Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

At night, Renekton had just finished his dinner and was ready to continue studying the characteristics of the Desire Apostle.

Boom! Two short knocks on the door sounded in succession.

The door creaked open automatically, and Klein took off the half-high silk hat he was wearing and walked in.

"I thought you would choose to come to me again tomorrow?"

While talking, Renekton had already picked up two cups of coffee and walked to the sofa in the living room.

Klein smiled politely and said:

"Before, I had a protector of the Heart of Machinery by my side. I need to pay attention to my own behavior, in line with the personality of a detective."

"It's already night, are you still drinking coffee? Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to sleep at night?"

"For extraordinary people, wanting to sleep is a very simple problem. Moreover, I have just obtained the characteristics of the Desire Apostle, and I will most likely not be in the mood to sleep until I have achieved certain results in research."

While he was talking, Renekton was already sitting on the sofa, casually pushing another cup of coffee in front of Klein.

Klein glanced at the coffee on the coffee table and shook his head slightly to refuse it for the sake of his sleep quality at night.

I organized the language a little and said:

"I have completed the channeling of the desire apostle, Patrick Jason Beria. He is a member of the demon family. He joined a very ancient secret organization, where he received an order to assassinate Duke Negan. Task."

"The reward is a card of blasphemy, the card of the abyss!"

"That ancient organization is called Dusk."

"Ahem!" Renekton coughed lightly, interrupting the other party's narration, and then explained to the confused Klein:

"Don't say this name casually to the outside world, it will be noticed."

"." After being briefly shocked, Klein muttered with a somewhat annoyed expression:

"If I tell Miss Justice the name of this organization, will she be in danger?"

Are you moving so fast?

Renekton raised his eyebrows and glanced at Klein, then thought for a moment and said:

"As long as it is not mentioned frequently, or the status is special, the danger is not there, and that person is not an evil god. At most, it is just a glance. Maybe at some point, Miss Justice will become part of the other party's plan."

"Is this opponent a high-sequence extraordinary person from the audience path?" Klein's brows gradually furrowed. The other party's description reminded him of the high-sequence ability of the audience path.

Renekton nodded slightly and said:

"It should be said that he is currently the one with the strongest audience access. Frequently mentioning him and his Red Death Mansion Group will attract attention, easily expose some key information, and inadvertently become a part of the opponent's script. member."

"Sunset Red Death House Group. This nickname that Qian picked up is quite unique. Can this be done to avoid being noticed by the other party?"

Klein controlled the twitching corners of his mouth and sighed softly.

"If you associate this nickname with yourself in your mind, you will definitely be aware of it. I have made certain psychological hints to myself. To me, this is just an unfixed direction like "someone" or "there" vocabulary."

"I see." Klein nodded clearly, and then said:

"My appearance as the Rogue Black Emperor at the place where Jason Belial was killed by you seems to have caused some associations among the people of the three major churches. This allowed me to finish digesting the magician's potion in my body."

"Congratulations." Renekton suppressed his surprised expression and congratulated.

This progress is not unusually fast. In less than half a year, we will soon be the Faceless Man of Sequence Six.

Because of the successful digestion of the potion, Klein's mood was obviously higher:

"There are still some auxiliary materials needed, but they are just relatively common materials and will be collected soon."

"There should be a huge bounty, right? The people from the church arrived too quickly. You should have warned them in a subtle way."

Recalling that because the Church of the Night arrived too quickly with 1-42, he had no chance to take away the suitcase brought by Jason Belial, Renekton shook his head helplessly.

That was all the property that Jason Beria had accumulated over the years in Backlund, at least fifty or sixty thousand pounds.

Klein nodded lightly and said in a pleasant voice: "Yes, I got 1000 pounds!"

The underground area of ​​the Steam Church.

A group of members of the Mechanical Heart team were looking at an ancient silver mirror with strange patterns. There were black gems decorated as "eyes" on both sides of the mirror.

A member of the Heart of Machinery team glanced at the magic mirror Arrodes, who was well-known in the church, and asked curiously:

"Deacon, if you ask the magic mirror some unsolved problems or classic paradoxes, will it give the correct answer?"

"It will reject it directly, or give you a lightning bolt, or make you suffer a curse that you absolutely don't want to face."

"It is a living sealed object, and it has extremely high intelligence. You cannot look at it like a rigid object."

Ikonse replied with a sigh.

After answering the team members' questions, he clenched his fists and calmed down his nervousness before stretching out his fingers and touching the surface of the silver mirror three times.

A layer of subtle mist spread on the surface of the silver mirror. Ikonse took a deep breath and said in a low voice:

"Dear Arrods, my question is, who, or which force, instigated the Apostle of Desire to assassinate Duke Negan?"

The magic mirror Arrodes was silent for a moment without showing any picture. After a while, the water light began to float, outlining a dusk scene.

"What does this mean?" Looking at me and you, the members of the Mechanical Heart team couldn't understand the meaning of the picture presented by the magic mirror.

"Twilight is a symbol of the end of life. Will it be a sect that believes in the God of Death? Or a lunatic who believes in the end of the world?"

"I think it's the latter."

The team members discussed among themselves, but in the end they did not come to a definite conclusion.

Ikonse, who asked the question just now, did not pay attention to the discussion of his team members. At this moment, his face was already red, and he even felt like smoke was coming from the top of his head.

Because the magic mirror Arrodes asked its question:

"What's your favorite color of underwear?"

Ikanser struggled to spit out one word:

"Red"

The room suddenly became unusually quiet, and everyone looked at the corner of the room as if nothing had happened.

Ikanser grabbed his fluffy hair, suppressed the rising sense of shame in his heart, and asked his second question:

"Dear Arrods, my second question is, who is the person who killed the Apostle of Desire?"

The picture of Magic Mirror Arrodes suddenly got stuck, and no new picture appeared in the floating water. A short while ago, a blurry dark scene appeared, and only a person standing vaguely could be seen. in the darkness.

The picture disappeared quickly. Without Ikanser's time to think, Arrods emerged with crimson words one after another as if he was angry:

"It's my turn to ask a question!"

"Every time you solve a problem with your hands, who is the person in your mind?"

The room suddenly became quiet, so quiet that everyone's breathing could be heard.

"I choose punishment." Ikonse said through gritted teeth, his face turning white and red.

The next moment, silver lightning flashed for a moment, as if Arrodes had been waiting for the opportunity to attack him.

Ikanser sat on the chair behind him feeling dizzy with his head that was charred and smelled of charcoal.

A team member said somewhat unbearably:

"Deacon, let me answer the next question."

".Try not to enter the punishment phase." Ikanser nodded slightly and said in a weak tone.

The volunteered member of the Heart of Machinery imitated Ikanser's movements very confidently and stroked the surface of the silver mirror three times.

"Dear Arrods, my question is, who are the collaborators of the Apostle of Desire?"

The silver mirror's expression showed the back of a woman with an excellent figure.

Then, it was replaced by a person who was so vague that he could only barely tell that he was a man based on his clothing.

The scene ended quickly, and bloody words were quickly outlined on the surface of the silver mirror:

"You do it with your hands every day?"

The team member who asked the question froze in place, feeling that his ears were quickly getting hot.

".Yes." He replied very quietly.

In the bathroom on the second floor of No. 15 Minsk Street, Klein watched with confusion as lines of bright red words appeared on the mirror in front of him:

"Oh! My great master, your humble and faithful servant Arrodes, has finally found you!"

"Please forgive my presumption, my body is still under the supervision of the Church of Steam, and I can only come to meet the great master in this way!"

"Great, Supreme Master, may I follow in your footsteps!!!"

Klein was silent. He had already thought of the Sealed Artifact 2-111 called the Magic Mirror of the Church of Steam.

When I came into contact with the mirror, I did have some different reactions. But was this really the magic mirror? The difference between before and after is too big!

"2-111?" Klein asked hesitantly.

"Yes, Master, you can also call me Arrods. I can answer any questions you ask. As long as they don't involve the true God and secrets, I can answer them without restriction."

"May I, my great and supreme master?"

Is this its rule? When you ask a question, you have to ask the other party to answer a question. But this is too different from how you treat members of the Heart of Machinery. Does this magic mirror have two faces? .If Deacon Ikanser saw this scene, would he faint in the toilet crying?