Mystery: The Lamp God’s Path To Freedom

I must do something!

Klein, who had been initially controlled by Rosago, struggled to turn his thoughts.

He immediately wanted to shout out and ask for help from the magic lamp, but his body was like a rusty machine, which could barely function, including his mouth and vocal cords. Calling for help was not something he could do now .

He saw the doll-like bodyguard lady with pale golden hair, blue eyes, delicate features and pale complexion approaching Rosago with pauses.

"Hahaha……"

Klein heard Rosago's outrageous laughter, and his smile became more and more ferocious.

"You guys who are in the way, struggling is pointless, time is on my side!"

"what……"

"puff!"

Rosago's laughter stopped abruptly, his figure was thrown into the air, and his body was torn apart like a piece of paper. Through a slanted slit from the left shoulder to the right rib, one could see the undecorated living room Bare walls.

With a "crash", the beating heart and other internal organs were scattered all over the floor, a large amount of blood spurted out, and Rosago's body split into two halves slapped and hit the living room floor at the same time.

Klein immediately broke free of control, his eyes widened, and he looked at the terrifying corpse on the ground in disbelief.

The bodyguard lady wearing a dark gothic court dress did not approach, she was suspended in the air, and said in an erratic voice:

"It was not my attack."

Klein swallowed, and peeked at the magic lamp on the coffee table with newspapers and other sundries.

so smart!

Then what I did before...

He hesitated, and said:

"Perhaps, I know."

The beautiful lady like a doll quietly watched Klein with blue eyes, waiting for the next step.

"I have a magical item. I don't know its exact ability. I only know that it can make unpredictable accidents happen around me."

"Most of the time, this kind of accident is more like a prank."

Seeing that Miss Bodyguard didn't say anything, Klein was a little nervous, but he still said as honestly as possible:

"It seems to have a strong aversion to a certain type of Extraordinary, and will actively attack."

Miss Bodyguard gave Klein a meaningful look, and said in a still calm tone:

"You'd better figure out its rules."

What she meant was that this kind of Extraordinary item with the ability of randomness could easily cause the owner to die in a ridiculous accident?

Or is she hinting that I should be wary of the negative effects of Extraordinary items?

Yes, she was telling me that she didn't mean to take Extraordinary items, and Klein felt a little relieved.

"Let's clean up the scene quickly." Klein didn't want to discuss the magic lamp too much, so he changed the subject.

After finishing speaking, Klein squatted down directly, planning to clean up the disgusting corpse by himself, after all, the other party was a lady.

Klein obtained very few valuable items from Rosago's corpse, only two crudely cut paper figurines, spiritual materials, a strange piece of paper, and a dozen pounds in cash.

In fact, at this moment, Klein's mind was full of complicated thoughts.

It's a pity, it's a pity, Rosago's spirit is about to dissipate, and I can't hold a ceremony directly in front of Miss Bodyguard to summon my own spirit body, and then take Rosago to psychic above the gray fog, Could it be that the opportunity to obtain the follow-up potion formula is lost?

If I had known that the magic lamp was so powerful, I would not have taken advantage of it. If I had to hire a bodyguard, I would pretend that I didn’t have enough money. People from MI9 would not think it was wrong. A novice detective with no money is not very good. normal thing?

But I can't make up enough six thousand pounds, so I can't force Miss Justice to pay for it temporarily.

Alas, if I hadn't hired a bodyguard, I could have obtained the follow-up potion formula, as well as the corresponding Extraordinary characteristics, and the items on Rosago.

Still feel bad!

The strange paper found from Rosago was warm in the hand, and it was painted with symbols that symbolized the sun.

"What is this?" Klein asked in a normal tone as much as possible.

"The magical item corresponding to the notary." Miss Bodyguard floated a little closer and said succinctly.

"The spoils, you choose first."

Klein suppressed the pain in his heart, but still spoke politely.

At this time, dots of strange light emerged from Rosago's body, slowly converging into a dark eye without pupils.

The lady bodyguard glanced at the Extraordinary characteristics that had just been condensed into shape, and then floated in front of Klein, took the notarial certificate, paused, and took away two more paper figurines.

"I didn't contribute too much, and the things over there should be useful to you."

Klein's heart was filled with gratitude to Miss Bodyguard for an instant, overflowing with joy, and he almost couldn't control himself from laughing.

Klein happily picked up the shining dark eyes, sealed them in an iron cigarette case, and said directly:

"I'll take care of the body."

"Let me do it."

Miss Bodyguard is like a ghost, possessing and manipulating the terrifying corpse, pieced together herself, and then walked out the door step by step.

Seeing this scene, Klein couldn't help but sigh in his heart. This magic lamp can also be made, and it can be handled better. It won't scare children when going out in broad daylight.

Klein suddenly relaxed and sat on the sofa. Suddenly, he remembered something, so he whispered to the magic lamp on the coffee table:

"Why did you attack Rosago, I..."

"I want to invite him to show me my tricks." A somewhat arrogant voice immediately came from the magic lamp.

"Well... I actually didn't ask you to take action, I mean... I think... that lady and I can still give it a try..."

Klein's speech was not fluent. Although he pretended to be tough on the surface, he actually felt guilty inside.

Suddenly, Klein heard a slight click, and the iron cigarette case on the side was opened by an invisible hand, and the pupilless eyes, surging with black brilliance, swished into the magic lamp.

No!

Klein didn't care about other things. He hurriedly picked up the magic lamp, turned the lamp upside down, and shook it vigorously, but there was nothing.

He put down the magic lamp heavily, but in the end he didn't throw the nasty magic lamp viciously.

Klein looked sadly at the materials and a few banknotes on the coffee table, and muttered to himself:

"So, after being busy for a while, I only got this dozen or so pounds in cash?"

Just after Klein had completely resigned to his fate, and was in the mood to divination and obtained that Mr. Ambassador had returned to the country of faith, the white paper on the coffee table suddenly appeared and spread in front of Klein. The pen moved left and right, and a line of writing appeared:

"I can provide the magic medicine formula of the Seer Pathway Sequence Seven."

Klein lifted his spirits, and quickly said:

"What do I have to give to get it?"

"800 pounds."

Well, it's not too expensive. Last time, the woman who sold weapons offered 800 pounds for the potion formula of Sequence Eight.

But the problem is, I only have a hundred pounds now.

"Well, can I owe it first, I will make money and pay it back as soon as possible." Klein said embarrassedly.

But where am I going to earn the eight hundred pounds?

Another blank sheet of paper was pulled out, and the round-bellied fountain pen wrote vigorously:

"On September 27, 1349, Sherlock Moriarty owed the lamp god 800 gold pounds for purchasing the fortune teller pathway sequence seven potion formula."

The pen moved to the lower right corner, wrote the word "signature", and then automatically jumped into Klein's hand.

Klein stared blankly at the pen in his hand, suspecting that he was hallucinating.

After hesitating for a long time, Klein still wrote down the name of this identity, and then watched the IOU folded and thrown into the magic lamp in a daze.

A phantom parchment appeared before his eyes.

"Sequence Seven magician..."