Mystery: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 31 I Found You

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After receiving Klein's inscrutable response, Audrey, who had already agreed with Xio and Forsi on the emergency contact method, quickly used the golden retriever dog Susie to treat Mr. Fool's reminder as if she had learned it from another channel. The information was conveyed to the two ladies.

In the corner of an old church, Xio was thinking about how to confirm the identity of Lanwusi, how to create chaos, seized the opportunity to avenge Williams, and unfolded the ball of paper. ...No need to confirm, that is Lanwusi?Xio's eyes suddenly widened, and he hurriedly scanned the following content, only to see that it was clearly written on the paper:

"It can only be reported to the Church of the Goddess of the Evernight. Remind them that Lanerus has the divinity of the 'True Creator'."

"Divinity? The divinity of the 'True Creator'?"

Xio blurted out, and looked at the big golden retriever who was in charge of delivering the letter in astonishment, and found that the other party was also confused.

"What?" Fors listened, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, hurriedly took the paper, and read it quickly.

After a while, she pursed her lips, not knowing whether to laugh or to say angrily: "This...is this a joke? How did we get involved in the incidents about evil gods and divinity?"

It's just catching a crafty scammer worth £200!

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The demons without the spirit of contract ran away immediately after learning that someone was hunting the polluted ones, and the special induction of the demon path helped them keenly perceive the impending crisis.

Lanwusi's hands trembled slightly.

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I'm still too weak...otherwise I would choose to take revenge with my own hands, but now I can only settle for the next best thing...Not to mention the helpers hidden around Lanerus, just because he has obtained the "divine nature", I should There is no way to deal with it... As long as the information is received, with the reaction speed of the Nighthawks, they should attack tonight. The Backlund Diocese is second only to the church headquarters. There are many strong people, so there is no need to wait for additional helpers... …

After explaining the matter, Klein returned to the real world, put on a beard, changed his hairstyle, and stared blankly at the mirror for several minutes.

He was a little looking forward, a little excited, but also a little melancholy and powerless.

Before evening, he left the Cragg Club and returned to Minsk Street, stopping at the grocery market on the way and buying a few masks, including a clown's.

He decided to watch the roundup of Lanwusi tonight!
He wants to watch the other party pay the price for the previous madness with his own eyes!
Of course, with his strength, he can only watch from a very far away, and he doesn't even have the right to approach.

Wait until 11 o'clock, until many people have entered the dreamland.Klein put on a gray-blue worker's uniform and disguised himself. Then he put on a peaked cap and walked a few streets away, aiming at the clock tower of the East Balam Dock.

Compared with the tallest three-story buildings in the surrounding area, it is like a giant.Towering into the night, overlooking the area.Klein easily climbed into the interior of the bell tower, and walked quickly in the darkness along the endless spiral staircase.Soon, he came to the top of the huge wall clock, surrounded by dark yellow fences, and above his head was a spire that he could touch with his hands.

He stared at the union in the distance for a few seconds, took a step back, and merged into the darkness more. At the same time, he took out the newly bought mask and put it on his face.

——This is a clown with upturned mouth corners and red oil paint on the nose.

Happy clown.

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It is troublesome to wait for the good show to start, because the members of the Church of Evernight mainly use the "Reaper" path that is good at digging and being dug up, and the "Sleepless" path that is good at invading other people's dreams and being caught in dreams .Both paths are close to darkness, so they always prefer to fight at night for maximum ability.Not surprisingly, this time the battle against the "flesh and blood" of the real creator should also be scheduled in the second half of the night, enough to wake up and watch again.

Edward put away Andrerad, and brought some tea back home to tell the real creator about the Evernight Goddess might come to destroy his flesh.I don't know why the Church of Evernight was able to take the lead. Things will develop like this, which means that the intelligence network of the Aurora Society should be upgraded.

The True Creator's face was not very good-looking, but he didn't take it very seriously.If they don't interfere, then tonight's result is already doomed.Anyway, this commission ends here.After all, it was only a part of the divine flesh and blood that was used as the second hand of the gods. Although it was a pity to lose, at most, the recovery of strength was a little slower, and it was not precious enough to fight against the Church of Evernight who came prepared.Anyway, he has already succeeded in descending from God.

Judging from the final induction, there are still more than 200 polluted people left. These polluted people will be dealt with by the Church of Evernight, and they don't need to take care of them.

Around twelve o'clock, Edward counted the time and went out slowly to the East District.When they arrived, the hounds of the Church of Evernight had just finished preparing.The huge airship painted in dark black descended silently from the night above, quietly like a vulture before hunting.

The posture is not small.Edward simply stood still, corrupted an owl into a dependent, and let it fly to the destination as his eyes.

At this time, three figures in black windbreakers quietly appeared in front of the two-story brick-red building.The leader didn't wear a hat, had short-shaven golden brown hair, and dark green eyes as deep as a windless lake.The necklines of his shirt and windbreaker stood up high, covering the lower half of his face, and his palms were covered with blood-red gloves.

And a suitcase made of silver and white metal is being wrapped around his left hand through a chain of the same color.

The sacred object of the goddess, I remember it was a bone sword...the one holding it...Edward recalled it, and found that it didn't match the name or face.He used to perform a very fast keyword search in his mind.The conclusion obtained is that "the person who holds this sacred object is the same every time", specifically pointing to--Crestai Sesima.

Sequence 5 brought a holy object, and it really came for divinity.

At the same time, "Eye" noticed that there was another snooper on the tower not far away.There is no breath of the prisoner path, no malice of the devil path, not a helper.The line of sight stayed for two seconds, then moved away.

Having carried the divinity of the "True Creator" for a long time, Lanwusi naturally also gained some power from the Hanged Man path, but it couldn't be compared with the real potion.His helper was nowhere to be seen, and he went into battle himself, trying to detonate the sleeping people around him as flesh bombs, but the sealed artifact brought by the red gloves was easily defused with illusions.

After a short confrontation, Cresta Sesima seized the opportunity to ask calmly: "For the Aurora Order, you are a blasphemer. Why didn't you be executed on the spot when you were caught?"

Lanwusi showed his iconic mocking smile and said: "It's very simple, because I am no longer pure Lanwusi."

He paused, his eyes suddenly became cold:
"I'm even more, 'True Creator'!"

Hearing this, Cresta Sesima was terrified.

"Pfft." Seeing this scene, Edward couldn't help laughing.Afterwards, maintaining the human setting, he immediately regained his seriousness.

I'm sorry, I've had special practice, and I usually can't laugh, but it's so funny to call myself the real creator when I get a piece of meat... But he's talking nonsense, and Cresta Sesima is really Believe it, it proves that the goddess of the night has not accurately grasped the real result of the divine descent, and the cover-up method arranged in the Aurora Society before has succeeded.

Although it is in bulk, it is also genuine flesh and blood of the evil god.Lanerus didn't love to fight. He first used his divinity to forcibly drive the people polluted by him to mutate, charged, and rushed to the Nighthawks, and then he was dealt with on the spot or fell asleep in the power of sleep.At the same time, he caused everyone to panic with an aura that was almost divine, and even the gas lamps were completely swallowed by shadows at this moment.After the entire area fell into silence, the red gloves who were prostrated by the evil gods could no longer use the sealed items to fight. The only one who could match them was the holding of holy items, which was equivalent to Crestel Ceci with the aura of the goddess of the night. Ma, the enemy will be reduced to the minimum in an instant.

Although owls have limited vision and hearing, things did go as he expected.The absolute darkness lasted only a short ten seconds, and soon, a sharp light pierced through the shadows.Then the lights gradually emerged, and the airship that fell into mid-air rose again, and everything returned to its original state.

Ranius failed.Edward clearly controlled the owl to fly up, gliding silently in the blind spots of the Nighthawks' vision.

Creste Sesima tried her best to drive the sacred object, completely destroying the flesh and blood, and stripping it from Lanerus.The real Creator should be able to feel it directly, so it would be meaningless to continue chasing Lanerus. It makes no difference to me whether he is alive or dead—he suddenly thought of something, and the owl flew around and returned to the original place. Standing in the seat, I looked up—the tower that was originally spied on was empty at this time.

The owl was silent for a moment, then took off again.It flew into the space on the top floor of the tower, feeling the remaining temperature and breath a little.

After searching for a long time, it landed at the entrance of a sewer.

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Lanwusi, who had already taken advantage of the chaos and had surveyed the launching route here, was skillfully climbing, running, and jumping in the dark. Suddenly, he instinctively stopped and leaned back.

puff!A card was inserted deep into his right chest, and blood dripped rapidly from the edge.

Lanevus looked up and saw the attacker with his own dark vision.It was a man of medium build in a worker's uniform. He wore a mask with a raised mouth and red nose.

Be a happy clown.

The sharp-edged cards were thrown continuously by Klein like a flying knife. He was not dazzled by the will of revenge. At this moment, he was calmer than ever, like the most sophisticated machine.Even the best croupiers admired his familiar and precise movements, one cut into the skin and the other sliced ​​through the flesh.The star sliced ​​through the tendons of Lanerus' footsteps, and the sun sank deep into the wall, level with his neck.

The two Beyonders had a deadly and brief confrontation in this narrow sewer, and both of them knew that they must resolve it in the shortest possible time, so that the official Nighthawks who were chasing behind could not catch up!

Snapped!A card was blown away by Lanwusi, but his wrist was cut deeply.Suddenly, he no longer dodged, and decided to rush up to fight Klein with an injury in exchange for an injury.With some of the "Hanged Man" powers gained, he gained a physical body far stronger than the current sequence.Klein didn't confront him head-on, and skillfully retreated to create a distance.

One after another, brittle explosions exploded in Klein's ears, each punch became heavier, and each faster punch met his eyes.

Clap clap!bang bang bang!
Lanwusi punched and kicked, fast and fierce. Klein was almost hit several times, but he was always lucky to dodge by relying on his exaggerated balance ability and unreasonable movements.Sometimes he is on the wall, sometimes on the ground, and he seems to be performing acrobatics.Klein made a gesture as if he was going to entangle Lanevus, waiting for the Nighthawks and officials to catch up.Once Lan Erwusi showed signs of running away, he would definitely pester him to death and not give him a chance.

Suddenly, Klein's clown intuition was touched, and he saw Lanwusi use a feint to lure him closer!He drew back his strength while raising his vigilance. Sure enough, amidst the teeth-gritting sound, Lanwusi's legs did not move, and his upper body suddenly turned back, with his face facing the back and his toes pointing forward.In such a horrifying scene, Lanwusi punched Klein's head with a punch so violent that the air made an explosion-like sound.

boom!
His fist hit the air, still [-] to [-] centimeters away from Klein's face.The strong wind blew his hair, and Klein finally found his chance!He didn't take advantage of this gap to attack the enemy, instead he recited an ancient Hermes word in a deep and hoarse voice:
"Crimson!"

The talisman? With a jump on his forehead, Lanwusi immediately threw himself to the side, trying to avoid it.But at this time, Klein did not throw the spell, but clenched his left fist tightly and followed Laneus.

He also threw himself to the side, and also rolled along, the distance between the two of them was only slightly opened.

He is cheating on me?As soon as Lanwusi had such a thought, the corners of the clown's raised mouth and the dark red flame that ignited in his left fist were clearly reflected in his eyes.

This... Lan Erwusi's eyes suddenly froze.

A slight crackling sound entered his ears immediately, and a deep and peaceful feeling permeated instantly, enveloping Klein and him at the same time.

What does he want to do?He wanted the two of them... Lanwusi's eyelids drooped heavily, and the exhaustion and weakness he had suppressed before used this to madly resist.He tried his best to keep himself from falling asleep, and wanted to rely on the special features of his body to forcibly pass through the stage of the strongest sleeping effect.

And Klein didn't make the slightest resistance, and quickly fell into a deep sleep.However, when he falls asleep unnaturally, he instinctively wakes up!
In the battle just now, after the card throwing knife was ineffective, he immediately took out the "Sleep Charm" and held it tightly in his palm, waiting for the opportunity to use it, waiting for the opportunity to affect himself and the enemy!
In just a split second, he who was extremely rational in the dream forcibly broke free, and the wobbly Lanrus was clearly reflected in his eyes.

He took a sharp breath, turned his back, pulled his shoulders, and sent his fist forward, hitting Lanwusi's throat hard!There was the sound of bones breaking and the effect of blood spattering.

Click!

It was the sound of a broken neck bone.Lanwusi took two steps back and stuck to the wall.

After Klein hit with a punch, he reached into his pocket with his left hand and drew out two cards.The two tarot cards were inserted into one of Lanusi's eyes, and the bloody liquid flowed down instantly.Immediately afterwards, taking advantage of Lanwusi's opportunity to pounce into the empty space, he rushed to the opponent's back in two steps, put his hands together, and wrapped his arms around the enemy's neck.

Click!
—— Klein exerted strength with his arms, turned around suddenly, and broke Lanwusi's neck!
After doing all this, he took two steps back and looked at each other.

Lanwusi stared forward weakly with the cards stuck in his eyes, and his body gradually weakened. At the same time, he asked intermittently in great doubt:
"why……"

"To... kill... me..."

Klein, who was wearing a clown mask, stared at the enemy in front of him, and replied quite indifferently: "No reason."

"No..." Lanwusi's eyes were wide open, and he fell to the ground of the sewer with difficulty, finally losing his breath.

At this moment, Klein, who seemed to be very calm, suddenly took a step forward, tensed his right leg, kicked with all his strength, and kicked Lanwusi on the head.

boom!The already bloody and shattered neck could no longer bear this kind of strength, Lanwusi's head flew out like a rubber ball, and hit the wall heavily, smashing out a red and white piece!
Looking at this scene, Klein suddenly bent his back.

"Hahaha, hahaha."

"Hahahahahaha."

He chuckled wildly, chuckled happily.And that "clown" mask on his face is such a joy.The corners of the raised mouth, the bright red nose, and the white face are so happy.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

Klein was out of breath from laughing, laughing even worse than crying.After a few seconds, he finally calmed down, slowly straightened his body, and wiped his eye sockets at the darkest place in the sewer.

Drop after drop of liquid slipped quietly and landed on his collar.At this moment, he felt that his "Joker" potion was completely digested.

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After simply making the scene of the incident more weird and complicated, Klein put away his mask, cleaned up the traces of his past, hurriedly walked around the sewer for a certain distance, and chose an exit that should be located in an unobtrusive part of the street. climb.Squinting his eyes and lifting the manhole cover, he felt that the gas lamps on the road seemed less dazzling, and then he noticed a pair of black leather shoes two meters in front of the manhole cover he lifted.

...it's very embarrassing.Klein settled down.Looking up along the leather shoes, he saw a middle-aged gentleman with half-length brown hair, wearing glasses and a meticulous appearance was also looking at him curiously.

Anyway, now that he has made a disguise, Klein bit the bullet and pretended that he was just a gentleman who happened to pass by the sewer: "...Good evening, sir. I am a private detective and I am investigating some things. I made you laugh. I hope you can treat me as a I've never been here, goodbye."

After speaking, Klein stepped up and came out of the sewer, lowered his hat brim and quickly left from the side.But the middle-aged man didn't seem to want him to leave just like that. He took a step to the side, just blocking Klein's path, and asked in a very interested tone:
"Mr. Detective, what are you investigating in the sewer so late?"

"...Confidential information involving my guests, I'm sorry, I can't tell you." Klein responded with a half-smile, and walked in another direction, but was stopped again.

"I can see that you are wearing a disguise. You must be a cautious and excellent detective." The middle-aged man said very humorously, and asked persistently, "Can you tell me your name and contact information?"

Seeing that it would be impossible to be let go if he didn't answer the question today, Klein took a deep breath, exhaled it slowly, and turned his head reluctantly, showing a smile that was more perfunctory than a business smile:
"My name is Sherlock Moriarty," he said as he walked away. "Contact details can be found in the newspaper. Goodbye, sir."

Sure enough, the middle-aged man didn't stop him again.But as soon as he took four or five steps, he heard a voice from behind.

"Sherlock Moriarty?"

What is the problem?Klein turned his head and saw the brown-haired gentleman looking at him with a delicate expression, and his tone became a little funny: "May I ask, do you still have an old enemy named James Holmes?"

As if struck by lightning, Klein slowly opened his mouth wide, his eyes gradually blurred, and he couldn't speak a word.Just when his brain stopped, he heard the middle-aged gentleman ask him with a smile again: "Hello, what's your name?"

This sentence is spoken in Chinese.

END (not) TBC
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*The picture in this chapter is broken and many, and it has been changed for 1 years.

The fellow joint was successful.

Klein: Woohoo senior, do you know how I've lived for so long?

Edward: Come on, the feeling of cheating Roselle back then is coming.

Russell: (These obscenities have been harmonized according to laws and regulations)

(End of this chapter)