Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 239 "There is no danger inside this villa" (3K)

"Cough cough cough"

A soft cough broke the silence, and Klein regained consciousness. He cautiously opened his eyes and looked around in confusion.

"Am I reborn, or am I still alive? I think I just saw that little brat."

"Wait, why does it smell like Backlund roast goose?"

Suddenly, the great detective, who was very sensitive to this kind of thing, noticed something was wrong. His eyes widened, and he sat up abruptly.

He sat up!?

"You're awake?"

But before the great detective could fully assess his current predicament, he heard a melodious voice, as gentle as flowing water, softly ask.

He turned his head and saw that the voice came from the red-haired woman who had almost killed him.

Upon seeing that beautiful face, Klein was initially wary, but then his face flushed red, and he couldn't help but think of the bed full of underwear and stockings.

"Ha, you have a real talent for provocation!"

Seemingly noticing the change in the person's expression, the Red Angel's expression froze, then she gritted her teeth and made a comment before slamming her hot tea on the coffee table and leaving without looking back.

"Where am I? Who was that just now? Why didn't she kill me in the end?"

Seeing the scene before him, Klein Moretti felt bewildered and somewhat confused about the current situation.

But just then, he caught that familiar scent again, the one he had vaguely smelled in his sleep.

In that instant, Klein's thoughts came together, and he remembered everything that had happened before.

"Damn, no way!"

He now felt his mind was perfectly clear, and the strange fever and uncontrollable severe cough were gone.

So this means that everything happening now is not an illusion. And since everything happening now is not an illusion, then what about that blond brat from before?

Mr. "The Clown" turned his head stiffly like a robot, and sure enough, he saw the blond boy on the single sofa, who was frantically gnawing on a goose leg.

"Luo"

Just as Klein was about to shout out in surprise, he saw the very familiar boy glance at him with a greasy, disdainful look, as if he were looking at a stranger.

That familiar expression, those familiar movements, all indicated that Klein Moretti had not mistaken him for someone else.

This is good news, indicating that he is currently very safe.

But then came the bad news: he seemed to have said some unpleasant things while he was in a daze.

I was just telling the truth.

Klein muttered a curse to himself, then completely relaxed.

Although he couldn't understand why Ron was here, and why he had met him so coincidentally, it wasn't too bad news.

At least I've saved my life.

probably.

Seeing the arrogant expression on the blond boy's face, Klein felt a chill in his heart and suddenly became somewhat uncertain.

"Ron, long time no see!"

Feeling his body regain its strength, the former night watchman gave a bitter smile and greeted the boy.

He had no doubt that Ron would recognize him in his disguise, because if he didn't, he would most likely wake up in the Tasok River, and he wouldn't get such good treatment.

"Hmph, ╯^╰."

But the blond boy just arrogantly raised his head, gave a haughty hum, and glanced disdainfully at the great detective who had broken his heart.

"Ahem, actually I recognized you just now. I was just kidding. You know what acting is, right? I was just acting!"

Upon seeing that familiar expression, Klein's face twitched. He quickly got up and went to the little kid's side, and as usual, he began to coax the child with sweet words.

"Ha, acting? Acting like a clown? Maybe you'd be more professional with a unicycle!"

Unicycle. You're probably in cahoots with that petty person, aren't you?

Ron's words were as sharp as ever, causing Klein's eyes to twitch as he silently complained to himself, as if he were back in Tingen City.

The firelight quietly illuminated the two of them, reflecting the warm fireplace in their eyes. They fell silent for a moment, neither of them speaking again.

"Ron, aren't you curious why I came back to life?"

Just then, upholding his adult responsibilities, Klein broke the silence and tried to get closer to Ron.

Based on his understanding, although this little brat wasn't crying or making a fuss, he was definitely brewing some bad ideas and might cause trouble at any time.

He was very familiar with this.

"Klein, you..."

Ron hesitated, wanting to speak but holding back. To be honest, he was in a bad mood. He had wanted to confront this poor wretch directly so he could quickly get to Mr. Fool's stunts on Source Castle, but then he changed his mind and gave up on the idea.

Because the truth of all this seems too cruel for this guy who is only Sequence 8.

"It's no big deal, I'm still alive, aren't I?"

Taking a deep breath, the blond boy changed the subject, throwing the leftover bones into the roaring fireplace.

Bright flames crackled and popped, but neither of them mentioned their own unusual behavior or secrets.

Of course, Ron didn't mention it because this poor bastard had no secrets in his eyes!

"Klein, sometimes I'm really curious. Back in Tingen, you always sneaked into my room, but why did you do the same thing in Backlund?"

"Uh, would you believe me if I said it was an accident?"

Upon hearing this, Mr. "The Clown" coughed lightly, perfectly adhering to the principle of confidentiality.

"Oh? I remember you just mentioned your wealth to me, £100 in Backlund Bank, right?"

"Uh, actually I changed careers. Now I'm a private investigator. Someone paid me £5 to come here and conduct an investigation!"

Hearing this faint threat and seeing the smug look on the little brat's face, Klein, caught red-handed, turned green with rage and immediately betrayed his employer.

It's not that he didn't follow professional ethics, but he could still distinguish which side was more important. Dealing with Ron was the same as dealing with his great "Fool."

Moreover, the other party did not sign a contract with him.

"Very good, you pass!"

Ron grunted, indicating that he had forgiven Klein for the time being. These words were like a spell, causing the great detective's tense nerves to relax abruptly, giving him a feeling of his heart finally settling down.

"Heh, Ron, I didn't realize you were so rich. How long did you rent this place? How much did it cost?"

As Mr. "The Clown" breathed a sigh of relief, his gaze was unconsciously drawn to the magnificent decorations in the living room on the first floor. The bright crystal chandelier and the glittering gold ornaments successfully made this unsophisticated fellow swallow hard.

"rent?"

Suddenly, a very puzzled voice entered his ears, causing Klein's expression to change, as if he had thought of a possibility.

"I bought this villa for 5000 pounds, and the renovations only cost a few tens of thousands of pounds..."

Tens of thousands of pounds!!!

Upon hearing this answer, Mr. "The Clown" was momentarily dazed. He then stared wide-eyed at the blond boy, whose expression remained unchanged, as if in disbelief.

Aren't we all broke? Why are you suddenly so rich?!

Are we still good brothers?

At that moment, Klein suddenly remembered what had happened that day. He had almost lost his life for 5 pounds and for struggling to survive in Backlund.

A mere 5 pounds doesn't seem to be enough to cover the heating costs for this villa tonight!

Why is there such a huge difference between people?

Having gained some new insights, Klein's lips trembled for a moment, and he stammered for a long time, but in the end, he didn't say anything.

He felt ashamed of his previous assumptions and malicious speculations.

"So, the one begging on the streets was actually me."

Mr. "The Clown" had an epiphany, and he forced a happy smile to mask the sadness in his heart.

"Actually, you can move in with me. This villa has many empty rooms, and there are basically only two people here."

"real!?"

Upon hearing the blond boy's invitation, Klein Moretti was overjoyed, feeling that his life-risking revenge for the other man had not been in vain.

"Forget it, I still have several months left in my rented apartment, it's a shame to just leave it there."

However, upon seeing the "expectant" look on the little boy's face, Klein regained his composure and politely declined his invitation.

He knew Ron all too well; he was like a weasel offering New Year's greetings to a chicken—he had no good intentions.

If he were to actually move into such a large villa, he would probably be treated like a servant by this little brat, and even if he wanted to get rid of it, he wouldn't be able to!

"Hmph, fine, but it's raining heavily outside tonight, so you can stay here for now."

The blond boy shook his head with a hint of regret, pointed to the torrential rain outside the window, which resembled a waterfall, and earnestly offered advice to the poor man.

"Thank you for taking me in, the great Mr. Ron Sothos!"

Klein jokingly bowed and thanked the little kid for taking him in.

"Damn it, how did that detective get so far away!?"

"Damn it, if someone hadn't leaked the information about the manuscript beforehand, tonight's operation should have been scheduled for tomorrow!"

In the pouring rain, Rosago used divination to locate the current position of the great detective Sherlock Moriarty. Through an informant's urgent contact, he successfully obtained the manuscript of the third-generation difference engine and handed it over to the Intis spy who had never been exposed, instructing him to take it away as soon as possible.

His purpose in coming here was, of course, due to the ambassador's orders and to try to divert MI9's attention and create an opportunity for his comrades to escape Backlund.

But what he never expected was that the little detective had run so far and was hiding in a rich man's house.

"There is no danger inside this villa."

"There are no other extraordinary individuals in this villa."

With both divinations yielding positive answers, Rosago's gaze fell upon the open window on the third floor.

"Trying to use a wealthy man's bodyguards to protect you? Too bad, that's a nice idea, but I'm actually stronger than you think!"

Without hesitation, the widowed master braved the torrential rain and arrived at a spot against a wall. He nimbly pushed himself up with both hands and moved to the back garden. Then, with a roll, he landed against the wall without making a sound.

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 Rosago's move was quite effective; apart from getting his outer clothes completely wet, no one noticed.

Finally, having evaded the imagined widowed master guarding the villa, they successfully reached the outer wall of the villa.

Ignoring the gold thread on the wall, he grabbed the drainpipe, nimbly got up, went to the third floor, and climbed through the window into the villa.

Upon entering, Rosago's vision blurred as he saw women's stockings and lace-trimmed panties scattered everywhere in the house.

(End of this chapter)