Volume 1: The Gate of Flesh and Blood Chapter 27: The persistence we once had will not change!
Sheila is a unique figure in the Garden Club.
In other words, the top card.
She is young, beautiful, and graceful, like a real lady, and she has a fortune that most ladies do not have - the lives of those ladies who rely on their fathers and brothers are not as glamorous as imagined.
A life that depends on others will eventually be shattered when those who depend on you leave.
A tutor would be one of the few options for those ladies.
Just like Goethe's original tutor, he paid equal attention to knowledge and attitude, which made Goethe like him very much.
Unfortunately, after the 'accident' happened, the tutor had to leave.
It's not considered heartless.
But the other person also has to live.
'Goethe' didn't understand.
Goethe understood.
Just like Goethe understood why in his memory, most of the memories about the tutor were gestures, but there .
But in his memory, Sheila had a sweet smile.
Especially the two dimples when she smiled, which made the "him" before obsessed with her. He didn't hesitate to spend a lot of money to listen to the song which he didn't understand.
Even the part about Xila's memory is colorful.
Why?
Because Sheila is prettier than the tutor.
This is Goethe's understanding.
He stood at the door, which was not closed. Many patrolmen were secretly looking over here.
Goethe didn't care about this.
And there is no plan to close.
He just stood at the door, looking at Sheila who was smiling sweetly at him.
"Long time no see, Goethe."
Ms. Sheila did not look embarrassed at all. She walked slowly, picked up the hem of her skirt, bowed like a lady, and closed the door unnoticeably as she bent down.
Then, as he straightened up, sadness and sympathy appeared in the other person's eyes.
"Goethe, I'm sorry."
"I just heard about you yesterday."
"You know, I'm not very well-informed in the Garden Club."
"Are you okay?"
Having said that, the other party took another step forward.
At this time, the other party was only one step away from Goethe.
As the other person walked closer, Goethe discovered that the other person was almost as tall as him.
At the same time, Goethe could clearly hear the other person's slight breathing.
And a hint of sweetness.
Like...
“The sweetness of strawberries.”
Goethe commented.
The other person had obviously brushed his teeth or rinsed his mouth before meeting him.
There is no doubt that this was carefully prepared.
From expressions, words to actions.
It's all like this.
If it was the previous "Goethe", at this time he would definitely follow the other party's rhythm and subconsciously tell about his suffering.
Then, you fall into the opponent's unknown layout.
And now Goethe?
No, not at all.
Ever since he once tried a new posture with a colleague of the opposite sex and the other party almost stabbed him from a Bu to a 1 with one blow, he knew what to do.
Looking at the other person straight in the eye, a trace of sadness appeared on Goethe's face.
"I'm not well."
"Thank you for your comfort, Sheila."
Goethe said so.
"It's fine."
"Is there anything I can help you with?"
"I will help you as much as I can."
Sheila looked so considerate and sympathetic, just like the real thing - she had played this scene hundreds of times, so practice makes perfect.
Moreover, she could also predict what Goethe's reaction would be the next moment.
Politely refuse and say you can do it.
Then, she would express her support and prepare to leave with an embarrassed look on her face. Goethe would definitely ask more questions. After she told him about her difficulties, Goethe, who was impressed by her, would definitely agree.
Perfect!
Xila smiled smugly in her heart.
This kind of simple, stubborn boy who seeks revenge.
She's seen too much.
I already knew what to do.
Xila, who already had a complete picture in her mind, was even prepared for tears to follow her sigh in a while, but at this moment, she suddenly felt a tightening around her waist.
Before she could react, Goethe pressed her face down on the desk.
Then Goethe grabbed her by the skirt.
“Wait, wait!”
Sheila yelled, her voice gaining emphasis from the surprise.
"Didn't you say you would help me?"
Goethe, who was unbuttoning his belt, looked up in surprise.
"I, I'm not talking about this help..."
Xila propped up her upper body with her arms, turned her head and looked at Goethe. She looked pitiful, but there was a coldness in her eyes that Goethe was familiar with.
That is...
Murderous intent!
Although it was fleeting, Goethe captured it.
"I see."
Goethe said this with a look of regret on his face, but he did not take a step back. Instead, he took a step forward and confronted them.
In an instant, a hard object pressed against Xila's body.
Suddenly, Xila's whole body tensed up and her toes were stretched straight.
That is...
muzzle!
The muzzle of a revolver!
Goethe's left hand, which had been hidden behind his back, had already been placed in front of him, pointing the gun at Sheila.
"Goethe, let's stop joking."
Sheila's sweet face was a little stiff.
"You were the one who made the joke first."
Goethe responded coldly.
"I'm sorry, you know, I didn't mean that, I..."
Sheila tried to explain.
However, when he saw the familiar coldness in Goethe's eyes begin to grow stronger, the top star of the Garden Club immediately stopped talking and said directly: "I know where the 'Mist Killer' is!"
"Where?"
Goethe immediately asked.
Xila lay there, and it seemed that she would not say anything until Goethe let her go.
Goethe stared at Xila's back.
A part of the neck was revealed at the back of the white dress, which was whiter than the dress, but not pale. It was a pearly white that emitted a soft glow under the sunlight.
The muzzle of the revolver held in Goethe's right hand was against his back.
After applying a little force, the muzzle of the gun moved along the neck and pressed against the back of the opponent's head.
"Would you like to take a gamble?"
"Which is faster, my gun or your knife?"
Goethe said coldly.
With her back to Goethe, Sheila had a look of surprise on her face. She was sure that Goethe's posture made it impossible to see her double swords, because - her blades were hidden in her shoes.
At the moment when Xila stretched her toes, a blade silently extended from the sole of her shoe. The action of supporting her body while speaking but then lying down caused her ankle to violate the balance of the joints and her foot turned backward 180 degrees.
His calves were slightly retracted, and the two shoes with hidden blades were aimed at Goethe's vest and lower back.
Sheila was sure that she had done all this without anyone noticing.
How did Goethe discover it?
Also, Goethe was not at all as what was collected from the information about him.
other side……
It's like he's a completely different person.
This kind of experience and vigilance is impossible for a teenager!
But the other party is indeed a teenager!
In other words…
Goethe is pretending!
Pretending all along!
The Wayne family does have a secret!
Xila's eyes flickered, and she lowered her legs and retracted her blade. At the same time, she said pitifully again, "I dare not bet, your gun must be faster."
"Let's make a deal."
"I'll tell you where the 'Mist Killer' is hiding. Can you let me go this time?"
As Xila spoke, tears welled up in her eyes and she turned her head to look at Goethe.
Goethe thought for a moment and raised his guns.
However, Xila's expression became more and more rigid.
Because she was still being pushed.
The murderous intent that had just dissipated gathered again.
Just when Sheila was about to kill Goethe regardless of the consequences, Goethe took two steps back.
As if nothing had happened, he walked to the other end of the desk and stood in front of her.
Because of the angle, Xila's face blushed when she looked up.
She had heard and seen a lot in the Garden Club, but there was nothing real.
Not to mention, at such a close distance.
Immediately, Sheila stood up.
He looked at Goethe with shame and anger.
After taking several deep breaths, Sheila finally calmed down.
Her face was cold and her voice no longer had a hint of tenderness.
"The Fog Killer is at 17 Warehouse Street."
After saying that, Xila turned and left.
Looking at Xila's back, Goethe frowned slightly and raised his gun in an instant.
Can,
No trigger was pulled.
Because he got the news about the 'Killer in the Fog'.
Although he didn't know whether it was true or not, according to the deal, he had to let the other party go this time.
Back home, he was always held back by 'keeping his promises', but up until now, he had no intention of changing.
because--
This made him feel like he was still a human being.
Feel like I'm still alive.
that is……
A little tired.
Goethe leaned back in his chair, murmuring softly in his heart.
He stretched, stood up again, and walked to the window. He saw Xila get on the carriage, and saw the carriage go away and merge into the endless stream of people.
At this moment, the police station bell rang twelve times in a row.
"There are still three hours until three o'clock."
