Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 144: The Lung Mist Killer Killed by Padu

Feysac, the headquarters of the Church of the God of War, underground.

This is where the Church of the God of War stores its seals, a place similar to the Chanis Gate of the Church of the Goddess of Night.

This vertical underground building is built in a style that imitates the customs of giants.

The level of imprisonment is consistent with other churches, and the lower the level, the more dangerous the sealed objects are.

On the sixth floor below is a level 0 seal. This entire floor is built for this seal, and no other objects are stored there.

This is a book, codenamed Sealed Object 0-02.

Real name: The Brass Book of Trunsoest.

This is the "uniqueness" of the Judge's path, currently sealed. The pages flipped open, revealing densely written, contradictory laws.

For example: [Life is supreme. Any means of harming or preparing to harm life is prohibited. Violators will be sentenced to death.]

These laws densely filled the entire Brass Book. They contradicted each other, yet were indeed valid, causing the Brass Book itself to freeze, unable to run or add new laws.

Since it is now in a sealed state, its activity is very low, which makes it unable to actively eliminate those laws that should not exist.

until a certain moment.

The brass book suddenly trembled for no reason. The next second, the densely packed words on the brass book disappeared as quickly as if being erased by an eraser. This action startled the demigod guard standing more than ten meters away.

A sharp alarm sounded from underground.

In less than a second, a Sequence 2 Honorer appeared next to the guard.

"What's wrong? What happened?" The Honorable One was tall, nearly five meters tall, and he looked down anxiously at the guard who was only three meters tall.

The alarm just now was exclusive to the sixth floor, and the sound of this alarm meant that there was a problem with the "Brass Book of Trunsost", which was a level zero seal.

Before the guard could reply, the Honorable One followed his spiritual guidance and raised his head to look at the brass book.

And now only the last paragraph remained on the brass book, a paragraph that clearly did not belong to the law and did not possess any extraordinary power:

"Look at me, I've found my faith! You idiots with muscles growing in your brains, when my boss is resurrected, I will definitely kill you first, and then I will make you idiots. Just wait and see!"

The seal fell once more, the living properties of the brass book were suppressed, and once again, dense and contradictory laws emerged on the pages.

The Honorable One narrowed his eyes, and it was unknown what he was thinking.

At the same time, all paths related to "order" underwent certain changes. The spirituality of the Beyonders in these paths became active in an instant, and the higher the sequence, the clearer the perception.

The one that was felt most clearly was the "Uncertain Mist" of the outer god that was clinging to the barrier outside.

He hit the barrier on the surface of the earth twice with great force, but it was ultimately in vain.

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Over the next few days, Klein sent out a few flyers and then began his idle experiment.

At home, he experimented with using only his own spiritual energy to perform rituals and make spells, instead of praying to the goddess, while waiting for the effect of the small advertisement to ferment and for commissions to come.

In the process, he discovered that by adding harmonious destiny power when making a talisman, he could create a completely new talisman.

Klein called it a strengthening spell. Its effect was similar to that of the paper figurine. When applied to a person, it could bring about an all-round improvement.

Perhaps Padomeow's luck had also favored him. Klein had come across several simple but well-paying commissions in the past few days. They were all about finding cats and dogs or items, and each one took no more than ten minutes on average.

In this way, Detective Charlotte's name quickly became known around the Joelwood neighborhood.

People called him "Charlotte the Finder".

On Thursday evening, Klein heard a prayer, a new member introduced by Miss Justice.

But the Tarot Club's number one model worker, who suffered from procrastination, chose to conduct the inspection late at night.

Keywords: late-night guidance, coercion, superiors dominating subordinates, unspoken rules.

At midnight, the not-so-full red moon was obscured by dark clouds, and the bright stars in Backlund's sky were rarely seen.

Klein, who was woken by the urge to urinate, then remembered that he had an investigation to do tonight.

He threw off the covers and got out of bed, entering the gray fog and sitting in the high-backed chair that belonged to the Fool.

He was ready to respond to the person recommended by Miss Justice and put the matter into the "examination process."

Then, he looked back slightly and felt that it was not very good to have such an empty place. It felt that it was very unclassy.

As his strength grew, he could leverage more and more power from the gray fog. In the beginning, he could only materialize some tables and chairs, but now he could enchant some things through the gray fog.

Klein stretched out his hand and two golden paper figures appeared out of thin air. They merged with the gray mist, and the golden angels were completely shrouded in the gray mist, their faces unable to be seen clearly.

They certainly do not have the aura and status that angels should have.

But it didn't matter. Klein guessed that the person recommended by Miss Justice wouldn't be that strong. At least he definitely had never seen a real angel.

Even if she had really seen it, Klein could explain that because this was in his own kingdom of God, the angels had restrained their power.

Just like that, Hugh Dilcha was suddenly awakened in the middle of the night.

Today during the day she silently recited a name of unknown origin, which almost scared her to death.

After a lot of effort, I finally coaxed myself to sleep next to Fores, but in the middle of the night I suddenly felt a sense of weightlessness, and then I was pulled into a mysterious place filled with gray fog.

In front of her was a long bronze table. At the head of the table sat a man wrapped in gray mist, and behind him were two golden angels serving him.

Before Xiou could almost faint from shock, Klein severed the connection between him and Xiou. Returning to reality, Xiou looked around his room blankly.

Finally, she chose to cry and crawl into Fors' arms.

It's Friday.

Klein had just invested in a promising bicycle company. When he opened the door and returned home, he was shocked by the scene at home.

The sofa was overturned, the tables and chairs collapsed. In the middle of the living room lay a half-dead man, his body covered in scratches, his face half torn off, and a cabinet fell beside him.

The man seemed to have lost too much blood and lay motionless on the ground.

Klein shifted his gaze to the overturned sofa, where a brown kitten with innocent eyes was squatting.

"What's going on?" Klein took off his coat and hung it on the clothesline.

Surprisingly, the clothes drying rack was still standing there intact. I was so lucky.

"That person sneaked into the house and tried to attack me." Padomeow quickly explained.

To put it simply, he first tripped over the sofa, then wrapped himself in a rug and engaged in a free-style fight with the dining table in the living room. Finally, he bumped into a cabinet against the wall, and the cabinet that fell down successfully completed the counter-kill.

Padomeow explained excitedly, "Then I thought about going over to check on him, but he opened the cabinet, pulled out a dagger, and tried to stab me. In a moment of desperation, I... became like this."

Finally, Padomeow concluded: "It's not my fault. I never thought he would be so shameless and have the nerve to be a killer."

This really can't be blamed on Padu Miao. After all, the killers Padu Miao had encountered before were all at the level of Qianjie and Ying. This was the first time Padu Miao had seen a newbie like this. She thought he had some backup plan, so she attacked him a little too hard.

"I don't blame you." Klein first propped up the sofa and the tilted chairs, but unfortunately the table had collapsed and was no longer usable.

Then, Klein went forward to check the cabinet with a distressed look on his face. He would have to pay a lot of money.

You said you wanted to assassinate me, but why did you destroy my furniture?

Then use your kidneys to pay off your debt, Klein thought, and was about to bite the kidneys.

Klein stopped suddenly when his hand was halfway extended.

The Ruler of Rule has an ability that he has never used.

Controlling puppets, this is why the Ruler of the Thousand is called the "Ruleer of the Thousand".

Looking at this strange man, Klein suddenly had an idea.

Although he didn't know why this person came to assassinate him, it didn't matter, because after becoming a "puppet", Klein could communicate directly with spirits without any scruples.

Pale purple threads spread from Klein's body, entering the man's body through various joints. The man's body was also changing, and gradually, he became a puppet.

During the process of becoming a puppet, Klein also obtained the information he wanted through spiritual communication.

The man's name is Meursault, and he is a Sequence Nine Hunter.

As a hunter, he doesn't set traps but instead resorts to assassination. He's truly a half-assed hunter, Klein commented.

Then he saw a middle-aged man without a hat. The collar and cuffs of his white shirt had intricate, layered, petal-shaped decorations, which made him look extremely gorgeous. Paired with a tight black vest and skinny trousers, he looked flashy and exaggerated.

He looked at Meursault and said in a deep voice:

"Whatever you do, you must find Ian Wright and try to keep him alive. If he is dead, please bring him to me within an hour, preferably 1 minutes."

Klein remembered Ian; he had come to him to apply for a commission.

"Yes, Mr. Ambassador." Meursault did not hide his arrogance, but still lowered his head.

Ambassador? This matter actually involves other countries?
Klein performed another divination based on this clue.

An ambassador of Intis.

Klein shook his head. What was going on?

He smacked his lips. If he had never entered the simulated universe and didn't have this cheat, and was just an ordinary Sequence Eight, he might be confused about how to solve this problem.

He would be struggling with whether to run away directly or call the police.

But now, he yawned, unconcerned.

The disappearance of a Sequence Nine Hunter might alert the ambassador, and he might send stronger men to ambush him.

Sequence Seven? Sequence Six? Or even Sequence Five?
He doesn't even care.

Although he is not a very arrogant person, it is better to say that he thinks he is quite cautious.

But now it is really hard for him to take a Sequence Nine seriously.

If the ambassador is brave enough, he can ask the demigods to ambush him. At worst, he can hide in Ceres.

Under Klein's control, the puppet-like hunter stood up on his own. He thought for a moment, then reached out and pushed the hunter's shoulder.

The hunter fell backwards, and a crack immediately opened up behind him, swallowing him up.

This is another ability of the Ruler of Domination called the Theater of Domination.

Simply put, it is a small portable space.

After dealing with the hunter's body, Klein called Padmeow.

"Let's go out and buy new furniture."

(End of this chapter)