The feedback from deceiving a god
Quelaag Club, in a small closed Shooting Range.
"Bang, bang!"
The gunfire rang out rapidly, and the two corresponding targets shattered.
Klein exhaled forcefully, sat on a stool and rested for a few minutes, packed up his things, and prepared to leave Club.
He took Hired Carriage back to Cherwood Borough, stopped at the intersection near Minsk Street, found a Restaurant for dinner, and planned to take a walk home to digest food.
While walking, Klein heard several rather fierce arguments.
He frowned slightly and was about to take a detour when he suddenly heard a vague sound carried by the night wind, and his ears suddenly pricked up.
"----"Young Roselle"----He is a liar--
"What a liar--he's obviously a bastard!"
Klein pieced together the broken words calmly, vaguely realizing that the matter might be related to the man in formal attire he met that night.
Is this guy Disconnection again? He is indeed a bastard, and he is not afraid of death----It's a pity that I can't see that High Sequence strong man in person
Check his Gas Meter----
He was gloating and thinking in his mind, and suddenly he was startled again.
He seemed to have heard his own pseudonym!
Klein felt something in his heart, and immediately changed his direction, pretending to be a passerby passing by the house that seemed to be a bookstore, intending to eavesdrop on the other party's conversation.
As he passed by, he heard a young man say angrily, "I want to read Volume Two's "Young Roselle"! Don't read "Great Detective Sherlock"! I don't like reading Mystery novels. "Raven, this bastard, actually published fake news to deceive us!"
Great Detective Sherlock?!
Isn't this guy going to commit suicide and continue writing "Young Roselle"?! Klein suddenly stopped when he thought of the news of the past few days.
He took a deep breath, turned around and walked into the bookstore expressionlessly.
Without asking, he directly saw a row of books on the bookshelf opposite the door. They were exquisitely bound and had gilded words printed on the covers.
"Great Detective Sherlock"!
TMD----Klein couldn't help but tremble, turned around and left.
Suddenly, he stopped, turned to look at his boss, and asked in a hoarse voice, "How much does this book "Great Detective Sherlock" cost?"
The boss vaguely sensed that the guest was emotionally unstable and whispered, "5,5 soli."
Klein nodded lightly, counted out five 1 soli banknotes from his wallet and placed them on the counter. He strode over, picked up one and left.
What's the wrong name? It must be called Sherlock----It's better not to let me see you slandering this name in the book----He cursed as he walked, his pace getting faster and faster.
After returning home, Klein first went to Washroom to solve the bulging problem of Bladder, then made a cup of Black Tea, picked up the book he just bought and walked towards Sofa.
He leaned comfortably on Sofa's back and opened the first page anxiously:
At the beginning, there was a strange murder scene. The door was locked and the windows were locked, but the victim died inexplicably in Study.
Several Polices studied it for a long time, but could never come up with any ideas.
At this time, the veteran Chief Inspector, who has fifteen years of work experience and rich qualifications, shouted in a low voice, "Why don't you invite Detective Sherlock?!"
When Klein saw this, the corners of his mouth could not help but slightly upwards.
Of course, he himself did not notice this, but was immersed in the anticipation of the protagonist's appearance, and subconsciously opened the next page.
Time passed minute by minute.
Crimson Moon gradually climbed up into the air, and its shape became more plump and plump.
At this moment, the book in the hands of Sofa's owner has reached the last chapter:
In the previous story, the protagonist "Sherlock" launched a wonderful Mystery and was about to take Police to capture the final murderer.
Wait!
Disconnection Dogs don't want Disconnection again?!
Klein, who had already been deceived once, immediately became alert. He quickly took out a coin from his pocket and muttered in a low voice, "The plot of this book is complete."
Zheng!
The 1-penny coin rolled upwards and flew up, hovering in the air several times before falling into Klein's open palm, head upward.
This means yes!
He finally became a human being----Klein breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at the clock and found that it was just 10 o'clock, put away the coins and continued to look back.
Five minutes later.
Klein closed the book expressionlessly and walked into Washroom with it.
He walked four steps backward and entered Above the Gray Fog, preparing to use the magical power here to divine this damn bastard through Mysticism!
This time there is no Disconnection, the protagonist is rewritten, right? You can do it——
Wait! Write the main character to death?
Klein frowned and started without hesitation Dream Divination: "The author of "Great Detective Sherlock"."
While Silent Recitation, he entered a deep sleep with the help of Meditation.
A few seconds later, Klein suddenly woke up.
The divination failed----Mysticism The connection is too weak----I will try another method later----He shook his head with disappointment.
At this time, illusory sounds of prayer sounded.
"Forget it, let's bring in Miss "Magician" first." Klein sighed and gave up the idea of divination for the time being.
Hillston District, 64 Iris Street.
On Terrace, Lorry lay comfortably on Easy Chair, bathing in the cool night breeze while carefully feeling the subtle changes in their bodies.
Since early morning, "Swindler" and "Potion" have been digested one after another.
Sometimes a little faster, sometimes a little slower, but overall, today's digestion progress is quite satisfactory to Lorry.
"The feedback in the afternoon lasted almost half a day longer than in the morning. I originally thought it was Klein, but I didn't expect it to be Bernadette.
"The feedback just now came from Klein, "Fool"!
"The feedback he gave me alone is more than the sum of Bernadette and other people. Having a personality is different, tsk tsk.
"My Swindler"Potion is nearly half digested----"
Lorry slowly closed his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth in a slight arc.
Why did he choose "Backlund Morning Post"?
On the one hand, this is one of the best-selling newspapers in the Kingdom and is known for its timeliness. Many people are accustomed to reading it during breakfast time.
Among them, some of his readers must be included.
On the other hand, it is because the information about the gathering called by "Eye of Wisdom" Old Gentleman was published in "Backlund Morning Post"
Up!
Klein has the habit of long-term subscription to avoid missing the party.
The two advertisements I published one after another are both in very obvious places. As long as you are not blind, you will definitely notice them.
The purpose is to catch the big fish Klein, no, a giant shark!
"Have the courage to challenge higher difficulty----if Klein is not empty, the fraud" is an insignificant matter, maybe my Swindler"Potion has been digested in one second?"
Lorry Let your thoughts spread freely without any boundaries.
Suddenly, he heard the rapid Doorbell sound downstairs, his eyes suddenly opened, his thoughts suddenly returned to reality, and there was a look of surprise in his eyes.