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“What is a ‘folklorist’?”
"Today Yali takes everyone to explore the life of 'folklorist' Goethe Winchester!"
In the police station cafeteria, a talk show is playing on the TV.
Old Jerry, who ordered sausage slices, mashed potatoes and corn flakes, watched the show with great interest.
This is the fifth time he has watched a similar program in the past two days.
However, I am still not tired.
Because, in every performance, Goethe Winchester will show "power beyond mortal cognition".
For example, he can confirm who is speaking.
For example, he can tell across a room how many people are there.
besides……
It’s divination!
Old Jerry loved this session the most.
Because, precisely because of this ability, everyone in the police station has avoided many unnecessary casualties.
"I want sausage, mashed potatoes, no nachos, and a spoonful of lettuce."
Shosta sat opposite Old Jerry with a dinner plate in hand.
"How about it?"
"nailed it?"
Old Jerry looked at the younger generation with a smile.
"Well, the natural gas company has re-laid pipelines and ensured that explosions like natural gas leaks will not happen again. However, Jialifa can only work in the bureau for the time being."
Shosta took a spoonful of mashed potatoes and talked while eating.
Then, this enthusiastic male police officer saw a special interview about Goethe on TV.
"Goethe really became famous this time."
"I heard from An that his appointment has been scheduled for two months later."
"The director wants to make Goethe a special adviser, I'm afraid..."
Siusta didn't finish his words, but that look already said everything.
"Our director?"
"How long will it take for that guy to be caught?"
"I've been looking forward to it."
Old Jerry whispered.
Such words immediately made Siusta agree.
"This bastard, I had already caught the tail of the Pentel Manor case, and he actually asked me to give up!"
"Damn guy!"
Shosta cursed under his breath.
Old Jerry frowned.
"You didn't refuse, did you?"
The oldest logistics manager in the police station asked immediately.
"I'm not stupid, of course I won't refuse!"
"We must continue to investigate, but also in private and secretly!"
Shosta smiled playfully.
Why does everyone like old Jerry?
Of course it's because Jerry Sr. treats them as family.
It's like an elderly parent. Although he nags occasionally, he really cares for you sincerely.
"That's good! That's good!"
"If you need any equipment, just tell me!"
"I'll help you get it!"
Old Jerry let out a sigh of relief.
He was really afraid that Siusta would get into trouble if he acted impulsively.
If his life is threatened again, that will be something Old Jerry is absolutely unwilling to see.
After all, he has seen too much over the years.
"An has taken so much equipment from you before, won't you be in trouble?"
Shosta asked.
"trouble?"
"Only in this way will those bastards treat me as one of their own."
"Compared to them?"
"This is really a drop in the bucket for me."
Old Jerry laughed.
But immediately, he frowned slightly.
"Is there anything wrong with Ann?"
"She got a lot of bad guys from me."
Worry appeared on the old man's face again.
"Don't worry, there is Goethe by your side."
"With him here, there will be no problem!"
Schista pointed at Goethe who was doing an exclusive interview on TV, full of confidence.
…
Outside the police station, restaurant.
Garifa brought avocado salad and whole wheat bread and sat across from An.
Because I can't get used to the police station's food - even though Old Jerry tries his best to make sure everyone eats well, for the health-seeking Garifa, the police station's food is too greasy and too high in protein and carbohydrates.
So, she chose the restaurant.
As for An?
She was forced to come here.
As a 'reward' for Ann to temporarily live in her house.
"Stop looking!"
"This guy is a scumbag!"
"And you're a fool!"
"Nothing happened, so you just let him live in the house?"
"Is it really just 'I said a word and a woman spent 800,000 on me'?"
Garifa watched his friend staring at Goethe on the TV and couldn't help but complain.
"Goethe is useful."
"And, he also paid."
An emphasized.
"Then did you accept it?"
Garifa asked rhetorically.
"No."
"He needs this money more than I do now."
An shook her head.
Looking at his friend's appearance, Garifa immediately covered his face.
"You're hopeless!"
The female forensic doctor muttered.
Then, he looked at Goethe on the TV with great dissatisfaction.
"What do you want from him?"
"Looking handsome? That means he is better than ordinary people!"
"Excellent in deception? Come on, you are a policeman!"
The female forensic doctor vigorously poked the salad on the plate, venting her inner dissatisfaction.
"He...can dance very well."
An lowered his head slightly. When he thought of Goethe's dance two nights ago, his face turned red and the coldness in his voice began to dissipate.
"Dance?"
"What kind of advantage is that?"
The female forensic doctor rolled her eyes.
An, on the other hand, chuckled and looked at Goethe on the TV again.
The white shirt really goes well with Goethe.
Especially when dancing.
…
Ah sneeze!
Goethe, who was making cumin seasoning, couldn't help but feel an itch on the tip of his nose. He immediately covered the seasoning jar, turned his head and sneezed.
After confirming that the condiments were not contaminated, Goethe took the cumin, chili powder, salt and olive oil to the outdoor barbecue grill.
A clean, gutted lamb was already placed on the barbecue.
Pieces of charcoal are neatly placed in the brazier.
Goethe raised his hand, a fire flashed in his palm, and a ball of flame shot into the basin.
call!
The flames flickered and the charcoal burned quickly.
Goethe began to baste the mutton.
In fact, roasting such a tender lamb is not the best choice.
Stewing is the way to go!
Use a huge oven, hang the whole lamb into it, and use the residual heat of the flame to cook it.
The meat is delicious and juicy.
It's a pity, let alone such a big oven.
The barbecue grill and brazier in hand are all homemade by Goethe.
Although there is no optimal choice, this did not delay Goethe's joy at all.
Eating is a pleasure!
Making food is also fun!
When you combine eating and making food, it's double the fun!
Goethe enjoyed this pleasure.
Even if an uninvited guest came to his door, Goethe ignored him.
This uninvited guest has deep nasolabial folds on his face, a black suit, and clean leather shoes. He looks as shrewd as a businessman, but with a little bit of the sophistication of an official.
"Is His Excellency Winchester's adopted son so rude?"
The other party said coldly.
As if he couldn't hear it, Goethe tore off a piece of crispy roasted lamb, dipped it in salt and put it in his mouth.
Just the initial taste of meat and salt.
But very delicious.
Then Goethe tore off another piece of mutton.
This time cumin and chili peppers were sprinkled on it.
Different from the delicious directness in the beginning, this is a kind of wonderful "match made in heaven".
Suddenly, Goethe's appetite was whetted.
He picked up the whole lamb and began to feast on it.
The uninvited guest frowned when he saw this scene.
"Arrogant!"
"Do you think you are invincible after killing Bobbitt?"
"Not even your adoptive father Winchester is so arrogant!"
The uninvited guest snorted coldly.
Later, more people showed up.
At least a hundred people!
These people came from the street far away.
Each one is fully armed.
Their expressions were fierce, their eyes were filled with murderous intent, and their guns were all aimed at Goethe.
And Goethe?
Still eating roasted lamb.
"Do you really think that with a little power, you can do whatever you want?"
"Goethe Winchester, your adoptive father didn't tell you that times have changed?"
The other party sneered again.
Moreover, this time, there was deep contempt on the other party's face.
"Hand over the things and I can guarantee your safety."
"Otherwise, you will be judged by the law."
Amidst the threatening words, hundreds of elite men began to surround Goethe.
"law?"
"What a perfect fig leaf."
"Congressman Bolton, every time you use the name of law, it is the moment that impresses me the most!"
A voice sounded, and a figure appeared on the roof behind Goethe.
This was a short young man, with his hands in his trouser pockets, standing on the roof, looking at Goethe with a smile.
Not just this one.
On the roofs to the left and right of Goethe, two other people appeared together.
On the left is a thin, middle-aged man with a snake that keeps spitting out letters wrapped around his arm.
On the right is a person whose whole body is wrapped in a cloak, whose face and gender cannot be seen clearly.
In the large encirclement of a hundred heavily armed troops, a small encirclement appeared around Goethe.
"Jeffrey?"
"Are you going to break the rules you've set?"
The congressman known as Bolton looked at the three people who appeared and immediately stepped back. Only when he stood behind the heavily armed soldiers did the congressman speak again.
"Aren't the rules meant to be broken?"
"Besides, Goethe and we did not break the rules."
"On the contrary, it's ordinary people like you who participate in us and violate the rules!"
The short Jeffrey shook his finger.
"My people, my guns, these are the rules!"
Standing surrounded by numerous guards, the congressman felt confident.
"How about giving it a try?"
The short young man still said with a smile, but his eyes were full of coldness.
The soldiers beside the congressman immediately raised their guns and took aim.
The two sides are on the verge of breaking out.
The atmosphere began to solidify.
Only the sound of swallowing food is left.
Goethe, who was ignored by these people, was still chewing the roast lamb carefully. When the last bit of meat was eaten, words that only Goethe could see appeared in front of his eyes——
【Recognition reaches 100%!】
【Main mission completed!】
【Punishment disappears!】
[After 10 minutes, it will automatically return to the anchor world! 】
【Countdown begins!】
…
Looking at the prompt in front of him, Goethe clapped his hands and stood up.
The timing was better than he expected.
It’s no wonder that he spent all his savings to build momentum for himself.
In this way, he can give it a try!
Goethe glanced at the people around him and smiled.
“Just right!”
He said this.
The next moment, the crows crow.
Gah, gah!
Facing this scene, both the congressman and the three 'extraordinary beings' looked disdainful.
Before they came, they knew that Goethe kept a flock of crows.
Naturally, there are strategies to deal with it.
Especially, that Congressman Burton.
How could it be possible to resist a group of crows with modern weapons!
"Shoot, shoot these crows down for me!"
The congressman shouted.
But, not yet waited for the soldiers to pull the trigger.
All the elites brought by the congressman, including the congressman, were all stunned on the spot.
hold head high!
The roar of an ancient creature shocked their minds.
They all fell into an illusion that was both true and false.
The strong sound of the wind made them raise their heads in confusion.
Then……
They saw a sight they will never forget in their lifetime.
That huge creature fell from the sky!
Their whole bodies began to tremble.
Their will began to collapse.
thump!
The congressman fell directly to the ground and shouted in an unprecedented horrified voice——
