Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 395 What Did I Do Wrong?

"I don't accept it! Why do you believe them and not me?"

Every time a lie appears, an Amon will be hurt.

Emperor Roselle said it well, the wicked complain first, why can't you use your wisdom to analyze it carefully! ?

Shi Tianshi pushed his monocle and used his ability as a "cryptographer" to instantly understand the whole story.

He saw that this little brat was just looking for trouble on purpose!
"Amon, no one believes you. Klein was hinting. It's very likely that you have already hidden it from me."

"And Medici also testified that you are likely to do such a thing."

At this time, the living room on the first floor was brightly lit, and all the people in the villa were pointing fingers at Amon. Some of them were gloating over his misfortune, some were taking advantage of his misfortune, and some kept looking around, not daring to look him in the eye.

At this moment, the confused angel finally felt the malice from the world and seemed to understand what it felt like to be deceived and played with by others.

Suddenly, his conscience began to prick, and a sense of guilt welled up in his heart.

Wait, something is wrong, it wasn't me who did it, why should I feel guilty! ?
The monocle slipped off, and Amon was stunned when he saw Ron's slightly raised mouth corners and the happy smile that often appeared on his face in the past.

Only when you feel the pain when a knife is inserted into your body can you truly understand the pain.

As a natural mythical creature, Amon plays with the world and understands human nature, but he cannot empathize.

The reason is that the starting point is too high, and the ancient sun god was negligent in discipline, or did not discipline him harshly, which led to the emergence of such a despicable guy.

In fact, after throwing that punch, Ron's anger had already dissipated for the most part, but he really didn't expect that Klein, a man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, would put the blame on Amon.

Without even bothering to lament how despicable and shameless the fortune tellers were, Ron went straight down to the first floor and began to talk nonsense in a serious manner, hoping to make the angel of time feel the dangers of society.

Pushing his monocle down again, the angel forced a smile on his face. He shook his greasy blue work clothes and straightened his crystal-carved monocle.

Then He picked up a bottle of red wine and poured Ron a full glass.

As He fell, an apologetic smile appeared on His face.

"sorry"

"Where did I go wrong?!"

Suddenly, the angel of time swung the bottle and hit Klein next to him on the head.

Amon thought that Ron would never be able to avoid picking a fight with him. The only thing he could do was to accept the false accusation and get beaten.

So if I die, you, the culprit, will never live!

This is top-level fraud, a fraud that no one could have imagined!
The wine bottle shattered, blood and red wine spilled all over the floor. The confused Mr. Fool looked dazed, his head was dizzy, and he didn’t even realize that he had been stabbed.

Ron was also somewhat surprised that Amon had actually learned it well. He did not expect that the three methods provided by the Death Ghost were more despicable and cruel than each other.

"Klein, are you okay!?"

He exclaimed, and quickly grabbed Klein's collar and began to shake him left and right. The great detective, who was able to speak, was now foaming at the mouth and could not speak clearly. After shaking for ten minutes, Ron sighed helplessly at the completely unconscious great detective, and snapped his fingers, restoring everything around him to a state where it had not been damaged.

"I have trapped the witch in your room. If you two have any information you want to ask, go now!"

Ron's golden eyes moved slightly, and he looked at the red angel floating in the air, and threw the awakened Mr. Fool over to him.

"As for you"

Looking at Amon who was standing aside, unruly and ready to be beaten, the blond boy snorted disdainfully and ignored him. Instead, he turned his gaze to the mercury snake who was sneering coldly.

"It's all your fault. You must be too unlucky to cause all this to happen."

The blond boy became angrier the more he thought about it. He took two steps forward, snatched the dessert that Will Auceptin had bought with his own money, and stuffed it into his mouth in two bites.

No, why do you blame others just because you have nothing to do with it?
The Mercury Snake was speechless for a moment, but fate told him that it was best not to talk back.

"Well, you're not really going to change your way of finding the witch, are you?"

On the stairs, Klein, who felt that he was already very familiar with the Red Angel, cleared his throat and asked the question he was most curious about.

As he asked, he stretched out his palm to touch the top of his head, trying to touch the wound that was bleeding profusely a minute ago.

Ron's ability is amazing. This doesn't seem to be a cure, otherwise my mind wouldn't be so clear and there wouldn't be any blood left.
"Oh, it's a pity that you don't leave Hunter. Are all fortune tellers as courageous as you?"

"Not only did you dare to plot against Amon, you even dared to ask such a question in front of me. Even Zaratul didn't dare to be so presumptuous in front of me!"

The War Angel admired Klein's bravery, but had some doubts about his intelligence.

You are so brave, don't you consider the consequences?

Klein was stunned for a moment, and then began to reflect on whether he had been too arrogant recently.

Well, there are indeed some, but there is nothing we can do about it. You all don’t behave like the angels in myths and legends at all. You don’t have any style at all. Can you blame me?
While thinking, the great detective's clear eyes were reflected in Medici's eyes. He instantly saw what Klein was thinking, and the expression on his face instantly became as uncomfortable as constipation.

No matter how noble his status was, he could only be a cook in this villa. Amon was even worse off, as he had become an assembly line worker producing bicycles.

In terms of position, he is even below this detective.

"Alas, what a sin."

With a helpless sigh, the War Angel spoke out the new words invented by Emperor Roselle from the bottom of his heart.

Klein seemed to have sensed Medici's depression. He felt a little embarrassed. He struggled to comfort him:
"Don't think too much. Ron is still a good person. At least he is nice to the people around him."

Recalling the members of Tingen's team, as well as the old captain and Ms. Daly who were brought together intentionally or unintentionally, Klein felt more and more that these were all Ron's doing.

Yes, and Old Neil, who was also reported by Him
"Oh, you are right, but his usual personality is indeed not so easy to accept."

For example, I have been worn down. If it were before, I would have led the army to raze this villa to the ground.
Sighing in his heart once again, the Red Angel brought Klein to the room where the witch was imprisoned.

(End of this chapter)