Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 366 Browsing History is Evidence (3K)

"He still has no tricks?"

After walking around the kitchen, Ron, like a hamster, chewed a small cake while walking to the sofa in the living room and circled around Amon who was hung upside down.

The teasing look stung the angel's face and he wanted to break free from the control of the wishing lamp and give this despicable guy a good punch.

"No, but I can see that He is deceiving me."

The red angel evil spirit floated in the air, with its long red hair simply coiled behind its ears, and its charming and heroic face revealed an extremely confident expression.

Amon is like this, a stubborn crow, never telling the truth.

You know shit!
Being hung in the air and trying to cheat on the whipping rules, the angel's lungs were about to explode with anger.

He, Amon, was finally honest for once, but no one understood him at all.

Looking at Ron's smug look, Shi Tianshi suddenly understood something.

Stealing, playing pranks, and taking away other people's destiny are all evil acts that are too low-level. The highest level of fraud is to wrongly accuse someone else without any loopholes, make him be deserted by his friends and relatives, and then take his original position as a stranger.

The most important point is that while the victims are heartbroken, they can also see the real murderer is at large and free.

Standing upside down and pushing his monocle, the angel's slightly distorted face regained its composure, and strange knowledge seemed to flash in his dark eyes.

Compared to what Ron did, He Amon was still too naive. He was not bad enough or despicable enough. At most, he could be used as a scapegoat.

"I can help you check His past and see if He stole the money."

Seeing that Amon had not yet been tortured into confessing, the handsome young man pretending to be a big-tailed wolf shook his golden ponytail and gave quite sincere advice.

However, before the Red Angel could say no or yes, Ron touched his chin thoughtfully.

“Hiss… I remember the first time I saw this clone was in the Southern Continent. At that time, I made Him smaller and flicked His penis…”

As soon as these words were spoken, the huge living room became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, and Amon's face, which had just calmed down, gradually turned green.

"I remember that I played it, not only did Pareto..."

"I admit that I stole the money!"

Before the boy could finish his words, Amon immediately "willingly" admitted his crime without any hesitation.

Compared to the fact that he was exposed for having his penis flicked by Pales Zoroast, it's better to be wronged...

He is an angel, and although he is shameless, he still has some image baggage...

"Hey, little crow, how are you going to compensate me?"

"Perhaps you can go to the donation boxes of the three major churches and steal some. Why, wouldn't the great Time Angel dare to do so?"

"Oh, shut up, Medici!"

Sunday, early morning.

A hand holding a feather pen is quickly writing an important letter.

[Dear Klein, I have good news to tell you. I have already completed the construction of the factory, which also comes with a complete set of industrial equipment. Now I can let the inventor of the bicycle go and implement the production line. To be honest, I am not too interested in this aspect.]

[According to the shares we agreed on that day, you now own 38% of the shares of the bicycle project. According to the current price, this is a full 2000 pounds, which is enough wealth for a poor guy like you to stay at home for the rest of your life.]

【But don’t be happy too soon.】

[The creeping hunger is lent to you. Even without considering its own use value, the properties contained in it must be worth at least 18,000 pounds.]

After writing the letter urging Mr. Fool to work and earn money to pay off his debts, Ron breathed a sigh of relief.

Brothers should be clear about accounts. Recently, he found that this detective was a bit slack. He didn't do his job properly and was always thinking of some crooked ways to make quick money.

What a depravity!

After stuffing a letter that was enough to drain Klein dry into an envelope and handing it to the messenger, the blond boy leaned back. His two short legs began to sway in the air, and finally he slumped down in the chair.

The bicycle production has come to an end, and the next issue is sales. As the largest shareholder, we can't expect a big detective with a lot of debts to handle this matter.

Ron also has his own plan for this, which is nothing more than buying, buying, buying, and acquiring various channel companies.

Or make a good advertisement or a good slogan, like saying that the Goddess of Night, the Lord of Storms, the God of Steam and Machinery will all say it’s good to ride on it.

In Loen, if the three major churches had not come to the rescue with this slogan, the bicycle would definitely be a big seller, and the target audience would definitely not only be the original wealthy working class, but even some nobles.

Of course, the above is just a joke. The most important thing next is to acquire various companies and industries to achieve capital repatriation, use Rune's money to buy Rune's resources, and finally transport them all to the southern continent.

Whether it is shipbuilding or military industry, buy it if you can, and buy it if you can’t.

From a big picture perspective, all this money was flowing within the Kingdom of Loen, but the resources converted from its earnings were constantly flowing out, which was no different from getting something for free. When the snowball got bigger and bigger and involved more and more industries, the Loen royal family would only have two choices.

First, assassinate Ron Sotos and put an end to this evil business empire!

Second, accept the belief in the "God of Time and Space". If you can't defeat them, join them and become one of them.

As for whether or not he would lose money in business... Ron simply didn't bother to think about it.

Trunsoest is a kind-hearted man, and the wealth within the Ghost Empire that can rival that of a country is no joke.

"I still don't have enough talented people under my command. That poor guy Klein has his own things to do. Medici only knows how to fight wars. It's good enough that Amon doesn't do anything bad. Sharon is too shameless and doesn't know how to use dirty tricks..."

Unbuttoning the white shirt, revealing the fair and smooth skin, the blond boy thought about it and decided that the only person who could be used was the witch Kan who was on a secret mission.

"Tsk, it's almost time to start. I miss you so much after not seeing you for a day, Alia..."

Pulling his increasingly fat belly, the handsome young man left the bedroom barefoot without wearing shoes or socks, and picked up today's Honest Man Daily on the coffee table in the gorgeous living room.

Ron pouted as he glanced at today's front-page headlines.

[The Black Emperor! It is reported that last night, a man wearing heavy black armor and a twisted crown destroyed the Rogue Party entrenched in the East District by himself. He not only looted all the safes, but also rescued nearly a hundred innocent girls who were kidnapped! ]

【…】

"Tsk, this is not what the Black Emperor should do!"

After reading this special report, Ron sighed inexplicably and his golden eyes continued to scan downwards.

[A member of the Kingdom Air Pollution Investigation Committee was murdered. According to police reports, Ms. Nancy Swell was found dead at home last night. Last night, all the members of the committee received threatening letters, and a bloody rag doll with chopped limbs was also attached. According to police tests, this was the blood of that poor lady! ]

[This is a violation of the kingdom's laws and a provocation to public safety! ]

[Lord Hibbert Hall, Chief Secretary of the Kingdom's Air Pollution Investigation Committee, vows to find the murderer. At the same time, he is not afraid of danger and makes an important speech to the coal merchants who are blocking the pollution investigation...]

Very good, not without brains. By doing this, the attention of the official Beyonders will be focused on these people, and then it will be easier to kidnap that duke...

With just a glance, Ron discovered the meaning behind this news.

[Conston Coal and Steel Association condemned Honest Steel Company, believing that raising workers' wages for no reason was an attempt to disrupt the market balance. The country is developing at a high speed, and excessive costs will lead to...]

[It is reported that the serial killer was brutally murdered by a mysterious person, and the chivalrous thief Black Emperor suddenly appeared. Will he be related to this incident? Will he be the mysterious person who killed the serial killer...]

I spent a few minutes reading today's newspaper and folded it up so that it would be easier for those who come later to read it.

Just as Ron was unkempt, unbuttoning all his shirts and picking up a bottle of wine, ready to spend the day, the doorbell of the villa rang.

He moved his ears and heard the conversation coming from the door.

"Why are you here again?"

"Open the door disciple" Amon looked at the great detective in front of him with a slightly disgusted expression.

"Your teaching isn't over yet, shouldn't I come and learn from you?"

"Is Ron here?"

Klein responded with a smile and expressed his meaning in a tactful way.

Taking off the heavy woolen coat that protected him from the biting chill in the early morning, and feeling the spacious living room that was very warm early in the morning, the great detective couldn't help but sigh in his heart at the luxury of the rich.

If this three-story villa were to be kept warm by lighting the fireplace, Klein would feel a little pained just thinking about the daily expenses.

He raised his head and did not need to look around. According to Ron's habit, he looked straight at the soft sofa and saw the blond boy holding a bottle of wine and acting like a spoiled child.

"Why are you here again?"

As expected, Klein walked forward and heard the usual standard greeting from Ron's family.

"Good morning, Ron. Why, you are so powerful, don't you know why I am here?"

Why are you pretending, little brat? Sooner or later I will pin you down.
Unrealistic fantasies flashed through the great detective's mind, and at the same time he greeted the boy with disheveled blond hair with a hypocritical politeness. Without waiting for a response from the boy, he took out his wallet and took out a paper crane.

"This is what Alan asked me to give you. He listened to your advice and found that he was not so unlucky anymore. However, he still wants you to cast witchcraft to help him avoid disaster."

"Then he has to find the goddess of night!"

Putting down the bottle and standing up suddenly, Ron took the exquisitely crafted paper crane and examined it carefully, making exclamatory sounds.

"Ron, does this really have something to do with the Mercury Serpent?"

(End of this chapter)