Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 183 Mr. Fool surrenders himself to the trap (3K)

on Monday.

Zoetland Street.

Inside Blackthorn Security Company.

"Where is our "historian" going to have a date with the beautiful lady?"

Leonard Mitchell put his hands in his pockets and leaned against the door without a proper posture, his green eyes constantly scanning Mr. "Clown" in front of him.

"Leonard, I actually think it's better to leave this kind of task to you. After all, you look so good. You can disguise yourself as a noble lady with just a little dress up."

Klein Moretti shook out the wizard's robe and stabilized the pointed soft hat on his head.

This outfit with a strong aura of a magician is his preparation for the next infiltration operation.

As a famous fortune teller in Tingen City, it was perfectly appropriate for him to dress up like this to attend the occult seminar.

"Are you ready? Klein, I will ask Frye and Cornley to pick you up in the carriage outside. In fact, we can just break in and investigate."

"All the Nighthawks' men have been dispersed, so I have to stay here to deal with the accident. Otherwise, it is the safest choice for me to go with you."

Due to the opponent's performance in the fortune teller club, the Nighthawks did not act rashly, fearing that the opponent would divine something wrong, so they escaped early and cut off the clues to the death of Hood Ogen in the lunatic asylum.

"Klein, Fry is waiting for you downstairs in a carriage. You have to remember, no matter what you investigate, don't reveal it. Find an opportunity to get out of there and report it to me immediately!"

79 Halls Street.

But unfortunately, his luck seemed to have run out and he did not meet that gentleman again.

While Klein and Leonard were bickering, Dunn Smith went up to the second floor, glanced at Master Moretti with his gray eyes, and gave another investigation plan.

When investigating this gentleman through the National Police Agency, his file could not be found at all, which undoubtedly illustrates a problem.

Dunn Smith glanced at him with gray eyes, smoothed his hair with a high hairline, and solemnly reminded his team members again.

Ever since he happened to run into Connor Patterson that day, Klein had followed the captain's request and wanted to pretend to meet him by chance again to find out his details.

Leonard, who was leaning against the door, teased Mr. "Clown", then straightened out his sloppy clothes and went to do his own business.

Professional matters must be left to professionals. The extraordinary ability of "Joker" is undoubtedly very suitable for acting.

In the secret basement.

"Mr. Z, the time is almost up, and most of the lambs you invited have already arrived."

"Don't worry, Captain, I'm very cautious and won't make such a stupid mistake."

"Klein, I hope that Connor Patterson likes women."

"Okay, it's time for me to investigate my mission. Lanervus is a cunning guy, and the clues he left behind are very, very few!"

Well, a lot of occult materials and extraordinary charms can be stuffed under this robe. Of course, its price means it will fit me perfectly.
Feeling the cool and silky fabric of the wizard's robe, the young Nighthawk muttered in his heart.

"Connor Patterson" is a fake name, and this mysterious "occult expert" may be hiding some secrets.

Therefore, "Master Moretti", who had already made an appointment with the other party and did not reveal his identity, became the breakthrough point for the Nighthawks.

And "Master Moretti" has quite a lot of experience in sneaking into the second five, so this task falls on his head very reasonably.

The boss behind the Soothsayer Club, a well-known rich man in Tingen City, bowed slightly and reminded Connor Patterson, who was holding a leather whip.

"Those guys from the Secret Order are so annoying. They're always like monkeys jumping up and down."

"Is that Klein Moretti here?"

Mr. Z glanced at the "Lamb" who was influenced by God's teachings with his blue eyes, and asked about the things he cared about most.

In the past two days, he heard the voice of the "Lord" more and more frequently. Although the great voice was still vague and even weakened a lot over time, this loyal messenger of God still understood it. What the "Word of God" means.

That Klein Moretti is the main target that the Great Creation is looking for.

He wants him to become the favored one of the great Creator, thus saving this world polluted by evil gods and demons!
And all this starts today!
He, Connor Patterson, will become a prophet-like figure, leading this predestined one to listen to the voice of God and lead him to the right path.

"A magnificent chapter of salvation is about to come, and you and I must be the saints recorded in this grand ceremony!"

When he thought of this, Mr. Z seemed to be unable to control his inner excitement and loudly praised this exciting moment.

"You two, put this blasphemer in jail and don't let him escape!"

"Yes, Lord God Envoy!"

Feeling excited for a while, Mr. Z threw down the bloody whip, nodded slightly to his two subordinates guarding the door, and gave instructions.

I saw two members of the Aurora Society bending down and raising their hands, and immediately lifted up a young man from the ground who had more air in and less air out.

His clothes were stained red with his own blood, and all his flesh was torn apart without a single piece intact, as if he had endured some kind of torture.

Judging from his injuries, the person who attacked him was also quite ruthless and seemed to have some huge and irreconcilable conflict with him.

From the dark basement, the creaking of iron doors and the thumping of heavy objects were heard, adding to the dull and poorly ventilated environment, the smell of blood gradually filled the air.

Connor Patterson frowned, straightened his clothes, followed the secret door out of the basement, and came to the gate of this stronghold. "Welcome, Master Moretti!"

As soon as he walked to the door, he happened to meet Klein Moretti who was coming towards him. When he saw this gentleman, the angel's eyes instantly became fiery and he immediately welcomed him with an eager tone.

When Klein saw the fiery eyes and eager tone, his anus suddenly tightened, and his mind unconsciously thought of the joke Leonard had just made with him.

I hope that Connor Patterson likes women.
"Gan, does this old stick want to anally fuck me?"

The young Nighthawk was startled, feeling that this task seemed more difficult than seducing Mrs. Sharon into bed.

"Good morning, Mr. Patterson."

Mr. "Clown" took a small step back without leaving a trace, avoiding the other party's polite hug. He used his extraordinary ability to say hello without any abnormality.

"Master Moretti, the seminar is about to start. You should be the last guest. Let's get there quickly!"

Mr. Divine Envoy didn't care about "Master Moretti's" reaction. Instead, his eyes became more eager and he couldn't wait to invite him into his room.

Upon hearing such a greeting, Klein Moretti twitched the corner of his mouth, gritted his teeth in his heart, and stepped forward resolutely just like he was facing Mrs. Sharon.

It’s all the tasks of the Nighthawks!

As the saying goes, once reborn, twice familiar, and besides, he is now a Sequence Eight Beyonder. As long as his identity is not exposed, he will naturally not encounter any great danger.

He stepped forward and followed. As soon as he entered this single-family three-story house, Klein's eyes suddenly darkened, as if he had entered a starless night from noon.

The sound of the door closing suddenly sounded, as if to announce that Klein Moretti was trapped and unable to escape.

"Master Moretti, I haven't asked you what your beliefs are?"

Inside the dim corridor, the sound of "ta da da da" footsteps came. While the two were walking, Mr. Z began to inquire for more important information.

"I believe in the goddess of the night!"

Klein Moretti replied firmly, as if, as if, as if, he might be the most loyal guard of the Goddess of the Night.

Because of his salary of ten pounds a week, he could not find any fault with this god.

Well, the goddess is still very generous to believers. After all, she is even willing to solve the ritual magic like Old Neil's.
Nighthawk cursed in his heart, thinking of his teammate who had been taken to the temple.

"Master Moretti, you are a diviner with excellent vision and profound knowledge. Which god do you think is the most wise and powerful in this world?"

How do I know this...anyway, it's definitely not Mr. Fool.
Klein curled his lips in his mind and complained again, relieving the tension in his heart.

"Well, I really don't know about this question. Maybe Mr. Patterson, you know?"

"Of course!"

Seeing that the topic was finally leading to the place he expected, Mr. Z smiled and replied decisively.

While speaking, he opened the door of the living room and entered directly, and "Master Moretti" followed closely behind.

But as soon as he entered, he noticed something was wrong.

There was no one in this living room, except for two single sofas standing quietly.

"Mr. Patterson, where are the other members? Didn't they say this was an internal seminar of the fortune teller club?"

Klein immediately became alert, fearing that if he only took a small step, he would step into the bottomless abyss.

"They are in another reception room, and I have some things that I want to talk to Master Moretti alone."

"whats the matter?"

Hearing that something was wrong, Klein immediately asked back. His steps staggered slightly, apparently because he wanted to detect something wrong so that he could escape easily.

"Nothing, there is just one question that I am very curious about, that is, since you believe in the goddess of the night, which symbolizes the red moon, why don't you directly believe in the Lord who created everything?"

"You have to know that in the church and classics of the Night Goddess, the red moon is split from one eye of the Creator!"

A hoarse voice came faintly, as Mr. Z tried to demonstrate the person and status of the "lord" to the leader of the cult who supported the evil god.

"Mr. Patterson, it's normal for everyone to have their own preferred beliefs."

"No! You are different!!!"

Before Klein could finish his words, Mr. Z yelled like crazy, which scared Klein's little heart.

Judging from the appearance of this divine messenger, he seemed to be very dissatisfied with the level of consciousness of this person destined by God.

A violent banging sound was heard on the door, and the door of this house was suddenly closed by a flesh-and-blood arm, completely cutting off the Nighthawks' escape route.

Even with the clown's intuitive premonition, Klein didn't have time to stop the flesh-and-blood arm that was obviously not human, because it seemed to have been prepared for it, and it moved too fast!

"Huh huh huh hahaha."

Mr. Z's eyes were fixed on the "chosen one" who was sent to the door by the "lord", and he laughed uncontrollably.

The crazy laughter echoed in the small living room, making Klein's heart tremble. The laughter was very scary, and seemed to tell him that he had nowhere to escape!
(End of this chapter)