Calamity Crown

The female forensic doctor took the amulet in a daze, and then looked at the corpse that had just sat up on the dissecting table in a daze.

The opponent has already been disembowelled.

It was she who cut the ribs with the pliers.

She can confirm that the other party is dead.

But what happened just now?

Looking at the salt and iron bullets inlaid on the opponent's eyebrows, the female forensic doctor tightly grasped the amulet.

She only felt the hairs on her back stand on end, and the air she breathed felt cool.

She unconsciously looked at her friend Ann.

The policewoman raised her hand and touched the forehead of the female forensic doctor.

"Don't worry, everything will pass."

The policewoman comforted softly.

The female forensic doctor's heart quickly calmed down.

Every time, when there was something that she couldn't solve and she felt uneasy, Ann's appearance would always calm her down.

"We have to believe in Goethe!"

Ann continued.

The female forensic doctor was immediately unhappy.

She pursed her lips, hoping to express her unhappiness, but when her friend An's eyes came over, the female forensic doctor immediately showed a happy smile.

"Well, we have to trust Goethe!"

At this moment, a swallow flew by outside the window, and flew farther and farther.

The female forensic doctor looked at the swallow subconsciously, and shouted unconsciously.

"Swallow, swallow..."

……

call!

In the 'Institute of Folklore', Goethe let out a light breath and blew off the sawdust on the wooden sign.

Immediately, an amulet with complicated patterns appeared in front of his eyes.

With the advancement of [Tufuyu] to Transcendence, his application of [Tufuyu] has been able to use simple [Tufuyu] word combinations to accomplish some extraordinary things.

Example: banishing evil spirits.

And every time the so-called 'all things return to one God' dies, the other knowledge he receives allows him to easily double the effect.

Although stumbled at first.

But later on, practice makes perfect.

Even with eyes closed, one seal can be carved in a minute.

"Give it to the great men."

"Don't forget what I asked for."

Goethe put the amulet into the box beside him.

There are already 22 similar amulets in the box.

This is No.20 three pieces.

"Don't worry, compared to my own life, those things of 'Prophet George' are not worth mentioning-even if its value has become more precious now."

"Two hours at most, and you'll be able to see more of 'Prophet George' and his descendants again in the North Suburb Warehouse."

After Goethe collected items related to 'Prophet George' and his descendants, the scene of 'World of Martial Arts' was staged again.

However, unlike the 'World of Budo', here Goethe has the upper hand.

Because, the amulet in your hand!

And its own strength!

That's a power 'comparable to a god'!

Since the news about the warehouse in the northern suburbs of Star City reached the ears of those big shots two weeks ago, these big shots have already understood what kind of attitude they should use to face Goethe.

After Auston handed over the box containing the amulet to his disciple Alex, the young man who had been captured by Goethe and had always been afraid of Goethe ran out quickly.

This box of amulets will be sent back to 'Ancheng' by the young man himself.

When Goethe and Oston were the only ones left in the Folklore Research Institute, the Chief Advisor of the House of Lords of the Western Federation pulled another chair in the room and sat down.

"Goethe, do you think we still have a chance?"

"Even in Star City, which is the safest now, there are hundreds of 'accidents' incidents every day, the most exaggerated is 'Far City', the number of deaths is doubling every day, even a week ago, the 'Western Federal Bureau of Abnormal Affairs Investigation' 'It's not going to slow down the deaths—you know, they're fully armed, with the amulets you provided early on, and quite a few props from the other guys."

Auston looked worried.

"What about those guys?"

"Truly getting in touch with extraordinary people."

"They are the more suitable candidates to go to the 'Far City'."

Goethe asked.

"They're all acting as bodyguards for big shots."

"The big shot killed by his 'dead wife' made the rest of the big shots terrified, and they wished they could shrink all their strength around them."

"As for those extraordinary people themselves?"

"Ah."

Auston sneered as he spoke.

Everything becomes self-evident.

fear death.

Seek advantage and avoid disadvantage.

It is natural in itself, there is nothing strange about it.

No need to accuse anything.

Knowing this well, Goethe picked up another piece of mahogany and continued to carve seals.

He'd guessed this possibility since 'strange things happen' two weeks ago.

only……

Didn't expect it to be so fast.

"Is someone taking the opportunity to make trouble?"

Goethe asked while carving seals.

"should be."

Auston didn't hide.

Although Goethe's "protagonist halo" has faded, Auston still trusts Goethe.

"Although I can't be sure who it is, all the big men have taken the bait. This big event that is related to everyone's life and death in our eyes is an insignificant matter in their eyes-compared with these small things. , their safety and a better chance to fight for power and profit are the top priorities."

"Their focus is on that."

"As for the others?"

"Blocking 'Far City' is the only means they can come up with."

"And asking the 'Anomalous Affairs Investigation Bureau' to send an entire squadron is what they think is a compromise. After all, they have taken away the power of a very rare squadron to protect themselves, and what do they want these big shots to do? ?”

"Do you want to transfer the remaining fifty squadrons?"

"impossible."

"They have tried their best. Those civilians are just grateful and complain? That is against the entire Western Federation, and they are the sinners who disrupted the layout of the Western Federation."

The Chief of Staff of the Western Federation Upper House sneered again.

"There are so many people gathered?"

"Are they planning to build a shelter for themselves?"

After Goethe carved an amulet, he picked up another piece of peach wood.

"Ah."

"I have received the news of the retreat here, let me return to the capital 'Ancheng' as soon as possible. In a week's time, 'Ancheng' will enter a full-scale martial law-all unauthorized persons will be prohibited from entering."

"Of course, it doesn't matter if you leave."

"In fact, the current 'Ancheng' has long since lost those people without identity, and they were all sent to 'Far City', where more bait is needed to make 'Ancheng' safe!"

There was resentment on Alston's face.

"When do you plan to return to 'Ancheng'?"

"return?"

Auston had a self-deprecating smile on his face.

"I've just turned down guys who are full of shit in their heads - they want me to be able to keep them and their families safe 24 hours a day."

"One of the guys even proposed that I marry his 200-pound granddaughter and become his grandson-in-law... I am XXX!"

As Alston spoke, he couldn't bear it any longer and cursed loudly.

Then Auston took a deep breath.

"I'm going to 'Far City'."

"Although I don't know how far I can do it, I will try my best."

"I'm here this time to say goodbye to you."

Goethe paused.

He looked up at Auston.

The man over fifty years old with clear crow's feet at the corners of his eyes showed him a smile mixed with anxiety but relief—this is the kind of smile that only a person who is afraid but wants to make himself have a clear conscience.

afraid?

Of course afraid.

But sometimes, fear has to be done.

Guys like them want to have a clear conscience.

Even if you are usually stubborn, arrogant, out of gregarious, even withdrawn, poisonous tongue, yin and yang.

But they have a clear conscience.

"Is that so..."

"Then can I ask you a favor?"

"What are you busy with?"

Auston was taken aback.

Goethe picked up the two mahogany talismans in his hand, stood up, and walked to the small warehouse beside it - this is where the materials of the 'Folk Customs Research Institute' are stored, at least... it was originally.

And now?

card!

Whoa!

When Goethe pushed open the door of the small warehouse, the 2020 mahogany amulets slid out.

Do not!

When Goethe put the two pieces in his hand, it was 2022 pieces.