Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 249 The Backlund Serial Murders! (3.4K)

"You made the right choice!"

The blond boy nodded slightly, very satisfied with the result after changing his approach.

To be honest, he wanted to speak properly and be a good person, but his abilities simply didn't allow it.

Perhaps due to the extremely active Celestial Will within him, similar events always lead Ron to develop in a negative direction.

Because His baseness and shamelessness are the symbol and status of the pillar, enough to influence things at the level of destiny.

"Great! Remember to come to Williams Street tomorrow. I'm sure you'll get the hang of your job!"

As he stepped forward, the "Time and Space Dominator" intended to pat the "Wraith" on the shoulder to offer encouragement, but seeing that the other was nearly 20 centimeters taller than him, he could only helplessly push up his monocle.

"As for you, to be honest, I'm not really keen on recruiting you into my manor. This bar is a good place; you can stay here and gather intelligence for me!"

After taking in his first servant, Ron slowly turned around and looked at Marich, who was standing to the side glaring at him.

Clearly, he found the despicable tactics of "Endless Wisdom" utterly contemptible.

After all, what kind of god could say such a thing and do such a thing?!

"good!"

Mr. "The Living Corpse" gritted his teeth and took on his assigned task. After all, he was a member of the "Temperance" faction of the Rose School, and he couldn't just leave the "skeleton" of the "Temperance" leader there unattended.

The mean is the pass of the mean, and the noble is the epitaph of the noble.

Now Ron finally understands the joy that belongs exclusively to "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun"!

"Pah, despicable!"

"Pah, you're despicable!"

The old celestial being had seen everything the blond boy did, and seeing that the time was ripe, he immediately jumped out and "praised" his mortal enemy.

Standing on the moral high ground and pointing fingers always gives him a unique kind of pleasure; he enjoys double standards for a while, and he enjoys them all the time.

Between "momentary pleasure" and "lasting pleasure," the Celestial Venerable's will chose to enjoy the pleasure now.

"Who do you think I look up to?!"

Hearing his arch-enemy's agreement, Ron smirked, his face darkening as he mentally retorted.

Who knows why these two extraordinary beings won't listen to normal conversation, and only listen to you when you use some unconventional methods!?

Can you blame me for being despicable, shameless, filthy, and vulgar?

It's all your fault, you despicable bastard, and the world's fault!

"Alright, since you've agreed, the contract has been signed with me as your witness. See you tomorrow, Miss Sharon~"

Having achieved his goal, Ron tugged at the hem of "Wraith's" skirt and uttered words that made the two extraordinary beings turn pale once again.

Signing a contract under the witness of such a despicable "evil god" always gave them the illusion that they were selling their entire souls.

But before they could think any further, they heard the door slam shut and felt the deathly silence inside the room.

"Sharon, how about we take this opportunity to sneak away? Or we could go and seek refuge with the three major churches. Even if we're kept locked up behind Charnis Gate, it's better than what we're doing now."

Marich wanted to say, "It's better than serving such a despicable evil god," but considering that Ron had just left, he swallowed those harsh words.

"The teacher's body is in His hands, where can we escape to?"

A slightly confused and helpless voice echoed in the chess and card room, as if they had given up all hope for their future.

"You successfully recruited them?"

On the way out of the Brave Ones Bar, Klein flexed his sore little finger and asked curiously.

"Hmph, of course, I'm paying them a hundred pounds a week!"

Ron, who knew this poor wretch very well, grunted and opened his mouth to start spouting nonsense.

"One hundred pounds a week!!!"

Sure enough, the great detective nearly jumped up in the carriage upon hearing this news, letting out a huge gasp of astonishment to show his surprise and envy.

It's a pity. I have too many secrets. And I still need to find my way home. Otherwise, it would have been nice to take care of little kids like before. It always felt like raising children.

Klein's mind raced, but in the end, the great "Fool" resisted the temptation of money and refused this rather rare job.

"Klein, do you like children?"

Just then, the blond boy pushed up his monocle, tilted his head, and asked a very strange question.

"What does this mean? Are you asking for my opinion of him?"

Klein was quite taken aback by this highly unconventional topic and almost blurted out his true feelings.

"Well, well-behaved and sensible children are welcomed by everyone!"

He coughed lightly and subtly nodded at the blond boy.

"I see!"

But Ron simply tossed his head back, completely ignoring the veiled "sarcasm."

Something is wrong!

Klein Moretti suddenly became alert, feeling that the little kid's behavior was a bit too normal.

The sound of the carriage creaking as it passed through the street filled the air, while the crimson moonlight spilled hazily across the street.

Suddenly, a strong smell of blood mixed with the stench of sulfur wafted into Klein's nostrils. He immediately looked out the window on guard and saw a body dressed in brightly colored clothes, its internal organs completely removed, lying quietly in a pool of blood on a secluded street in the distance.

This is a woman!

Soon, piercing screams echoed through the streets and alleys. Pedestrians who discovered the body immediately went to find patrolling police officers, and the body lying in a pool of blood was cordoned off with layers of barricades, strictly prohibiting anyone from approaching.

This is the Backlund serial murder case!

Upon seeing that iconic scene, the great detective narrowed his eyes slightly, recalling the news he had recently read in the newspaper.

This serial murder case has been going on for a long time, and its impact has grown over time until recently when it could no longer be suppressed and was finally exposed to the public.

"It seems there are remnants of a demonic ritual. After so much time, this heinous case should belong to the extraordinary beings of the three major churches. Why hasn't it been solved yet?"

Klein's habitual analysis gave rise to many doubts, but the great detective did not jump off the carriage to meddle. He glanced at the attendant who was lost in thought and belonged only to Mr. "Fool," and felt a sense of security well up in his heart.

"If there's any danger, I'll take some vegetables and fruit and stay at Ron's house for the night."

With a thought to himself, Klein changed the subject again.

Amidst laughter and chatter, the carriage quickly arrived at Minsk Street. After politely bidding farewell to Ron, and watching the little brat's carriage disappear from sight, Klein finally took out his key and turned the doorknob.

In that instant, the emptiness of the room came into his view, leaving him with a feeling of emptiness.

Hey~

With a silent sigh, Klein first ate a simple dinner, then went to the bathroom for a nice hot shower, and finally lay down on the soft bed and fell into a deep sleep.

These past few days have been exhausting for him, not only physically, but also psychologically.

An ambassador from a country, and a powerful extraordinary individual—this is not something a mere detective like him can handle.

However, all of that is in the past now.

on Monday.

Eight o'clock in the morning.

Pale sunlight streamed through the glass into the bedroom at 15 Minsk Street. Klein groggily opened his eyes and stretched.

"It's already 8 o'clock, I overslept!"

Heavy thoughts flashed through her mind. The great detective looked up at the ceiling and pulled the blanket up with her slender little hand.

"Wait, this isn't my body!"

Just then, the guy realized something was wrong. He let out a childish exclamation and looked incredulously at his arm, which was much smaller than before.

"Holy crap, what's going on?!"

Klein immediately jumped out of bed, only to find that his once-fitting pajamas were now loose and baggy, and his trousers were also too long.

This unprecedented situation left the guy completely dumbfounded.

"It's not that the clothes got bigger, it's that I got smaller!"

After being stunned for a long time, the former night watchman finally understood the situation. He quickly took off running to the mirror.

In the mirror appeared a tiny little boy, only 1.45 meters tall. He had black hair and brown eyes, and his features were quite delicate. His chubby little face looked very cute.

Hey!

grass!!

grass!!!

"This is me, you son of a bitch?!"

Klein stared in disbelief, scratching his head and rubbing his face, a sense of absurdity washing over him.

He imitates Sherlock Holmes when he's a detective, not some elementary school student who's a death god!

Oh no, you've wandered onto the wrong set!

"Is it a curse or something, or did someone drug me?!"

The great detective grabbed the pendulum from beside his bed and began to perform divination, but his divination result was negative.

"I can still do divination, I can still sense the clown's extraordinary abilities, and my strength hasn't decreased much. It seems only my body has shrunk... wait, judging by this, my age has also decreased!"

"Damn it, which big shot attacked me? Could it be that petty guy again?!"

Little Klein's mind raced as he analyzed the situation, trying to find the culprit who had turned him into this state.

His first target was the so-called "Time and Space Ruler," because the other party's name clearly implied authority in this regard, and a true god would be capable of such incredible things.

"No, it shouldn't be Him. If He could transform, He would have done so long ago. Why wait until now!"

"Klein, calm down and think carefully about what high-level things you've been exposed to recently."

The former night watchman began pacing back and forth on the ground, muttering to himself as if only in this way could he calm the immense shock and chaotic thoughts in his heart.

Just then, a golden figure suddenly popped into his mind, along with the strange question the other person had asked him the night before.

Klein, do you really like children?

The sounds of yesterday still seemed to echo in his ears, and Klein, connecting all of this, clarified his goal.

"That brat did it!!! His sealing artifact is capable of doing something like this!"

"Damn it, I'm going to give his ass a good spanking today!!!"

With a roar of impotent rage, Klein ripped off his oversized pajamas, rolled up the sheet and wrapped it around himself to cover little Klein before letting out a long sigh of relief.

Klein habitually went to the washroom and immediately took four steps backward, entering the gray fog.

An endless gray fog spread silently, and one deep red star after another appeared before Mr. Fool's eyes.

Feeling that the proportions between his body and the seat had not changed, "The Fool" Klein finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the gray fog was powerful enough that he was not affected at all while he was up there; otherwise, Mr. Fool at today's Tarot meeting wouldn't even be able to reach the edge of the bronze table.

"If that's the case, I'll cancel this tarot session immediately."

After receiving an "affirmative" answer from a divination, Klein felt relieved and muttered to himself.

"Damn it, I have to find that brat's weakness and give him a good beating!"

After a few seconds of silence, Mr. Fool slammed his hand on the bronze table, venting his dissatisfaction in his small corner.

(End of this chapter)