Calamity Crown

"Dynamite hidden underneath."

Goethe replied without blinking.

"Dynamite?"

"Hiss, these guys are really scary!"

Swart muttered to himself, then continued.

"half!"

"I know!"

Swarte, who also understands the cooperative relationship, has nothing to hide.

"Well, if you can...help me identify the six skeletons."

"One of them is my 'aunt'."

"If it's not recognizable, forget it."

Goethe kept his voice as low as possible.

Swart was taken aback.

Then he wanted to raise his hand to pat Goethe on the shoulder, but before he could put it down, he heard Goethe say, "If you dare to pat me with the hand you touched your crotch, I will make it impossible for you to use this hand in the future."

"Haha, how come?"

"I certainly won't."

Swart scratched his head with a dry smile.

Immediately, I felt a foul smell.

Subconsciously, after putting his hand in front of his nose and smelling it, the sheriff came back to his senses, and immediately shook his hand in disgust, but accidentally touched the carriage beside him with his fingers.

"hiss!"

The sheriff in pain instinctively put his fingers in his mouth, trying to reduce the pain.

The sheriff froze.

Goethe came to distance himself from the other party silently.

After that, on the way back to the police station, the two sides remained silent for quite a long time.

"I'm going to take a shower, brush my teeth, and change my clothes."

When getting off the carriage, Swart left such a sentence and walked away quickly.

Goethe walked towards Swart's office.

But soon, Goethe found something was wrong.

On the way to Swart's office, there were too many patrolmen standing around, and they watched him quietly and pointed at him.

This is something that didn't exist before.

He is not welcome at the police station.

Goethe knew this.

Those patrolmen didn't even dare to look at him before.

Now it's pointing fingers.

Goethe frowned

He has some bad premonition.

And soon, he knew the answer.

Pushing open the office door, Goethe immediately saw a lady in a white dress, with a sweet smile and even more gentle temperament, standing at the desk.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the lady turned around immediately, and when she saw that it was Goethe, her eyes lit up with surprise.

"Goethe!"

The other party shouted happily.

Goethe popped out the name of the other party from his mind——

Sheila!

Chapter 27 The previous persistence will not change!

Sheila, a unique character in the garden club.

In other words, the top card.

Young, beautiful, with a graceful temperament, like a real lady, and possesses a wealth that most ladies don't have - those ladies who rely on their fathers and brothers are not as glamorous as they imagined.

The life of relying on others will eventually become fragmented due to the departure of the dependent.

Tutors would be one of the few options for those ladies.

Just like the original tutor of 'Goethe', he paid equal attention to knowledge and posture, which made 'Goethe' like it very much.

Unfortunately, after the 'accident' came, the tutor had to leave.

Not being ungrateful.

It's just that the other party also wants to live.

'Goethe' did not understand.

Goethe understood.

It's as if Goethe understood why in 'his' memory, most of the memories about the tutor were gestures, but he didn't show a smile.

But in 'his' memory, Sheila had a sweet smile.

Especially the two small dimples when he laughed, which made the previous 'him' addicted, so he didn't hesitate to spend a lot of money to listen to songs that he didn't understand.

Even the part about Sheila's memory is full of color.

why?

Because Sheila is prettier than the governess.

This is Goethe's understanding.

He stood at the door, which was not closed, and many patrolmen were secretly watching here.

Goethe didn't care about that.

And, it's not going to close.

He just stood at the door, looking at Shira who was smiling sweetly at him.

"Long time no see, Goethe."

Ms. Shira showed no signs of embarrassment. She walked slowly, pinched the hem of her skirt, and performed a ladylike salute. While bending down, she closed the door without a trace.

Then, when he straightened up, sadness and sympathy appeared in the eyes of the other party.

"Goethe, I'm sorry."

"I just heard about you yesterday."

"You know, I'm in the Garden Club, and I don't know much about it."

"Are you OK?"

With that said, the other party took another step forward.

At this time, the other party and Goethe were only one step away.

But as the other party walked in, Goethe discovered that the other party's height was about 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 obviously brushed his teeth or rinsed his mouth before meeting him.

There is no doubt that it was carefully prepared.

From looks, words to behavior.

That's all.

If it was the previous 'Goethe', at this time, he would subconsciously tell his suffering in accordance with the rhythm of the other party.

Then, fall into the opponent's unknown layout.

And now Goethe?

no.

Ever since he was experimenting with a new posture with a colleague of the opposite sex, and the other party almost made him change from BU to 1 with a knife, he knew what to do.

Looking at each other at the same level, a trace of sadness appeared on Goethe's face.

"I am not so good."

"Thank you Shira for your comfort."

Goethe said so.

"nothing."

"Is there anything you need my help with?"

"I will help you as much as I can."

Sheila has an empathetic look, and she looks like the real thing-she has acted out this plot hundreds of times, and practice makes perfect.

Moreover, she could also predict how Goethe would react in the next moment.

Tactfully refused, and said he could do it.

Then, she took advantage of the situation to express her support, and then, ready to leave with a face full of embarrassment, Goethe would definitely ask. After she told her difficulties, Goethe, who had a good impression of her, would definitely agree.

perfect!

Sheila smiled smugly.

This simple, stubborn revenge boy.

She has seen too much.

Already knew what to do.

Sheila, who already had a complete picture in her heart, was even ready for a moment when she sighed, tears would follow, but at this moment, she suddenly felt a tightness around her waist.

Before she could react, she was pressed face down on the desk by Goethe.

Then Goethe grabbed her by the skirt.

"wait wait wait!"

Sheila yelled, her voice accentuated by accident.

"Didn't you say you wanted to help me?"

Goethe, who was undoing his trouser belt, looked up in surprise.

"I, I didn't mean this help..."

Sheila propped up her upper body with her arms, and turned her head to look at Goethe with a pitiful look, but there was the familiar coldness of Goethe in her eyes.

That is……

Killing intent!

It was fleeting, but Goethe caught it.