Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 238 Klein's Last Words (3K)

The drizzle fell like silk threads, and the trees on both sides of the street looked even more upright as they were soaked by the rain.

The leaves rustled as the rain dripped down, adding a touch of natural charm to this "modern" metropolis.

It's already dark, the perfect time to do something sneaky.

For example, the infiltration investigation of the great detective.avi

"The decor is very ostentatious, and the exterior walls have obvious gold accents, which doesn't fit the national character of Rune; it's more like the style of Intis or the Southern Continent."

Klein, holding an umbrella, hid in a secluded spot on Williams Street.

Just now, this cautious fellow had used the hired carriage to thoroughly observe the villa estate and summarized some existing surface information.

He had seen all the gold-decorated techniques in newspapers and magazines. As a country that values ​​subtlety and conservatism, Ruen's newspapers and magazines never hesitated to satirize their old rival's nouveau riche ostentation.

"But isn't this a bit too much money? Maybe I should give up being a detective and ask the homeowner if they hire servants or bodyguards?"

The great detective felt a mix of wavering and longing, and began to seriously consider the possibility of changing careers.

Sigh... never mind. I still have many secrets to hide, and being rich doesn't mean being generous to servants. Judging from the appearance of this villa, there probably aren't many servants. The few servants who are there might not only face the employer's scolding but also have to do several jobs each.

That's so pitiful. Surely there really are servants who are bullied to this extent and can only swallow their anger and suffer in silence?

Thinking about this, Klein's mood instantly improved a lot. There's no such thing as a bad situation, only a worse one; everything needs to be compared.

As for the fact that there were no servants or very few servants, that was also information he observed.

Because this villa seemed so out of place compared to the other neighbors on the street, but its garden and lawn still showed signs of being regularly maintained.

Looking at the sky and the elegant gas streetlights that had come on, Klein decided not to wait any longer. Taking advantage of the fact that there were hardly any people on the streets in the rainy night, he went to the weak spot in the wall that he had already found.

Putting away his umbrella, the detective let the cold raindrops pelt his body. Then, he braced himself with both hands and leaped up like a nimble black cat, clearing the wall in the blink of an eye and arriving at the back garden.

Klein then rolled over without making a sound and leaned against the wall, where he saw a half-open window.

This was a target he had already identified.

There was no sign that the gas lamps were lit inside the house, and the fact that the windows were open on this cold, rainy night indicated that no one was in the house.

This is a very good starting point for infiltration and investigation.

"It basically matches the divination, but I can't be careless..."

Seeing that the first step had been achieved smoothly, Klein felt a little relieved.

He then, silently and carefully made his way to a corner of the garden, drenched by the light drizzle.

His movements were as if he had received professional training, using the terrain to conceal himself and avoid guards that didn't even exist.

It must be said that the detective's move was quite effective; apart from getting his coat soaked, no one noticed.

Finally, having evaded the imagined guards, Klein successfully reached the outer wall of the villa.

He resisted the urge to pry off a few gold threads from above, grabbed the drainpipe, nimbly got up and went to the third floor, and climbed through the window into the villa.

As soon as he entered, Klein's vision blurred. He saw that the room was filled with women's stockings and lace-trimmed panties scattered everywhere.

These stockings and underwear come in various styles, as if many people have chosen them according to their own tastes, and it seems they even try them on secretly late at night.

"Damn it, why do I always run into these kinds of things..."

Recalling the pornographic video he saw when he caught the adulterer that morning, Klein Moretti's face twitched, and he silently complained in his mind.

He's such a decent person, how come he always encounters these inexplicable situations?

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly rang out, breaking the great detective's thoughts.

The footsteps clattered, turning from hurried walking into an undisguised run, as they tumbled and crawled from the second floor to the third.

not good……

Klein Moretti was startled. His pupils contracted, and he tried to retrace his steps back to the window, but the running footsteps were incredibly fast. Before he could even make a move, the footsteps had already reached the doorway of the room.

Without time to think too much, the detective scanned the room and decided to take the risk of being discovered.

"Moreover, the divination results were very favorable, and the information obtained may well be related to this person..."

Clutching the slumbering charm made by Mr. Fool, he prepared for battle.

With a loud bang, the door was kicked open with great force, and Klein seized the opportunity to throw out the Sleeping Talisman in his hand with perfect accuracy.

The spell was so swift, like an arrow, that it struck the heavy, elastic object in the blink of an eye.

However, the slumbering spell did not work as Klein had expected. Instead, it bounced back and fell to the ground using the complex principle of hemispheres, bouncing up and down like a coin.

This works?!

Upon witnessing this outrageous scene, the former night watchman's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets; he never expected such a thing to happen.

shit!

Medici stared at the guy who had offended him and discovered his cross-dressing secret with a gloomy expression. He clenched his teeth and looked at him with disdain as if he were looking at a scumbag.

Family members, does anyone understand? There's a man below!

"Um... good evening, ma'am... I'm lost."

Meanwhile, the man below curled up his lips into an increasingly comical smile. He first greeted someone, then retreated sharply, attempting to leap out of the window.

Judging from the fact that the slumber spell had no effect, Klein suspected that the guy in front of him was an extraordinary being, a very powerful extraordinary being!

This is what you call no danger?! This is what you call no extraordinary individuals?!

Mr. "The Clown" was pounding his heart, too preoccupied to think about why his divination results were wrong.

If the extraordinary diviner's appearance is wrong, then translating everything smoothly would probably mean he has to confess here.

So, run, and then run into the street shouting for help. The police station is very close here!

"snort!"

You think you can just run away after offending me?

Seeing this, the Red Angel snorted disdainfully. He opened his hand and made a grasping motion, conjuring an ice spear from mid-air. In that instant, the spear passed over Klein's body, instantly covering the window with thick ice crystals.

Grass!

Upon seeing this familiar scene, Klein Moretti's face twitched, and he cursed inwardly, feeling that he had some inexplicable connection with windows. He remembered that it was the same when he fought Mr. Z last time.

"Cough cough... cough cough..."

However, before he could take any action, Klein suddenly felt his body sink, his forehead burn, and he couldn't stop coughing, as if he had some serious lung disease.

He coughed so hard he couldn't catch his breath, so hard he couldn't stand up, and he collapsed to the ground, utterly powerless to resist.

"How could it be so fast after just a little rain? It's the extraordinary ability of a high-sequence individual. Making money in Backlund is so difficult."

I wonder if I can be resurrected this time.

Klein's eyes were glazed over. He had a clear understanding of his current situation and asked the working class a harsh question about life.

However, what he couldn't understand was why he was so unlucky, that he could encounter a high-sequence individual even when accepting a commission.

"Medici! I told you to grab him here, why did you hit him so hard?!"

Just then, as Klein was about to fall to the ground and die, a familiar, youthful voice rang out, causing his eyes to tremble slightly.

"Is this what death feels like? Last time I died so quickly I didn't even feel anything. They say that when people die, their last thoughts are about the most important people in their lives, but why am I thinking about this little brat?"

In a daze, Klein seemed to see a blurry golden figure that was running towards him at high speed, carrying the aroma of Backlund roast goose.

"No, it also tastes like baked lobster with cream cheese."

Perhaps due to the enhancement of his physique by the Joker's potion, the great detective did not faint immediately, but was still instinctively letting his thoughts wander.

In a daze, with his head spinning, he struggled to open his eyes and gaze at the figure in his imagination.

He pursed his chapped lips again and again, and finally raised his hand with trembling hands, grasping the blond boy's thin arm, and began to give his last words under Medici's admiring gaze.

"Ron, you're a fucking jerk! You little brat are really annoying."

"You lazy bum, you glutton, a parasite on human society, utterly useless."

"Even though you have a sharp tongue, are shameless, and aren't very smart, I still don't mind."

"I have £100 in my Backlund account. Don't go begging on the streets and starve to death."

what?

Upon hearing these breathless "last words," the blond boy's expression froze for a moment, but the joy of their reunion vanished instantly, his lips drooped, and his face darkened to the point that Medici felt a chill run down his spine.

"I don't know him, you should just kill him!"

Ron, his face grim, shook off Klein's arm, gave Medici, who was watching the scene unfold, a "click" gesture, and then left without looking back, returning to the fireplace to continue his dinner.

"Kid, you've got some nerve!"

Upon seeing this, the Red Angel lit a cigarette, looked at the fallen Klein, and muttered something inexplicably, his words filled with admiration.

In that instant, Medici felt that this guy was absolutely right, every word of which struck a chord with him, and was all the "provocation" that he usually wanted to say but dared not say aloud.

As the saying goes, true friends are hard to find!

(End of this chapter)