The notes on the desk, the photos on the whiteboard, and the annotations all revolve around these 'folk customs'.
Moreover, every record is very detailed.
It's like it really happened.
If you discard the prefix "I heard from my friends" and the prefix "My friends' friends heard" before each record, it really looks like it is true.
"Is this a 'folklore institute'?"
Goethe whispered to himself.
But there was no rejection at all.
Because, in his opinion, these folk customs may be true.
Certain truths are always expressed in absurd and uninhibited ways, or in other words, the truth is hidden in absurd and uninhibited ways.
For example, there are seven incredible incidents on a certain campus: six of them are just to hide the incident that contains the truth.
What's more, Goethe himself had already been exposed to the extraordinary.
There's nothing else he doesn't believe.
"One week!"
"It takes a week to adapt to your current identity!"
"Then……"
"While completing the main mission, do your best to find [Bloody Honor]!"
Goethe used to make a preliminary plan for himself.
As for how to find [Bloody Honor]?
With the enlightenment from the previous 'Secret Realm', Goethe already knew how to start.
‘Modeus’!
According to the prompt just now, it is obvious that His Majesty the ‘Mad King’ should also have visited this ‘secret place’.
There is a high probability that there will be descendants left behind, and it may not be like the 'Anchor World' and the previous 'Secret Realm', where all the descendants of the other party were slaughtered.
But probably, one or two may have suffered misfortune.
He only needs to focus on those one or two.
"By the way, I also need a pendulum!"
"Maybe I could try a crystal pendant?"
Goethe was thinking in his heart as he began to carefully read through the information he had collected.
Gradually, the sun went to the west and the sky became dark.
The heat in the air dissipated and there was an extra coolness.
Goethe raised his hand and pressed the switch on the wall.
Bright lights immediately illuminated the entire room. On the tree outside the window, six or seven crows appeared in the light.
However, they had no fear or thought of flying away. They just stood on the branches and watched the surroundings like sentinels. After possessing the [Unknown Song], Goethe naturally wanted to make the best use of it.
The first time he entered the 'Secret Realm', Goethe asked the [Raven Spirit] to gather no more than the limit number of [Crows].
After a few hours, initial results have been achieved.
Several crows nearby have been gathered together.
Crows are social birds.
Goethe believed that he would soon be able to obtain nearly a hundred sentinels.
After stretching his body for a while, Goethe was ready to continue reading.
I have to say that the "folklore" he collected is quite beautiful, and it is perfectly fine to read it even as a novel.
Especially under bright lights.
‘Anchor World’, the previous ‘Secret Realm’ was still dominated by kerosene lamps, gas lamps and candles.
Not only is it not safe enough, but it is not as bright as an electric light.
“Thank you for the advancement of technology!”
After Goethe praised him sincerely, he looked at the notes in his hand.
"The content is detailed and the pace is good. If you are short of money, you can try a new discussion series."
Although not truly a great writer.
But the reading level, ‘Marple’ is still there.
Putting down the notes in his hand, Goethe picked up the next one, but before Goethe could open it, he looked towards the door.
Someone is coming!
Through the vision of [Raven Spirit], Goethe immediately saw two men and women in uniforms.
police?
Did ‘I’ commit a crime?
Not in memory!
Goethe was very sure that ‘he’ was not in a position to allow the police to come to his door.
As for him?
He just arrived, how could he possibly provoke the police?
Boom, boom!
While Goethe was thinking, there was a knock on the door.
"Hello, we are the police. Here are our IDs. There are some things we want to ask you about - please don't worry, it's just a routine inquiry, not an interrogation."
After Goethe opened the door, the male policeman said gently.
The female police officer was looking at Goethe.
The opponent was around twenty, with neat short hair, but very sharp eyes, and his figure standing there was as straight as a javelin, and there was a hint of the "blood and fire" smell familiar to Goethe on his body.
'soldier?'
Goethe guessed.
His eyes scanned the IDs of the two people.
The male policeman’s name is: Shosta
The policewoman’s name is: An.
Then, he nodded very cooperatively.
"good."
As he spoke, Goethe turned sideways and invited the two of them into the room.
"Are these the topics of the Folklore Research Institute?"
“It’s quite unique!”
The male police officer saw the photos on the whiteboard and couldn't help but become curious.
This male police officer has a round, 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 anyone to think that he was a police officer.
"Do you need some water?"
Goethe did not answer, but asked rhetorically.
In this one-room research institute, the only drink available is water.
"Thanks."
Shosta immediately thanked him.
"No need!"
An Ze refused coldly, and the female police officer asked directly.
"Do you know Laura?"
"Laura?"
Goethe frowned.
"Lola, Funk, she is also a 12th grader at Green High School."
A more detailed description of the female police officer.
And following the other party's description, a beautiful, youthful girl appeared in Goethe's mind. The other party and "him" had met several times in school, but they didn't have any close friendship, they just passed by each other.
"I know, but I'm not familiar with it."
Goethe answered truthfully.
"Yeah?"
The female police officer stared at Goethe, who responded calmly.
After the two sides looked at each other for three seconds, Shosta on the side couldn't help coughing lightly.
"Sorry, Ann didn't mean it."
"She was in a different place."
"Lola Funk committed suicide by jumping off a building just now, and there is a text message you sent on her mobile phone - it was around two o'clock in the afternoon. Can you still remember what you sent?"
Shosta asked after making the atmosphere less tense.
"That 'bad luck message' was sent by Lola Funk?"
Goethe was very surprised.
It's not surprising why Lola Funk would send him such a 'bad luck text message'.
But he was surprised why Laura Funk had his mobile phone number.
It can't be a random selection from the student contact handbook, right?
"Yes, you didn't know?"
"It's very popular among little girls recently."
Shosta continued to ask.
"I knew it was popular, but I didn't know it was from Laura Funk."
Goethe still answered truthfully.
The female police officer patrolled the room, walking like a tiger.
For the next ten minutes, Goethe and Scheusta exchanged questions and answers.
Shosta was very polite.
Obviously, the other party has concluded that Goethe was innocent and implicated.
until--
"Shusta?"
"Come back with An quickly!"
"Someone jumped off the building again at Green High School!"
A quick voice sounded on Shosta's walkie-talkie.
"Mr. Winchester, I'm glad for your cooperation. We will contact you if necessary!"
Siusta and Goethe said farewell words.
The female police officer had already rushed out of the room.
Goethe pondered for a moment and followed.
It's not curiosity.
Just because of the main task [Become a recognized folklorist within three months].
As a qualified 'folklorist', how can I stay away from a case similar to the 'bad luck text message' - even if seriously speaking, the 'bad luck text message' should be classified as an urban legend.
But it’s not too much for a ‘folklorist’ to investigate urban legends, right?
Sitting in the taxi, Goethe once again thanked the progress of science and technology.
It's not that carriages are bad.
But taxis are faster, 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 from the driver, and opened the door to get out of the car.
After glancing at the 123 yuan worth of property, Goethe's eyes were attracted by the crowd.
Police cordon, police and onlookers.
Without asking, Goethe knew his destination.
Rather than join the crowd, Goethe chose a higher position.
Immediately, he saw a body covered with white cloth.
Scarlet smudged on the white cloth.
Several patrol officers were setting up tents to cover the body.
The two police officers, Shosta and An, who had just met, together with the remaining police officers, began to interview witnesses and investigate the roof of the building.
"Were you the first to discover the body?"
"Yes, no, we discovered it together."
"School ends at four o'clock in the afternoon. Why don't you go home so late?"
"We wanted to send a bouquet of flowers to Laura, but who knew, who knew that something happened to Laura's good friend Liz?"
"It's a 'bad luck message'!"
"That's right, it's the 'bad luck message'!"
"I didn't forward it, I deleted it, what should I do?"
"Not bad! Not bad!"
"I forwarded it!"
…
Facing a group of students, the questioning by Siusta, An and others did not go well.
The panicked students tried their best to cooperate, but they couldn't match the words.
Especially when it comes to ‘bad luck text messages’, I become even more frightened.
This gave Siusta, An and others a big headache.
They certainly don’t believe in so-called ‘doom messages’.
Even though there have been two ‘suicide cases’ related to ‘bad luck text messages’.
But it must be a coincidence.
Or rather...
Is there some connection they don’t know about!
And this connection is the key point!
Siusta, An and other police officers firmly believed in this.
Just where is the contact?
No one can explain clearly.
As time passed and night fell completely, Siusta, An and others had to end their questioning.
"Everyone, be quiet. Let's go home today!"
"We will make more detailed inquiries tomorrow!"
Shosta said in a routine manner.
Suddenly, a group of students were about to leave under the comfort of the teachers.
