Mystery: The Lamp God’s Path To Freedom

In the past few days, Klein played and studied this oil lamp whenever he had free time.

Since the oil lamp never showed any danger, Klein gradually became bolder.

He soaked the oil lamp in cold water and then hot water to observe the reaction, then took it to the kitchen, turned on the gas stove, and burned it with a flame.

You can also choose to take it under the sun at noon when the sun is strongest in the day, or take it out to bathe in the crimson moonlight in the dead of night when the full moon is in the sky.

He even gritted his teeth and bought some more mystical materials that could be used in sacrifices, made them into spiritual powder, and sprinkled them evenly on the oil lamp, but it was of no use.

Finally, he took the lamp to the kitchen and poured cooking oil into it from the tiny spout of the lamp, planning to light the wick later to try it out.

Thanks to the clown's ability to make my hands and wrists more flexible, I can control the muscles well and complete fine operations. Otherwise, I really can't pour in such a small spout.

However, just as he poured the oil into the lamp, the oil lamp suddenly shook violently, and a light yellow scented liquid burst out with a ferocious momentum, immediately dousing Klein's body and face.

Ah, can this oil be washed off?

Fortunately, I was wearing home clothes, which are much cheaper than formal clothes.

In the blink of an eye, it was already Thursday morning, and Klein's first order finally arrived.

The client is Mrs. Doris and his grandson Jurgen Cooper in the same street, and the content is to find the beloved black cat Brody.

After some metaphysical reasoning, Brody was quickly found, and Klein also received his first reward as a detective.

Then came the second commission, from Ian Wright, the smart big boy I had noticed on the subway before.

After a series of reasoning such as divination and psychic communication, Klein successfully found the mission target, completed the commission, and received a reward of 5 pounds and three promised promises.

On Saturday afternoon, Backlund was overcast and rainy.

Klein returned home after reaching a preliminary investment intention with Leppard, and Klein was in a good mood.

Just as he was finishing his physical problems and bent over to wash his hands, suddenly, a pair of strange eyes with fierce eyes appeared in his mind. It was Merle, the executioner of the Zmanger Party who came to inquire about the whereabouts of Ian Wright in the morning. search.

A small black-feathered arrow struck through the air and stuck on the sink, and the two immediately started fighting.

Klein relied on agility and premonition to support himself, but Meursault possessed agility and strength. In close combat, he obviously had an advantage over Klein.

The two fought in a circle, and the tables and chairs were overturned and broken one after another. Just as Klein was anxiously thinking about countermeasures, he glanced at the standard contract on the coffee table in the living room.

Under Klein's guidance, the battlefield moved to the living room. As the two punched each other, Klein was once again sent flying by Meursault, knocking down the coffee table.

While the items were flying around, Klein didn't catch the standard contract he wanted, but his right hand happened to touch the oil lamp with unknown function. Seeing that Meursault was going to bully him again, Klein instinctively pointed the oil lamp towards Mo Erso flung it out forcefully.

Seeing the brass oil lamp flying straight towards him, Meursault didn't take it seriously at all. He nimbly moved his route a little to avoid the oil lamp.

However, something unexpected happened. Meursault, who had already dodged the flight path of the oil lamp, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head. A golden object suddenly appeared in front of him. On his forehead, he staggered, his head was dazed, his eyes were full of stars, blood was bleeding from his head quickly, the blood slipped down and flowed into his eyes.

Klein threw out the oil lamp and jumped up quickly, dodging possible attacks while approaching the standard contracts scattered on the ground.

From the corner of his eye, he witnessed the whole process of the oil lamp turning strangely and hitting Meursault's forehead.

The ability of this oil lamp is that it has the effect of hitting the enemy without fail?

After the oil lamp hit Meursault's head, it rebounded and fell to the ground. Gu Lulu rolled several times and lay still on the ground.

Although Meursault felt that the dizziness of his head would affect his combat effectiveness, he still rushed at Klein again. He thought that the enemy must be in a bad state after being slammed many times by him.

Klein clenched the standard contract tightly with one hand, and cooperated with his body with the other hand to dodge and move around, looking for opportunities.

The figures of the two kept staggering, and suddenly, Meursault found that the oil lamp that had caused him great damage was right in his hand. He picked it up and slammed the oil lamp at Klein, in the direction where Klein might avoid Rush forward, swinging a fist like a hammer.

Lamp or fist?

These two options flashed through Klein's mind, and he quickly made a decision based on the characteristics of the oil lamp being sure to hit and the strength of Meursault's fist.

He didn't move, and was ready to be hit head-on by the oil lamp.

The oil lamp whizzed towards him and brushed against his ears, causing Klein's short hair to be skewed by the air flow. Then, with a bang, it fell to the ground.

Didn't... miss?

Both Meursault and Klein were stunned for a moment. At this time, Meursault punched out, which was when his body balance was at its worst.

Chance!

Klein reacted instantly, and shook out the standard contract in his hand.

With a pop, the paper plunged into Meursault's throat, separating his arteries and windpipe.

Staring at Meursault dying in front of his eyes, Klein heaved a sigh of relief and had the energy to recall the strangely changing flight trajectory of the oil lamp just now.

Random must hit or must not hit? This... how to use this?

Or should hits become misses, and should misses become must hits?

Or, if you dodge, you will hit, and if you don't dodge, you will miss?

Klein was overwhelmed by his guess. What kind of ability does this correspond to? Why is he playing cards so unreasonably?

He first picked up the oil lamp that played a key role in this battle, and after a rough scan, he found that the oil lamp was spotless and free of blood.

He looked around the room and noticed the mess in the room, as well as his damaged and dirty clothes. After a moment of silence, he whispered:

"This can't be reimbursed..."

"It would be nice if the battle ended and the broken items would automatically recover."

After speaking, he laughed at himself, his voice getting louder and louder.

"Haha, hahaha..."

Suddenly, his laughter froze.

There seemed to be a sudden wind blowing in the living room. The scattered items flew up one after another and returned to their original places. The damaged chairs, coffee table and broken porcelain retrieved their lost parts.

Even Meursault, who fell on the ground, didn't have any trace of blood on his body, and the wound on his throat was completely healed.

Klein looked down at the sleeves of his long dress and the woolen coat, and there were no traces of battle at all.

This... this is also okay?

The strange oil lamp was still in his hand, it hadn't come off and returned to the coffee table by itself, it didn't glow or get cold or hot, as if everything in front of him had nothing to do with it.

But Klein clearly knew that the power of recovery came from the oil lamp in his hand.

This way I don't have to lose money to Mrs. Summer.

This is really great!

A smile appeared on Klein's face again. This time, it wasn't exaggerated or funny. This was a joy from the bottom of his heart.