Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 361 Mr. Krabs and Mr. Plankton (3.7K)

"no problem."

The spiritual creature that looked like Mr. Krabs bowed again, and Klein was stunned and unconsciously recalled his childhood.

Habakak picked up the unsealed bottle, turned it upside down, and inserted it into his trouser pocket, which was obviously of a mismatched size.

The potion in the bottle poured back without causing a single drop to spill out, as if the trouser pocket of this spiritual creature named Habakak was some kind of four-dimensional pocket that would never be full.

More like...

This inexplicable and nonsensical painting style reminded Klein of the characters in cartoons.

"Hey, did you get the delicious recipe for the crab burger heirloom?"

After hesitating for a long time, the "time traveler" couldn't hold back his inner excitement and curiously flirted with Habakak, who looked like "Policy".

"What is that?" Habakak had a head full of question marks, his vertical single eye full of confusion.

"Well, it's a popular food in Bikini Bottom. It's Mr. Krabs's secret recipe. He's a very stingy crab."

Alas~ As expected, no one in the other world can get these things, even the so-called omniscient "small-minded" fell into the trap I prepared for him before.
Frankly speaking, this is also a good thing. If Habakak suddenly took out a can of Haibahu at this moment, Klein would probably be scared half to death on the spot.

After taking the empty bottle, Mr. Faceless looked at Mr. Pack, who did not show any reaction, and finally said shamelessly, muttering in a low voice:

"Well, the main ingredient for a sequence 1400 potion costs 1000 pounds. Just give me pounds."

The room suddenly fell into a long silence, and even the humming spiritual wind inexplicably weakened.

Although Klein tried his best to lower his voice, Habakak still heard the great detective's words clearly in this room blocked by the spiritual wall.

The Mr. Krabs you are talking about are not you, are they?
A very complex thought flashed through the eyes of the intelligent and rational demigod-level messenger. After hesitating for half a second, he still took out some small change from his pocket.

There were 1 penny, 1 quarter penny, fiord silver coins, and even gold coins issued by the ancient Kingdom of Trunsoest. The scattered coins formed a small pile that looked like it was worth more than a hundred pounds.

Seeing the varying degrees of wear and tear on the change, Klein felt a little distressed for a moment.

I am really nothing!

The great detective slapped himself hard in his heart, then he coughed lightly and pushed all the coins back.

"I was just joking. I don't really care about such a small amount of money. Uh, time is running out. I have to end the summoning!"

Taking a deep breath and quickly finding an excuse, this stingy guy saw the coins being stuffed into the messenger's pocket again, so he immediately ended the summons and started cleaning up the scene.

When all this was over, Klein came to a full-length mirror. He felt the distribution of his flesh and blood, and used the extraordinary ability of the Faceless Man to squeeze out a pair of A's with all his strength.

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The faceless man is still too forced, and the changes are only in appearance.
The great detective twitched the corner of his mouth, then quickly adjusted his body shape and facial features to feminine ones according to Sivir's masculine appearance.

Suddenly, he felt that the potion in his body seemed to be more compatible with him. Although it had not yet reached the point where it could be digested, there had indeed been slight changes.

It really works. If I can successfully hide it from everyone, will I take the opportunity to digest the potion directly?
Perhaps it was because Ron was a role model for him, or perhaps it was because he had set his goal at a high sequence, or perhaps it was because he had the experience of wearing a short skirt, Klein did not feel too embarrassed at this moment.

He silently recalled Ron as a teenager and Ron as a mature woman, and suddenly he had an epiphany.

No matter who you become, whether your gender or race changes, you can only be yourself.

Looking at himself in the mirror, with black hair, black eyes, delicate features, and a cold temperament, Klein exhaled deeply.

From now on - undercover agent Sylvie officially joins the team!

Taking a step, "Xyler" pushed open the bedroom door suddenly. Her long black hair fell to her raised hips. She walked with a fierce momentum, but she was still unmoved by A.

"Why did it become like this!?"

"Why didn't you tell me I would become a female!!!"

Klein widened his eyes and glared at the mature lady lying on the sofa with an extremely angry expression.

As the saying goes, life is like a play and all depends on your acting skills. At this moment, Klein suddenly felt that the "Faceless Man" potion in his body had been digested a little bit.

This means that there is nothing wrong with the character and performance he conceived. At least the Jessica in front of him completely believes that she is the subordinate who was deceived by her!
"Maybe I should call you Xiweier now?"

"Don't make such a fuss. There's nothing wrong with being a woman. If we want to be happy, we can still be happy..."

"Perhaps you want to have a grand banquet with me right now? But I guess you are not in the mood for it right now~"

The "Witch of Joy" slightly widened her eyes and looked carefully at the angry and painful expression on her subordinate's face.

She suddenly opened her legs and took steps in the air with a light laugh. Soon the smooth, silky mucus inside her lips reflected the dim, peachy sunlight.

This scene was still too exciting for a child like Klein. Fortunately, just as he was hesitating whether to continue watching or glance away, Lady Jessica stopped her seductive actions.

"Let's go, you are now an official member of the Witch Cult, and now I have a more important task for you!"

"The time is almost up. I will take you to meet some high society figures..."

Pulling off the translucent silk dress, the hot and mature lady acted like an enlightenment teacher. She first cleaned up the unknown liquid, then put on her clothes, and pulled the blushing detective into a four-wheeled private carriage.

Am I a formal member now? Shouldn't one pray to the original witch when joining the witch sect? Is it possible to join so hastily?

Although he had some doubts in his heart, seeing that Madam Jessica didn't mention it, Klein didn't ask any more questions and pretended to understand nothing.

"Where are we going?"

Referring to the cold and indifferent voice of the female Ron, Klein made some modifications and began to gather information in the carriage.

“A truly wonderful place, a wonderful place to enjoy, a wonderful place to satisfy your desires!”

As the carriage was moving, a breeze blew in through the window. Klein, who had long straight black hair, faced the pungent smell and pretended to be bored as he looked at the scenery outside the car.

Dirty and smelly streets, pedestrians with shabby clothes and faces full of numbness and fatigue, and the sound of people yelling and cursing in the distance. This is the East District!
Without much thought, the great detective, who had accompanied reporter Mike Joseph here several times for investigation, instantly figured out where this place was.

As his eyes wandered, Klein suddenly saw a familiar figure.

It's him!

The great detective was stunned. He didn't expect that he would end up here after all these twists and turns.

That's the Barrel Street patrolman, Officer Taylor.

It was the police officer who was sent away by Ron with just a few words last week, the nasty guy who checked him for illegal possession of guns!

"We are almost there, get ready to get off the carriage."

As soon as Jessica finished speaking, Klein felt the carriage turn a corner and stopped within a few dozen seconds.

I pulled open the car curtain and looked out, and found that this was a large courtyard. It was clean and tidy, and the stone slabs for people to walk on were not dirty at all, forming two completely different worlds from the East District streets outside.

"Come with me, don't just stand here!"

The "Witch of Joy" waved her hand and led her subordinates towards the interior of the courtyard.

"help me……"

But at this moment, Klein's ears moved, and he suddenly heard a faint cry for help.

Help!? Someone is asking for help here!?

Looking around the clean and tidy courtyard, the great detective's heart sank suddenly, and he always felt that something seemed to be wrong here.

According to his analysis, this should be a stronghold of the Witch Cult, but shouldn't the stronghold be filled with cultists who are cautiously avoiding pursuit?
Why is there a cry for help?

"I think I heard a cry for help?"

Taking a deep breath, the undercover agent slowed down his pace and asked the baron's wife tentatively.

Jessica stopped and turned to look at her subordinate who had turned into a witch in surprise.

"Heh, I thought you would ignore it. It seems you are kinder than I thought..."

"To be honest, I prefer your personality, Xiweier~"

As she spoke, the lady immediately changed direction and led Klein around the main building in the courtyard, following the faint cry for help.

She still had that charming expression, as if nothing else mattered to her except the bitterness.

"Save... help me..."

The faint sound became clearer and weaker, and the volume kept changing between calls, sometimes louder and sometimes softer.

Finally, under the gloomy sky, Klein followed Jessica to a servant's room.

The door was pushed open with a creak, and a hoarse voice asking for help accompanied by low sobs came towards him. Klein's breathing paused when he saw the scene inside.

I saw a girl of about seventeen or eighteen years old with her hands and feet tied up, her clothes torn into rags, revealing large areas of her snow-white skin.

At this moment, she was lying weakly on the table, her face was bruised, her eyes were red and swollen, and her mouth was making mechanical calls for help.

However, her efforts were completely destroyed by a big hand that tightly covered her mouth. The large and powerful masculine hand sometimes relaxed and sometimes exerted force, making the girl who was suffering from terrible torture cry for help louder or softer.

Klein was stunned by the unbearable scene before him. He clenched his fists and there seemed to be lightning flashing in his eyes.

At this moment, the man who was doing shameful things in the house suddenly noticed the presence of outsiders. He looked up suddenly and saw Mrs. Jessica with a faint smile on her face and Klein with a gloomy face and eyes that seemed to flash with lightning.

"Mrs. Jessica, why are you here?"

He pulled up his pants instantly, revealed an obscene smile, and quickly came to the front of the "Witch of Joy" in a flattering manner.

"What's going on with you?"

The witch pointed at the girl lying on the table and asked playfully without any surprise.

"She is not very obedient and always wants to run away. The boss asked me to teach her a lesson. You see, even though she has no strength left, I kept asking her to call for help."

"This bitch wanted to run away and ask for help, so I let her scream as much as she wanted. Look, she's much more obedient now, haha..."

The man with a long and narrow face and a crew cut laughed, as if what had just happened was not a big deal here.

"Oh my, how pitiful~"

Jessica glanced at her subordinate, then approached the powerless girl with a playful look, pinched her cheek, and carefully looked at the desperate and numb expression.

"Ma'am, I think we should treat her first. She is about to go into shock. Whether it's teaching her a lesson or something else, losing someone's life is a loss after all..."

Klein took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, quickly found an excuse, strode forward and took the initiative, intending to help the poor girl up.

But at this moment, he suddenly saw a black flame spreading out from the void and instantly engulfed it.

The sound of violent vomiting suddenly rang out, echoing in the servant room and in Klein's mind.

He watched the girl vomiting blood and spitting out her own shattered internal organs. Finally, she lay on the ground as if relieved, without a trace of life.

For her, even her spirit was burned into nothingness by the black flames, so it is unlikely to be considered a relief.

"Xilver, I like your kindness, and I like it even more when that kindness disappears."

"Remember, she died because of you. If it weren't for you, she might have lived a little longer after enjoying herself~"

Jessica still looked the same, without any change in expression, and her aura remained calm, as if she had just done something trivial.

(End of this chapter)