Lord of the Mysteries

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Al Hasen echoed:

“Really, it’s hard to imagine that the follow-up to the 'divince’ would be a 'clown’, and according to normal logic, no one would link them together.”

"Is this strange? I remember a lot of the sequence of potions, and there is no necessary connection between them." Brunette Ms. Luo Luota yawned and could see that her injury was so serious that she was so " The goddess' gaze is also difficult for her to maintain her energetic energy.

"No, Luoluota, this is completely different. Even if other serial potions are lacking in relevance, we can find certain commonalities from other aspects, but 'divination' and 'clown' can't, I can't understand. Al Hasson shook his head and exclaimed.

Klein listened to their comments and smiled:

"No, there are still things in common."

"What is it?" Ayr asked curiously, and Dunn's movements to his arms also slowed down noticeably.

Klein replied in a serious way:

"Whether it is a 'divince' or a 'clown', it can be found at the circus."

"..." Ayr, Dunn and Lorotta were there.

"Oh... a good answer, I like young people like you!" The lady, Loro, was the first to return to God and laughed.

Ayre smiled and shook his head and said:

"In this era, there are fewer and fewer gentlemen with self-deprecating spirit. Fortunately, we have one more person today."

Do you think that I like to laugh at myself... I didn’t think of other things in common... Klein whispered a few words, and the smile answered bitterly:

"I only hope that the potions of this sequence will no longer have the names of "tamer", ‘crochet actor', ‘magician’, etc., and that’s what makes up the circus.”

And still a group of people...

"Haha." Dunn and others immediately laughed at his words, and the carriage was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

The carriage went all the way to Zoetland Street, and Klein, who had not been injured, entered the Black Thorough Security Company.

"Goddess! What happened to you? How could it become like this?" Rosanne looked at him with a sigh of relief.

Klein looked down at his dirty and broken dress, still feeling distressed:

"There is always such an accident in the mission. Fortunately, the goddess is blessed and the ending is wonderful."

"Like beautiful god!" Luo Shan devoutly painted a "Red Moon" on her chest.

Not waiting for Klein to speak, she volunteered:

“Need us to go to the third floor again to avoid it? Is that seal so dangerous?”

"Trust me, it's more dangerous than you think." Klein replied with a lingering heart.

If you don’t have a more mysterious “transportation ceremony”, you will be told today at “2-049”!

"Goddess..." Rosanne's lips twitched. There seemed to be a lot of words to say. There were still many questions to ask, but considering that the captain was waiting underneath, she finally endured the urge to greet Mrs. Oliana and others. Go to the third floor - the black and white thorn security company's left and right next door, upstairs and downstairs, either belong to the church industry, or live in a devout, ignorant priest.

When the civilian staff were all evacuated, Klein did not rush to the entertainment room to inform other nights, he immediately returned, assisted the captain and others to seal the "2-049", monster Bieber residue and Antigonus family notes Escorted to the second floor.

Through the partition, Dunn pushed the door of the entertainment room and said to the two nights who are playing the Kwant brand:

"Frye, Luo Yao, you immediately go to the Tyrrell warehouse in the dock area to assist Leonard in the follow-up."

"Okay." The woman with dark hair and a cold expression, Luo Yao took the lead.

The black-eyed, pale-skinned "corporate" Frye stood up straight.

They put down the Quinter card and walked out of the recreation room. When they passed the partition, they obviously stopped.

"Wait." Dunn shouted without letting everyone expect.

"Is there anything else?" "The sleepless person" Luo Yao asked and turned his head.

"Remember to inform the police, let them block the road, don't let anyone close before you handle the scene, don't let anyone close." Dunn patted the forehead.

"Okay." Luo Yao turned and walked two steps forward, and then stopped again.

She turned her head back and rubbed her eyes, confirming coldly and faintly:

"Captain, is there anything else?"

"No." Dunn replied categorically.

Luo Yaowei invisible nod and took the lead to the door.

The chilly and dark "collector" Frye still maintains a speed that is not fast or slow.

Just then, Dunn spoke again:

"Remember, remember to tell Mrs. Rosanne and Mrs. Oliana that they can come down."

"No problem." Frye calmly replied with almost no emotional fluctuations.

Watching the two nights go out of the gate and climb to the third floor, Klein quietly breathed a sigh of relief, followed the captain and Ayr and other people into the underground, all the way straight, arrived at the opposite of the Chanis Gate.

"You go to the arsenal and look for the old Neil. We need his ritual magic treatment." Dunn gestured to the remaining "sleeper" Cohen Li to open the door of Chanis, while telling Klein.

As the effect of the drug faded, his spirit gradually faded.

"Okay." Klein didn't wait for the captain to add it. He said, "I will replace the old Neil guardian arsenal. I will apply for at least twenty hunting bullets and wait for the approval of the church. The curiosity of the Antignus family notes."

"..." Dunn couldn't find a language to deal with.

"Captain, is there anything else?" asked Klein, who had finished the answer.

Dunn shook his head and still couldn't speak.

Removed the cane, turned the body, and took a trip. Klein turned to the arsenal and told the old Neil who was drinking the water.

"It became a monster that was out of control... Did you kill an extraordinary person?" Old Neil quickly cleaned up the table. "I am like listening to a play script."

He muttered around the table and pointed to the corridor, not waiting for Klein's answer.

Klein asked quite curiously:

"Mr. Neil, does the church have no real healing potions? It still needs the help of ritual magic."

"Ordinary material blending agents can't cure the ritual healing effect for a long time. Extraordinary types of materials are very rare, and most of them are not suitable for doing this kind of thing." Old Neil explained with a mouthful, "You should know 'Goddess' gaze', this medicinal agent is a standard, real healing agent when it is made through rituals, but every minute, the effect is evaporating until there is only one left."

"This way..." Klein nodded slightly.

As a former "keyboard adventurer", that is, game enthusiasts, it is a matter of habit to look forward to therapeutic agents.

Watching Neil leave, he sat down and felt the peace that was long.

In this kind of tranquility, he recalled the tragic situation of the swallowtail clown when he died. He recalled his cold-blooded shooting and recalled the wounds and the blood from the berth.

Klein's body gradually shuddered, and his heart was full of discomfort. He stood up first, then sat down, then slowly repeated the process and moved around.

"Call..." He vomited and tried to find something for himself, lest he always remembered the bad pictures.

Klein took off his top hat, took off his formal attire, took out his handkerchief and brush, and carefully cleaned up the dirt and dust on his clothes.

I don't know how long it took, he heard the familiar old Neil footsteps - that was made by the heel first landing.

"It's really exhausting..." Old Neil complained about going into the room.

"You tell others that you don't come here for an hour. I need a certain rest." His eyes swept over Klein and he ordered.

"It's better to go upstairs and rest, I guard here?" Klein kindly proposed.

Old Neil shook his head:

"There is too noisy, and Rosan is a girl who can't stop."

"Okay." Klein didn't insist, put on his coat, put on his hat, picked up his cane, went back to the hallway, and pulled the door of the arsenal to half.

Hey, hey, hey, he walked slowly in the empty aisle, and suddenly saw a room next to him that he had never seen before.

"There is a door to the door..." Klein stopped at the corner and looked at the room.

He found that "the corpse" Frye had returned and was inspecting it in detail to examine a completely stripped body.

Corpse? Klein's heart moved, and he took the courage to get close to the room and tapped three times on the open door.

Hey, hey, hey.

Frye stopped moving, turned his body, and looked over with the blue and cold eyes.

"Sorry, I am bothering you. I just want to know if this is the body of the extraordinary person?" Klein asked in a discreet tone.

"Yes." Frye's thin lips were flat, but only spit out a word.

Klein's gaze crossed him and looked at the body, and he found the familiar wound on his forehead.

It was the tuxedo clown... Klein secretly spit out:

"What did you find?"

"No." Frye replied succinctly.

The atmosphere was awkward, Klein was thinking about leaving, but Frye took the initiative to speak:

"If you feel unwell, you can come in and see that you will find this is just a body."

I am afraid that I have psychological barriers? Klein nodded thoughtfully:

"Ok."

He entered the room and went to the long table covered with white cloth and looked at the body.

The red, yellow and white oil on the face of the tuxedo clown has been completely removed, revealing a strange face with no special features, black hair, high nose, and ages of thirty.

At this time, Frye went to the square table in the corner and picked up a pencil and a piece of white paper.

He returned to the body, put the white paper, took the pencil in his hand, and brushed it.

Klein glanced curiously and found that Frye was sketching the head of the tuxedo.

Not long after, Frye stopped the pencil, and the white paper had a lifelike portrait. Compared with the body, it was just a wound without a blue eye.

Talent... Klein surprised and said:

"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect your sketch to be so good."

"Before becoming a night owl, my dream is to be a painter." Frye's tone was not ups and downs.

"Why don't you realize your dreams?" Klein asked with doubt.

Frye put a pencil and hand in a portrait of a tuxedo clown:

"My father is a pastor of the goddess. I hope that I will also become a pastor. This is a decent career."

"Have you been a pastor?" Klein asked again.

It is difficult for him to imagine Frye's character as a priest.

"Well, it’s not bad." Frye’s expression was indifferent, and his mouth replied with a bit of awkwardness. “I later met some things, and after going through some things, I became a night lover.”

Klein did not go to the details of other people's privacy, and instead asked:

"You used to be the pastor of the goddess, so why not choose the 'sleeper'?"

"A private reason." Frye calmly replied, "And Ms. Dai Li is a good example."

Klein nodded and was waiting to open the subject, but he heard Frye say:

"You help me look at this, I have to hand over the portrait to the captain immediately... It is very troublesome to close the secret door."

"Okay." Although Kline was afraid of facing the body alone, he still resisted and agreed.

As Frye left, the room became quiet, and the body lay there, heavily pressed against Klein.

He took a breath and wanted to beat himself as close to the long table.

The tuxedo clown was lying quietly, his face was pale, his eyes were closed, and he lost all his breath. In addition to his wounds, he also exuded the unique coldness of the dead.

Klein stared for a while, his mood gradually precipitated and seemed to calm down.

With a gaze sweeping, he found a strange mark on the wrist of the tuxedo clown, so he dared to touch it and tried to flip it over to see more clearly.

The cold feeling just passed from Klein's fingertips to the brain, and the pale palm that lost all the vitality suddenly bounced and grabbed his wrist.

Tightly grabbed his wrist!

PS: 6/7, the first is to recommend tickets ~