Calamity Crown

"Is anyone else involved?"

Goethe frowned, but narrowed his eyes slightly.

Almost immediately, Goethe locked on a target: that unknown enemy with 'extraordinary power'.

After the opponent endured for several days, he finally made another move.

Not only is it coming fiercely, but it is also winning.

Otherwise, there will be no 'public challenge'!

Of course, there must be hidden 'traps'!

What means will the other party use?

Joe Keir?

It's possible, but it's unlikely. This father is so conspicuous that he can't help but be wary.

So……

A helper in the shadows?

Or special circumstances?

Goethe looked down and thought.

Subconsciously, Goethe took out the key and started divination.

However, nothing happened.

Divination is like this, sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't work.

Who are you when you are in the spirit?

Who am I when I'm not working?

In short, it is so unreasonable.

Ann on the side saw Goethe frowned again.

"Someone deliberately made trouble, is it... that guy?"

Ann asked softly.

The sharp-minded policewoman found the crux of the problem in an instant.

"Ah."

Goethe nodded.

"Need me to help keep them quiet?"

Ann continued to ask.

"I will do it myself."

Goethe said so.

His [main task] is to let the public recognize his identity as a 'folklorist'. At this time, unless he is ready to gamble and see where the one-fifth of the disappeared flesh and blood is, he will not be able to back down.

While the TV show was still going on, the camera changed, and a middle-aged man wearing a cloak without a hood and several huge gemstone rings appeared on it, and began to speak nonsense.

"Winchester?"

"This young man is also very famous in our circle!"

"But in terms of real strength, he is just getting started!"

"The real 'mystery', he has not touched a shred!"

While talking, the man opened his ring-wearing palm, and the shining gems made Ghalifa in front of the camera squint his eyes.

"Is this guy Clifford a peacock?"

The female forensic doctor complained.

"You know him?"

Goethe asked.

"A clever liar who is good at packaging himself."

"Now, he's calling you a gauntlet."

"What are you going to do?"

As the female forensic doctor spoke, a gloating smile appeared on her face.

In the eyes of this female forensic doctor, Goethe is also a clever liar, and he is also a scumbag.

When two liars meet, no matter who wins and who loses, it will be regarded as a benefit to the public.

However, when An's displeased eyes swept over him, the forensic doctor immediately withdrew his smile, trotted over, and held An's hand, looking pitiful.

And the program on TV is still going on.

"So, are you sure you'll find Gate and Jenny before Mr. Goethe Winchester?"

The host kept on fire.

"Of course!"

"As usual, I will find Gat and Jenny soon!"

"Then, let kid Goethe Winchester understand what a gap is!"

Clifford said with a confident smile.

The TV show is almost over here, and then the host and the so-called guests began to conduct some completely unfounded discussions for the ratings.

"boring!"

Garifa muttered, but didn't turn off the TV.

Goethe and Ann were still watching TV.

Goethe?

It doesn't matter.

But she cares about Ann.

Therefore, she could see that An exchanged glances with Goethe from time to time.

The two did not speak.

However, the communication did not stop.

"Stop playing charades, okay?"

"Is there anything you can't explain?"

"You're making me look like a fool!"

The female forensic doctor couldn't take it anymore and said directly.

Suddenly, Goethe looked at him in surprise.

That look seemed to say, I didn't expect you to be so self-aware.

The female forensic doctor immediately stared at Goethe fiercely.

But when Ann cast the same gaze as Goethe, the female forensic doctor immediately became timid.

Even, there is a little flattering meaning.

It seems to be saying: Yes, you are right, I am a fool.

"Can you tell me what you two found?"

Garifa asked pitifully.

Ann glanced at Goethe, and after confirming that Goethe had no objection, she whispered to her friend.

"information!"

"This time he only revealed the information that he kidnapped Gait and Jenny, but he didn't explain why he kidnapped them, which is unreasonable!"

"So, the other party's second 'message' will appear on the TV station soon!"

Garifa blinked, and finally came to his senses.

"Then we have to sit on the sidelines and wait for the rabbit?"

asked the forensic doctor.

Goethe shook his head.

He said—

"It's not just waiting for a rabbit, but..."

"Throwing stones to ask for directions!"

Chapter 1 adapts to local conditions!

Clifford sat in the dressing room given by the TV station, took off his hooded robe, put it in his backpack casually, and carefully took off the ring.

Unlike the hooded robes that he sewed himself, these rings were real jewel rings.

Apart from the house and car, the savings he has accumulated over the years are these few rings.

Even, the price of the latter far exceeds the former!

As for why?

Naturally, it is for the convenience of running.

Clifford knew exactly what he was doing.

He wouldn't even buy a house or a car if it wasn't for the feeling of reliability.

Of course, it's not that Clifford didn't think about renting.

It's just that with the passage of time, after encountering dead mice several times, his reputation has increased sharply, and the level of customers he has contacted has become higher and higher. Some customers can't be obtained by renting a house or a car.

So, Clifford gritted his teeth and bought a house and a car.

Just like this time.

If it weren't for the high-end house and car backing him up, how could such a good thing come to him?

"A bunch of idiots!"

"It's so simple, it's been fooled around!"

"That guy won't tie two people up for no reason!"

"There must be a follow-up!"

Clifford thought with certainty.

Although he was just a professional liar, in some respects, Clifford was quite professional.

Or smart!

After putting on the gray hoodie and pulling up the wide hood to make sure that no one would notice him, Clifford walked out of the TV station with his bag on his back, but he didn't stay away.

Instead, he got into his car and waited quietly.

Time passed by minute by minute.

sunset.

The moon rises.

Clifford was drinking coffee, his eyes were bloodshot, but as a professional liar, Clifford had considerable professionalism, and after several hours of stalking, he did not relax at all.

When he was about to light a cigarette, he suddenly sat up straight.

He saw a figure approaching the TV station quickly.

The other party was riding a bicycle and holding a brown paper bag in his hand.