Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 396 You Angels (3K)

"Are you sure you want to come in with me dressed like this?"

Seeing Klein dressed in women's clothing and completely unaware of the seriousness of the situation, the Red Angel actually took pity on him and gave him a friendly reminder.

"Well"

The despicable fortune teller had only just realized this; he had been too nervous and had forgotten that he was actually dressed as a woman. Although he was covered by a black robe, he still looked rather strange.

The Faceless Man's potion did indeed work a little, seemingly because the "White Saintess" acknowledged my identity and what I had done during this time. However, it was only a little; unlike the "Magician," the "Faceless Man's" more important aspect seemed to be its endurance.

For example, the identity of Sherlock Moriarty—I unconsciously play this role in my daily life, which is why I felt a connection to the "Faceless Man" potion. If you look at it that way, if I pretended to be Amon, wore a monocle, and fooled the angels in the villa, would I immediately collapse?

Ah Meng may have hurt me a thousand times, but I will still love Ah Meng as if it were my first love.

Despite having just been cracked open, it still couldn't stop the "cautious" fortune teller's reckless enthusiasm for courting death.

Recalling the servants with monocles he had first met, Klein shuddered and rejected the dangerous idea in his mind.

No way, who knows if this will turn me into a clone? It's practically like handing food to someone.

After careful consideration, he suppressed the thoughts that were rising in his mind, transformed back into Jessica, and nodded to the Red Angel.

Regrettably, Klein chose the latter between complete and incomplete perversion, merely changing his appearance to conceal his true identity.

He placed his hand on the doorknob and pressed down, as if he had touched something. As soon as he opened the door a crack, a breeze carrying the smell of blood blew in, and at the same time, a hysterical scream rang out.

The person making the sound seemed to have experienced something inhumane, or witnessed something bizarre that even a demigod could not accept.

The screams rang out again, this time closer to the chaotic roars of wild beasts, filled with an intense sense of despair that made Klein's pupils shrink abruptly.

He recognized the voice; it was the voice of the White Saintess.

Without any hesitation, Klein immediately shielded the Red Angel to his chest, while simultaneously closing his eyes and plugging his ears with crumpled paper.

Be quick to back down, and do it with style—that's the fortune teller's philosophy of life.

The world before Katarina's eyes, composed of mountains of flesh and blood, began to distort and change. Various twisted black lines appeared on her retinas, writhing and crawling, eventually transforming into a clean and tidy ordinary bedroom amidst a buzzing in her head.

"I'm back!"

The world that had existed for thousands of years, boundless and constructed of shells, hair, tendons, blood vessels, and tumors, finally disappeared from her eyes, as if it were the deepest and most profound dream.

Suddenly, tears welled up in the eyes that had been covered in dried blood, melting the scabbed blood and restoring the reddish world before them to its original color.

She plopped down on the ground, letting out a series of manic laughs, as if she had been thoroughly ravaged.

She survived by eating rotten flesh and blood for thousands of years.

Medici pushed open the door and entered, only to see a witch whose clothes were filthy and torn to shreds, whose eyes were bloodshot, and who was emitting eerie, neurotic laughter. Medici's face twitched involuntarily.

"Ask away... I'll tell you anything..."

A hoarse voice echoed in the bedroom, flat yet filled with an inexplicable eeriness.

Time can teach people a lot, and a "long time" can make people obedient.

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"We cooperate with the royal family for the characteristics of the 'Conquerors,' which will be sacrificed to the primordial..."

"Backlund... has many hideouts for kidnapping and human trafficking, located on Vincent Street in the East End and White Hat Street in the West End..."

"I don't know, I really don't know. We don't know what the royal family is doing; we're only responsible for transporting goods..."

Under interrogation by Klein and Medici, the White Saintess, who was on the verge of collapse and trembling all over, did not hide anything and told all the information she knew, which went more smoothly than Klein had expected.

Although he knew that a certain faction within the royal family was behind the human trafficking, he never imagined that the power behind it was so immense.

At that moment, Klein recalled the profound words Ron had uttered at the Tarot meeting.

What are they after?

Frankly speaking, although Klein really wanted to rescue the slaves who had been sent away, reporting them to the three major churches after learning the information would have been a safe and good way.

But the former Night Watcher, who adhered to professional ethics, now only felt a sense of powerlessness. He was only at Sequence Six, and if he wanted to get involved in this game, he would have to become at least a demigod.

"Without Ron's help, I might already be like Ian's employer, rotting in the sewers being eaten by rats and no longer able to cause Him any trouble. He has helped me enough, and there are so many angels in the house who are hostile to the Church of the True God. If we were discovered..."

Taking a deep breath, Klein wrote down all the addresses provided by Katarina and silently stuffed the notes into his pocket.

Even with his thick skin, after learning part of the truth, he didn't want to bother the blond boy anymore. As for the location of the mausoleum that the other party wanted to investigate, he couldn't even see a hair of it, and forcibly investigating would only make things worse.

"The trail has gone cold. If I were you, I would have stopped immediately. You're as weak as a newborn bird; even a dog from Backlund could make you scream for help!"

Compared to Klein, Medici appeared much more energetic. He seemed to be mocking but was actually advising Klein, trying to persuade him to give up.

What are you saying? Did you divine in the spirit world that I was being chased by a demon hound?!

The great detective smirked and retorted defiantly:

"If she can't handle things properly, she won't get what she wants. After all, people have definitely noticed you going out to buy groceries every day, and they'll be very wary of you then."

"Perhaps you could hire a psychologist for her and make her your person."

Klein's taunts were undoubtedly very effective, instantly plunging Medici, who was in a good mood, from the heights of happiness to the depths of despair.

The Witch Cult and the Royal Family haven't finalized their deal yet, so if He wants to steal the "Conqueror" trait, He doesn't know where to start.

Strictly speaking, Medici's trail also went cold, as if a powerful force was controlling everything, telling them that the investigation had come to an end.

Forget it, the most important thing now is to digest the potion and advance to Sequence Five. I have the materials and the recipe, but I don't know where to find the mermaid.

After a moment's thought, Klein set a short-term plan for himself. He also planned to dress up as the Black Emperor tonight and report the Witch Cult and the Royal Family to the three major churches, giving them a headache.

This is what they mean by "with great power comes great responsibility."

After figuring everything out, he said goodbye to Medici and returned to the living room on the first floor, wanting to ask Ron where he could meet a mermaid.

"Your painting is so ugly and disgusting! I suggest you hang it in your bedroom and keep it as a keepsake!"

As soon as he entered the living room, he saw a 1.4-meter-tall black-haired boy pointing and gesturing next to Ron.

Klein had already seen this little guy, but he had been suppressing his curiosity and hadn't asked him any questions.

Is this another angel? There are four now; they could play mahjong together.

Silently grumbling to himself, the great detective stepped forward and peeked out to look curiously at the scroll in the blond boy's hand.

It was a picture made of various biological materials, and the gore inside was so disgusting that Klein, who only glanced at it, showed a look of disgust.

"Stop talking nonsense! What do you know? It may be disgusting, but it's perfectly disgusting!"

The blond teenager retorted, leaving Will Uncrestin speechless.

At this moment, His black pupils glanced at Klein, who was standing there dumbfounded, and a hint of sadness suddenly appeared on His face.

"You're the one who gave Him my origami cranes!?"

Mercury Serpent pointed at Ron, then looked at the bewildered detective with her big, watery eyes, and burst into tears.

What does that mean?

A thousand paper cranes!? Dr. Allen's thousand paper cranes!?

Isn't this thing related to the Mercury Serpent?

Could it be... no way, bro? You guys are all angels, do you have to be so childish? You're even more childish than little kids...

Klein's expression changed, revealing an expression of having learned something new. In that instant, he suddenly felt that Ron could be considered mature.

Although he can be a bit arrogant at times, that's part of his signature characteristic.

"What do you suggest I do? I'm so miserable, so unlucky, why did I have to run into you?"

"You must compensate me!"

Will Oncetin cried and wailed in a undignified manner, his snot running down his face. In his grief, he even lunged forward and wiped his snot all over Klein's trouser leg.

"Don't come any closer! Calm down, calm down!"

The great detective quickly backed away, while simultaneously trying to pry Will Onsett off his legs. The complex expression on his face was unreadable even to a professional psychologist.

Why do these angels always look so pathetic?!

"You have to promise me you'll do something for me. This is the price you pay for offending me, or I'll beat you up!"

The mercury snake clung to Klein's trouser leg, half threatening and half shameless, and no matter how hard he shook it, he couldn't get rid of Will Onsett, who was as sticky as glue.

What a disaster! I should have just left...

"Okay, but you can't make requests that I can't fulfill or that go against my wishes."

Klein was feeling very guilty. To be honest, for the safety of his good friend Allen, he had no choice but to stir up trouble and see if Ron had any solutions.

But unexpectedly, after going around in circles, it all came back to him.

"Fine! You said it!"

Will Oncetin suddenly stood up, a hint of joy on his face. He wiped his snotty nose twice on his trouser leg, grinned, and ran off.

That's enough, this world is beyond saving...

(End of this chapter)