Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 115 Melissa's Invitation

"Well……"

Faced with this question, the blond boy was momentarily at a loss for words.

Because he still remembered the poor man's earnest instructions, he hesitated for a moment about whether to tell the truth.

"Looks like I was right, Ron. You're not staying silent because you're making excuses for a lie, are you?"

Seeing the boy beside her hesitate, the somewhat motherly girl knew the answer to the question. She chuckled and ruffled the boy's golden head, which was half a head shorter than her.

"Melissa, how did you know that Klein is studying the occult?"

Ron shook his head, shook off the pretty girl's hand, and asked curiously.

"Ron, although I don't understand the occult, Klein sometimes comes home from get off work with a strange smell on him."

"I've smelled those scents on my good friend's place; they're hydrosols and essential oils often used in mysticism."

"And a historian specializing in archaeology obviously doesn't need these things, so it's easy to guess!"

"I just pretended not to see it because Klein didn't want to talk about it."

Melissa's observations and deductions were quite accurate, which made the blond boy chuckle to himself and laugh at the pedantic fortune teller who was burying his head in the sand.

You leaked this information yourself; it has nothing to do with me.

"That's right, Melissa. Since you've already guessed, I won't hide it from you anymore."

"Klein actually uses these things quite often at work."

"Why? Is it because those antiques contain something bad?"

"No, it's because it looks more professional that way!"

As soon as the blond boy finished speaking, Melissa Moretti couldn't help but picture her older brother dressed in a country wizard's robe, muttering strange spells, hopping around the antiques like a charlatan.

Upon thinking of this, the pretty young girl instantly raised her arm to cover the smile on her face.

"Ron, what do you think of Klein's knowledge of the occult?"

"Hmm, you seem very professional. Why do you ask that?"

Upon hearing this question, Endless Wisdom pondered for half a second and gave a passable evaluation.

"They seem very professional, but does that mean they're just putting on a show?"

Melissa understood the hidden meaning in Ron's words. Instead of defending her brother's image, she made a sarcastic remark in front of the blond boy.

Looking at the lifelike dragon on the table, the girl unconsciously clasped her hands together. She pursed her lips, feeling hesitant and a little embarrassed.

"Ron, I actually know of a gathering about the occult."

"I learned about this from my friend; apparently, it was set up by her teacher's teacher, and it's very professional!"

The blond boy shrugged, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

"Naive Miss Melissa, most of these parties are fake and useless. Don't be fooled!"

"Oh no, no way, Selena is a very good friend of mine, she wouldn't lie to me."

"To be honest, I'm not really interested in this, but if I can learn something from it, maybe it will be helpful to Klein."

"Ron, I'd like to invite you to join me. After all, you're so smart; who knows, you might even come back and tutor Klein after you've finished your studies!"

The blond boy looked at the girl beside him, who was blushing slightly as she extended the invitation, and felt that her focus was not on the mysticism.

The other party's excuse was so crude that even the great, boundless wisdom inwardly scoffed.

"Melissa, if you want to invite me out, you don't need to use this excuse."

Ron narrowed his golden eyes slightly, his ruthless words exposing Melissa's clumsy acting skills.

"No, no!"

"I... I just saw you going to and from get off work with Klein every day, bored and lonely at the security company, so... so..."

"So I want you to make more friends, yes, that's it!"

The blond boy looked at Melissa Moretti, who was racking her brains to change the subject, hesitated for a long time, and finally did not say that she was happy playing cards every day.

"So, Miss Melissa, when does that occult gathering begin?"

"Ron, you said yes!"

"Um, it's Thursday today, and the party is on Saturday. Do you have time?"

"Of course, I'm always available!"

"Officer, we've found the information for the house you were looking for a few days ago!"

Staff from the Tingen Housing Improvement Association delivered some good news, which brightened Klein Moretti's eyes, who had almost given up hope.

This unfortunate guy has been visiting all the similar organizations in Tingen City during his off-get off work hours every day.

And this is the last one.

At this moment, Klein recalled his daily toil and the cost of renting the carriage, and tears welled up in his eyes.

"I'm so unlucky. Why did it have to be the last one? Could it be that the guy who created this coincidence did it on purpose?"

The fortune teller sighed inwardly, making malicious speculations.

Taking the documents and looking at the black and white photo on the file folder, Klein's spiritual intuition confirmed that this was the house he was looking for.

"Very good, thank you for your cooperation. I may take this document with me, so please keep a copy."

"Okay, officer, this is the backup file. I hope it will be helpful!"

The staff member, all smiles, answered Klein's question at first, then hesitated, a troubled expression on his face, and said:

"Uh, officer, it took us a long time to find this information."

"Sir, assisting the police in gathering clues is the duty of every citizen of Ruen."

"No, officer, you misunderstood. What I meant was, could you please give us a banner recognizing us as an outstanding company? That's what our boss requested."

Before Klein could finish refusing, the staff member preemptively stated his own request.

"A banner!?"

Upon hearing this familiar yet unfamiliar term, Klein's eye twitched, knowing that this thing was most likely created by Emperor Roselle again.

"Well, that depends on how effective this clue is. If it really works, then naturally a banner will be awarded to you."

Taking a deep breath, the trainee inspector replied to the staff member in front of him with a blank expression.

He then left without lingering, picked up the documents, and departed.

In fact, so much time had passed that Klein had given up hope of finding this clue. Even if the location was found, the mastermind might have already changed residences.

But having a clue is better than having no clue; what if there's a real chance to find out?

The intense sunlight shone on the diviner, stretching his shadow far into the distance.

With a "click," Klein Moretti turned on the silver pocket watch and glanced at it, realizing it was already past six in the afternoon.

"Sigh~ I wonder how Melissa and Ron are getting along."

Thoughts flashed through his mind, and the night watchman revealed a hint of worry.

For the past two weeks, every time he went out to investigate after get off work, he would leave Ron at home and ask his sister Melissa, who was already home from school, to keep an eye on the little brat.

However, recalling how Melissa had been constantly following Ron around lately, Klein felt like a little cabbage had been eaten by a pig.

"Come on, Melissa! Don't let that little kid's appearance fool you!"

Taking a deep breath to suppress his worries, Klein Moretti waved and flagged down a horse-drawn carriage.

He wanted to go and take a look at the red-chimney house he had been searching for for so long.

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