Chapter 245 The rookie and the suspect! ~Ask for a monthly ticket~)
Chapter 245 Rookie and Suspect! (Please subscribe~Please vote~)
When the dwarf heard the voice behind him, he didn't even care about Wharton George and ran away.
His already short body shrunk to the size of a mouse in an instant, and he burrowed straight into the corner.
But the next moment, he was arrested by the 'Blood Crow Spirit'.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"
"Let me go!"
"Goethe Winchester!"
"Do you know what you are doing?"
"Master Marki will not let you go!"
The other party struggled and yelled at the back.
At the door of the prison cell, Goethe and Ann stood side by side.
An stared at the mouse bound in the air by invisible force - the mouse was not worthy of An's consternation, but a mouse with a human face was enough to make An stunned.
What's more, he is still restrained in mid-air by invisible forces.
Goethe looked calm.
Long ago, he used the 'Blood Crow Spirit' to monitor every move here.
Not only does he know everything about the rat-faced man.
And I also know a thing or two about the person behind the rat-faced man.
After all, the opponent is located in the southern suburbs of Star City, and Goethe also got the specific address from An's mouth - the invisible 'Blood Crow Spirit' has become more useful after it has been upgraded.
Therefore, Goethe did not pay any attention to the roar of the rat-faced man.
Follow his thoughts.
The rat-faced man was torn apart by the 'blood crow spirit'.
"Cough cough cough, thank you, thank you."
Wharton George coughed and thanked him, looking at Goethe with grateful eyes.
Just now, when he threatened the rat-faced man, he chose this 'folklore researcher', but he never thought that Goethe would actually show up and save him.
"You're welcome."
Goethe nodded with a smile, then turned to look at An, and said quickly: "Let Shosta take care of Wharton George, let's go to No. 220 in the southern suburbs."
No. 220, Southern Suburbs, the place where Wharton George temporarily rented.
Goethe didn't care about this.
What he was concerned about was the dagger he saw through the vision of the 'Blood Crow Spirit'.
On it, he felt the aura of [Bloody Honor].
Good luck!
Goethe kept smiling.
He found that his luck in this secret realm of 'folklore' had always been good.
[Bloody Honor] is not hard to find here.
He will always appear in front of him at the right time.
Moreover, divination also plays a certain role.
"Is it because the 'secret world' in front of us is conducive to mysterious behaviors such as divination?"
Goethe guessed in his heart.
Divination is complex and unreliable.
The attempts in the 'Anchor World' and other 'Secret Worlds' have already told Goethe this truth - it has nothing to do with the 'Mysterious Concentration', the previous two secret worlds of 'Hesettins' and 'Doomsday Wasteland'
The concentration of mystery is not much better than here, in fact, the latter is even lower, it is close to the so-called "no mystery", but the divination is still sometimes good and sometimes not good.
But the secret world of ‘folk custom’ before us is different.
Here, divination seems to be blessed and can become quite effective.
But it seems to be also affected by laws such as cycles.
"Perhaps we should find a more suitable set of divination tools."
Goethe thought again.
However, then he had more ideas.
"Since the 'folklore' secret world in front of us is very inclined to divination, then among those mysterious people, are there people who are good at divination? And these people who are good at divination must have divination tools in their hands."
“It’s really cumbersome to buy it.”
"It's better..."
"Go and borrow something ready-made."
Making plans in my heart.
Sitting on the back seat of An's motorcycle, Goethe quickly arrived at No. 220 in the southern suburbs.
As soon as he approached the southern suburbs, Goethe felt peeping eyes.
Finely chopped.
Full of malicious peeps.
yes……
mouse!
"Not only can you change mice, but can you also control mice?"
Goethe was a little surprised.
This was the first time he encountered a character like an 'animal tamer'.
This made him more and more interested.
You know, he can use [Ominous Cry] to control crows. It would be great if he could draw parallels.
squeak!
The motorcycle stopped with the sound of tires rubbing against the ground.
Goethe and An looked around.
From the outside, No. 220 Nanjiao is no different from the surrounding buildings.
Moreover, the degree of repair is better and the environment is more elegant.
At least, if a normal person were to choose, they would definitely choose this place instead of others - especially the flower bed in the courtyard, which is a bonus.
But Goethe and Ann would never choose this place.
Goethe relied on his superhuman perception to smell the smell of rotting human bones and flesh in the flower bed.
And An?
It is the intuition of the battlefield.
The intuition developed between life and death told An that this place was full of dangers.
"Be careful."
Ann pulled out a shotgun from the hidden bag on one side of the motorcycle, and pulled out a shot chain and several grenades from the other side. The policewoman signaled Goethe to be careful while already calling for reinforcements.
However, the walkie-talkies that were functioning normally before now stopped working.
Not just walkie-talkies.
The same goes for mobile phones.
"Blocked!"
Ann reminded Goethe, her face solemn.
The muzzle of the gun was unconsciously pointed at Nanjiao No. 220.
Goethe's expression remained the same.
In the vision of 'Blood Crow Spirit', he stared closely at the so-called Marki - the other party did not set up something like a jammer around the house, but some kind of secret technique interfered with signals such as electromagnetic waves.
.
However, what concerned Goethe was the other party's dancing ecstasy.
"The favor of fate!"
"I, Ma Ji, will completely become the king of the new era!"
"And you bastards who laugh at me will all be fed to rats by me!"
In the basement, Markey screamed wildly under Goethe's gaze.
This made Goethe frown slightly.
It's not the other party's arrogant attitude.
But what’s in front of me is not a trap!
When Ann came to him and said that there was a "case" that was beyond the scope of ordinary people's cognition, Goethe's first thought was a trap.
He has a good relationship with An.
This can be known with just a little investigation.
Therefore, it is not surprising that the trap is laid through An.
Therefore, Goethe initially prepared for stepping into a trap.
but……
It seems that he is overthinking.
Looking at the excited and distorted Marki in the basement, Goethe confirmed that the other person was not acting.
But Goethe did not relax his vigilance.
On the contrary, he also increased his vigilance.
Not only against Ma Ji, but also against those extraordinary ones.
After what happened before, it should be well known that the so-called 'Hesha' is in his hands, but no one took action. This can only mean that these guys are planning and striving to kill with one blow.
Of course, I don’t rule out testing it again.
For example: Markey.
In the sight of the 'Blood Crow Spirit', squeaking sounds kept coming from the other party's mouth.
mouse!
Hundreds of rats began to gather from all directions.
above ground, underground.
Others jumped out from the roof.
Suddenly, there was a continuous squeaking in Goethe's ears.
And as the door of Room 220 in the southern suburbs opened, more rats poured out like a wave.
“Welcome!”
"I've been waiting here for a long time!"
Marky opened his hands, looking cheerful.
The other party looked like an old man, his body had long been stooped, and his clothes were still neat, but they were full of the pungent smell of mouse feces, especially the thin palms of the other party exposed from under the sleeves and robes.
It also looks similar to a mouse paw.
The skinny paws twisted slightly, and the rats around them immediately made squeaking sounds and rushed towards Goethe and An.
Bang bang bang!
An fired several shots.
Not at the mouse, but at Markey who controls the mouse.
But it's no use.
Invisible force field shield blocks the progress of bullets.
"Madam, please remain quiet."
"Otherwise, you will become a perfect skeletal statue - sold by me to those who like to collect."
"As for you?"
"Goethe Winchester, please hand over the 'Hesa'."
Markey smiled.
He thought he had a winning chance.
Although the death of his subordinate was an accident, it attracted Goethe.
This accident immediately turned into a surprise.
He never thought it would be so easy to get 'Heisa'.
After all, his ability is too special.
Only here can you exert your greatest power. Once you leave here, you will lose one out of ten.
Therefore, he is greedy for 'Heisa'.
However, he maintained restraint.
But this kind of restraint completely disappeared the moment he saw Goethe.
He just wants ‘Heisa’ now!
After obtaining the 'Hesa', he will have endless power, and his strength will not be weakened even if he is far away from here - he has no doubt about this. After all, Goethe, an ordinary person, can borrow the power of the 'Hesa'.
Why can't such a true extraordinary person do it?
The other party waved his hand as he spoke.
The approaching rats began to grin.
The sharp teeth and sharp claws make people feel uncomfortable.
It's especially creepy when those thousands of tiny eyes are staring at you.
Goethe looked at it and smiled.
His eyes responded to these tiny eyes.
An Ze took out a grenade.
"Oh, you ignorant woman."
Marky sneered.
Just when he was about to give the order to kill An first, a stinging pain suddenly appeared in his eyes, and then spread to his mind. Before Ma Ji could recover, he heard a roar.
roar!
It's a dragon!
That’s right, it’s a dragon!
Since the end of the Boer War, there have been no dragons in the world.
However, upon hearing this roar, Ma Ji instinctively knew that this was a dragon.
Not those subspecies.
It is a dragon in the true sense of the word.
"dragon……"
Bang!
Bang bang bang!
Ma Ji murmured in a low voice, and there was a continuous sound of flesh and blood exploding around him.
It's his mouse.
The heads of his carefully bred rats exploded one by one.
Flesh and blood flew everywhere.
The screams continued.
Before Markie could react, all the rats around him were dead and injured, and Markie stood there in a daze.
It’s over!
It's all over!
All his hard work over the past 15 years was in vain.
However, at this time, Ma Ji couldn't care about so much.
Goethe Winchester was more powerful than he imagined.
Or rather...
The power of ‘Heisa’ exceeded his imagination.
greedy!
Hot greed spread in his heart!
Just wait!
‘Heisa’ must be mine!
I will definitely get ‘Heisa’!
"Despicable Winchester, just wait for me, I will definitely..."
call!
The scorching cone-shaped flames spurted out from Goethe's palm, directly drowning Marky, who was still shouting. At this time, Goethe was already convinced that the other person was the one who was pushed out to test his true strength.
"Investigate why Wharton George came here to rent."
Goethe said these words and walked quickly into No. 220 Nanjiao.
An Ze took action immediately.
The area affected by the secret technique is only the nearby area. As soon as you leave, your cell phone and walkie-talkie will return to normal immediately.
Just when An quickly sent the text message, Goethe had already picked up the dagger stained with the smell of "Bloody Honor".
Or rather a knife.
Unlike the dagger, which can be opened on both sides, this knife can be opened on one side. The handle is made of oak, not very fine, but sharp enough.
[A well-maintained dagger: This was once a gift for a young hunter who came of age. He and his father lived in a remote mountainous area and still maintained the habits of a hundred years ago. Until a sudden earthquake, the young hunter discovered a laboratory with a simple mind.
He didn't think much about it and just took some of the seemingly useful things to supplement his family income. However, the things that were circulated were noticed by Marky. He followed the traces and killed the hunter and his son, occupying the laboratory.
He firmly believed that he had been favored by fate and that he deserved more, so he chose to come to Star City, accumulated strength bit by bit, and took advantage of the situation to kill the stubborn tenant named George - Marky.
It is believed that George was the culprit who caused the failure of the Boer War]
[Get bloody honor x2]
…
"The descendants of the 'Mad King' chose an ordinary life, but are they still unable to avoid misfortune?"
"It almost feels like a curse."
"What on earth did this guy 'Mad King' do to the witch?"
Goethe looked at those words and couldn't help but think.
The ‘Mad King’ is very unreliable.
At least in the 'Secret World', most of the time, I choose to let myself go.
However, being a descendant of the 'Mad King' is even worse.
Regardless of whether you work hard or be idle, you will encounter misfortune.
This is even true for simply living life.
If these descendants of the 'Mad King' knew what would happen to them, they would be quite desperate.
With this sigh, Goethe began to search for No. 220 in the southern suburbs.
Soon, a note caught his attention.
After checking it, Goethe opened his notes.
Familiar words and recording methods.
It's the 'Oak Sect'.
In other words, it is ‘Celtic Blood Sacrifice’.
However, unlike the 'Celtic Blood Sacrifice. Wolf', 'Celtic Blood Sacrifice. Vine', and 'Celtic Blood Sacrifice. Flame' that he had obtained before, this book does not have a special faction, but is similar to breeding.
manual.
By preparing feed, we can get closer to the animals we feed.
This ultimately achieves the goal of dominating animals.
The less intelligent an animal is, the easier it is to be dominated, especially the offspring of the dominated animal, will be more obedient.
"No wonder they chose mice."
Goethe was a little stunned.
Then, he gave a fair evaluation to the notes in his hand——
Useful and useless.
The breeding and breeding process is too long.
And he really doesn't have time.
But as a trophy, it's not bad.
Goethe liked this kind of intellectual stuff.
But now he didn't have time to read it. He closed the notes and put them in his schoolbag.
Then, he looked outside No. 220, Southern Suburb.
Ann has come back again.
However, An looked puzzled at this moment, and his eyes were still full of doubts.
As for the source of doubt?
Naturally, there are several black suits behind the policewoman.
These people were tall and burly, wearing sunglasses, with stiff faces, and walked in a strict manner. The distance between each step was the same. They looked like robots. One of them waved his hand as he approached No. 220 in the southern suburbs.
"Seal down the scene."
Saying these words, the other party walked straight towards Goethe.
"Mr. Goethe Winchester?"
The other party called him sir and still maintained respect.
But Goethe could tell that the other party was not used to doing this.
The other party should be the kind of person who habitually obeys orders, not someone who comes to greet you.
Coupled with his precise movements just now, if it weren't for the aura of 'blood and fire' on his body, Goethe would have thought he had met a soldier.
After a long period of training.
But are there no real ‘recruits’ for actual combat?
Goethe guessed, then nodded.
"It's me."
"Hello, Mr. Winchester, I am Cole from the 'Anomalous Affairs Investigation Bureau' - we are affiliated with the 'Western FBI' and was established half a year ago. It is an organization you may not have heard of."
"But we have the same law enforcement powers as West FBI detectives."
The other party remained polite and respectful and introduced his origins.
Goethe looked at Ann.
Ann nodded, indicating that Cole was not lying.
"Are you looking for me?"
Goethe asked the other party why he came.
"It's our director who wants to see you - he has something to ask you. He asked me to make an appointment with you at a time you think is appropriate, and he will personally visit you."
Cole became more and more polite.
This man, who obviously looked about thirty years old but was starting to go bald, was sweating on his forehead.
He's really not very good at such complimentary conversations.
He is more accustomed to drawing a gun to solve problems.
Simple and neat.
But he had to obey the director's orders.
For this reason, when he came, he recited the words several times.
But even so, he still kind of forgot.
As a last resort, Cole lowered his head and glanced at the palm of his hand - here, he recorded what he said next.
He could recall what to say next just by looking at it.
He is very confident in his memory.
But what Cole didn't expect was that he was too nervous, his palms were full of sweat, and the words he wrote with the pen were already blurry.
"Then, then..."
Cole couldn't help but stutter.
He didn't know what to say.
Fortunately, at this time, his phone rang.
Cole breathed a sigh of relief and cast an apologetic look at Goethe.
"I'm going to take a call."
As he said this, the member of the 'Abnormal Affairs Investigation Bureau' ran aside as if he had been granted amnesty. However, the other party who just picked up the phone let out an uncontrollable exclamation -
