Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 238 Klein’s version of last words (3K)

The drizzle was falling like silk, and the trees on both sides of the street looked taller and taller after being soaked by the rain.

The leaves rustle with the dripping rain, adding a bit of natural style to this "modern" metropolis.

It was dark now, the perfect time to do some sneaky things.

For example, the detective's infiltration investigation.avi
'The decoration style is very exaggerated, and there is obvious gold workmanship on the exterior wall. It is not in line with the national conditions of Loen and is more like the style of Intis or the Southern Continent.'

Klein, umbrella in hand, hid in a secluded spot on Williams Street.

Just now, this cautious guy had used the hired carriage to observe the villa and manor clearly, and summarized some existing surface intelligence.

He had seen all these gold decoration techniques in newspapers or magazines. As a country with a subtle and conservative aesthetic, Loen's major newspapers and magazines always did not hesitate to ridicule the nouveau riche of its old rivals. Such exaggeration.

"But isn't this too rich? How about I stop being a detective and ask the owner of this house if he wants servants or bodyguards?"

The great detective felt a little shaken and yearned, and began to seriously consider the possibility of changing careers.

Oh~ forget it, I still hide a lot of secrets, and being rich doesn’t mean being generous to the servants. From the looks of this villa, there aren’t many servants at all. Maybe the few servants will not only have to face scolding from their employer , and you have to do several jobs by yourself.
It's really pitiful. There can't really be a servant who is bullied to this extent, but can only break his teeth and swallow it in his stomach.
When he thought of this, Klein's mood instantly improved a lot. There was no difference, only worse. Everything needs to be seen through comparison.

As for the fact that there are no servants or very few servants, this is also the intelligence he observed.

Because this villa seems so out of place with the other neighbors on this street, its gardens and lawns still show signs of being regularly taken care of.

After looking at the sky and the elegant gas street lights that were on, Klein no longer waited, and took advantage of the rainy night when there was no one on the street to reach the weak spot in the wall that he had already found.

Putting away his umbrella, the great detective let the cold raindrops hit his body. Then he put his hands on his hands and jumped up like a nimble black cat. He jumped over the wall in just one breath and came to the back garden. s position.

Klein then rolled over without making any sound, leaning against the wall and saw a half-open window.

This is a goal he has already identified.

There was no sign of the gas sconces being lit in the house, and the fact that the windows were open on this cold, rainy night indicated that no one was in the room at all.

This is a very good breakthrough for sneak investigation.

"It basically matches the divination, but I can't be careless..."

Seeing that the first step of the goal was successfully achieved, Klein felt a little more relaxed.

He then walked carefully to the corner of the garden without making any sound, despite being drenched by the drizzle.

His figure seemed to have received professional training, using the terrain to hide itself and avoid the guards who were not there at all.

It must be said that the great detective's move was quite effective. Apart from making his coat wet, no one noticed it.

Finally, Klein, who evaded the imaginary guard, successfully reached the outer wall of the villa.

He resisted the urge to pull off a few gold wires from above, grabbed the drainage pipe, stood up nimbly and reached the third floor, climbed over the window and entered the interior of the villa.

As soon as he entered, Klein's eyes were dazzled. He saw women's stockings and lace panties scattered everywhere in this house.

The styles of these stockings and underwear are all different, as if many people have selected them according to their own tastes, and they seem to be trying them on secretly in the dead of night.

"Gan, why do I always encounter this kind of thing..."

Recalling the dirty video he saw during the morning's rape scene, Klein Moretti's face twitched and he complained silently in his heart.

He is really a serious person, why do he always encounter these inexplicable scenes.

But at this moment, a burst of rapid footsteps suddenly sounded, breaking the great detective's thoughts.

The footsteps made a "tapping" sound, and they changed from a hurried walk to a running without any concealment, rolling and climbing from the second floor to the third floor.

not good……

Klein Moretti was startled. His pupils shrank and he wanted to go back along the original path to the window, but the running footsteps were extremely fast. Before he could make a move, he had already reached the room. Door location.

Without time to think too much, the big detective glanced around the room and decided to risk being discovered.

"And the result of the divination is very smooth, and it is possible that the information successfully obtained is about this person..."

Holding the sleeping charm made by Mr. Fool in his hand, he was ready to fight.

With a "bang", the door was kicked open with a strong force. Klein seized the opportunity and threw out the sleeping charm in his hand without fail.

This spell was so fast, like an arrow, it hit something heavy and elastic in the blink of an eye.

However, the Sleeping Talisman did not work as Klein expected. Instead, it rebounded and fell to the ground with the help of the complex hemisphere principle, bouncing up and down again like a coin. This works too! ?

Seeing this outrageous scene, the former Nighthawk's eyes almost popped out of his head. He didn't expect that such a situation could happen again.

shit!

Medici stared gloomily at the guy who had offended him and discovered the secret of his women's clothing. He gritted his teeth and his eyes were full of disdain, as if he was looking at a scumbag.

Who knows, my family, there is a man with a lower head!
"Um...good evening ma'am...I'm lost."

The "man with the lower head" raised the corners of his mouth and showed an increasingly funny smile. He first said hello, then backed away and tried to leap out of the window.

Judging from the fact that the Sleeping Talisman has no effect, Klein suspects that the guy in front of him is an Extraordinary, a very powerful Extraordinary!
This is called no danger! ? This is called no extraordinary person! ?

Mr. "Clown"'s heart was beating wildly and he didn't care to think about why the results of his divination were wrong.

If the Extraordinary Divination makes a mistake, I am afraid he will have to explain it here if everything is translated smoothly.

So, run and shout for help on the street, it's very close to the police station!
"Humph!"

You offended me and still want to run away?
Seeing this, the Red Angel snorted disdainfully. He opened his hand and condensed an ice gun from mid-air. It passed over Klein's body in the blink of an eye. In an instant, the window was covered with thick ice crystals.

Grass!
Seeing this familiar scene, Klein Moretti's face twitched and he cursed in his heart. He felt that he definitely had some indissoluble bond with the window. He remembered that it was the same when he fought Mr. Z last time.

"Cough. Cough. Cough."

However, before he could take any action, Klein suddenly felt his body sink, his forehead felt hot, and he couldn't stop coughing from his throat, as if he had some serious lung disease.

He was coughing so hard that he couldn't breathe. He coughed so much that he had no strength to stand up. He coughed so much that he fell to the ground without any resistance.

'But how could it happen so quickly after being caught in the rain? It's the extraordinary ability of high-sequence users. It's hard for Backlund to make money.'

'I don't know if I can be resurrected this time'

Klein's eyes were in a trance, and he understood the current situation in his heart, and issued a cruel question about life as a working man.

However, what he couldn't figure out was why he was so unlucky that he could still encounter high-sequencers when receiving a commission.

"Medici! I told you to catch him for me, why did you do it so hard!?"

But at this moment, just as Klein was about to fall to the ground and return to heaven, a familiar voice of a young boy came, making his eyes sway slightly.

'Is this what death feels like? I didn't feel anything when I died too quickly last time. They say that when people die, the last thing they fantasize about is the most important person. But why am I fantasizing about this little kid?'

In a daze, a vague golden figure seemed to appear in Klein's field of vision, and it quickly ran towards him with the smell of Backlund's roasted goose.

'No, it also tastes like baked lobster with cream cheese'

Perhaps because of the strengthening of the body by the clown potion, the great detective did not faint directly at this time, and was still instinctively spreading his thoughts.

He was dazed, his head was dizzy, and he tried his best to open his eyelids and look at the imaginary figure.

His chapped lips pursed again and again, and finally he raised his hand tremblingly, grabbed the slender arm of the blond boy, and began to confess his last words under Medici's admiring gaze.

"Ron, you are such a fucking asshole and this little brat is really annoying."

"You are a lazy fool, a loser, a parasite of human society, you are of no use at all."

"Although you are arrogant, shameless, and have a low IQ, I still don't dislike you."

"My Backlund account has 100 pounds in it. Don't starve yourself to death by begging for food on the street."

what?
Hearing these breathless "last words", the blond boy's expression suddenly froze, but soon his expression of joy at reunion suddenly disappeared, the corners of his mouth immediately dropped, and his little face became so gloomy that Medici felt a chill running down his back. .

"I don't know him, you'd better kill him!"

Ron threw away Klein's arm with an ugly expression, made a "click" gesture to Medici who was watching the show next to him, and then left the place without looking back, returning to the fireplace to continue working on his dinner.

"Boy, you are quite brave!"

Seeing this scene, Red Angel lit a cigarette. He looked at Klein who was lying on the ground and muttered something inexplicable, mostly with admiration in his words.

At this moment, Medici felt that what this guy said was really right, and every word stepped on his heart. They were all "provocations" that he usually wanted to say but dared not say.

As the saying goes, a true friend is hard to find!
(End of this chapter)