Mystery: The Lamp God’s Path To Freedom

Cloaked in the darkness, Klein ended the party and returned to No. 15 Minsk Street.

With a creak, Klein pushed open the door. The living room was dark, with a dull and shallow crimson, barely outlining the furniture.

Klein touched the darkness and changed his jacket, intending to go directly to the bath and sleep.

His eyes swept across the sofa and the coffee table. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, he took a few steps quickly, turned on the gas wall lamp with a "smack", and saw the yellow-orange oil lamp sitting quietly on the coffee table.

Klein was inexplicably happy in his heart. He coughed and asked:

"Where have you been?"

"I went to pick up trash where you pretended to be." The lamp said quietly.

"Uh... Then what did you find?"

"I went to pick up Heras' Beyonder characteristics."

"Hey, my previous holders have never been so poor as you."

"Then they are now..."

"All but the last one is dead."

So what's the use of them being rich? If it weren't for the fact that I couldn't grow vegetables in my pocket, I would have been a millionaire.

"Heras's Beyonder characteristics, you are ready to..."

"Don't even think about it! Have you finished digesting the potion? You sold the formula and Beyonder characteristics. Don't you have money to buy potion materials?"

The next day, Klein went to the East District again and pretended to be searching hard, and was told by old Kohler that Daisy had returned home.

After returning the word book, Klein quickly left the Eastern District, which was like a huge demon that bites people's hearts.

"There has never been a savior..."

He sighed helplessly.

In this distorted and hopeless world, reform may only be hoped for the mercy of the gods.

If... I could become a god...

In the remaining days of this week, apart from completing the commissions from reporter Mike and Dr. Allen, Klein just hangs out at the Cragg Club every day. Klein feels that this club will probably not accept his renewal next year.

On the weekend, Mike, Allen, and Talim happened to be there, so Talim organized a poker game. While playing cards, Mike said:

"Do you know that there was also a murder case in the West District. Like the baroness last time, the death was tragic."

"Serial killer? Do the police have any clues?" Talim asked curiously.

"Probably not yet. Our newspaper hasn't gotten any news yet."

"I heard that the baroness was dissected and dismembered?"

Dr. Allen spoke with a serious face. Although he was holding playing cards, he always gave the impression that it was a pile of scalpels.

"Yes, that time I went to the scene. It was extremely cruel and bloody. My report did not describe it in detail. The newspaper was worried that it would cause panic."

"If the technique is professional, you can consider a surgeon. Not everyone understands the structure of the human body and can accurately dissect it."

"Sherlock, what do you think?" Talim turned to Klein and asked casually.

I? I will directly divination the murderer, as long as there is no interference from level 0 sealed objects, believe me, give me time to go to the bathroom to solve the case.

"No idea, unless the police invite me." Klein replied with a smile.

It's another Monday.

At the Tarot Conference, Klein sold a copy of the Sheriff's Extraordinary characteristics, and then sold the dirty words he made a long time ago to Little Sun, and obtained the promise of a faceless master material. He carefully calculated his own Savings, I think there is still a big gap to get other materials together.

Sun Priest's potion formula does not know whether it will be sold at the Extraordinary party outside, and Little Sun has no gold slander, 80% of the time it will be signed. If I can attend a few more parties, I will sell it at each party. If I use the potion formulas of the first three sequences, then I can make a lot of money, and I was almost roasted into jerky for the divine blood of the eternal blazing sun.

Klein thought about it for a long time, and finally decided to ask Mr. Hanged Man to bring the Beyonder characteristics of werewolves and Bishop Rose to the sea to sell off the stolen goods.

In the spiritual world knowledge provided by Miss Magician, Klein saw a strange prophecy from Huang Guang. He really couldn't understand it, so he went straight downstairs, went to the living room, grabbed the magic lamp, and dangled it as a greeting.

"What's the matter with you? I won't give you the potion formula again!"

The magic lamp responded immediately.

"I heard that there is such a prophecy: When the gaze is cast from the starry sky, the earth will be torn apart, and everything in the world will cease to exist."

"I want to know the authenticity of this prophecy and how it should be interpreted."

Klein looked at the magic lamp sincerely, hoping to get an answer.

"Can you ask something you should know about this sequence?"

Wang Zichuan jumped out of the lamp and cursed angrily:

"The sequence is not high, but the curiosity is quite high. Did you change from a cat? Do you have nine lives? With this in mind, why don't you focus on making money and collecting materials?"

Klein instantly thought of the earth and his mother before the college entrance examination. Like then, he didn't dare to speak back.

"The prophecy of the doomsday is true. The reason for the doomsday will wait until you become an angel. If you know them, they will know you. When the audience you cultivate can be hypnotized, you can only think about it on Origin Castle. I'll tell you the answer to this question. Think about Mr. Men, what a decent person he was before~www.NovelMTL.com~ Now, it's horrible."

Klein was stunned for a while, and he was embarrassed to find something to say.

The air quieted down, and Klein felt a chill, and then he remembered that he didn't have a fireplace, so he said:

"It's a little cold, I'll go back to my room to sleep."

"Then why don't you light the fireplace?"

"Because... anthracite is expensive."

Wang Zichuan thought for a while, then took out a dark golden object exuding a strong spiritual brilliance from his arms and handed it to Klein, saying:

"The Beyonder characteristic of the hunter pathway, its Sequence Seven is called an arsonist, and it can be used to keep warm."

At the end, Wang Zichuan added:

"Saving money, saving energy and protecting the environment."

Without the protection of a fireplace in winter, Backlund would be very difficult to endure, and the surge in coal consumption would exacerbate air pollution, causing haze weather almost every day.

The private detective's business has also been affected. There are not many entrustments to the door. Klein has spent at least half a month in this leisurely life.

In the early morning, Klein finished enjoying the Earth-specific breakfast he made, took out the latest newspaper from the letter box, and read it as he walked.

"Five cases! The vicious serial murder case has not yet been solved, and the Siviras field should be condemned."

Why, haven't the case been solved for so long? Shouldn't it be? Could it be that the on-site investigation did not reveal any Extraordinary factors, so the official Extraordinary did not intervene?

Klein looked at it for a while, then walked to the sofa and sat down. He picked up a cup of hot tea and took a sip from time to time.

If there are also wolfberry and red dates here, I should not drink this unknown black tea with a bad taste.

Suddenly, he heard the doorbell ding ding dong dong.

Is there a new commission?

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