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In fact, the same is true.

"The above has already identified it as a homicide, and the murderer is the male tenant, but I read the transcript, and then asked Xiusta to investigate the other party."

"He has no criminal record, no bad habits, and no mental illness. He has excellent character and learning, and has passed the 'judicial examination'. He only needs to complete a simple interview in September to become a judge—he has no reason to kill."

"Then, I investigated the single mother again, and there was nothing suspicious."

"However, when I then investigated the landlord and the property, something was wrong."

"In 15 years, 11 tenants have gone missing there."

"There are men and women who are missing, and what I am most concerned about is that all of these people have surnames..."

"George!"

"George?"

Goethe narrowed his eyes.

"Yes, George!"

"And, it's the George of the genius George you know."

Ann nodded.

"Are they descendants of the genius George?"

Goethe asked.

It was about [Bloody Honor], and Goethe immediately became serious.

"I can't tell. I can only say that the surname is 'George'. As for whether it is the descendant of His Excellency George?"

"You can ask that Wharton George yourself in a while!"

Ann picked up the pace.

The motorcycle arrived at the Star City Prison at a high speed—because, it has been preliminarily determined that Wharton George had already left the police detention center and entered the prison.

This is not in line with the judicial process.

But no one cares.

Except Wharton George himself.

A few days ago, this law student with a bright future encountered the most unpleasant thing in his life.

nightmare.

bloody.

mouse.

Almost all the dirty things he could think of appeared in front of his eyes.

Moreover, it seems to contain magical power, connected in series.

finally?

drove him into a corner.

Wharton George sat on the narrow bed, staring at the wall outside the prison in a daze—in the first two days, he kept stating that he wanted to find a lawyer, and that he could even defend himself.

But then the baton made him realize that things were not as simple as he thought.

And the shortage of food and drinking water that followed made him stop shouting rationally.

He just sat there.

He was thinking about what to do.

But he...

There is no way!

Because, he knew that it was impossible for anyone to believe what happened to him.

That's just ridiculous!

What's worse, that guy will definitely not let him go!

He was convinced.

In fact, Wharton knew the guy was coming when there was a rustling sound in the corner.

"In Star City, you are not the only one with such power."

"There is another Your Excellency who also owns it."

"His Excellency Goethe Winchester, 'Folklore Researcher'."

"If I die here, he will definitely notice that something is wrong, he will definitely investigate what happened, and you will definitely be exposed."

Wharton struggled to find a stove for himself.

But to no avail at all.

A dark-skinned mouse crept in from around the corner.

It expands in size.

Quickly transformed into a short, dirty man.

The other party was as short as a dwarf, and his face was even more ugly. His hair and beard had already been glued together. When he heard the words of the young law student, the other party smiled.

The already ugly face was distorted to the extreme.

"Goethe Winchester?"

"What is he!"

"A lucky fellow!"

"If it's his adoptive father, I'll avoid it one or two times!"

"As for him?"

"Even if he appears in front of me now, at this moment, I will let him understand what real strength is!"

"And, do you really think he'll show up?"

"You don't understand our world at all!"

The other party said with an arrogant attitude and a gloomy tone.

"Save...uh!"

Seeing that the delaying tactic had failed, Wharton was about to shout, but the dwarf jumped up and grabbed his neck and pushed him down on the bed.

The young man immediately rolled his eyes.

The other party was the guy who grinned grinningly and used his palms to solve the accident accurately.

But at this moment, a clear voice sounded behind the other party——

"Oh, what is strength?"

Chapter 122 The rookie and the suspect!

When the dwarf heard the voice behind him, he didn't care about Wharton George at all, and ran away.

The already short body shrank to the size of a mouse in an instant, and it went straight to the corner of the wall.

But the next moment, he was caught by the 'Blood Raven Spirit'.

"Squeak!"

"Let me go!"

"Goethe Winchester!"

"Do you know what you are doing?"

"Master Maji will not let you go!"

The other party struggled and yelled at the back.

At the door of the cell, Goethe and Ann stood side by side.

An looked at the mouse bound in the air by an invisible force in amazement—the mouse was not worthy of An's amazement, but the mouse with a human face was enough to amaze An.

What's more, he was bound in mid-air by an invisible force.

Goethe looked indifferent.

Long ago, he used the 'Spirit of the Blood Raven' to monitor every move here.

Not only is he clear about the mouse-faced man.

And I also know a thing or two about the people behind the mouse-faced man.

After all, the other party was in the southern suburbs of Star City, and Goethe also got the specific address from An's mouth—the invisible 'Blood Crow Spirit' became more useful after upgrading its level.

Therefore, Goethe simply dismissed the mouse-masked man's yelling.

Follow his thoughts.

The Rat-Mask Man was torn apart by the 'Blood Crow Spirit'.

"Ahem, cough, thank you, thank you."

Wharton George coughed and thanked Goethe with grateful eyes.

Just now, when he threatened the mouse-faced man, he chose this 'folklore researcher', but he never thought that Goethe would actually show up and save him.

"You're welcome."

Goethe nodded with a smile on his face, then turned his head to look at Ann, and said at a faster speed: "Let Xiusta take care of Wharton George. Let's go to No. 220 in the southern suburbs."

South Suburb No. 220, where Wharton George temporarily rented.

Goethe didn't care about that.

What he cared about was borrowing the dagger he saw with the vision of the 'Spirit of the Blood Raven'.

On it, he felt the breath of [Bloody Honor].

Good luck!

Goethe kept smiling.

He found that he had always had good luck in this 'folklore' mystery.

【Bloody Honor】It's not hard to find here.

Always in front of him at the right time.

Moreover, divination also plays a certain role.

"Is it because the 'secret world' in front of you is conducive to mysterious behaviors such as divination?"

Goethe guessed in his heart.

Divination is complex and unreliable.

In the "Anchor World" and other "secret world" attempts, Goethe has already been informed of this truth-it has nothing to do with the "mysterious concentration", the previous two secret worlds of "Hessettines" and "Doomsday Wasteland" The concentration of mystery is not much better than here, and the latter is even lower, which is close to the so-called 'no mystery', but divination is still timeless.

But the world of 'folk custom' is different in front of me.

Here, divination seems to be blessed and can become quite clever.

But it also seems to be influenced by something like a cycle.

"Maybe it's time to find a more suitable divination tool."

Goethe thought again.

But then he had more ideas.

"Since the 'folklore' secret world in front of me is very inclined to divination, are there any people who are good at divination among those mysterious people? And these people who are good at divination must have divination tools in their hands."

"It's really cumbersome to go shopping."

"It's better than..."