Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

The face under the jet-black hood was clear for only a moment, and immediately, a silver-white mask with hazy patterns climbed onto his face.

"Mysterious" raised his right hand slightly, and Xinghui emerged from his hand. The remaining "hidden" power in the room was awakened. With the blessing of "history", the second floor of the Blackthorn Security Company was re-wrapped.

The floating translucent figure turned a little later, glanced at the stairway behind him that had been completely blocked by the "dark curtain", and the silver-white mask watched silently for two seconds.

It seems that after a great psychological struggle, "Mystery" did not succumb to "fast food", but sighed imperceptibly and silently floated to Dunn, who was lying on his back on the ground.

The captain of the night watchman seemed to have been eroded from a higher position. On the corpse, which was gradually losing its temperature, clusters of stubby black hairs pierced the skin, the limbs were swollen, and the skull on the neck occurred. Distortion, narrowing of eye distance.

"Mystery", who had been observing all this indifferently, silently released the thin gray mist that had been contained by him, driving the layers of power that also came from a high-ranking personality, and washed away the pollution on Dunn Smith's body.

Under the cold breath associated with the gray fog, the stubby black hair on his body fell off quickly, and the skin on the surface of his body was like a melted candle, wriggling to restore his body to a normal state, leaving only some symbols Sexual wounds, and a big hole in the chest.

As the distortion and pollution were washed away, the last wisp of gray mist poured into Dunn Smith's empty chest, and a little scarlet returned from this thin gray mist, and the isolated flesh suspended in the air gradually spread out slender flesh. , intertwined and connected, and quickly reconstructed a complete and fresh heart.

This heart absorbed the Extraordinary characteristics that had already emerged from Dunn's body surface, dyed it with a dreamy color, and then returned to "nothingness", Dunn's chest was empty again.

The pitch-black hem of the robe swayed slightly, and this great being who had exerted multiple powers such as "history", "miracle", "secret" and so on just now evaporated his existence without warning, and then the house was blocked. The layers are also restored.

During the whole process, this "secret" who had a face similar to Klein Moretti's soul did not even look at another corpse on the ground.

The wind blew into the house again, and the warm warmth stroked Leonard, who was lying at the foot of the stairs.

After a few minutes, the fingertips of the "midnight poet" twitched, and his blue-black eyes slowly opened.

He felt the pain in his body, the scabbed wound on his body was torn open again with the movement, and the brown and black blood dripped from the bottom of his trousers, covering the entire leather shoes.

Leonard dazedly felt the deadly silence around him. His stagnant thoughts gradually regained his freedom, and he turned again under the lubrication of the gratifying speculation in his heart.

"Captain and Klein, they killed that monster?" The poet's usual magnetic and transparent voice was extremely hoarse at this moment. He turned his head sideways and looked at the stairs full of sunlight and dust, "Old man, that monster is Not dead?"

Strangely, this time, the old voice in his head did not reply to Leonard, but kept silent abnormally.

He repeated his question again, still unanswered.

"Old man?" Leonard shook his torn body, as if his feet had been impregnated with lead moving slowly, and the viscous blood was imprinted on the steps of the stairs one by one along the lines of the soles of his shoes.

As the sun became more and more dazzling, Leonard raised his only movable right hand and blocked it in front of his eyes.

After a battle just now, his five senses were all dull, until his legs tripped over something.

Leonard lowered his head subconsciously, only to find that his left foot, which had lost most of his consciousness due to the 2-105 backlash, was stepping on a blood-stained finger.

Klein Moretti's corpse lay across the floor, his face solidified in shock, his eyes with dilated pupils, and his bloodless skin.

No... Leonard took a step back, and the arm he lowered subconsciously no longer blocked his view.

This time, he not only saw Klein, but also the captain who fell on his back.

"No, no..." Leonard's lips moved, and his half-conscious body suddenly fell to the ground.

But he didn't care about the pain, instead he kept struggling to get up, half crawled and half arched, moved to Klein's side, and then crawled towards Dunn.

He couldn't believe it. He kept checking the breathing of the two, and kept using the rescue skills he had learned during the training. He tried again and again and failed again and again.

It wasn't until a member of the Punisher who had been late to rescue the casualties on Zoetland Street grabbed him by the body that the lucky night watchman accepted the reality and roared like a beast until his throat He was completely speechless, only whimpering.

......................

"Am I dead?" Above the eternal gray fog, Klein opened his eyes in a daze.

"To be precise, only the body is dead." A peaceful voice broke the silence in the palace like a giant's residence.

Klein's spirit was tense, and he subconsciously activated the pitiful power that he could mobilize on the gray fog.

With the surging gray fog, tentacles rushed out from the last seat of the long bronze table, and the patterns on the smooth tentacles shone with golden light, overlapping each other, blocking the entire sky above the long bronze table, blocking the The erosion of gray fog.

Feeling the unfamiliar power that was not far away from his body, Klein rubbed the high-back chair under him, glanced at the notes that were struggling and vibrating on the long bronze table, and intuitively felt the "joy" it showed. .

"I always thought that this position was the main seat above the gray fog." Looking at the uninvited guest in front of him, Klein roughly guessed the identity of the other party.

The figure that was sitting facing Klein, surrounded by thick gray fog gradually became real, and the colors on his body were constantly filled.

"There is indeed the so-called throne, but for the real owner, it doesn't matter where you sit."

God of Mysteries... Klein found that he could still use the ability of "Clown".

Suddenly, his focused eyes became blank, and his tense muscles became slack.

What was I doing just now? Klein blinked suspiciously, but suddenly forgot his thoughts.

"Memorizing another god's honorable name in front of one **** is tantamount to blasphemy." The "mysterious god" in Klein's eyes returned the thoughts he had just stolen, and the gray mist on his body dissipated slightly.

"Zhou Mingrui, you don't have to be so nervous. I think you should have read my holy book. I'm not a person who likes to kill."

Whether you're still considered someone else, say otherwise... Klein's expression didn't change, instead he seemed a little relaxed.

He was not surprised that the other party could call out his name, and he was even less surprised that the other party knew that he had read his holy book.

Just by the "God of Mystery" suppressing him and mobilizing the power of the gray fog just now, Klein had already guessed his current situation.

A clown who has entered the opponent's line of sight, "stealing" his authority, and pretending to be a god.

Thinking of all this, Klein sighed softly and said in a low voice:

"Can you tell me when you started watching me?"

As the question was asked, the air above the gray fog suddenly solidified, a little embarrassing.

"When you were divination for the eternal blazing sun, I was blown up." Although the "God of Mysteries" sitting at the head of the long table was still calm, his speech rate became extremely slow, as if recalling What a bad past.

Could it be that I killed him and woke him up... Klein's expression suddenly became very exciting, and he forgot the belly draft he had made in his mind for a while.

Silence once again occupied the gray fog.

After a long time, Klein, who had sorted out his thoughts, looked at the "God of Mysteries" who was as still as a statue, and thoughtfully and tentatively said:

"You are also a transmigrator, aren't you?"

Strangely, this time, the "God of Mysteries" did not immediately respond to Klein as before, as if he had encountered a problem and was caught in a choice.

Suddenly, the residence of the giant's palace and the mottled bronze long table that seemed to have always existed above the gray fog disappeared, and the "God of Mysteries" suddenly stuck in front of Klein, only a few steps away.

But Klein was not frightened by this sudden mutation. Instead, he froze in place, and even stopped breathing.

A young, soft face was watching him, without sadness or joy, and the dark brown eyes were filled with indescribable vicissitudes.

This is the appearance of Zhou Mingrui when he was in college. He is young and full of vitality. He has not yet experienced the destruction of society. He has no fat on his face. Although he is ordinary, he is full of youthful vigor.

This face that Zhou Mingrui missed countless days and nights after joining the job seemed to have turned into something extremely terrifying, even more disgusting than the worst dead body Klein had ever seen.

"Impossible!" Klein waved his arms frantically, while retreating back, he was hysterical, "It's impossible!"

"Why is it impossible?" Klein's arm passed through Zhou Mingrui's body, and his "secret" voice was still calm.

Because, because... Klein faced the opponent's questioning, his roar suddenly got stuck, and the rebuttal language got stuck in his throat.

He suddenly remembered those demon wolves in the diary, and those strange ravings.

Walking around... wrinkled and tired... Zou Minglei...

Zhou Mingrui.

"If you are Zhou Mingrui, then what am I?" After struggling for a while, he calmly asked a question

This is a good question.

"Mystery" very humanely rubbed his smooth chin and explained carefully:

"You are Zhou Mingrui, and so am I. We are the same person, a very simple relationship."

Klein listened to the other person's answer very seriously, and his slightly open mouth paused for a second or two before returning to normal.

"I don't remember when I became the so-called 'God of Mysteries', and you weren't like this when I saw you in that notebook."

"Mystery" floating across from him nodded thoughtfully, as if agreeing with his reason, his left hand skillfully grabbed the air beside him, as if dragging something heavy, his wrist turned.

brush!

Klein stepped on the familiar floor, and the dim gas lamp illuminated his figure.

"When you first became Klein Moretti, you weren't the face of 'Zhou Mingrui'." "Mystery" carefully looked at the humble room, and his eyes returned to Klein.

"I am your past, but after encountering some dangers, my divinity prevailed, so I chose to sleep."

"In order to balance the state, I used a little trick to separate you from the body, turning you into a separate existence, an anchor that can consolidate my humanity."

"This may answer your question. After all, there is no need for me to deceive you, to deceive a little Sequence Eight."

Hearing the "mysterious" mechanical explanation, Klein silently sat down at the desk where he first woke up, playing with the doll made by Melissa that appeared here for some unknown reason.

crunch, crunch, crunch...

The brass-colored mainspring was turned round by round. Klein looked at the doll staggering on the desk, and asked in an ethereal voice:

"I don't know if what you said is true or not, but I'm already dead. I remember that I died in the company."

With his words, the scene regenerated from history gradually dimmed, the color was distorted, and transformed into the appearance of the Blackthorn Security Company.

Attracted by this change, Klein raised his head and saw Sika with his arms dangling, Leonard with blank eyes, and Frye, who was working beside himself and the captain's corpses.

"Ah......"

"Mystery" was attracted by Klein's laughter, and a trace of inquiry appeared on his face.

"Isn't this funny, I'm watching others bury myself." A drop of tears hung on the corners of his raised mouth. It was obviously an illusory spirit body, but Klein felt the real salty taste and the real heartbeat.

He suddenly turned his head ~www.readwn.com~ and looked to his side, looking at the illusory light flying from the palm of "Mysterious", he didn't know what to say.

His sudden surge of grief was interrupted!

"Why do you think that you are dead before I die?" "Mysterious" eyebrows were raised high, accelerating the transmission of power, and emotions appeared on the mask-like face for the first time, "You are part of me, How could it be so easy to meet death?"

The false life strengthened Klein's spiritual body, and the "miracle" "dances" in the hands of this god, happily giving the ghost in front of him a chance to start all over again.

What is a miracle, resurrection from the dead is a miracle!

Feeling the warmth from his limbs, Klein's expression was sluggish, and he suddenly felt that the feelings he had just vented were like a performance, like a "clown".

"Then why did you just let me be killed, why didn't you stop the mastermind behind the scenes..."

Very timely, he felt the digestion of his potion at this moment.

"Mystery" looked at the "self" who was suspicious of life in front of him, and explained in a gentle voice:

"After all, I'm not in my heyday, and I can't be discovered by other gods. Since you've read my holy scriptures, you should also know that I have many enemies that are not well-connected."

Klein recalled what he saw in the other party's diary, and fell silent again.

He looked at his spiritual body, which was already full, and at the physical body in the picture around him. He had nowhere to put his hands.

"So I don't have a body anymore?"

"No." The **** responded.

"Then where is my body?"

"Isn't it being sorted out by someone?"

"..."