Mysteries: Arcana Wars

Ding!

Klein was startled by the sound of the microwave, like a sound sleeper awakened by thunder, and suddenly pulled his thoughts back from his chaotic thoughts. He noticed his rare loss of composure, stretched out his hand and rubbed his face vigorously, then walked towards the kitchen. Klein couldn't help but feel that since becoming a Sequence 2 angel, he rarely had such an unconcealed loss of composure.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed at the air, then raised his foot and stamped on the floor. Finally, the world appeared in its truest form in his perception, and the lingering mist that had enveloped him just now finally disappeared.

The three hands of the antique pocket watch stopped quietly at twelve o'clock, and there was no sound.

Welcome to the real world.

It seems that this pocket watch will only start turning when one is in a hallucination, and will indicate the time when the hallucination disappears by reversing.

Has Melissa been by my side all this time?

Klein stroked his pocket watch in a daze. The familiar yet unfamiliar Melissa appeared in his mind again. The colorful hem of her skirt gradually faded as she sobbed and admonished him, and finally collapsed into wisps of misty black smoke, which slipped through Klein's trembling fingers and finally dissipated in Klein's chaotic memory along with her crystal tears, becoming the first blessing for Klein after he woke up.

Click, click, the antique pocket watch opened and closed, over and over again for several times, and finally closed with a snap and went into the pocket.

Klein decided not to think about this overly complex paradox for the time being. He had too few clues at hand, and he believed that there would always be a chance to find out the truth with the illusion Melissa.

It is more important to deal with the current affairs.

Looking around, the originally comfortable apartment was now in a mess. Now that the hallucinations had faded, apart from the seized guns and ammunition, this mess was the only thing that could prove that he was indeed an unlucky person who was assassinated for no apparent reason.

Mobilizing his spiritual power, Klein made a wish to himself, then swung his hands in the air and snapped his fingers.

"I wish this apartment would be as clean as it was when I first arrived."

As the spirituality flowed away like the tide, all kinds of debris in the room floated up slowly and gently, then spun to shed their stains and dust, and finally lined up and returned to their original positions in an orderly manner. The leftover garbage and lunch boxes on the floor obediently jumped into the trash can, and soon the apartment was as clean as if it had been licked by a dog inside and out a thousand times.

Feeling the emptiness of having half of his spirituality suddenly disappear, Klein couldn't help but sigh in his heart as he looked at the floor that reflected his face.

Well, it turns out that the snail girl is actually me!

However, after this experiment and the battle just now, Klein had almost figured out that his current strength could actually be exerted at the level of Sequence 4. When using Sequence 4 and below, his performance was far superior to that of ordinary demigods, but it was still not at the level of Sequence 2 angels. However, when using Sequence 3 and Sequence 2 abilities, it would consume a huge amount of spiritual energy, making it very difficult to use.

Perhaps it was because the current world line had been modified, and his relationship with "history" had undergone some strange changes. This made Klein extra cautious about borrowing some power from history, and he decided not to summon some historical projections of living people at least for now.

Even the ability to make wishes has become troublesome. The little wish power I have now seems to have been accumulated since before I woke up in the Sixth Epoch, but unfortunately the current consumption is very considerable. Just this time of cleaning the apartment has consumed a lot of my wish power related to "cleaning".

Fortunately, I was an excellent and helpful young man in the Sixth Epoch, otherwise I would have to start from scratch with the power of wishes!

After checking the apartment again and confirming that there were no signs of a fight, Klein hid his guns and ammunition and went to the kitchen to prepare for today's midnight snack.

He put on gloves and took out the steaming stew from the microwave. The rich meaty aroma spread throughout the room as he moved, crushing all the irritating thoughts.

The aroma made Klein's appetite grow. As expected of me! My cooking skills are as good as ever! This is a real midnight snack! He hummed a little tune, took the cleaned chopsticks from the kitchen, sat down in front of the computer desk seriously, and skillfully used chopsticks to break apart the tender meat, carefully picked up the delicious food and put it into his mouth -

"Open the door! Check the water meter!!"

A loud shout exploded outside the door, and then the intruder began to bang on the door violently.

These days data is centrally aggregated and meters are electronic. How can one go into a house to check the water meter?

Klein was a little unhappy that his midnight snack was interrupted. He picked up the stew again, but at this moment, his angel-level spiritual intuition automatically outlined the appearance of the uninvited guests outside the door in his mind:

Outside the heavy metal door of his apartment, two tall and sturdy men in fully armed police uniforms looked ferocious. Behind them stood a well-proportioned and slender police officer who looked high-ranking. Although he was also fully equipped, his face could not be seen clearly.

I still have to give the police face. I guess the overturned tables and chairs just now disturbed the neighbors. It's a classic reappearance. What's more, this is the sixth era with advanced technology. Looking at the various modern standard weapons hanging on the police outside the door, I'm afraid they are ready to break in. If I don't respond, more than a month's salary will be destroyed along with the folding fan door.

Klein stood up helplessly, adjusted his mood and expression, and went forward to open the door. Now, Klein was a poor programmer who worked overtime until late at night and was exhausted. He had not slept for four hours in a week. He stood at the door with huge dark circles under his eyes, exhausted both physically and mentally. He stared blankly at the two strong police officers in front of him with a blank face. Any enthusiastic citizen who saw this look would not be able to help but shout for help and then call the emergency center.

"...Good evening, Mr. Police Officer, what happened?"

Looking at the two serious policemen, the bewildered programmer leaned against the door frame and even felt a little panic.

A sturdy policeman pushed Klein aside with a stern face, poked his head out and looked around the house carefully, then stepped into Klein's apartment. The other policeman began to interrogate Klein without further ado:

"Your neighbor just called the police, saying there was a loud noise here." The interrogating police officer narrowed his eyes and stared at Klein. "What just happened here?"

"Ah! Just now! I'm so sorry!"

The tired programmer used all his strength to slightly pull up his sagging face skin, revealing a weak bitter smile.

"Look! I haven't had a good sleep in a few days! I just fell asleep while working and got tangled up in the wires, tripping over the tables, chairs and stools... I'm so sorry! After this program is officially launched, I'll go back and apologize to my neighbors... Sorry for making the trip so late at night!"

The police officer in charge of investigating the house turned around and said that nothing unusual was found in the house. Due to the limitations of the recorder and discipline, no matter how many guesses and suspicions they had, they could not really search the apartment.

The two sturdy policemen looked at each other, indicating that they had reached an agreement and both believed that Klein was fine. So they turned around and asked the third person behind them who hadn't said a word: "Mr. Detective..."

The detective who had been hiding in the back finally came into Klein's sight. Only then did Klein clearly see the detective's appearance.

He was wearing sturdy combat boots, a breathable police uniform, a steel plate fastened to the outside of the synthetic fabric, and a tactical vest meticulously equipped with batons, smoke bombs and firearms. The detective was holding a tablet computer in his combat-gloved hands, which displayed a variety of wanted criminal information.

He had been checking the statistics on the computer since he arrived. The cold electronic fluorescence illuminated the detective's indifferent face, making his emerald eyes turn a cool blue, while his long, shiny black hair was meticulously tied up and tucked into his combat helmet.

"Sir... I need to ask you a few more questions..."

The young detective finally raised his head. In the detective's pleasant and calm words, Klein saw a face that he was all too familiar with.

Leonard Mitchell!

The moment he saw Klein's face, Leonard was immediately stunned. His questioning words stopped abruptly, and his careful logic broke down instantly. Then, a large amount of mixed and heavy memories wrapped in thousands of years of time rushed towards him with the force of a landslide!

The lament between the carriage and the gears, the resentment in the graves and wooden boxes, the young poet's many arias in the Fifth Epoch, under the blessing of the night, turned into the falling starlight of an angel, passing through the history that had been corrected and the truth buried, and once again kissed this young and sharp detective under the bright moonlight of the Sixth Epoch.

【Stars】, return!