Calamity Crown

"install!"

"I need your help!"

The sound spread far away.

All heard.

Ann, who was washing her hair, immediately stood up straight, took the towel from Xiusta's hand, turned around and walked towards the 'Institute of Folklore'.

After An, the mineral water bottle in Jialifa's hand was about to be crushed.

The forensic doctor glared at Goethe, who leaned out of the window.

Then, raised a middle finger!

"This bastard must have done it on purpose!"

"When he left, he must have noticed the hesitation in An's eyes, so he deliberately stepped up and left, and then, when An finally calmed down, he appeared again!"

"Scumbag!"

"Damn scumbag!"

"My Ann!"

The forensic doctor was so angry that he gritted his teeth on the spot.

"Goethe shouldn't be such a person!"

"He's looking for Ann, maybe something really happened!"

Shusta on the side couldn't help but said.

"So, you've only been single for 26 years!"

The forensic doctor curled his lips.

"Being single for 27 years says that, I always feel a little unhappy."

Shusta looked at Garifa very seriously, and ran away laughing before the other party threw the bottle over.

'Institute of Folklore'.

"What are you doing for you?"

Ann asked as soon as he entered the door.

"Take the clothes in and give them to my teacher."

Goethe pointed to the clothes on the ground with helplessness on his face.

He was thinking about how to explain it.

"These straws?"

Ann, who is rational, has her own judgment, and doesn't think too much about it. Instead, she cares more about those straws.

"That guy's temptation just now!"

Goethe said softly.

"Underground?"

A cold light began to appear in An's eyes.

"Ah."

Goethe nodded, then sat in the chair and waited.

When the policewoman woke up the female teacher and helped her get dressed, Goethe picked up his 'pendulum'.

'Is that guy still around? '

The dangling key remained motionless.

'Is that guy going to attack me again? '

The key still doesn't move.

Then, Goethe tried divination several times again, but to no avail.

Obviously, Goethe's divination was temporarily ineffective in the face of a person with [extraordinary power].

Goethe had anticipated this.

However, still a little disappointed.

"Still not strong enough!"

"If [Heart] is stronger..."

"Maybe we can find a clue."

Goethe thought, and began to search around with the eyes of [Raven Spirit].

But still the same.

No suspicious person.

Obviously, the arrival of the police made the other party not come back in person. He should be manipulating the 'scarecrow' from a distance.

Moreover, the 'Scarecrow' should have similar invisibility abilities!

You must know that there are all his crows around, and it is impossible for the other party to sneak in quietly!

"Can pretend!"

"You can still hide!"

"And with malice towards me!"

Goethe's eyes gradually turned cold.

……

Star City, somewhere.

puff!

A man wearing a huge hoodie opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Hot blood sprayed on the scarecrow in front of him.

boom!

With a muffled sound, the scarecrow fell apart.

"Winchester!"

"Do you think your adopted son can stop me?"

"Don't be delusional!"

"I will let you understand what regret is!"

The other party growled in a low voice.

The voice is like a beast.

After more than ten seconds, the roaring stopped.

Standing up from the ground, the opponent suddenly cast a shadow. His body was tall and strong beyond ordinary people's imagination, like a bear, but as fast as a cheetah.

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared without a trace.

……

The explanation afterwards is far easier than Goethe imagined.

Teacher Zhu Di generously expressed that she forgave Goethe.

However, Teacher Zhu Di didn't know how she passed out.

The math teacher just remembered waiting for Goethe in the room, and then suddenly passed out.

However, there is one thing that the math teacher clearly remembers.

Before she passed out, the police had arrived nearby.

She heard sirens.

This confirmed Goethe's guess.

The other party did choose a safer method because of the arrival of the police.

It also proved that the opponent is afraid of large-scale firearms.

Otherwise, with the personality of the other party who can "sacrifice blood", he wouldn't be so "shy".

This made Goethe slightly relieved.

At least, if the bullet can injure the opponent, it is within the range he can handle.

However, Goethe's pace of improving his own strength did not stop.

In the next few days, he tried to use divination to determine the whereabouts of [Blood Honor], but it seemed that his good luck had run out, or he might have been affected by the attacker's 'extraordinary power'.

Divination is not fruitless.

It is the wrong result.

'Maybe I should buy some crystals? '

'Try the 'Pendulum' with more mysterious power? '

Goethe was thinking, his eyes drifting involuntarily.

This made Judy who was standing in front of Goethe frown.

"Student Winchester, please concentrate!"

"Now we're learning!"

The math teacher tapped the table lightly, reminding Goethe.

Since that day, the math teacher has always helped Goethe make up lessons during his breaks.

Faced with such kindness, Goethe refused, but the rejection was invalid.

Teacher Judy said that even if Goethe dropped out of school, she would still come to make up lessons for Goethe as usual-until finishing the mathematics courses within the 12th grade.

"Mr. Judy, some people are born with talents."

"But some people are not born with talent."

"No matter how hard you try, it's impossible to do what a talented person can do."

Goethe tried again to convince his math teacher.

"That's because you didn't work hard enough!"

The math teacher emphasized.

"Yeah, if you don't work hard, you don't know what despair is."

Goethe smiled wryly.

Facing Judy’s math class, it’s not that Goethe didn’t try to study hard, but his thinking started to become confused after less than 5 minutes of persistence, and he felt dizzy after more than 10 minutes.

Even if you pinch yourself, you can't stay awake.

"Goethe, you shouldn't be so frustrated, you have to believe that you can do it!"

"I'll do my best to help you!"

"Help you get back to your old grades!"

"It will also help you get into college!"

Teacher Zhu Di pushed his glasses and said very seriously.

This appearance made Goethe involuntarily think of his homeroom teacher in his hometown—that homeroom teacher taught Chinese, a thin and small old lady, usually with a pleasant face, and tried her best to tolerate the mischievous Goethe , Every time I spare time, I selflessly help Goethe improve his grades, and bring Goethe some food and drink every day.

But what Goethe remembers most clearly was not about making up lessons, but when he was fighting with students from other schools.

Seven or eight people from the other party surrounded him alone, and everyone around him was frightened.

But this old lady stood in front of him and told those people.