knew that little kid very well, and the other person's "weak" look was definitely an act. He was probably just waiting for him to fall into a trap stupidly, so that he could find a reason to persecute him.

"Officer, you're late."

Seeing this scene, Card Player Ron snorted arrogantly, threw out all the tarot cards in his hand, and still pointed at Klein Moretti, but Nighthawks, who was already a clown, quickly dodged and dodged this. A weak blow.

"Sorry, some things have delayed me. What's the emergency for you to ask me to come here so early?"

Klein picked up a tissue and wiped the sweat from his forehead, using the clown's extraordinary ability to restrain his expressions and movements.

"Officer, you remember the Hood Ogen that you and I mentioned last time, right?" "He is dead now!"

The informant of the Nighthawks took advantage of the calmness of the audience to state the most important information!
"Dead!? Are you sure! How did he die!?"

Klein was shocked. He didn't expect that a Sequence Seven psychiatrist would die without any warning.

This sounds very weird!
"Officer, please don't question my observation skills. I can still tell the difference between a dead person and a living person!"

Mr. Audience emphasized one sentence first, and then continued:

"And this happened last night. I concealed it and told you as soon as possible!"

"Hude Ogen strangled himself to death, and he strangled himself to death right in front of me!"

"Officer, this matter is very strange. I think you need to consider the personal safety of the informant!"

Dast Guderian told the information anxiously, and finally stated the purpose of his meeting emphatically.

"Strangled myself to death!?"

"Yes officer, that's what I said!"

The words of the madhouse doctor made Klein's mind confused. He didn't understand how the other party could strangle himself to death when he was clearly doing well! ?
This is really, really weird, and reminds Mr. "Clown" of the "Antigonus" family note that was taken away.

Could it be caused by an important sealed artifact from the Psychological Alchemy Society?

Klein subconsciously guessed in his mind.

"Okay, I will report this matter!"

"Don't go back to the lunatic asylum anytime soon. There may be some other dangers hidden there!"

"By the way, did Hood Ogen see anyone, come into contact with anything, or anything unusual before he died?"

The young Nighthawk organized his thoughts and re-confirmed the existing information in a professional manner.

The doctor in the lunatic asylum opposite was silent for a moment and began to think about the qualifying events in his mind. Thanks to the audience's keenness, he quickly discovered the anomaly.

"Officer, Hood Eugen had a man named Al who met him before he went crazy."

"He mentioned to me that the name Al is just a pseudonym, and his real name is Lanreus."

Lanruth! ?
When Klein Moretti heard this name, he immediately remembered who he was. He was an evil fraudster who could get 5 pounds if he provided valid clues, and 100 pounds if he was caught. Moreover, he also He cheated on a girl, he is the scum of scum!
"Okay, if you think about it carefully, what else is unusual?"

Mr. "Clown" didn't care to think too much. He just remembered the name in his heart. He raised his head and asked again, hoping that the gentleman opposite would think carefully and see if there was anything unusual.

Dast Guderian pondered for a while and whispered nervously:
"A few days ago, the dean invited a priest to hold a missionary and blessing ceremony for the patients in the lunatic asylum. Does this count?"

"Preach?"

Klein cried out in surprise, and his little heart, which had been a little frightened, suddenly calmed down, because he didn't expect that there would be specialized priests to preach to mentally ill patients.

Which church is this talented person?
"Do you know the name of that priest?"

The young Nighthawk took a deep breath, suppressed the desire to complain, and asked curiously.

"Officer, I know this. He seems to be named Connor Patterson."

Mr. Audience gave the answer directly without thinking, and then he spoke again and added.

"He seems to believe in the Creator Himself, which is quite rare!"

(End of this chapter)