She is young, beautiful, and has a graceful temperament, just like a real lady, and has a net worth that most ladies do not have - the lives of those ladies who rely on their fathers and brothers are not as glamorous as they imagined.
A life that relies on others will eventually become fragmented when the person relying on leaves.
Tutors will become one of the few choices for ladies.
Just like Goethe's original tutor, he paid equal attention to knowledge and attitude, which made Goethe like him very much.
Unfortunately, after the 'accident' happened, the tutor had to leave.
It's not unkind.
It's just that the other person also needs to live.
'Goethe' didn't understand.
Goethe understood.
Just like Goethe understood why in 'his' memory, most of the memories about the tutor were gestures, but there was no smile.
But in 'his' memory, Silla had a sweet smile.
Especially the two small dimples in his smile made the previous 'him' addicted, and he did not hesitate to spend a lot of money to listen to songs that he didn't understand.
Even the parts about Silla's memory are full of color.
Why?
Because Sheila is prettier than the tutor.
This is Goethe's understanding.
He stood at the door. Outside the door that was not closed, many patrol policemen were looking at him secretly.
Goethe didn't care about this.
Moreover, there is no intention to close the store.
He just stood at the door, looking at Silla who smiled sweetly at him.
"Long time no see, Goethe."
Ms. Silla didn't look embarrassed at all. She walked over slowly, held up the hem of her skirt, and made a ladylike salute. While bending down, she closed the door without leaving a trace.
Then, when he straightened up, sadness and sympathy appeared in the other person's eyes.
"Goethe, I'm sorry."
"I just heard about you yesterday."
"You know, I'm in the garden club and I'm not well informed."
"Are you okay?"
As he said that, the other party took a step forward again.
At this time, the other party was only one step away from Goethe.
As the other person walked in, Goethe discovered that the other person's height was almost the same as him.
At the same time, Goethe could clearly hear the other party's slight breathing.
And, a hint of sweetness.
Like...
"The sweetness of strawberries."
Goethe commented.
The other person had obviously brushed his teeth or rinsed his mouth before meeting him.
There is no doubt that this was carefully prepared.
From expressions, words to actions.
It's all like this.
If it were the previous 'Goethe', this time he would have subconsciously told his sufferings according to the other person's rhythm.
Then, fall into the opponent's unknown layout.
And now Goethe?
But no.
Ever since a colleague tried out a new posture together and the other party almost slashed him from Divination to 1, he knew what to do.
Looking at the other party, Goethe had a trace of sadness on his face.
"I'm not feeling well."
"Thank you Sheila for your comfort."
Goethe said this.
"It's fine."
"Do you need my help with anything?"
"I will help you as much as possible."
Sheela looked considerate and looked just like the real thing - she had performed this plot hundreds of times, and practice makes perfect.
Moreover, she could also predict Goethe's reaction at the next moment.
Refuse politely and say you can do it.
Then, she took advantage of the situation to express her support, and then prepared to leave with a embarrassed look on her face. Goethe would definitely ask, and after she took advantage of the situation to tell her her difficulties, Goethe, who had a good impression of her, would definitely agree.
Perfect!
Silla smiled proudly in her heart.
This kind of simple, stubborn revengeful boy.
She has seen too many.
I already knew what to do.
Silla, who had already had a complete picture in her heart, was even prepared for tears to follow when she sighed for a while, but at this moment, she suddenly felt a tightness in her waist.
Before she could react, she was pushed face down on the desk by Goethe.
Then Goethe grabbed her skirt.
"Wait, wait!"
Silla shouted, her voice changed with emphasis due to the accident.
"Didn't you say you wanted to help me?"
Goethe, who was undoing his belt, looked up in surprise.
"I, I didn't mean this help..."
Silla raised her upper body with both arms and turned her head to look at Goethe, looking pitiful, but her eyes were filled with the coldness that Goethe was familiar with.
That's...
Killing intent!
Although it was fleeting, Goethe captured it.
"That's right."
Goethe said with regret, but instead of taking a step back, he took a step forward and pushed forward.
In an instant, a hard object pressed against Silla's body.
Suddenly, Silla's whole body tensed up and her toes straightened up.
That's...
muzzle!
The muzzle of a revolver!
Goethe's left hand, which had been hidden behind his back, had already been placed in front of him, holding a gun against Silla.
"Goethe, let's not joke."
Silla's sweet face was a little stiff.
"You were the one who made the joke first."
Goethe responded coldly.
"I'm sorry, you know, I didn't mean it like that, I..."
Sheila tried to explain.
However, when he saw the familiar coldness in Goethe's eyes, the leader of the Garden Club immediately put away his rhetoric and said directly: "I know where the 'Mist Killer' is!"
"Where?"
Goethe immediately asked.
Silla was lying there, as if Goethe didn't let go of her and she wouldn't say anything.
Goethe stared at Silla's back.
At the neckline of the back of the white dress, a section of the neck is exposed. It is whiter than the dress, but it is not pale, but a pearl-like white. Under the sunlight, it exudes a soft brilliance.
The muzzle of the revolver held by Goethe's right hand was pressed against this back.
After applying a little force, the muzzle of the gun was pressed along the neck and against the back of the opponent's head.
"Would you like to take a gamble?"
"Is your gun faster, or is your knife faster?"
Goethe said coldly.
Silla, who had her back turned to Goethe, had a flash of surprise on her face. She was sure that Goethe's posture meant that her swords could not be seen at all, because her blades were hidden in her shoes.
The moment Silla just straightened her toes, a blade silently protruded from the sole of the shoe. The action of supporting her body while lying down while speaking caused her ankles to violate the control of the joints, and the soles of her feet moved towards
Then it turned 180 degrees.
The calves were slightly retracted, and the two shoes with hidden blades were aimed at Goethe's vest and lower waist.
Silla can be sure that she did all this without being aware of it.
How did Goethe discover it?
Also, Goethe is not at all like what he is collected from the information.
other side……
It's like a completely different person.
There is no way this kind of old and alert person could be a teenager!
But the other party is indeed a boy!
That is to say...
Goethe is pretending!
Pretending from beginning to end!
The Wayne family indeed has a secret!
Silla's eyes flashed with light, and she lowered her raised legs, and retracted the blade. At the same time, she said in a pitiful tone again: "I don't dare to bet, your gun must be faster."
"Let's make a deal."
"I'll tell you where the 'Mist Killer' is hiding. Can you let me go this time?"
As Silla spoke, tears filled her eyes and she turned her head to look at Goethe.
Goethe thought for a moment and raised his guns.
However, Silla's face became increasingly stiff.
Because she was still being held up.
The killing intent that had just dissipated was condensed again.
Just when Silla was about to kill Goethe regardless, Goethe took two steps back.
As if nothing had happened, he walked to the other end of the desk and stood in front of her.
Because of the angle, Silla looked up with a blush on her face.
In the garden club, she heard a lot of things, but there was no real one.
Not to mention, at such a close distance.
Immediately, Silla stood up.
He looked at Goethe with a look of shame and anger.
After taking several deep breaths, Silla calmed down.
She had a cold face and her voice no longer had any gentleness.
"'The Fog Slayer' is at 17 Warehouse Street."
After saying that, Silla turned and left.
Looking at Silla's back, Goethe frowned slightly and immediately raised his gun.
Can,
The trigger was not pulled.
Because, he got the news of the ‘Mist Killer’.
Although he didn't know whether it was true or not, according to the deal, he had to let the other party go this time.
When he was in his hometown, he was always burdened by "keeping promises", but until now, he has no intention of changing.
because--
This made him feel like he was still a human being.
I feel like I'm still alive.
that is……
A little tired.
Goethe, who was leaning back in his chair, murmured softly in his heart.
He stretched, stood up again, and walked to the window. He saw Qian getting on the carriage, and saw the carriage go away and merge into the endless flow of people.
At this moment, the police station bell rang twelve times in a row.
"There are still three hours until three o'clock."
