Volume 1: The Gate of Flesh and Blood Chapter 115: Times have changed?

"What is a 'folklorist'?"

"Today, Yali will take everyone to explore the life of 'folklorist' Goethe Winchester!"

In the police station cafeteria, a talk show was playing on TV.

Old Jerry, who had ordered a plate of sliced sausages, mashed potatoes and corn chips, watched the show with great interest.

This was the fifth time he had watched a similar program in two days.

But still not tired.

Because, in every show, Goethe Winchester will show "power beyond mortal cognition".

For example, he can confirm who is speaking.

For example, he could tell how many people were in a room from across the room.

besides……

It's divination!

Old Jerry loves this part the most.

Because, thanks to this ability, everyone in the police station has avoided a lot of unnecessary casualties.

"I want sausage and mashed potatoes, no corn flakes, and a spoonful of lettuce."

Xiusta took the food tray and sat down opposite Old Jerry.

"How about it?"

"nailed it?"

Old Jerry looked at the younger generation with a smile.

"Well, the gas company has re-laid the pipeline and guaranteed that similar explosions due to gas leaks will not happen again. However, Jialifa can only work in the bureau for the time being."

Xiusta scooped a spoonful of mashed potatoes and ate while talking.

Then, the enthusiastic policeman saw a special interview about Goethe on TV.

"Goethe has really become famous this time."

"I heard from An that his appointment has been scheduled for two months later."

"The director wants Goethe to be a special advisor, but I'm afraid that's going to be..."

Xiusta didn't finish his words, but his expression said it all.

"Our director?"

"How long will it take for that guy to be caught?"

“I’ve been looking forward to it.”

Old Jerry whispered.

Such words immediately made Xusta agree.

"This bastard, I had already caught the tail of the Pentel Manor case, but he asked me to give up!"

"Damn it!"

Xiusta cursed under his breath.

Old Jerry frowned.

"You didn't refuse?"

The oldest logistics manager in the police station asked immediately.

"I'm not stupid, of course I won't refuse!"

"We must continue the investigation, privately and secretly!"

Xiusta laughed.

Why does everyone like Old Jerry?

Of course it’s because Old Jerry treats them as family.

It's like an elderly parent who may nag you occasionally, but he really means it for your own good.

"That's good! That's good!"

"If you need any equipment, just tell me!"

"I'll help you with that!"

Old Jerry let out a sigh.

He was really afraid that Xusta would get into trouble out of impulse.

If there is another threat to life, that would be something Old Jerry would never want to see.

After all, he has seen too much over the years.

"An got so much equipment from you before, you won't be in trouble, right?"

Xiusta asked.

"trouble?"

"Only in this way will those bastards treat me as one of their own."

"Compared to them?"

"This is really just a drop in the bucket."

Old Jerry laughed.

But immediately, his brows frowned slightly.

"Will An be okay?"

"She got a lot of tough guys out of me."

Concern once again appeared on the old man's face.

"Don't worry, An has Goethe by his side."

"With him here, everything will be fine!"

Xiusta pointed at Goethe who was being interviewed on TV, full of confidence.

…

Outside the police station, in the restaurant.

Jialifa sat opposite An with avocado salad and whole wheat bread.

Because he couldn't get used to the food in the police station - even though Old Jerry tried his best to make sure everyone ate well, for someone who pursued health, the food in the police station was too greasy, and the protein and carbohydrate content was too high.

So, she chose the restaurant.

As for An?

She was dragged here by force.

As a 'reward' for An to temporarily live in her house.

“Stop looking!”

"This guy is a scumbag!"

"And you're a fool!"

"Nothing happened, and you let him live in the house?"

"Is it really like 'I said one sentence and the woman spent 800,000 on me'?"

Jialifa couldn't help but complain when he saw his friend staring at Goethe on TV.

"Goethe is useful."

"Besides, he paid for it."

An emphasized.

"Did you take it then?"

Garifa asked back.

"No."

"He needs the money more than I do now."

An shook his head.

Seeing his friend's appearance, Jialifa immediately covered his face.

"You are hopeless!"

The female medical examiner muttered.

Then, he looked at Goethe on TV with dissatisfaction.

"What do you want from him?"

"Looking handsome? That means he's better than an average person!"

"Great deception? Come on, you're a policeman!"

The female forensic doctor poked hard at the salad on the plate, venting her dissatisfaction.

"He... is a great dancer."

An lowered her head slightly, and when she thought of Goethe's dance two nights ago, her face immediately turned red and the coldness in her voice began to dissipate.

"Dance?"

“What kind of advantage is that?”

The female medical examiner rolled her eyes.

And An chuckled and looked at Goethe on TV again.

The white shirt really suits Goethe.

Especially when dancing.

…

A-choo!

Goethe, who was making cumin seasoning, couldn't help but feel an itch in his nose. He immediately covered the seasoning jar, turned his head and sneezed.

After making sure the seasoning was not contaminated, Goethe took the cumin, chili powder, salt and olive oil to the outdoor barbecue grill.

A cleaned and gutted lamb was already on the barbecue grill.

Pieces of charcoal were neatly placed in the brazier.

Goethe raised his hand, a flash of fire appeared in his palm, and a ball of flame shot into the basin.

call!

The flames flickered and the charcoal burned rapidly.

Goethe began to grease the lamb.

In fact, roasting is not the best choice for such tender lamb.

Stew it!

Use a huge oven, hang the whole lamb in it, and stew it using the residual heat from the flame.

The meat is delicious and juicy.

It’s a pity, let alone such a big oven.

The barbecue grill and brazier in his hands were both made by Goethe himself.

Although there was no optimal choice, it did not hinder Goethe .

Eating is a pleasure!

Making food is also fun!

When eating and making food are combined, it's double the fun!

Goethe enjoyed this pleasure.

Even when unexpected guests came to his door, Goethe ignored them.

This uninvited guest had deep wrinkles on his face. He was wearing a black suit and clean leather shoes. He had the shrewdness of a businessman, but also a bit of the competence of an official.

"Is Lord Winchester's adopted son so rude?"

The other party said coldly.

Goethe seemed to be deaf as he tore off a piece of crispy roasted lamb, dipped it in salt and put it into his mouth.

Just the initial flavor of meat and salt.

But very delicious.

Then Goethe tore off another piece of mutton.

This time, cumin and chili were sprinkled on it.

Different from the initial fresh and direct taste, this is a kind of wonderful "match made in heaven".

Suddenly, Goethe's appetite was whetted.

He picked up the whole lamb and began to devour it.

The uninvited guest frowned when he saw this scene.

“Arrogant!”

"Do you think you are invincible just because you killed Bobbitt?"

"Even your adopted father Winchester isn't so arrogant!"

The uninvited guest snorted coldly.

Then more people showed up.

At least a hundred people!

These people were coming from the distant streets.

Each one was fully armed.

They had ferocious expressions and murderous eyes, and the muzzles of their guns were aimed at Goethe.

And Goethe?

Still eating roast lamb.

"Do you really think that you can do whatever you want just because you have a little power?"

"Goethe Winchester, didn't your adoptive father tell you that times have changed?"

The other party sneered again.

Moreover, this time, there was a strong contempt on the other party's face.

"Hand over the things, I can guarantee your safety."

"Otherwise, you will be brought to justice."

Amidst the threatening words, hundreds of elite soldiers began to surround Goethe.

"law?"

"It's a perfect fig leaf."

"Congressman Bolton, every time you use the name of law, that is when I admire you the most!"

A voice sounded, and a figure appeared on the roof behind Goethe.

This was a short young man with his hands in his trouser pockets, standing on the roof, looking at Goethe with a smile.

Not just this one.

On the rooftops to the left and right of Goethe, two other people appear together.

On the left is a thin middle-aged man with a snake spitting out .

On the right is a person wrapped in a cloak, whose face and gender cannot be seen clearly.

In the large encirclement of a hundred fully armed men, a small encirclement appeared around Goethe.

“Jeffrey?”

"Are you going to break the rules you set?"

The congressman called Bolton looked at the three people who appeared and immediately stepped back. When he stood behind the fully armed soldiers, he spoke again.

"Aren't rules made to be broken?"

"Besides, we and Goethe are not breaking the rules."

"On the contrary, it is against the rules for ordinary people like you to join us!"

Short Jeffrey wagged his finger.

"My men, my guns, that's the rules!"

Standing surrounded by his subordinates, the congressman is full of confidence.

"Why don't you give it a try?"

The short young man was still talking with a smile, but there was a coldness in his eyes.

The soldiers around the congressman immediately raised their guns and aimed.

The two sides are on the verge of a war.

The atmosphere began to solidify.

All that was left was the sound of swallowing food.

Goethe, who was ignored by these people, was still chewing the roasted lamb slowly. When he had finished the last bit of meat, words that only Goethe could see appeared before his eyes:

tomato

【Recognition rate reaches 100%! 】

[Main mission completed! ]

【The punishment disappears! 】

[After 10 minutes, it will automatically return to the anchor point world! ]

【The countdown begins! 】

…

Looking at the prompt in front of him, Goethe clapped his hands and stood up.

The timing was better than he expected.

It was worth it that he spent all his savings to build up momentum for himself.

This way, he can give it a try!

Goethe glanced at the people around him and smiled.