Mystery: The Lamp God’s Path To Freedom

I have to 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, almost unable to function, including his mouth and vocal cords, calling out for help was not something he could do now .

He saw the puppet-like bodyguard lady with pale blond hair, azure blue eyes, delicate features, pale complexion, approaching Rosago one after another.

"Hahaha…"

Klein heard Rosago's insolent laughter, and his smile became more and more hideous.

"You bastards, it's pointless to struggle, time is on my side!"

"what…"

"Pfft!"

Rosago's laughter stopped abruptly, his figure was thrown into the air, and his body was torn left and right like a piece of paper. Through a crooked slit from the left shoulder to the right rib, the living room could be seen without any decoration. bare walls.

"Clap!", the still beating heart and other internal organs scattered on the ground, and a large amount of blood spurted out. Rosago's body split in half with a slap and smashed onto the living room floor at the same time.

Klein immediately got rid of his control, widened his eyes, and looked at the terrifying corpse on the ground in disbelief.

The bodyguard, who was wearing a dark black gothic court dress, did not approach. She was suspended in the air and said in a erratic voice:

"It wasn't my attack."

Klein swallowed and glanced at the magic lamp on the coffee table that was placed with newspapers and other sundries.

so smart!

Then my previous actions...

He hesitated for a moment and said:

"Perhaps, I know."

The puppet-like beautiful lady stared at Klein quietly with her blue eyes, waiting for the next sentence.

"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 tried his best to say honestly:

"It seems to have a strong dislike for a certain type of Beyonder, and will take the initiative to attack."

Miss Bodyguard gave Klein a meaningful look, and said in a tone that still didn't fluctuate:

"You'd better figure out its rules."

What she means is that this extraordinary item with random ability can easily cause the owner to die in a ridiculous accident?

Or is she suggesting that I beware of the negative effects of extraordinary items?

Yes, she was admonishing me that she did not intend to seize Beyonder items, and Klein felt a little relieved.

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

After speaking, Klein squatted down and planned to clean up the disgusting corpse himself. After all, the other party was a lady.

Klein obtained very few valuable things from Rosago's corpse, only two roughly cut paper figures, spiritual materials, a strange piece of paper, and a dozen pounds of cash.

In fact, at this time, Klein was full of mixed thoughts.

What a pity, what a pity, Rosago's spirit is about to dissipate, and I can't directly hold a ceremony in front of Miss Bodyguard to summon my spiritual body, and then take Rosago to the gray fog to psychic, Is the chance to get the follow-up potion formula just lost?

If I had known that the magic lamp was so powerful, I wouldn't try to be cheap. If I had to hire a bodyguard, I would pretend that I didn't have enough money. MI9 people wouldn't think it was wrong. A novice detective, without money, is not very good. normal thing?

But six thousand pounds, I can't collect enough, so I can't force Miss Justice to make money temporarily.

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

I still feel bad!

The strange paper found from Rosago was warm and painted a symbol that symbolized the sun.

"What is this?" Klein tried his best to question in a normal tone.

"Mysterious items corresponding to notaries." Miss Bodyguard floated closer and said succinctly.

"The spoils, you choose first."

Klein restrained his heartache and spoke politely.

At this moment, the strange rays of light scattered on Rosago's body emerged, slowly converging into a dark, pupilless eye.

Miss Bodyguard's gaze swept across the Beyonder characteristics that had just been condensed and formed, and then floated in front of Klein, took the notarial certificate, paused, and took two more paper figures.

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

In an instant, Klein was filled with gratitude for Miss Bodyguard, overflowing with joy, and he almost couldn't help laughing.

Klein happily picked up the eyes that shone with dark light, sealed them in a tin cigarette case, and said directly:

"I'll deal with the corpse."

"Let me do it."

Like a ghost, Miss Bodyguard possessed and manipulated the terrifying corpse, pieced herself together, and 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 done, and it can be handled better, and going out in the daytime won't scare children.

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 see my little tricks." Deng Shen immediately heard a somewhat arrogant voice.

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

Klein's words were not smooth. Although he pretended to be tough on the face, he actually felt guilty inside.

Suddenly, Klein heard a slight click, and the iron cigarette case that was put aside was opened by an invisible hand, and the black pupilless eyes surging inside, swishly, plunged into the magic lamp.

Do not!

Klein didn't care about anything else, he hurriedly picked up the magic lamp, turned the lamp body upside down, and shook it vigorously twice, but there was nothing. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

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

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

"So, after a busy lap, I only got these ten pounds of cash?"

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

"I can provide the potion formula for the Sequence Seven of the Diviner Path."

Klein was refreshed and said quickly:

"What do I need to pay to get it?"

"800 pounds."

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

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

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

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

Another piece of white paper came out, and the round belly pen hurriedly wrote:

"On September 27, 1349, Sherlock Moriarty owed Deng Shen 800 gold pounds for purchasing the Diviner Path Sequence Seven potion formula."

The pen moved to the lower right corner, wrote the word "signature" again, 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 dazedly watched the IOU folded into the magic lamp.

An illusory parchment appeared before his eyes.

"Sequence Seven Magician..."

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