I draw a card first

Chapter 131 After the Mist
This fierce battle of evil gods lasted for a full day and night.

All twelve death favorers were killed in battle, and Aiwen himself suffered a lot of trauma. There was only one skeletal tentacles transformed from six white bone wings behind him, and his right arm disappeared completely, leaving a few broken bones .

But such a heavy price also resulted in even greater losses for the enemy.

The group of at least thousands of ordinary star family members were almost completely killed or injured, and the two ancestor-level deep divers died and one was disabled when the Death Cares erupted when they were dying.

And the ancestor-level star family who could completely win the title of the old ruler was torn to pieces by Aiwen, and the fragments of the corpse almost covered the entire sea area.

As for Cthulhu himself, he was bombarded by death fireballs without a helper.

Whether it's the whisper of the evil god or the erosion of the spirit, these methods that can ignore the distance will not work against the same evil god-level Aiwen.

It's like bullying a paralyzed patient whose whole body is paralyzed and only (tentacles) can barely move. The vile someone throws stones (fireballs) from a distance, grinding to death the protagonist who is about to die in this prophecy!

Of course, the so-called death is in quotation marks.

Because as a member of the evil gods, Aiwen knows very well that the evil gods, as part of the world, will not really die. As long as there are people who know their names and keep their care, the evil gods will eventually recover one day.

And this is one of the reasons why he deliberately left a death favored person.

After fighting the big boss, everything seems to have come to an end, the "brave" can go back to his hometown to get married, and live a happy (?) life?
How could it be so simple!This dungeon is not called the runaway sewer repairman...

Obviously, everything did not end with Cthulhu's brief death this time, as the last big purple-black fireball hit the almost mature Ke Zong... The mutation came suddenly!

The billowing thick fog that appeared at an unknown time swallowed everything in an instant!
Ivan felt that something belonging to him was being stripped away by this fog...but the gradually blurred memories made it difficult for people to remember what it was.
Thick fog
Thick fog that you can't see your fingers in!
Even with Aiwen's current eyesight, he couldn't see anything through this layer of fog. At the same time, he was keenly aware of the changes in his body.

A men's long trench coat with a very old British style was worn on him, and at some point in his hand he was holding a black cane. The cold pure wood was slightly cool in the mist.

Immediately afterwards, some twisted and weird words, completely condensed by fog, appeared before his eyes.

——[You are now a hired private detective, entrusted by the victim's family to solve a weird murder case.

Please work hard to discover the truth of this world, solve all the mysteries, and you will be rewarded by the great existence! 】

The words squirmed and dissipated from the sight like a crawling snake, and at the same time, the thick fog around it also became lighter.

Now, Ivan was finally able to see his surroundings clearly.

At first glance, this seems to be a city similar in style to classical Europe.

Looking ahead along the gravel road beneath our feet, we can vaguely distinguish the wooden street signs with letters on them, some small wooden buildings facing the street, and the stone church in the distance.

A river flows not far away, making a slight sound in the dead night, and in the ancient gas street lamps on both sides of the road, the small flames that are constantly beating emit a faint yellow light.
Under the scattering of the mist, it makes people feel that the surroundings are getting more and more drowsy and dark.
It's as if there's something terrible hiding in those invisible shadows
Ai Wen looked around, as if he suddenly thought of something, he suddenly raised his head, and suddenly saw a waning moon missing about one-tenth of it.

The crater above is vaguely discernible, and you can even see a few of the brightest stars in the sky through the light mist...

However, there seems to be something wrong there...

Alvin frowned, feeling as if he had overlooked something.

Everything is inexplicably familiar...

Suddenly, at the moment when his eyes were away from the moon, he seemed to see the hazy moon suddenly changing its shape.
At a glance, it is like a huge eye suspended in mid-air!
"what happened?

He raised his head again and looked at the moon that had returned to normal without any abnormalities. His heart sank immediately, and then he was a little inexplicably surprised.

Alvin: Wait... Why does it seem like I've seen this scene before somewhere?

Subconsciously, he put his hand into his pocket, and his fingertips quickly touched a slightly hard piece of paper.

He took it out and looked at the fancy letters above "Aiwen Office, solve all your problems". Someone pondered for a while, turned around slowly, and suddenly saw a place less than 100 meters away from him. It has been a long time, a three-story building covered with withered vines.

The board on the wall that says 114 Green Street is a little rotten, missing a nail and making it crumbling, but at least the writing is barely legible.

Aiwen walked over, then took out a bunch of keys from the windbreaker pocket, instinctively opened the wooden door with the longest key, and then pushed it lightly.

"Squeak..." The rusty door latch made a slight squeaking sound, and then the dark entrance was revealed.

With the light of the street lamps scattered from the windows, you can see that the front half of the first floor of the small building is a small living room.

The floor of the living room is covered with simple handmade carpets covered with dust and some garbage. On the walls on both sides, there are several oil portraits of people who don't know who they are and abstract landscapes.

A few simple couches are scattered around the extinguished fireplace.

In front of the sofa, on a round wooden table with a cup of coffee that seemed to be unfinished, there was a half-open letter and a notebook.

Aiwen looked around, reached out and took down the kerosene lamp hanging at the door, habitually popped a little spark to ignite it, and then put the lamp on the log table.

With the dim light, he picked up the letter first.

This is a request for help, and the content is very simple.

It is a woman who calls herself "Mrs. Yulia" who seeks help from the private detective Mr. Aiwen, hoping to help her find out the real cause of her husband's death.

In the last line of the letter, it is written that the other party will visit on June 6th.

Ivan blinked, then got up and looked around, and soon found a pile of newspapers under the sofa, the top one of which was dated June 6th.

The headline on the front page above reads "Steam Liner Ireland Sinks in Severe Storms Early This Morning, All Crew Died"

Focusing on the familiar steamship in the black and white photo, but he didn’t seem to have seen it when he looked closely, he thought for a while and seemed to have no idea, quickly threw the newspaper aside, and picked up another diary instead.

This is a diary with a pure black cover that looks very heavy. When you open it casually, some bits and pieces of content begin to appear.

"On April 776, 3, the weather was fine.

My luck was really bad today. I received a commission to find a cat, and I was finally scratched by that damned cat.

Next time someone comes to me looking for a pet, I will definitely throw him out! "

"September 776, 3, light rain.

Well, well, I take it back, I haven't had any business in a few days.

If someone entrusts me to find a lost pet at this time, I think I can try it too."

"October 776, 3, cloudy.

Damn it, I knew there was something wrong with the commission I received yesterday!

He was just kind enough to help a charming lady find evidence of her husband's cheating, but that guy turned out to be an aristocrat with a musket on his body!

If that guy hadn't spent so much on his lover, that sudden shot might have really killed me. This was really too bad! "

...

"October 777, 6, cloudy.

Went out this morning, did some shopping and went to an antique shop and managed to get my broken pocket watch fixed;

At noon, I met a lady who came to entrust me, she was really a beauty, but unfortunately she was married, what a pity;
Went out for a walk at night, the night was very good, and I met three little birds, it was really a peaceful day.”

"On June 777, 5, the weather was light and rainy.

I accidentally lost the table knife yesterday, I went to buy a new one this morning, and then visited the beautiful lady again;

Four friends came over in the afternoon and we had a chat, but unfortunately they left without staying after dinner;
Of course, there is still no business coming to my door. If this continues, I guess I should be begging along the street. "

……

"These things... why do I feel a little familiar?"

His eyebrows were almost twisted into the word "Chuan", and Ai Wen always felt that he seemed to have forgotten something very important.

But as time went by, that faint feeling became more and more blurred, like a dream that quietly dissipated after waking up...

(End of this chapter)