Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 408 Your Name (3.1K)

Bang bang bang!
The knock on the door, not too loud nor too soft, rang out again, waking up the hesitant Sherlock Moriarty.

Something is wrong. Did the toll collector forget?

Klein, who had just finished a tarot meeting and heard so much heavy news, seemed a little suspicious. He rubbed his head and finally chose to walk forward and put his hand on the door handle.

This is called "have done nothing wrong, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking at the door"
Sherlock Moriarty muttered to himself, and a smile appeared on his face.

But before he could use his clown sense to observe outside the door, he heard a rustling sound from the door lock.

Immediately afterwards, accompanied by a huge force, the doorman was violently pushed open from the outside.

Sneak in and pick the lock! ?
The smile on the great detective's face froze instantly. Before Klein could prepare for the danger, his eyes suddenly widened and he looked at the visitor outside the door in disbelief.

At this moment, Klein Moretti's breathing stopped instantly, and he immediately lost the ability to think, and his language function was also lost.

ma da ko no se kai wa ~
boku wo ka i na ra shi te i ta i mi ta i da ~
K: Eh? Eh? Eh?
Lun: Uh? Uh? Uh?
Seeing this scene, Leonard Mitchell was so shocked that his mouth couldn't close. For a moment, he could only stare with wide eyes and point at Klein while making humming and aahing sounds.

Ron was an angel, so it was understandable that the one who died was an avatar, but according to the information the old man had just told him, Klein was clearly only a Sequence Six.

This is true resurrection from the dead!
"Klein"

Bang, click!

Leonard Mitchell was about to call out the name in his memory, but he felt a strong wind blowing across his face, and then the door was locked instantly, leaving no gap.

Bang bang bang!
"Klein, I know you're in there, stop pretending."

"I'm the only one outside the door, let's talk it over."

Bang bang bang!
There was another round of violent banging on the door, but there was no response from inside the room. Then there were the sounds of footsteps walking back and forth, ruthlessly rejecting the poet's visit.

"Kid, your former teammate is taking a wallet from the counter and he's trying to escape through the back window!"

At this time, an old voice came into the ears of the poet classmate, and Pallez Zoroast was watching the fun and laughing, just like an old rogue.

Hearing this, Leonard Mitchell's expression became serious and he stopped knocking on the door. Instead, he began to talk to himself at the door in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft.

"Hey, Klein, what if you run away and I can't find you?"

"Ms. Daly and I both know you live here. If we can't find you, I'm afraid we'll have to report it to the church."

"I forgot to tell you, I am the key training target of the church, and Ms. Daly is a deacon. When the time comes, your secret, tut tut tut..."

"Klein, you don't want others to know that you've been resurrected, right?"

Leonard was back to his gay state at this time. As soon as he finished speaking, the footsteps in the room suddenly stopped. After three minutes of silence, the sound of shoes stepping on the floor came from far away and came to the door again.

"come in……"

Klein did not struggle anymore. He turned aside, put on a sullen face, and reluctantly pulled the poet into the house.

"Heh, Klein is doing pretty well. How can he live in such a big house by himself?"

Facing the sour look of his former teammate, Leonard was not at all self-conscious. He didn't even ask for an invitation from the host of the room. He walked to the reception area of ​​the Great Detective like a familiar person, poured himself a cup of cold black tea, and drank it in small sips.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly fell silent, and silence was the main theme to ease the awkwardness.

"Why, our great magician who came back from the dead has nothing to say?"

"I remember that Sequence 8 "Clown" is followed by Sequence 7 "Magician"."

After a while, Leonard was the first to break the silence, speaking in a slightly poetic tone, as if he was meeting Klein for the first time.

"Hmph, I remember someone told me that there are many people in this world who have secrets, like you and me."

The great detective said something unpleasantly to his former colleague, which made Leonard choke and almost spit out the tea in his mouth.

Can't you guys just change your sentences one by one?

"It seems your secret is bigger than I thought."

"But I'm still very curious. I was the one who published your obituary, I helped to prepare your remains, and I was the one who sealed your coffin lid with iron nails. How did you come back to life?"

How would I know? If you ask me, who should I ask? But this is most likely a function of Sefirah Castle...

Hearing this, Klein curled his lips, complained in his heart, and then he was completely relieved.

Well, this guy doesn’t look like he’s here to arrest me or collect my pension, otherwise three big guys would have appeared and pinned me against the wall…

If you want to confirm the situation, you won't ask such a sensitive question right away...

"I don't know, actually."

"But I have a guess."

Klein nodded as if he was thinking about something. He didn't intend to hide anything. He walked directly to Leonard's side and whispered:
"you……"

"Do you know the ruler of time and space?"

That’s right, between continuing to conceal the truth and telling it, Klein chose to pass the buck.

Your secrets will never be exposed, never in this lifetime. Only by shifting the blame to others can you ensure absolute safety.

And now there just happened to be a perfect person to blame. The God of Time and Space? How was he related to Him?!

Leonard was stunned. He was very familiar with this person. The poet immediately reacted after hearing Klein's nonsense and looked at his former teammate with a playful expression:
"Klein, do you think I'm that easy to fool? Ron told me everything. He said that your resurrection seemed to be related to a being named "The Fool"..."

"Who told you that!!!?"

However, before Leonard could finish his words, Klein Moretti's face suddenly turned red. He pressed his former colleague's shoulders and shouted shrilly.

I knew it, I knew it!!!
My disguise was so perfect, how come Leonard came to my door in the blink of an eye? It turns out there is a traitor!
At this moment, there was no need for Ron to be there in person. Klein had already imagined in his mind the provocative expression of "Lululu" sticking out his tongue.

And in the meantime, there were even a few cries of "trash fish, trash fish, trash fish".

Shit, I was actually somewhat touched by the intelligence he shared with me. Damn it, I shouldn't have had any illusions about this guy...

After imagining in his mind that he had slapped the blond boy dozens of times, the great detective finally calmed down and leaned back in the main seat on the sofa, sighing.

"No matter what, being alive is a good thing."

"Klein, it seems that I discovered your secret first..."

Seeing this guy who always cared about his image suddenly lose his dignity, the black-haired and blue-eyed poet suppressed his laughter and continued to tease his former colleague.

How dare you say that!

Upon hearing this, Klein took a deep breath and snorted disdainfully, like a large Ron.

“I can’t compare to you. Your secret can instantly kill a Sequence Five, and you also have a Level 0 Sealed Artifact~”

"awesome!"

"But I have a question."

"Leonard, does my being alive affect your performance? Why do you have to wait until I'm dead before you take action?!"

Klein got angry whenever this matter was mentioned. He lost his high-paying job of ten pounds a week!

The poet was also stunned when he heard this. He quickly recalled the painful scenes that he didn't want to recall in the past. In the end, he found that what Klein said was really damn right.

Why didn't the old man take action earlier...

Just as the thought flashed through his mind and before he could ask, an old voice came from his ear.

"At the beginning, the 1.5-meter-tall guy died because he rushed forward on his own. What does it have to do with me?"

"Besides, you didn't know how to hold him back at that time."

Pales Zoroast curled his lips, sounding quite innocent, and put all the blame on the poet.

The black-haired, blue-eyed poet scratched his head awkwardly and laughed dryly three times.

"Ah, ha, ha, ha, Klein, let's talk about something else..."

"This, this, this..."

He was speechless and finally, based on his past experience of talking with people, he quickly changed the subject.

"Klein, you said you had contact with the God of Time and Space?"

Seeing the poet's expression, which was even more embarrassing than turning into a wheel and rolling down the stairs, the great detective had no intention of continuing to argue with him, and immediately started to talk nonsense:
"Yes, I had just arrived in Backlund not long ago, and I was invited to the church by his men."

"And the bishop there and the God of Time and Space cried and begged me to help them. Isn't this worthy of suspicion?"

Logically speaking, this is indeed worth pondering carefully. If I hadn't had the gunshot wound that healed automatically when I traveled through time, I would probably have thought the same way...

Picking up the cup on the table, Klein poured himself a cup of black tea, trying to use the coolness to suppress the raging fire in his heart.

Hearing this, Leonard immediately looked around, took another sip of the black tea, and found that the quality was not low.

"I never knew you were so powerful. How did you manage to be so highly regarded by a god?!"

His words were full of surprise. Obviously, he didn't expect that his former colleague was still a sought-after talent in the same sense.

“Maybe this is just luck.”

That's right, as long as you are unlucky enough...

With a slight twitch of his lips, Klein added the second half of the sentence in his mind.

Bad luck is also a kind of luck!
However, before he could continue to say anything, he heard his former teammate who he hadn't seen for a long time continue to sigh:
"My current weekly salary is 20 pounds, and I also receive various reimbursement benefits. Klein, from what you said, you are now a subordinate of the Church of the God of Time and Space. How much do you earn per week?"

Rather than talking about secrets or something like that, Leonard thought that Klein's hobby was clearly here.

No matter what, the safety of my former colleague's life is more important than anything else, especially after my own tests and the old man's inspection, no problems were found.

If they were the Beyonders who had been contaminated, I would have touched their "secrets" so frequently that they would have shown abnormal behavior long ago. They would not have confronted me like before...

"..."

Let’s not talk about this, we are still good friends…

(End of this chapter)