Mystery: The Lamp God’s Path To Freedom

While Klein was dealing with Cynthia's wreckage, Wang Zichuan dragged the half-dead Lu Er'an over. He peeked at Klein and felt that he didn't care about this, so he muttered softly.

"This twenty-five fish stinks, um, it's hopeless, just wait for death."

He glanced at Klein again, and continued:

"It pollutes the environment so much, why don't I clean it up."

Lu Er'an's body suddenly twitched slightly, and then fell into eternal peace.

The flickering light spots quickly precipitated and condensed into a mass of black matter. Wang Zichuan scooped it up and put it in his mouth.

Klein had just cleaned up the mutated flesh and blood with holy light at this moment. He sighed, walked out of the master bedroom, checked the members of the general's guard one by one, and woke up several mid-sequence Extraordinary people with his feet, and ordered them to notify their cronies underlings.

Because he already knew the whole story, Klein simply ordered them to arrest and imprison the members of the Celestial Sect around Cynthia, and prepared to leave it to Admiral Amyrius to deal with it himself.

At night, Klein finally waited for Amyrius, and the admiral calmly asked:

"Has anything happened these days?"

Klein forced himself to switch to the Gehrman state, and replied blankly.

"Your brother has been dismissed from the position of governor, and the new governor has taken office."

"Your mansion has been severely damaged, and some of your guards and servants were injured and some died."

"Your secretary was killed in the attack."

"Your Miss Cynthia mutated into a monster and died."

Amyrius' expression cracked a little bit.

After receiving all the rewards and bounties, Klein changed his face at random and bought a ticket to Tuscat Island on the east side of Oravi Island, which is the easternmost island of the Rosed Islands and is known as a paradise for pirates. Law and order is quite chaotic. Walking on the road after dark, you can often encounter local gangs fighting, or pirates of different attributes fighting.

He found a random hotel, and Klein stayed there.

This time I need to keep a low profile, I need to let Gehrman disappear for a while, but the performance cannot be stopped, I will go out tomorrow to look for opportunities, should I go to a hospital or a poorhouse to look for it? I really don't want to flush the toilet anymore, Klein thought casually and fell asleep.

That night, Klein took a shortcut back to the hotel along a relatively remote alley. He spent a whole day in the hospital, but he still couldn't find a very suitable person to play. Instead, he found that the blood bank administrator of the hospital was a Vampire in disguise.

This alley passes through the back doors of many taverns, and if you are not careful, you will step on disgusting vomit.

Klein turned a corner and saw a man walking crookedly.

An alcoholic, Klein glanced at him indifferently, and continued walking forward.

"Wow!"

"Bang!" "Bang!"

The glass on the second floor of the building next to the bar suddenly shattered. One person jumped down first, then several others jumped out, and finally a group of people rushed out from the back door of the bar.

Noisy cursing, random gunshots, and screams one after another, they fought for a while, and after a few minutes, they chased each other and ran away noisily.

The alley returned to silence, leaving only a dead male corpse shot in the chest, staring at Klein.

The next day, Klein went out early in the morning to buy body bags and other items and sent the unlucky alcoholic named Cuomo to the cemetery. Along the way, he used the ability to create hallucinations so that people around him would not pay special attention to him.

After coming out of the cemetery, Klein had changed into the face of a middle-aged man with vicissitudes of life. His gray-blue eyes were slightly cloudy and bloodshot. There is an obvious indentation around the side of the ear.

Back at Cuomo's rented apartment, it's a complete representation of what a room without a hostess looks like, and it's filthy and messy.

Klein restrained his urge to clean everything up, washed his face, put on a patrol uniform, put on a police cap, took standard guns and short sticks, and went to work.

Cuomo is a low-level patrolman. Yesterday he got a half-day vacation, so he drank in the tavern for a whole afternoon. When he returned home at night, he went the wrong way because he was too drunk, and ended his unhappy life. lifetime.

He is a mixed race of Loen and local aborigines, and his mother is the lover of a Loen merchant. To say that he is a lover is a good way of saying it. The Loen merchant had a little bit of conscience at the beginning. In 2010, they would occasionally give some money to their mother and child, so Cuomo had gone to school and could read, and Ruen spoke well.

But later, that father forgot about them, and his mother could only work as a handyman while raising him as a street girl. Later, his mother died of illness, and later, with his mixed-race handsome appearance, he also Married a good girl, but the good times didn't last long, and his wife died of dystocia.

After that, Cuomo began to be full of depression about life, and began to wander between police stations, pubs, casinos, brothels and rented apartments.

When they arrived at the police station, Cuomo's immediate boss, a fat man with a bald head, scolded Klein for a random reason according to the usual practice. own office.

It wasn't Cuomo's turn to patrol the streets today. Klein sat in Cuomo's seat, and the sunlight fell through the glass window, making it a bit warm, so Klein just fell asleep on the table.

When it was almost noon, Klein was kicked suddenly, and he almost shot him reflexively.

"The boss asked you to go out with him."

Klein looked up at the window, felt his stomach again, and muttered in his heart, "Aren't you going to let someone have lunch?", but with a smile on his face, he said:

"Here we go."

Klein followed the bald boss all the way to the Tuscany Court. Today, the trial is a case of extortion. The defendant was ordered by the bald boss himself, and Cuomo and his colleagues arrested him together.

The defendant, owner of a small plantation, was charged with using his wife to maliciously discredit an honest gentleman and to commit racketeering.

Cuomo didn't know what the truth of the matter was, and he didn't want to find out. He just needed to follow his boss's instructions and agree when the honest gentleman's lawyer asked questions.

"On the afternoon of February 20th, you were patrolling the streets, and you saw this lady pestering Mr. Mosona outside the Oak Bar."

The lawyer showed a portrait of a beautiful woman with a gentle and quiet temperament.

Klein tried his best to recall the memory of Cuomo obtained through the psychic, but he couldn't find any relevant pictures at all.

"Yes." Cuomo replied in the affirmative.

"In the evening, you saw this lady again near the Oak Bar. At that time, she was very happy and satisfied, didn't she?"

"Yes." Cuomo replied blankly.

"On the morning of February 22, Mr. Tory gathered a group of people to make trouble at the Oak Bar, claiming that his wife was bullied by Mr. Mosona, and demanded a large amount of compensation from Mr. Mosona. You were at the scene and arrested him, right? ?”

"Yes." Cuomo confirmed again.

The high table blocked the position below Klein's chest, and a copper penny was flying between Klein's fingers. Every time he asked a question, he would pause.

Klein looked at Mr. Tory in the dock. His expression was distorted by anger and despair because of his inability to resist, like a dead volcano that had never erupted.

The court quickly pronounced that Mr. Tory was convicted of extortion and sentenced to three years in prison, allowing Mr. Mosona to pay five thousand pounds for atonement.

This was just an ordinary small case, and it was handled quite quickly, without even delaying Klein's lunch too much.