Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 396 You Angels. (3K)

"Are you sure you want to go in with me wearing this?"

Looking at Klein, who was dressed in women's clothes and had no idea of ​​the seriousness of the problem, the Red Angel was kind enough to give him a reminder.

"Uh"

The despicable fortune teller had apparently just realized this. He was so nervous before that he even forgot that he was actually wearing women's clothes. Although he was covered by a black robe, it still gave people a weird feeling.

The Faceless Man did digest the potion a little bit, which seemed to be because the "White Saint" recognized my identity and what I did during this period of time, but only a little bit. Unlike the "Magician", the "Faceless Man" seemed to be more important to last.
For example, Sherlock Moriarty is a role I always unconsciously play in my daily life, which is why I have developed a connection with the "Faceless Man" potion. If you look at it this way, if I pretended to be Amon, put on a monocle, and deceived the angels in the villa, would I digest it on the spot?
Amon has hurt me thousands of times, but I still treat Amon like my first love.

Even though he was just criticized, it still couldn't stop the "cautious" fortune teller's passion for seeking death.

Recalling the servants wearing monocles when he first met them, Klein shuddered violently and rejected this dangerous idea in his heart.

No, who knows if this will turn me into a clone, which is no different from a dish delivered to your door.
After thinking carefully for a while, he suppressed the thoughts in his mind, changed back to Jessica's appearance, and nodded to the Red Angel.

It is regrettable that between complete metamorphosis and incomplete metamorphosis, Klein chose the latter and merely changed his appearance to conceal his true identity.

He placed his palm on the door handle and pressed it down. This action was like touching something. As soon as the door was opened a crack, a breeze accompanied by a bloody smell blew through from inside, and at the same time a hysterical scream occurred.

The owner of the sound seemed to have experienced something inhumane, or saw something weird that even a demigod could not accept.

The scream sounded again, this time it was closer to the disordered roar of a wild beast, mixed with a strong sense of despair, which made Klein's pupils shrink suddenly.

He recognized it; it was the voice of the White Saint.

Without any hesitation, Klein immediately held the Red Angel to his chest while closing his eyes and plugging his ears with paper balls.

Be quick to show off your skills and keep a cool attitude. This is the fortune teller's philosophy of life.

The world in front of Catalina, which was made up of mountains of flesh and blood, began to distort and change. Various twisted black lines appeared in her retina. They twisted and crawled, and finally turned into a clean and ordinary bedroom with a buzzing head.

"I am back"

The boundless world made up of shells, hair, tendons, blood vessels, and tumors that she had lived in for thousands of years finally disappeared from her sight, as if it were the deepest and darkest dream.

Tears suddenly welled up in the eyes that were blocked by dried blood, melting the scabs and turning the red world in front of the eyes back to its original color.

Sitting on the ground with a thud, the White Saint let out a nervous laugh, as if she had been teased.

She survived by eating rotten flesh and blood for thousands of years.

Medici pushed the door open and saw the witch with dirty clothes torn into strips, bloodshot eyes, and a creepy, neurotic laugh. His face twitched involuntarily.

"Ask me... I'll tell you everything..."

The hoarse voice echoed in the bedroom, plain yet full of inexplicable weirdness.

Time can teach people a lot of things, and "a long time" can make people obedient.

……

"We, in cooperation with the royal family, are for the characteristics of the "Conqueror", which will be sacrificed to the original..."

"Backlund... has many bases for kidnapping and trafficking people. They are located on Vincent Street in the East District and White Hat Street in the West District..."

"I don't know, I really don't know. We don't know what the royal family is doing. We are only responsible for transporting the goods..."

Under the interrogation of Klein and Medici, the White Saint, who was on the verge of collapse and trembling all over, concealed nothing and revealed all the information she knew, which went more smoothly than Klein expected.

Although he knew that the human trafficking was driven by a faction of the royal family, he did not expect the power behind it to be so huge.

At this moment, Klein remembered Ron's wise words at the Tarot Club.

What are they planning?

Frankly speaking, although Klein really wanted to rescue the slaves who had been sent away, even if he got the intelligence and reported it to the three major churches, it would still be a safe and good way.

But the former Night Watchman who strictly abided by his professional ethics now only felt a sense of exhaustion. He was only Sequence 6 now, and if he wanted to get involved in this chess game, he had to become at least a demigod.

"Without Ron's help, I might have been like Ian's employer, rotting in the sewer and being eaten by rats. I can no longer cause trouble to Him. He has helped me enough, and there are so many angels in my home who are hostile to the Orthodox Church. Once I am discovered..."

After taking a deep breath and writing down the address provided by Katarina, Klein silently put the note into his pocket.

Even though he was thick-skinned, he didn't want to bother the blond boy anymore after learning part of the truth behind it. As for the location of the mausoleum that the other party wanted to investigate, he couldn't even see it. Forcing an investigation would only make things worse.

"The clue is broken. If I were you, I would stop in time. You are as weak as a newborn bird. Even a dog from Backlund can make you scream for help!" Compared to Klein, Medici seemed much more energetic. He seemed to be mocking but was actually giving advice, trying to make Klein give up.

What are you talking about? Did you predict in the spirit world that I was chased by a demon dog?
The great detective curled his lips and replied unconvincedly:
"If she can't handle what you want, forget about it. After all, you go out to buy groceries every day, and someone must have noticed you, and they will definitely be on guard against you."

"Maybe you can hire a psychiatrist for her and make her yours."

Klein's ridicule was undoubtedly very effective, causing Medici, who was in a good mood, to fall from the clouds to the bottom of the valley in an instant.

Now the Witch Sect and the royal family have not completed the transaction yet, so if he wants to intercept the "Conqueror" feature, he doesn't know where to go.

Strictly speaking, the clues about Medici were also cut off, as if there was a big hand behind the scenes controlling everything and telling them to stop the investigation.

Forget it. The most important thing now is to digest the potion and advance to Sequence 5. I have the ingredients and the formula, but where can I find the mermaid?
After thinking for a while, Klein made a short-term plan for himself. He also planned to dress up as the Black Emperor tonight and report the Witch Cult and the royal family to the three major churches, so that they would have to worry about it.

This is what we call the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility.
After figuring everything out, he said goodbye to Medici and returned to the living room on the first floor, wanting to ask Ron where he could meet the mermaid.

"This painting of yours is so ugly and disgusting. I suggest you hang it in your bedroom as a treasure!"

As soon as he entered the living room, he saw a 1.4-meter-tall black-haired boy pointing at Ron.

Klein had seen this little fellow a long time ago, but he suppressed his curiosity and didn't ask any more questions.

It won't be another angel, there are four of them now, and they can all play mahjong.
Silently complaining in his heart, the great detective took a step forward and poked his head out to look curiously at the scroll in the blond boy's hand.

It was a picture made up of various biomass. The blood and disgustingness inside it was so great that Klein, who only took a glance at it, showed a look of disgust.

"Stop farting, what do you know? It's disgusting, but it's perfectly disgusting!"

The blond boy retorted, leaving Will Auceptin speechless.

At this moment, His black pupils glanced at Klein, who was standing stupidly beside him, and a hint of sadness suddenly appeared on His face.

"You were the one who gave him my paper crane!?"

The mercury snake pointed at Ron, then looked at the confused detective with its big watery eyes, and burst into tears.

What do you mean?
Thousand paper cranes! ? Doctor Allen's Thousand Paper Cranes! ?

Isn’t this thing related to the Mercury Snake?
Could it be... No way, big brother, you are all angels, why are you so childish, how can you be even more...

Klein's face changed, revealing an expression of having gained new insights. At this moment, he suddenly felt that Ron could be considered mature.

Although it is a bit arrogant sometimes, it is also a signature feature.

"What do you say I should do? I'm so miserable and unlucky. How did I run into you?"

"You must compensate me!"

Will Auceptin cried and screamed without dignity, and he cried so hard that he actually lunged forward and wiped his snot on Klein's trouser legs.

"Don't come over here, calm down, calm down!"

The great detective stepped back hastily, trying to pull away Will Auceptin who was hugging his legs. The complex expression on his face was so confusing that even a professional psychologist could not interpret it.

Why do these angels look like this all the time! ?

"You must promise to do something for me. This is the price you pay for offending me, otherwise I will beat you up!"

The mercury snake hung on Klein's trouser leg half in a threatening and half rogue manner. No matter how hard he swung it, he couldn't throw Will Auceptin, who was as sticky as taffy, away.

What a sin, I should have left immediately...

"Okay, but you can't ask for things that I can't do or that go against my wishes."

Klein felt very guilty at this time. Frankly speaking, for the safety of his good friend Allen, he had to stir up trouble and see if Ron had any solution.

But I didn't expect that after going around in circles, it would come back to me.

"Okay! This is what you said!"

Will Auceptin suddenly stood up with a hint of joy on his face. He wiped his snot on his trouser legs and ran away with a smile on his face.

Enough is enough, this world is hopeless...

(End of this chapter)