Mystery: the Outer God is Myself

Chapter 55 I Have Met This Detective

As the captain of the Nighthawks team, Dunn Smith naturally knew where Tingen's underground trading market for extraordinary materials was, but because he still had other things to do, the person who finally took Klein and Lin Ruo to the underground trading market was Leonard.

There were no accidents during the whole process, because Klein had no money, Lin Ruo was inconvenient to come forward, and Leonard had nothing to buy for the time being, the three of them basically just strolled around the underground trading market to let Klein get acquainted After arriving here, I went back to the Blackthorn Security Company.

When the time came, Lin Ruo bid farewell to the two of them and returned to Backlund.

Sitting up from the soft mattress, Lin Ruo walked to the window and took a look at the bright sunshine outside, then came to the desk.

The pen representing truth appeared in his palm, Lin Ruo pondered for a moment, and wrote:

【Shortly after Mr. A arrives in Tingen, the Church of Storms will find out about this matter. They will therefore believe that the real creator does have a big conspiracy in Tingen, and then send a demigod to Tingen. 】

The golden handwriting was suspended in mid-air like a brand mark, Lin Ruo suddenly let out a muffled snort, feeling that almost two-thirds of the energy in his body was consumed at once.

But he didn't care, just quietly watching the golden handwriting disappear in the air.

This is the purpose of his guiding Mr. A to Tingen - he wants to make the old storm dove really believe what he said when he pretended to be an angel, and then send a demigod to enter.

This is necessary, after all, even if Ince is not mentioned, now that Megose is indeed pregnant with the heir of the evil god, Lin Ruo needs to have enough strength to enter the arena to ensure that the evil god who has not yet come Heirs can't make waves.

But because of 008's characteristics, Lin Ruo couldn't directly report the existence of Megose to the church. That would be tantamount to telling Ince and 008 that someone already knew about your chance.

Therefore, Lin Ruo's choice was indirectly guided. The mysterious angel may have known that there would be a catastrophe in Tingen because of the prophecy. Mr. A knew the words of the angel and went to Tingen to confirm the situation. Mr. A's traces, it is also not abrupt to believe that Tingen has a big conspiracy to arrange for the demigod to enter the venue.

Of course, Lin Ruo knew that his arrangement might not prevent 008 from finding something wrong.

But to put it this way, on the one hand, he knew that 008 and Ince had different positions, and 008 was quite willing to kill Ince, so even if the other party found something wrong with these indirect and reasonable things, he might not remind Ince.

On the other hand, even if 008 reminded Ince, as long as there is a demigod-level existence of the old storm pigeon entering the arena, plus he knows a lot and can guide fate for ninety seconds. The heir of the evil god that Megose conceived was strangled in the cradle to prevent the disaster, but because Si Nagoubi might escape with 008 in advance.

To be honest, what Lin Ruo is most afraid of now is that Ince finds that something is wrong and runs away with 008 halfway. Then he really has nothing to do—[Truth] It is impossible to make the impossible possible. Lin Ruo had a hard time trying to run away.

And the fact that the other party has escaped does not mean that the crisis is over. After all, the demigod Storm cannot stay here forever, and Lin Ruo cannot always pay attention to Tingen. The team estimated that they would be wiped out again.

So Ince has to be dealt with in this one incident, he won't leave a ticking time bomb for Tingen!

Thinking of this, Lin Ruo's eyes were filled with emotions, but suddenly he covered his face, and then knocked his head on the desk.

So why does 008 belong to the fate system!

If it wasn't for the fate system, why would he need to be so passive, and arrange Ince every minute!

It's challenging though...

...

"I vaguely remember that when I left this morning, you told me that you would write the letter and let me post it for you when I came back..." Xio, who was only 1.5 meters tall but stood out with an imposing manner of 5 meters and 1 meter, put his hands together With her hips on her hips, looking down at Forsi, who was lying on the sofa like a salted fish, she questioned her soul.

"So, what about letters?"

"Cough..." Forsi suddenly looked away with some guilt, then thought of something, turned her gaze back, and muttered impatiently: "I haven't figured out how to write it yet, after all. This matter is so important, I have to think carefully about it.”

"Hehe!" Hugh Dill took a look at her, and the expression on his face clearly read the words "you can believe it or not".

But then she said helplessly: "Forsi, I know you like to procrastinate, but this is a matter related to your life, you should be more serious!" While speaking, she held Forsi's arm , trying to "rescue" this hopeless salted fish from the claws of the sofa.

In fact, Forsi, who was still guilty, obediently sat up with her strength, and said in a rebuttal manner: "And I don't know anything about that Rose Eyre. Writing a letter to a stranger, I Just be more careful!"

These words are not all excuses. In fact, the reason why Fors Wall, who originally planned to finish writing the letter this morning, has not moved a single word until now is not only because of the writer's exclusive disease procrastination, but also because have concerns about this.

Hearing what she said, Xio suddenly turned around and grabbed the bag that had just been thrown away on the table, then took out a few pages of paper from it, handed it to Fors, and said, "No, Ross Eyre's information."

Forsi was overjoyed when she received the information, hugged Xio directly, and said, "That's great, Xio! You're really capable!"

Xio didn't speak, but the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously.

Later, when Forsi was looking at this document, she thought of something again, and said hesitantly: "Speaking of which, I always feel that this guy looks familiar, as if I've seen it somewhere before..."

"Familiar?" Fors glanced at her, and said, "Maybe you guys have met before, after all, he is a detective and you are a bounty hunter, maybe you will meet him every time he comes to the East District." pass!"

"That's true." Xio nodded, but his brows were not completely relieved.

Although what Fors said made sense, she always felt that it wasn't like this...

But Xio couldn't remember where he saw it.

...

That night--

After a busy day, Klein was sitting at the desk, reading the newspaper, when suddenly layer after layer of illusory prayers echoed in his ears.

This is... Lin Ruo is praying to me? Klein thought for a moment. He put down the newspaper, and in order to prevent his brother and sister from discovering, he locked the door first, and then walked four steps backwards into the gray mist. superior.

Then he saw the edge of the ancient mottled bronze long table, and the side of the Fool's seat, there was a bright brilliance swaying in circles.

Although he didn't have much experience, Klein, who was still calm, then tentatively spread out his spirituality, touching the intoxication of that piece of light.

The scene in front of him suddenly changed, showing a blurry desk, and the black-haired young man in front of the desk was praying with his eyes closed.

It's really Lin Ruo, but how should I pull him up... Mr. Fool, who is not very skilled in business, thought for a while, and then stretched out his hand thoughtfully towards the continuously swaying circle of light.

Immediately afterwards, he instinctively spread his spirituality and established a stable and mysterious connection with the people in the picture.

...

Lin Ruoruo, who was originally praying to the Fool, opened her eyes with a feeling, and then saw the top of the long bronze table, that mysterious and abnormal figure that seemed to be looking down on everything wrapped in thick gray mist.

With the corner of his mouth raised unconsciously, he looked at the other party and said with a smile:

"Good evening, Mister Fool!"