Volume 1: The Gate of Flesh and Blood Chapter 105 begins!
Teacher Judy was stunned.
No!
Teacher Judy, who seemed to be the 'slit-mouthed woman', was stunned.
Looking at Goethe's current appearance, she felt extremely strange in her heart.
It seems like I saw a...
madman!
Especially when she saw the other person's mouth split open, her tongue twirling in her mouth, making a low laugh, but her eyes were extremely clear, it seemed as if Teacher Judy, the 'slit-mouthed woman', had confirmed it.
The other party is not just a madman!
A madman with sanity!
At this time, Goethe kicked her.
Bang!
Teacher Judy, who looked like a "slit-mouthed woman", was kicked to pieces.
Straw was flying and falling all over the sky.
"scarecrow?"
Goethe frowned.
When he was watching the door just now, he noticed something was wrong.
Teacher Judy in front of me had no heartbeat.
From the direction of the bathroom came the sounds of heartbeat and breathing.
Teacher Judy was still alive, so he was in the mood to chat with her, hoping to get some useful information.
But unfortunately, the other party was quite cautious and everything revolved around what he had recorded.
As for why the other party appears here?
Of course it was because he had just gone to the other party’s lair.
The other party who is nearby will naturally visit his home.
The 'Gap-Mouthed Woman' who just disguised herself as Teacher Judy with a scarecrow should be the one who arranged the underground altar!
After all, apart from the other party, Goethe had not met anyone who had mastered "supernatural powers" in the "secret realm" before him.
"Was that the other party's ability just now?"
Goethe guessed.
Then he shook his head.
The ability to use the scarecrow as a puppet just now looked very strange.
But the real power is not strong.
It should be a deliberate attempt by the other party to confuse the enemy.
"Hide the true power!"
"Then……"
"Give me a fatal blow?"
Goethe thought and walked towards the bathroom.
Open the bathroom door...
White.
Damn it!
The scarecrow’s clothes were not his own!
After closing the bathroom door, Goethe walked to the window and shouted to the policewoman who had not yet left in the distance:
"install!"
"I need your help!"
The sound traveled far away.
Everyone heard it.
An, who was washing his hair, immediately stood up straight, took the towel from Xiusta's hand, turned around and walked towards the "Folklore Research Institute".
Behind An, Jialifa was about to crush the mineral water bottle in his hand.
The medical examiner glared at Goethe, who was leaning out of the window.
Then, he raised his 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 quickened his pace and left. Then, when An finally calmed down, he appeared again!"
"Scumbag!"
"Damn scumbag!"
"My An!"
The forensic doctor stood there, gritting his teeth in anger.
"Goethe shouldn't be such a person!"
"He's looking for An, maybe there's something wrong!"
Xiusta on the side couldn't help but say.
"So, you've only been single for twenty-six years!"
The forensic doctor curled his lips.
"I always feel a little unhappy when you say this after being single for 27 years."
Xiusta looked at Jialifa very seriously, and ran away with a big laugh before the other party threw the bottle at him.
'Institute of Folklore Research'.
"How can I help you?"
An asked as soon as he entered the door.
"Take the clothes inside and give them to my teacher."
Goethe pointed at the clothes on the ground with helplessness on his face.
He was thinking about how to explain it.
"These straws?"
Rational An had her own judgment and didn't think too much about it. Instead, she cared more about the straws.
"That guy's test just now!"
Goethe said softly.
"Underground?"
A cold light began to appear in An's eyes.
"Um."
Goethe nodded, then sat in a chair and waited.
When the policewoman woke up the female teacher and helped her put on her clothes, Goethe picked up his "pendulum".
'Is that guy still around?'
The hanging key did not move.
'That guy will attack me again?'
The key still didn't move.
Then, Goethe tried divination several more times, but to no avail.
Obviously, facing someone with [supernatural powers], Goethe's divination was temporarily ineffective.
Goethe had anticipated this.
However, I am still a little disappointed.
“It’s still not strong enough!”
"If my heart was stronger..."
"Maybe we can find clues."
Goethe thought about it and began to search around with the help of the eyes of the [Raven Spirit].
But it's still the same.
There weren't any suspicious people.
It is obvious that the arrival of the police meant that the other party did not come back in person, and he should be controlling .
Moreover, the 'Scarecrow' should have abilities similar to invisibility!
You have to know that he has crows everywhere around him, so it is impossible for the other party to sneak in quietly!
"Can disguise!"
"It can also turn invisible!"
"And he has bad intentions towards me!"
Goethe's eyes gradually turned cold.
…
Star City, somewhere.
puff!
A man wearing a huge hooded sweater opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.
The burning blood sprayed on the scarecrow in front of him.
Bang!
With a dull thud, the scarecrow broke into pieces.
"Winchester!"
"Do you think your adopted son can stop me?"
"Stop daydreaming!"
"I'll let you know what regret is!"
The other party growled in a low voice.
The sound is like that of a wild animal.
After more than ten seconds, the roar finally stopped.
Standing up from the ground, the other party 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 was much easier than Goethe had imagined.
Teacher Judy generously expressed her forgiveness for Goethe.
However, Teacher Judy didn't know how she fainted.
The math teacher only remembered waiting for Goethe in the room, and then he suddenly fainted.
However, there is one thing that this math teacher remembers clearly.
The police arrived nearby before she fainted.
She heard sirens.
This confirms Goethe's conjecture.
The other party did choose a safer approach because of the arrival of the police.
It also proves that the other side is afraid of large-scale firearms.
Otherwise, with the other party's character capable of "blood sacrifice", he would not be so "shy".
This made Goethe feel a little relieved.
At least, if the bullet can injure the opponent, then it is within his ability to deal with.
However, Goethe did not stop improving his own abilities.
In the following days, he tried to use divination to determine the whereabouts of [Bloody Honor], but it seemed that his luck had run out, or it might be that he was affected by the attacker's 'supernatural power'.
Divination is not without results.
It’s the wrong result.
'Maybe I should buy some crystals?'
"Try the more mysterious 'Pendulum'?"
Goethe was thinking, his eyes wandering involuntarily.
This made Judy frown as she stood in front of Goethe.
"Mr. Winchester, please focus!"
“Now we are learning!”
The math teacher tapped the table gently to remind Goethe.
Since that day, the math teacher would always help Goethe with his lessons during breaks.
Faced with such good intentions, Goethe refused, but his refusal ineffective.
Teacher Judy said that even if Goethe dropped out of school, she would still come to give Goethe extra lessons as usual - until he completed the mathematics courses up to the twelfth grade.
"Teacher Judy, some people are born with gifts."
“But some people are just not born with talent.”
“No matter how hard you try, you can’t do what a gifted person can do.”
Goethe tried again to convince his math teacher.
“That’s because you didn’t work hard enough!”
The math teacher emphasized.
"Yes, if you don't try hard, you won't know what despair is."
Goethe smiled wryly.
Goethe tried to study hard in Judy's math class, but he could not last more than five minutes before his thoughts became confused. Once he studied for more than ten minutes, he began to feel dizzy.
Even if I pinched myself, I couldn't stay awake.
"Goethe, you shouldn't be so discouraged, you have to believe that you can do it!"
"I'll do my best to help you!"
"Help you regain your former achievements!"
"It will also help you get into college!"
Teacher Judy pushed up her glasses and said very seriously.
This look made Goethe involuntarily think of his homeroom teacher in his hometown - that homeroom teacher taught Chinese, a thin and small old lady, who was usually kind and tolerant of the naughty Goethe. She would always take out her free time to selflessly help Goethe improve his grades, and would bring him some food and drinks every day.
But the incident that Goethe remembered most clearly was not about tutoring, but about a fight he had with a student from another school.
Seven or eight people from the other side surrounded him, and everyone around him was frightened.
But it was this old lady who stood in front of him and told those people.
'This is my student, no one can touch him.'
Goethe, who was lying on the ground, saw the old lady standing in front of him. His legs were shaking a little, but he kept his arms outstretched with no intention of lowering them. His thin body was as strong and tall as a mountain.
At that moment, Goethe felt a sense of reliance.
It's because of this sentence.
It was because of the sense of dependence I felt at that time.
Goethe got first place in all subjects in the final Chinese exam that year.
It was precisely because Teacher Judy and the old lady were so similar in their persistence that Goethe was completely unable to reject the other party with the toughest means.
This put Goethe in torment.
Let’s finish it soon!
Goethe prayed in his heart.
But the cruelty of reality forced Goethe to concentrate on the exercises in front of him.
When he was about to fall asleep again——
Ding-a-ling!
The phone rings.
Yes, An.
Goethe raised his cell phone to indicate, and after Judy nodded in agreement, he answered the call.
"Rudy is dead!"
"That's the friend of little Kyle!"
As soon as Goethe answered the phone, An immediately said.
As if worried that Goethe had forgotten who the other person was, An reminded him kindly.
Then the policewoman continued.
"There was also a sentence carved on the other person's body with a knife—"
"I know what you did last summer!"
