Calamity Crown

Chapter 99

2022-02-17

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“Master Eight Feet”!

Bloody Mary!

“Half Necromancer”!

“Ripped Girl”!

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The notes on the desk, the photos and annotations on the whiteboard are all based on these ‘folk customs’.

Moreover, each record is very detailed.

As if it really happened.

If the prefix ‘I heard from a friend’ and another ‘My friend’s friend heard’ prefix before each record, it would really be like the real thing.

“Such a ‘folklore institute’?”

Goethe whispered to himself.

But not the slightest rejection.

Because, in his opinion, these folklore may be true.

Some truths are always revealed in absurd and uninhibited ways, or in other words, hidden truths in absurd and uninhibited ways.

For example, seven incredible events on a campus: six of them, just to hide the one with the truth.

even more how, Goethe has been exposed to transcendent itself.

He doesn’t believe anything.

“One week!”

“One week, get used to who you are!”

“Then…”

“Done At the same time as the main quest, try your best to find [Bloody Honor]!”

Goethe used to make a preliminary plan for himself.

How to find 【Bloody Honor】?

Inspired by the previous ‘Secret Realm’, Goethe already knew where to start.

‘Modeus’!

According to the tips just now, it is clear that ‘Mad King’ Your Majesty should also visit this ‘Secret Realm’.

There is a high probability that there will be descendants left, maybe not like the ‘Anchor World’ and the last ‘Secret Realm’, the other’s descendants are all slaughtered.

But there should be, maybe one or two mishaps.

He only needs to focus on those one or two.

“By the way, I still need a pendulum!”

“Maybe I can try a crystal pendant?”

Goethe thought to himself, Began to read carefully the information collected by ‘he’.

Gradually, the sun was on the Western Border, and the sky darkened.

The dry heat in the air is dissipated, and there is an extra coolness.

Goethe raised his hand and flicked the switch on the wall.

The bright light immediately illuminated the whole room. On the tree outside the window, six or seven crows appeared in silhouette under the light of the light.

However, they didn’t have the slightest fear or the idea of flying away, just standing on the branch, watching the surroundings like a sentinel-after having [Unknown Voice], Goethe naturally wanted to do everything he could. use.

Immediately upon entering the ‘Secret Realm’, Goethe let the [Raven Spirit] gather [Crows] up to the limit.

It took a few hours to see results.

The nearby crows have all been gathered.

And crows are social birds.

Goethe believes that he will soon have nearly a hundred Sentinels.

With a little movement, Goethe was ready to read on.

I have to say that the ‘folklore’ collected by ‘he’ is quite good-looking, even if it is read as a novel, it is completely okay.

Especially in bright lights.

‘Anchor world’, the previous ‘Secret Realm’ is still dominated by kerosene lamps, gas lamps and candles.

Not only is it less safe, it’s also not as bright as an electric light.

“Thanks for the advancement of technology!”

Goethe looked towards the note in his hand after his heartfelt praise.

“The content is detailed and the rhythm is also good. If you are short of money, you can try a new discussion series.”

Although not just in name only, but also in reality, a great writer .

But at reading level, ‘Marple’ is still there.

Putting down the note in his hand, Goethe picked up the next one, but before Goethe opened it, his eyes looked towards the door.

Someone is coming!

Through the vision of Raven Spirit, Goethe immediately saw two men and women in uniform.

The police?

‘I’ve committed a crime?

Not in memory!

Goethe was pretty sure that ‘he’ wasn’t in a position to get the police to come.

As for him?

He just arrived, how could he possibly provoke the police!

Boom, dong dong!

Just as Goethe was thinking, there was a knock on the door.

“Hello, we are the police, this is our certificate, there are some things we want to ask you – please rest assured, it’s just a routine inquiry, not an interrogation.”

The male policeman said softly after Goethe opened the door.

And the female cop was looking at Goethe.

The other party was in his twenties, with neat short hair, but his eyes were very sharp, and he was standing there as straight as a javelin, with a touch of Goethe’s familiar smell of ‘blood and fire’.

‘Soldiers? ‘

Goethe guessed.

The eyes are scanning the documents of the two.

The male policeman’s name is: Seusta

The female policeman’s name is: An.

Then, very cooperatively nodded.

“Okay.”

With that, Goethe turned sideways and invited the two into the room.

“Are these the subjects of the ‘Folklore Institute’?”

“It’s quite unique!”

The policeman saw the photo on the whiteboard, I couldn’t help but feel curious.

This male policeman has a round face, clean face, a baby face, and an ordinary figure. If it weren’t for the police uniform on his body, it would be difficult for people to think that the other party was a policeman.

“Do you need water?”

Goethe asked instead, instead of answering.

In this one-room research institute, the only drink is water.

“Thank you.”

Seusta immediately thanked him.

“No need!”

Ann refused coldly, and the female police officer asked directly.

“Do you know Lola?”

“Lola?”

Goethe frowned.

“Lola, Funk, she’s also a 12th grader at Greene High School.”

The female police officer describes in more detail.

With the description of the other party, a beautiful, youthful girl appeared in Goethe’s mind. the kind that has been.

“Know, but not very familiar.”

Goethe faithfully replied.

“Really?”

The female police officer stared at Goethe, and Goethe responded calmly.

After the two sides looked at each other for three seconds, Shusta couldn’t help but lightly coughed.

“Sorry, Ann didn’t mean to.”

“She was in a different place before.”

“Lora Funk just jumped off a building and committed suicide, And there are text messages from you on her phone—it was around two o’clock in the afternoon, can you still remember what you sent?”

Seusta asked after making the atmosphere less tense. .

“That ‘doom text message’ was sent by Lola Funk?”

Goethe was very surprised.

It’s not surprising, why did Lola Funk send him such a ‘bad luck text message’.

I was surprised why Lola Funk had his cell phone number.

Is the total impossible randomly picked in the Student Contact Handbook?

“Yes, you don’t know?”

“It’s very popular among little girls these days.”

Seusta continued to ask.

“I know it’s popular, but I don’t know it was made by Lola Funk.”

Goethe still answered truthfully.

And the female police officer patrolled the room, walking like a tiger.

For the next ten minutes, Goethe and Seusta had questions and answers.

Seusta was very polite.

Obviously, the other party had concluded that Goethe was innocently implicated.

Until—

“Seusta?”

“Get back with Ann!”

“There’s someone at Green High School again. Jumping off the building!”

A hurried voice sounded from Seusta’s walkie-talkie.

“Mr. Winchester, I’m very happy for your cooperation, and we will contact you if necessary!”

Seusta and Goethe said their goodbyes.

The female police officer was already rushing out of the room.

Goethe pondered, followed along.

Not curiosity.

Just because of the main quest [become a recognized folk scholar within three months].

As a qualified ‘folk scholar’, in the face of such a case like ‘doom text messages’, how can I stay out of it – even if I seriously speak of which, ‘doom text messages’ should be classified as urban legend.

But ‘folk scholar’ to investigate urban legends, isn’t it too much?

Sitting in a taxi, Goethe once again thanked the advancement of technology.

It’s not that carriage is bad.

But taxis are faster and more stable, and have air conditioning.

“9 yuan.”

Looking at the number on the meter, Goethe took out a 10 yuan note, took the change that the driver recovered, and pushed the door directly get off.

Glancing at the 123 yuan of property left, Goethe’s eyes were drawn to the crowd.

The cordon, the police and the crowd.

Goethe figured out his destination without asking.

Rather than crowding into the crowd, Goethe chose a higher position.

Immediately, he saw a corpse covered with a white cloth.

Scarlet smeared on the white cloth.

Several patrolmen are setting up tents around the body.

The two police officers, Seusta and Ann, who had just met, began to question witnesses and investigate the roof together with the remaining police officers.

“You were the first to find the body?”

“Yes, no, we found it together.”

“School starts at four in the afternoon. School is over, why are you still not going home so late?”

“We wanted to send Lola a bouquet of flowers, but who knew, who knew that Lola’s friend Liz had an accident too!”

“It’s ‘Doom SMS’!”

“That’s right, it’s ‘Doom SMS’!”

“I didn’t forward it, I deleted it, what? Do it?”

“It’s okay! It’s okay!”

“I forwarded it!”

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Facing A group of students, Seusta, Ann and the others’ inquiries did not go well.

Students who lose one’s head out of fear, try their best to cooperate.