Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 286: Goodbye~ (3.4K)

"Shit, you two eggless bitches, if you hadn't been cooking and moaning, I would have rushed back before anything happened. How could the Church of the Night have taken the lead!"

"Don't let me know which son of a bitch reported it, and which bastard killed Lanerwus, otherwise your best end will be to become mincemeat in the basin!"

"boom"

Slashing the kitchen knife in his hand into the marble countertop, Red Angel lit a cigarette and took two deep puffs.

"Oh, don't fart, Medici. Judging from the death scene of Lanerwus, those tarot cards must be showing something. Maybe it is the first action of an ancient and secretive organization. They are following This is the way to announce your arrival!”

"Yes, Einhorn is right. You may be in great danger if you continue to investigate. Not every being is as kind as Lord Ron. And judging from the inability to obtain information through divination, the person behind it is definitely There is a hidden presence to protect you!”

Not to be outdone, Sauron and Einhorn finally seized this opportunity and successfully made the Red Angel speechless.

For the two lagging guys and the son-of-a-bitch whistleblower, the goddess of war wanted to tear them all into pieces, then pack them up and sacrifice them to the evil god, so that they could completely disappear from this world.

"suo"

This is completely inconsistent with the behavioral logic of that lazy guy!

As soon as he reached the door of the mansion, Klein saw the beautiful red-haired girl leaning half out of the door. He immediately took off his hat and saluted, and politely greeted Backlund with a humorous joke that has not gone out of style for decades.

He complained with foul language, and finally resigned himself to wiping his hands with his apron, holding a cigarette in his mouth and went to "receive" the guests.

Klein pretended not to understand, cursed in his heart, and told his purpose at the same time.

"Good afternoon ma'am, we meet again, the weather is very nice today, I haven't seen the sun all day."

But just like an evil capitalist, although Ron admitted that it was a holiday, he still assigned the other party the task of investigating the Spiritual Religion.

"Fuck, shit, can't we get more servants!?"

Seeing that the visitor was an acquaintance and had done business with him, Red Angel's ugly face improved a lot. He also greeted him, but the coldness in his words was easy to understand.

"Good afternoon, are you okay?"

At this moment, just when Medici had thought of a provocative word and was about to say it, he suddenly noticed someone entering the door of this mansion.

The great detective complained in his mind and left politely. This result was not beyond his expectation, but what Klein didn't expect was that Ron, who had attended the Tarot Club, had not returned yet.

It’s called training each other!

'Why do you mean I came just in time? Why do you talk like a little brat?'

Sharon ushered in her first vacation due to Ron's absence, so Red Angel maintained the entire villa alone.

Hong Tian used his fingers to hold the cigarette. He raised the corners of his mouth habitually, showed a bright and majestic smile, and said as if he wanted to be beaten.

"That's it, then I won't bother you any more."

"Oh, you came just in time. Ron is not at home. He left last week and said he was going to the Southern Continent to do some things."

But just as Klein turned his head, Medici behind him suddenly stopped him. He twisted his waist and looked back, only to see the heroic-looking and charming lady waving to him.

'I'm definitely fine, but there might be something wrong with you. Fortunately, Ron and I are very familiar with each other, otherwise I would have reported it just because of your basement.'

"Ma'am, I want to find Ron Sotos. I have something I want to 'discuss' with him."

"and many more."

Klein's smile froze, and he folded his arms across his chest. He appeared to be standing on the same spot, but in fact, he moved back slightly to maintain a safe distance.

"Ma'am, what do you want to do?"

'Gan! Could it be that she has fallen in love with me? '

The great detective broke into a cold sweat and cursed in his heart.

It’s not his fault for overthinking, but according to Klein’s inference, this stunningly charming lady should be a witch.

And she’s also a demigod-level witch!

But he always had an inexplicable and mysterious fate with the witch, just like he always bumped into the "true creator" again and again.

When he studied history with Mrs. Sharon in Tingen City, it left a serious psychological shadow on him. Today's Tarot Club, Ron's image changes, and the laments in Emperor Russell's diary have made Klein even more... I'm sitting on pins and needles, and I can already imagine what tonight's nightmare is about.

Either he turned into a witch, or he was played by a witch. This is the most obvious thing!

"Ha, let me say it again, you are very good at provocation!"

Seeing the movements of the great detective and hearing the tone of the great detective, Medici's face twisted, recognizing the offensive power in Klein's words and actions.

"I heard Ron mention that you are an excellent detective, and that little kid also said that you are very knowledgeable and can always find out some problems that ordinary people can't detect. I have a commission, I don't know. Can you pick it up?"

"Ma'am, it depends on what kind of commission it is."

'And, is the price suitable?'

Seeing that it turned out to be serious business, Klein felt a little disappointed, and immediately put on a professional posture.

"Very well, come in. The door is not the place to talk, but remember, you can't tell others about this task, and the reward I can give you will definitely be generous!"

Opening the door of the villa, Medici walked around first, and after confirming that no one was there, he waved to the detective and asked him to come inside for a detailed discussion. Klein hesitated for a while, but finally gritted his teeth and chose to follow, because the two materials purchased at the Tarot Conference emptied most of his wallet, and the "bicycle" project he invested in would undoubtedly require money in the future.

'If you can take one commission after another, the demigod should be generous enough'

Muttering in his mind, he followed Medici to the sofa on the first floor.

"Heh, sit down. To be honest, it's hard for me to imagine how you met that little brat."

Red Angel lit another cigarette and glanced at this extraordinary person who was like a weak chicken.

Then he took out a cup and filled it with red wine in front of Klein.

"Red wine from Ormere, 1286."

He made an introduction and signaled to the guests to please take care of themselves.

'126 pounds! '

The corresponding prices flashed through the great detective's mind instantly, and he secretly smacked his lips at the luxury of Ron's house. Although he had stayed here for one night, he never thought that such expensive items would be used to entertain guests. Alcohol.

'And why are you entertaining guests with wine? I seriously doubt that I am the only one here as a guest.'

"Alas~ Madam, everything is over. When I first met Ron, he was just a homeless kid with little money, so I took him in."

Klein Moretti took a sip of this ridiculously expensive wine and responded sadly to what Medici had just said.

"But that little brat is not only greedy and lazy, but also has no self-awareness. He doesn't even wash his own clothes. He beats people when he disagrees with him. He either mocks people or gets into trouble every day. He will also file a complaint against me. , my boss filed a complaint and charged me with some groundless charges!”

"I still remember that when we first met, he loudly laughed at me for being an amateur fortune teller and slandered my reputation. Do you know how much psychological damage this has to a new Beyonder?"

But as he talked, Klein Moretti got more and more angry, and he couldn't help but feel sad. His complaints were like a flood that had opened up and couldn't stop at all.

He recalled the scenes of Ron's troubles, and he had never thought that this little kid was so annoying. He told Ron's crimes one by one, and when he spoke, he was spitting, with tears in his eyes, and his tone was sad, helpless, and angry. , feeling aggrieved, giving Medici the illusion of looking in the mirror.

"You're right. That little kid is indeed greedy, lazy, and very taunting. I washed his clothes, cooked the food, and cleaned the entire manor."

The red angel had become "unshaven" at this time. He arched his back and put his forearms on his thighs, and the cigarette in his hand was rising with white smoke, silently telling the sadness and sadness in his heart. depressed.

Suddenly, Medici put out the cigarette butt and poured himself a glass of red wine. He then raised the glass and looked at Klein Moretti, whose face was filled with tears and his voice was choked.

"Done!"

He suddenly shouted loudly, which aroused the recognition of the great detective.

"Done!"

Klein also shouted, and then the two poor people raised their wine glasses, clinked them, and drank them all.

Men don’t need to say much, it’s all in the wine!
"Ahem, your name is Sherlock, right? I, Medici, am not an ink-blowing person. If you have any problems in the future, just come to me and I will sort it out for you!"

"Sister Medici, don't worry. If you have anything to say, just tell me. There's no question of money or not!"

"Call brother!"

War Angel twitched the corner of his mouth and corrected the wording of the detective who had the same experience as himself.

At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the Fourth Age, back to the time when his own legion was still there. At that time, there were many subordinates and brothers who had the same thoughts as him.

"Oh, since this is what I said, I won't hide it from you. I really need help investigating some things!"

"Don't worry, that Russell said that brothers have to settle accounts clearly, and I won't give you less money!"

Medici patted his chest and spoke his sincere words to the detective who became more and more pleased with him.

"It's okay. I've never met anyone who can talk to me about what's on my mind. Brother, don't worry, I will definitely give you a result for your request!"

'I can do some divination above the gray fog. Alas, it seems that you can't be biased against other people's appearance. Medici is such a good person. Looking at his appearance, turning into a witch is probably a last resort.'

The great detective wiped the tears that overflowed from the corners of his eyes, and suddenly recalled the group of teammates he could rely on in Tingen.

"Boy, you are very good, I agree with you!"

Red Angel immediately stood up and patted Klein on the shoulder. Without pausing, he directly stated what he wanted to entrust.

"I want you to investigate who killed Lanrewus, and which despicable guy secretly wrote a report letter to the Church of the Goddess of Night!"

"Sherlock, I have some clues that should be able to help you!"

"The despicable guy who killed Lanerwus was good at divination. He might be a fortune teller like you, because the weapon he used was an ordinary pair of tarot cards, and normal people would not use this kind of weapon. of!"

"His height is 1.73 meters and his weight is on the thin side. This is judged based on the footprints. There is no error. He is about the same size as you!"

"And the most important point is that the traces left at the scene show that he is a low-sequence person because his fighting style is different from the high-sequence style among fortune tellers."

"Remember, you have to be careful when investigating. There is probably a hidden existence behind that despicable villain!"

After Medici finished speaking, he slapped the "despicable guy" who was stunned and had great expectations for this guy.

(End of this chapter)