Mystery: The Lamp God’s Path To Freedom

In the Bar of the Brave, Maric, who had just lost to his zombies in a poker game, sat down in the bar drinking after knocking down all the zombies.

Suddenly he felt a familiar person approaching him.

He looked up, and it was indeed Miss Sharron wearing a dark gothic court dress.

Maric also stood up, lowered his voice, and asked with concern:

"What did the seller say?"

Miss Sharon replied in an ethereal voice without a trace of emotional ups and downs:

"The asking price is very high, plus your savings, there is still a thousand pounds short."

Maric fell silent, and after a while, he spoke:

"Before, there was a person who came to Kaspers and wanted to hire bodyguards. I originally wanted to take on this task, but I didn't expect that the person he offended was actually a big man backed by a country."

Having said that, Maric couldn't help but sneered.

"Did you inquire about the price?"

Maric froze for a moment, and asked hesitantly:

"Do you want to take over this task? This kind of thing will definitely be more troublesome in the future, and our whereabouts may be exposed."

"Just when you said this, I suddenly had a vague premonition that this person might help us in key matters in the future."

"If he comes again, I'll ask Kaspers to notify him."

...

After the party, Klein returned to No. 15 Minsk Street with the magic lamp.

He felt that what happened at the party today was the magic lamp warning himself to take it with him when he went out. Although he didn't understand the hobby of the magic lamp at all, he had already begun to think about how to design the underarm light bag.

Of course, he still has more important things to do, he is going above the gray mist to study the newly bought black ears that are said to be able to hear the voice of great beings.

Sitting at the top of the long bronze table, he wrote down the divination sentence, held the black ears, and was about to start divination, when he suddenly recalled his miserable situation after the last divination.

He hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

It's faster not to die.

After making a death that was somewhere between the divination of the Eternal Blazing Sun and the magic lamp of mysterious origin, Klein obtained an iron-black charm and named it "Foul Words".

After doing all this, Klein lay directly on the bed, preparing to go to bed early, because he had other plans tonight.

At around three o'clock in the morning, Klein got up from the bed. He did a simple divination, and after confirming that no one was watching or following him, he carefully walked out of No. 15 Minsk Street. Under the dim street lights, he turned into a dark place. Lane, where there is an entrance to the sewer.

He intends to catch some mice, and use the method of attacking mice to test what mystical and physical laws follow when hitting the enemy with a magic lamp.

After groping into the sewer in the dark, there were still a lot of mice in it. With Klein's agility attribute, he could easily catch quite a few.

He couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the Summer family when he brought these squeaking live mice back to his residence.

He specially set aside a utility room, opened the bag containing the mice, and the free mice immediately ran around the room.

Klein took out the magic lamp and started testing.

For the first time, Klein aimed at the fleeing mouse and threw it at the target without using too much force. He was afraid of killing the mouse with one blow. Normally, the magic lamp should hit the target, but the magic lamp avoided it.

He picked up the magic lamp again, fixed a mouse, and threw the magic lamp at the inescapable target for the second time, but the magic lamp avoided it again.

For the third time, he threw the magic lamp casually, deliberately not aiming at the target. He predicted that the landing point of the magic lamp did not include any target. This time, the magic lamp did not change its falling trajectory and did not hit any mice.

Klein looked puzzled, could it only be used to hit people?

Just when he was about to pick up the magic lamp and continue the test, the magic lamp suddenly flew up and came straight towards Klein. Klein immediately dodged away with the clown's intuition, but the magic lamp was still facing Klein as if it had eyes. body bumped away.

Although Klein was very nimble, the magic lamp caught up to him with ease. After knocking him to the ground, the closed door of the room was suddenly opened, and the mice ran out one after another as if they were stimulated. Jumping up and down in the living room.

As a result, the teapots, cups, dishes, etc. in the living room fell to the ground one after another, making heartbreaking sounds.

Klein clutched his aching chest and got up. Looking at the debris all over the floor, his heart ached even more.

Klein looked at the magic lamp standing firmly on the coffee table, and asked tentatively:

"Do you have a certain amount of wisdom and can communicate?"

The round-bellied pen that Klein placed on the coffee table suddenly moved by itself, and wrote on the white paper:

"Don't force me to do it!"

Klein froze, and began to reflect on whether he had gone too far.

But, you don't tell me how to use you, so I can't help it.

"Why have you been following me?" Klein thought about it, and asked the question he wanted to know the most.

The round belly pen is not as vigorous as before, and writes hesitantly:

"Someday, you'll be able to help me out."

"I'm afraid you'll die early, so I'll come and look at you."

Klein laughed dumbfounded, and murmured to himself, which sealed item of the magic stick path is this?

In any case, if I can get its help, even if I can't hire bodyguards, I still have the power to protect myself.

"If I want you to help me in battle, what do I need to pay?"

This time the pen did not pause, and wrote smoothly:

"There are two methods. One is to help you fight, and you pay the equivalent money as a reward. The other is to rub the surface of the lamp and express your wish. The price..."

The pen stopped, and Klein stared at the pen and the white paper curiously, waiting for the next sentence.

"There is no price, as long as you dare to do it."

No, I dare not, Klein muttered in his heart.

"Then... do you have a name?" Klein asked again.

"You can call me...Deng Shen!"

The pen fell to the paper with a clatter.

I haven't asked you how to charge, why did you go offline?

Klein had no choice but to give up asking, but immediately his attention was attracted by more rampant rats and broken porcelain.

After finally dealing with the troubles he caused, Klein lay back on the bed, feeling unexpectedly peaceful in his heart. For some reason, he felt that the magic lamp was not lying, which gave him more confidence in his personal safety.

On the morning of the next day, Klein, who could finally stay at home and wait for the entrusted mission to arrive, received another typical private investigator commission after finding a cat, to catch an adulterer.

Klein, who had been open for two days normally, went to Brave Bar again during dinner time on Wednesday.

As soon as he entered the bar, Kaspers, who was limping on one leg, leaned over and whispered:

"Maric looking for you."

Walking into the card room with Maric, Maric asked straight to the point:

"Is your commission still valid?"

...

After returning from the Bar of the Brave, Klein didn't go to rest immediately. He sat on the sofa alone, took out the magic lamp from his pocket, and put it on the coffee table.

As for the proposal of the underarm light bag, he was ruthlessly rejected by the magic lamp, and said that if he dared to practice some whimsical ideas, he would blow his head off.

So Klein approached Mrs. Summer's maid and asked him to help modify the windbreaker pockets.

Klein relaxed his body, leaned on the sofa with blank eyes, and muttered to himself:

"I don't know if Maric's friend who is willing to take over the task of bodyguard is reliable."

At this time, he suddenly heard a man's voice.

"That lady is very beautiful and has a unique charm."

who?

Immediately, Klein turned his attention to the magic lamp on the coffee table.

Klein asked in surprise:

"You can talk?"

"Hmph, I can speak better than you." Medici couldn't even beat me.

"Then why did you write before?"

"Because... I saw a fortune teller, and I wanted to beat one up."

For a moment, Klein thought that the revived Emperor Roselle was hidden in the magic lamp.