Mystery: The Lamp God’s Path To Freedom

Without thinking about it for long, Klein decided to intervene in this matter to relieve himself and Richardson of future troubles, although this would confuse the housekeeper Walter and the brave girl.

A hut near the pier in the Backlund Bridge area has a dilapidated appearance and looks very inconspicuous. In the room, the senior leaders of the Black Skull Party are discussing how to distribute this batch of arms, what targets they have in the near future, and how to allocate manpower. Warm and friendly consultations.

Godops brought good news, and Moreira happily handed over a cigarette made from the Southern Continent...

"Boom!"

Klein sat with his back to the explosion, and after Senor confirmed that no one was alive, he gracefully disappeared from the crime scene.

The half-collapsed hut and its surroundings were covered with charred wreckage. There were various building materials and pieces of meat from different parts of the human body. The smell of gunpowder smoke and rust was mixed with burnt aroma.

Suddenly, the speed at which the Extraordinary characteristics were precipitated and condensed suddenly accelerated, and the light spots flickering with stars gathered into several clusters, and swished into the invisible vortex in the air.

All the fragments of residual limbs scrambled to be piled up layer by layer, combined into a tree trunk that did not conform to the laws of physics, and the limbs that still retained their shape and length stretched out, simulating branches and forks.

The freely flowing dark red blood mixed with dust and soil formed black shadows that criss-crossed across the open space. It was a line of Loen text: "The Lord who created everything, the fallen nature of all living beings."

All the changes were silent, only the cool night wind sent dust and blood to the four directions.

Suddenly a piece of white paper appeared in the air, as if it was being folded and folded by invisible hands, and finally twisted into a blooming white rose.

The paper flowers are gently inserted between the towering flesh and blood, gradually blurring the magnificence of the sunset, and the colors gradually become vivid layer by layer, dark red, rust red, wine red, bright red, bright red...the rose becomes more and more vivid.

The patrolmen arrived at the battlefield first, and were so frightened by the bloody and weird scene that they couldn't help themselves... The mechanical heart team arrived immediately.

...

Klein slept peacefully until dawn.

After breakfast, Richardson hesitated again and again, and finally mustered up the courage to resign from his employer.

Klein flipped through the newspaper indifferently, and replied casually, "Think about it again, and give me an answer before you receive your next salary."

Richardson backed away in silence.

Klein flipped through several newspapers several times, feeling slightly puzzled.

What happened to these newspapers in Backlund? Why didn't any of them report on the incident with such a loud explosion last night?

Suddenly, the words on the newspaper were covered by a blanket of paleness. Klein tilted his head, and saw the lamp god handing over a mask made of unknown material that glowed with bone luster.

As Klein took it, he looked suspiciously at the lamp god.

"The mask that Azik Eggers lost before can turn him into anyone. The main material is the extraordinary characteristics of the faceless man. It is contaminated with the breath of the death god who forcibly accommodated the red priest's path and went crazy. I've seen it before."

"This thing has been sealed to a certain extent. I guess it is probably Azik's handwriting. He deliberately left this mask in the family tomb. There should be his reasons. You can choose whether to return the mask to him."

Klein nodded, his expression became weird. He hesitated a little, but he still asked, "What are you doing with this mask? Why did you give it to me?"

He only knew of the existence of the mask last night, and in the knowledge of the believers of death, it was still in Earl Wolfe's treasury.

The lamp god snorted, but didn't answer.

Klein continued to ask patiently: "How did you get it?" It couldn't be stolen, right?

"Then you're going to ask Miss Justice."

Klein wanted to ask for some details, but found that there was no sign of the lamp god in the huge living room.

He took a look at the mask, got up and walked into the master bedroom, and came above the gray mist for divination.

After confirming the mask's ability and negative effects, he divination whether handing over the mask to Mr. Azik would have a negative effect on him, but the divination unexpectedly failed.

But in the end, he still decided to write a letter to Mr. Azik, telling him that he got the mask by accident, and let Mr. Azik decide whether to take it back.

This mask can be brought to Senor, even if he is affected by the negative effect of the mask and is corroded into a living corpse, it will not affect his function as a secret puppet, so that I can do some things more conveniently.

In the evening, the hermit lady paid the balance of fortune, and Klein used the gold coins in it to pay part of the debt, leaving the rest of the banknotes.

He was in a good mood looking at the mist gradually rising outside the window as time went by, thinking about going to the Backlund Bridge factory area at night.

As night fell, in the bathroom attached to the master bedroom of Dwayne Dantès, the maid filled the hot water, arranged the pajamas and robes neatly, and exited together with the valet. Their employer, Mr. Dawn Dantès, used to Take long baths and spend some time alone after bathing before calling them to clean the bathroom.

At this time, Klein's spirit body manipulated Senior, who had become Sherlock, to take a carriage to a garment factory. The old man in charge of the door at night was drinking bad tea with only a little light color in the dim candlelight. Beside him was an unlit lantern.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk"

The old man opened the small window suspiciously, and through the hazy moonlight, the old man saw the person standing at the door.

"Mr. Moriarty! Have you returned to Backlund?"

Wearing a double-breasted long trench coat, a half-height silk top hat, gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a beard around his mouth, the young gentleman smiled and said:

"Old Kohler, long time no see."

Old Kohler enthusiastically invited Detective Sherlock into the small room where he was resting, and while asking him to sit down, he wanted to find a cup to pour tea for the guests, but was embarrassed to find that there was only his own water cup in this small room.

The old Kohler babbled briefly about his experience in the past six months, including eating ham during the Chinese New Year, meeting former workers, being introduced to this garment factory by luck, and living a good life. He also mentioned the widow who supported her two daughters by doing laundry, and said that her youngest daughter had excellent grades and received what was said to be a scholarship.

Klein kept listening with a smile. In the end, he said that he encountered a complicated case while on vacation, and he wasted a lot of time before returning to Backlund.

"That's good, that's good, I was always worried..." Old Kohler murmured, and then changed the subject: "Since I came here to guard the door, I have a lot less time to move around freely, and I haven't been able to Find out what news."

"It's okay, I don't need this news anymore, I may leave Backlund again soon, and I'm not sure if I'll come back." Klein said with a smile.

"Well... then... may the goddess bless you and everything goes well." Old Kohler said with a little regret.

Klein's smile became obvious at once, and he responded: "The steam is on top." Then he took advantage of the situation and drew a triangle unaccustomed to it.

"Yes! Yes..." Old Kohler nodded again and again, and said: "I have been paying attention to some news these days. I heard that there have been some disappearances in the East District. This time it's not young girls, there are people of all ages. There are a lot of people, and I just heard that a homeless man I often encountered disappeared..."

Missing case?

For some reason, Klein suddenly remembered the disappearance of colonial slaves mentioned by The Hanged Man.

"Also, in the place where I lived before, I heard that many people suddenly fell ill with the whole family, and soon died of illness. Everyone...in private, they are always worried that something bad will happen." Old Kohler's voice was vaguely Not at all.

Klein also felt that the joy of seeing someone he knew before had a good life was cast a little dark, but he comforted the old Kohler with gentle words, and took out the small gift he brought, an iron box of cigarettes.

Old Kohler happily took it and put it in the inside pocket of his clothes with great care.

The two chatted for a while, and the old Kohler asked casually, "Were you doing commissions before you came?"

"Oh, how did you find out?" Klein asked in confusion.

"Well... I guess, you may have hidden somewhere to monitor the target, and your clothes have a lot of smell." Old Kohler replied.

Klein's expression remained unchanged, but he almost picked out a set of No. 160 Berklund Street in embarrassment.