Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 339 The Correct Use of Twisting Rules (3K)

Entrapment, collusion between police and criminals!

The detective thought to himself, "What bad luck!" as the eight characters flashed through his mind.

In Backlund, in the East End, gang members are mostly violent and aggressive, but there's no guarantee that a few oddballs won't emerge from among them.

Judging from their appearance, they shouldn't be important figures in the gang. Although they were dressed uniformly, their words and actions made them seem more like petty thugs.

As for the tricks he was playing, Zhou Mingrui, being a keyboard warrior on the internet, naturally knew a thing or two about them.

Klein glanced at a gang member in front of him, then turned to look at the patrolling police officers who had already entered his field of vision, but he remained completely calm.

"Officer, I'm also reporting them. They attempted to rob me and commit assault!"

It's just splashing dirty water, who's afraid of who?

"Detective, did I say I was going to rob you? Or did I put a knife to your throat?"

"I only threatened you a few times and said some harsh words; that doesn't constitute a crime."

Seeing that the ignorant detective dared to refute him, the gang leader looked mocking and spoke in a well-organized manner, leaving Klein with no way to refute him.

Why do you, a gang member, know so much about the law? Is your boss a lawyer or something?

A sudden tightness gripped his chest, and he nearly coughed up a mouthful of blood. Mr. Fool felt he had never had such a fulfilling day.

First, they were bombarded with all sorts of information and intelligence, then they were "provoked" in various ways by the nasty Ron, and finally they even encountered this bizarre gang.

Is this the kind of life a human being should live?

"You are involved in illegal possession of a firearm. You must come with us and pay a fine!"

Officer Taylor, who arrived leisurely, glanced at the gang members and completely ignored the detective's accusations, clearly already quite familiar with them.

As the saying goes, practice makes perfect. As a private detective, this wasn't the first time Klein had been caught with an unusual gun.

"A fine? Officer, how much do you want?"

He sensed something was amiss, as if the rules here were quite different from those of the Hillston District Police Department. Within the seemingly reasonable regulations, there were also unspoken rules hidden in the shadows.

After all, Klein wasn't fined the last time he was caught!

"Ha, you know what's good for you, one hundred pounds!"

Officer Taylor looked past Klein and at the beautiful, expressionless woman behind him. He pursed his lips, swallowed, and finally gave a conservative figure.

"One hundred pounds?! Why don't you just rob someone?!"

Upon hearing this number, Klein was stunned and shouted, suddenly feeling an urge to fight the other party to the death.

"Sir, a fine comes much faster than robbery."

Just then, the leader of the thugs chimed in, almost causing the great detective to choke on his breath again.

You're actually pretty honest.

Klein muttered to himself, then stepped forward again, wanting to argue with the other person and try to distract them and get away with it.

In fact, he already had a plan in mind: to use the magician's illusion to create a certificate for the use of multiple weapons, so that the newly arrived patrol officer would have no reason to continue harassing him.

Just as Klein was about to do so, Ron behind him suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled him backward.

At the same time, the beautiful lady's right hand unconsciously brushed against the small brass pot that resembled a pendant hanging from her waist.

It seemed like a reassurance, yet it also seemed like a threat.

Silently, in a realm only Ron could perceive, the unspoken rules here were distorted and altered.

Everyone will act in accordance with the rules.

"Officer, I felt offended by their gaze. As a woman, I believe my right to privacy has been violated!"

"Furthermore, they had portable cameras on them and were secretly filming me!"

The beautiful woman's single sentence was enough to frighten the gangsters into retreating, their foreheads covered in cold sweat, their legs trembling like leaves, as if they had encountered some extremely terrifying beast, and they had lost all their previous composure.

Clearly, even knowing the law may not be enough when encountering an unreasonable person.

"Ma'am, are you sure!?"

"The portable camera is as big as a head! Are you sure they're secretly filming?!"

Officer Taylor, contrary to his usual behavior, immediately skipped over the issue of Klein's illegal possession of a firearm and instead focused on the case of the voyeurism.

"Officer, I'm not sure, but they don't look like good people at all. I think you have to take them back for questioning and also compensate me for emotional distress!"

"Otherwise, tomorrow I'll hang you bunch of lackeys in the most conspicuous spot in the Backlund Post!"

"Sherlock, I wasn't talking about you, so don't look at me like that!"

Ron's actions completely stunned Klein Moretti. The great detective was dumbfounded by Ron's unreasonable and illogical words.

Damn it, what time is it and you're still provoking me!

In a flash, Klein rushed forward and covered the silver-haired woman's babbling mouth, successfully saving the lives of everyone present except himself.

In his mind, if Ron continued to mock him like this, the gang members would definitely get angry and start a fight.

Klein wasn't really worried about the kid's safety; he was more concerned about the safety of the gang members.

This is a high-ranking powerhouse who kills without batting an eye, yet he doesn't need to pay with his life for highway robbery.

"You guys are coming with me to the police station to give statements. Don't let our close relationship fool you; rules are rules!"

"By the way, you guys chip in and raise the money to cover the compensation for emotional distress!"

However, Officer Taylor's powerful shout successfully woke the great detective.

"This, you!? Me!?"

Such a drastic change in attitude... could this also be an extraordinary ability?

Seeing that such absurd and obviously lied words had actually convinced the police, Klein was immediately amazed by Ron's abilities.

If he had the ability to distort the truth, he could save himself so much trouble.

"Madam, I'm so sorry, this is what you deserve. I still need to take them back for questioning. Don't worry, I will definitely let you know when the results are in!"

Ron took the few crumpled bills and a whole handful of copper pennies, and glanced at them to find that it was only a mere thirty pounds.

She arrogantly tossed her silver head back and tossed the incongruous loose change to Klein Moretti.

"Chaos gives birth to order, and order inherently casts a shadow!"

Ron pulled up the pot-shaped pendant at his waist and looked at Klein with an ambiguous expression, adding a sentence.

"You mean... there's an extraordinary person behind those gang members? An extraordinary person through the legal profession?"

Klein, who had the Black Emperor card in his hand, was naturally familiar with this phrase and immediately made sense of the hidden knowledge in this regard.

"Yes, that's right, but that's none of our business..."

Ron slapped the vibrating wishing lamp twice, then tossed it back onto his waist as if nothing had happened.

"Ron, there are Extraordinary individuals in the gang, can I report them?"

"If you're not afraid of the police coming to check your gas meter, you can report me anytime, but don't hide in my house."

Upon hearing this foolish question, the tall woman rolled her eyes, then strode leisurely toward the front of the street.

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Krag Club.

"Klein, what's this investment you were talking about?"

Ron jumped off the carriage and immediately looked at Klein Moretti, who had been chatting with her the whole way, his words filled with anticipation.

They originally intended to go to the Church of Glory, but something Klein said on the way made Ron change his mind.

The silver-haired woman had never considered investing in a business before, because such a trivial matter was not worth the attention of a great being.

However, after hearing what Klein said, she instantly became interested as well.

The reason for this is still "poverty". Although Ron is very rich now, it is just a drop in the ocean for the people in the Southern Continent who believe in her.

Although turning matter into gold is as easy as a wave of the hand for the silver-haired lady, it cannot reverse her family's economic disadvantage.

Money is only money if it can be spent and circulated; gold and silver are merely carriers of wealth and a form of currency.

True wealth, however, lies in the foundation of a power, a nation's industrial level, and the vigorous development of its various industries. Paper money is a product of this principle.

At present, the various mineral resources and local specialties of the Southern Continent are controlled by the nobles or merchants of the various countries of the Northern Continent.

In particular, the sap of the Donisman tree, which has hair-growth properties, has earned merchants considerable profits and various kinds of "wealth".

Although the Southern Continent is about to establish a nation, how to achieve economic overtaking after the establishment of the nation remains a difficult problem.

Ron glanced at the equally overworked "Fool," pouted, and moved a little further away from the guy.

This guy has actually made me feel unusually diligent; how can this be allowed!?

Do I even have any dignity left?! What kind of god would work for their own followers?

Perhaps it's not necessarily me who will do it; it seems I'll need to find some talent...

With bloodshot eyes lowered and a deep breath taken, the kind and benevolent deity rubbed his forehead.

"Bicycles, this is a project I invested in. The patent has been applied for, and it's just a matter of the final product manufacturing stage."

"Ron, in this era, this is a sure-fire way to make money; its future prospects will absolutely exceed your imagination!"

Seemingly worried that the "country bumpkin" from another world had never seen such a thing before, Klein thoughtfully gestured and spoke with the tempting promise of making a fortune.

"How much money can it make? Ten thousand pounds, twenty thousand pounds, or one hundred thousand pounds, or one million pounds?"

Once again brushing his long silver hair behind his ear, Ron asked a truly painful and realistic question.

This amount of money was just a drop in the ocean for her, and the resulting profits made her too lazy to even turn over on the sofa.

(End of this chapter)