The Lord Of The Mysteries
Chapter 247's
The figure in the mirror was clear, but it was as if the woman in the black regal dress had never appeared.
Klein secretly activated his Spirit Vision, but found nothing.
Did I just hire a female ghost as my bodyguard? She was even stranger than female ghosts. At least, one could see a ghost with Spirit Vision. Klein seriously touched the Azik copper whistle in his pocket, feeling nothing but its coldness. As before, there were no additional changes.
He was not affected by the copper whistle.It seems like he is not an undead creature. Back then, the copper whistle was buried with me, but the corpses around me did not act abnormally? When the business with this ambassador is over, and if I'm still alive, I'll go to the cemetery and try to figure out the scope of the effect and the limits. I can't always carry a time bomb like this. Klein washed his face and walked out of the bathroom.
As he picked up the newspaper in the living room and was about to read it in the living room or bedroom, he heard the doorbell ring.
Klein's mind stiffened when he heard the clinking sound. He put on his coat, with all sorts of materials inside, and walked towards the door carefully.
He clearly knew that danger was approaching in the next few days!
After standing behind the door and waiting for a moment, the scene outside naturally appeared in Klein's mind.
A red moon was faintly visible in the sky. Elegant gas lights on both sides of the road illuminate the wet road. A boy wearing an old coat was standing there. Her bright red eyes were deep and floating.
Ian Wright's? Why did he show up? Isn't this what I saw in my dream prophecy? Is this the beginning of danger? Klein opened the door and took two steps back carefully.
"Detective Moriarty," Ian took off his brown hat, bowed, and said in a low voice, "I came to apologize. I'm sorry I got you into such a dangerous matter."
Klein furrowed his brows and asked, "What you should be doing is going to the police station."
Ian looked around and lowered his head.
"i just got out of MI9."
Uh? Is that the name of the special military department? Klein stepped to the side, pointed to the living room and said, "Maybe we can have a chat."
At least I should know what put me in this situation.
Ian did not stand at the ceremony as he followed Klein into the living room and sat in the same place as he did last time.
He was just about to open his mouth when Klein suddenly added, "If what you're planning is going to put me in greater danger, then there's no need to tell me about it."
"No, it's all over soon." Ian had a calmness that surpassed his age.
Klein felt relieved and asked out of curiosity, "So, what really happened?"
Before she could finish her sentence, she saw a figure emerge from the oriel windowpanes across the room: a black regal dress, long hair tied in a bun, blue eyes, delicate features, and a pale face. It was the woman who had previously greeted Klein in the mirror.
This woman seemed to find an illusionary high back seat and sat down. The palm of his left hand supported his right elbow while his right hand supported his face, pretending to listen attentively while appearing expressionless.
For a moment, Klein was left confused.
Ian, who had been silent for a few seconds, said softly, "In fact, Detective Zreal is a spy for the Feysac Empire. He adopted some homeless kids and taught them how to gather intelligence.I'm one of them."
So that's how I got involved in a big spy conspiracy. Klein suddenly felt enlightened.
Ian looked at the coffee table and continued, "We have the advantage of age, and are often overlooked by others, allowing us to gather a lot of useful information. Two weeks ago, I found a lead on the Helmosuin manuscript."
"Helmosuin?" Klein found the name familiar.
Ian looked at him and explained, "Turani von Helmosuin, the greatest scientist after Emperor Roselle, a mathematician, a mechanic, and the father of the second-generation distinguishing machine."
So that's it! Klein suddenly recalled the relevant information.
He is not only a great scientist, but also a mad scientist. He believed that innate defects in human existence could only be repaired through machines. He likes to eat sugar as if it is his own energy source. He mysteriously disappeared while researching the third generation difference machine, and was an important figure that every country was trying to find.
"The "script? Does the manuscript involve a third-generation distinguishing machine?" Klein asked carefully.
A difference machine is a mechanical device for computing. It can effectively improve the efficiency of scientific research and various projects. In Klein's opinion, it was an alternative computer in the Steam Era. Of course, it could only do the current calculations.
Ian shook his head.
"i'm not sure I didn't really see it. Maybe, there are some related ideas."
He paused for a moment, then proceeded to tell her what had happened.
“When I reported this to Detective Zreal, he was very happy and told me to follow up on the clue while he immediately reported it to his superior.
"It took me some time to determine where the script was, but I was afraid of danger, so I didn't steal it directly. I decided to go back to Detective Zreal, and after that, I decided to go back to Detective Zreal, like I said. Detective House Zreal was infiltrated while many small traps were not restored, and he did not respond to my contact request. Zmanger's gang tried to catch me …
“With your help, I confirm Detective Zreal's death. I took a denture from his corpse. Oh, it happened after we split up.
"Zreal's detective told me that, written on the inside of the dentures, there was a method to immediately contact his superiors. It was a method that even he did not know and was something that he would only remove in case of an accident. "
Klein slightly nodded and said, "So, you sent a telegram?"
"No, a friend of mine happened to see you on Bacardi Street." Klein casually made an excuse.
"So that's it." Ian nodded in depression. "I contacted Detective Zreal's superior in Backlund via telegram and set the time, place, and manner of the meeting, but soon, I was found by Zmanger's gang. No, to be exact, it was the intelligence officer from the Republic of Intis that the people from MI9 told me.
"Fortunately, MI9 arrived on time, and both sides engaged in a chaotic battle.
“However, when I met with Detective Zreal's superior this afternoon, I was once again ambushed by Intis intelligence officers. Unfortunately, I was captured by them, and I was very afraid of dying, so I told them everything I knew. , they did not keep their promises and still wanted to kill me. At that time, MI9 finally found me."
Only at such times when you look like a fifteen or sixteen year old teenager, he suddenly thought of the matter from what Ian had just said.
Back when he discovered that something important was left on Zreal's corpse and that Ian had managed to retrieve it, he had removed the problem, thinking that the Beyonder was lacking in skill, and that it was not, and that Beyonder has missed something because of mediumship.
However, after confirming that the ambassador had the Mid-Sequence Beyonder of the Seer path, the situation became very strange. With such a strong medium, it was impossible for the dentures to be not found.
Leaving the body in a secluded and hard to find place did not seem like a trap.
Combined with Ian's description, the answer was obvious.
Klein nodded and said, "Have you thought of the possibility that Zreal's superior had a traitor around him, a traitor who had defected to the Intis intelligence service?
"That's also why Zreal was exposed and killed when he got a clue from the script, and also why you were ambushed."
It was because the Intis ambassador had information about Zreal's superiors which was why he didn't pay much attention to the urgent communication method written on the inside of the teeth!
Zreal's report to his superiors instantly caused his death!
Ian became dazed when he heard that. It took a while before he clenched his fists furiously, trying hard to calm himself down as he said, "I didn't think of that. You really are a great detective …"
He quietly sighed and changed the subject.
"i have leaked the existence of the manuscript to MI9 and others. They also mention your difficulties in passing. Heh, they didn't suspect me of lying, nor did they send anyone to watch over me. They all went to compete for the script. However, with such pressure, no one could lie."
Therefore, Ian stood up and bowed deeply.
"Please allow me to apologize again.
"Sorry to have involved you in this. Actually, you don't have to hide anything for me."
After understanding the entire situation, Klein smiled and said, "No, the main problem in this matter is because I made a mistake that made me end up in my current situation."
As he listened, he used Ian's description of the entire situation and his reflection from the past few days and confirmed that he had made two mistakes.
When I found out that Ian's problem went deeper than it seemed, I still accepted the request. That's not a problem because I just feel it involves gangs, and at most there will be one or two Beyonders who don't dare expose themselves. But the prophecy lacked enough information and ended in failure.This is within the limits of what I can solve on my own, and usually speaking, there will be no problem. I can even take the opportunity to get in touch with Backlund's Beyonders.
After finding Zreal's corpse and making sure that the matter deepened, I should have considered the sensitivity of my identity and firmly removed myself from the case. I should have let Ian handle the next issue on his own. This will not be problematic and will be a rather cautious choice.
One of the mistakes I made was I didn't flinch or reveal anything about Ian when Meursault came to me. I just thought that he was from a gang, he said, and there's some Beyonder behind that gang. Who would have thought that it would involve a figure like the Intis ambassador; moreover, I never expected Meursault to be so rash. After failing in his mission, he did not threaten, intimidate me or continue with other options. Instead, he came directly to kill me so that mediumship could be done. He didn't even give me a chance to regret my decision. As a result, my situation deteriorated.
So, this is not a mistake that is too subjective or too serious.
The one mistake that really put me in such a passive situation was the little mistake I made from the beginning.I had rented a house and accepted the mission as Sherlock Moriarty without disguising myself!
This resulted in me being unable to escape after my identity as the Beyonder was revealed to the ambassador. Even when I acted horrified and panicked, making MI9 and the police department believe that my flight would only be normal, I did not dare to escape. I was afraid that when the ambassador failed to find the target of revenge, he would tell the officials about me. And according to my experience as a Nighthawk, most of the official enforcers like Nighthawks, Machinery Hivemind, and Mandated Punishers hold hostility towards the out-of-control Beyonders. They will definitely not ignore me just because I am a Low Order Extreme and will start an investigation.
In time, my appearance will be clear evidence.I will then be chased by the High Sequence Extreme of the Church of the Goddess as I was resurrected despite having been involved with the Class 0 Closed Artifact.
There was no chance of such things being suddenly forgotten or considered nothing by others.I had to plan for the worst case scenario beforehand, and if I only reacted when the ambassador took action, I would have to plan for the worst case scenario beforehand, it's gonna be too late. Whether it's murder, looking for bodyguards, or buying things, everything will take time.
Only if the ambassador and his assistant die or attention is diverted to the investigation of his death can I resolve this latent danger. His assistant had no official status, so he could not interact with officials. For Sequence 9 or Sequence 8 alone, someone whose whereabouts are unknown, there is no reason to attempt to report me.
Of course, his death was the best outcome, then there would be no latent danger.
Rather than seeking Mr. Azik for help or attention from me for another 0-08, and being chased by High-Acted Extremes, killing ambassadors was a relatively simpler option, I can only bear one of two results…
Huh, it all started from a small error in the beginning.I just imagine that in a metropolitan city with over 5 million people and only a few people know me while I deliberately avoid the Nighthawks, I just imagine that, I don't need to go undercover every day, because it'll be easier for others to see something wrong. However, for such a small mistake, I would have to pay over 10,000 pounds of gold as an unsecured price to settle it …
I was really like a Clown, with one mistake triggering a chain reaction, only to produce a desperate attempt to balance myself to please the audience…
It's all because of my lack of experience. It was the first time in my two lives that I had ever been a fugitive.
Once this matter is fully resolved, exposing my identity as a Beyonder is no longer dangerous. They would only think that I obtained the potion when I found the bodyguard and not doubt my origin. Of course, I had to get used to wearing glasses and mustaches in the future so that the people around me would gradually get used to my new image. In the future when they ask me about me, they will just think of this new picture.
After thinking about the entire matter, Klein's laughter became clearer, making Ian feel strange.
"It's time for me to leave. I'll have to disappear for a while; otherwise, I might be thrown in jail." Ian put on his hat, said goodbye, and left.
Klein did not stop him, seeing him disappear into the red moonlight, while the woman by the oriel window disappeared without him noticing.
