Volume 1: The Gate of Flesh and Blood Chapter 97: Doom text message?
"Eight-foot-sama"!
"Bloody Mary"!
"Half-Dead"!
"The Slit-Mouthed Woman"!
…
The notes on the desk, the photos and annotations on the whiteboard all revolve around these 'folk customs'.
Moreover, each record is very detailed.
It's as if it really happened.
If we remove the prefix 'I heard from a friend' and another prefix 'my friend's friend heard' before each record, it would really be like the truth.
"Such a 'Folklore Research Institute'?"
Goethe whispered to himself.
But there was no rejection at all.
Because, in his opinion, these folk customs might be true.
Some truths are always expressed in absurd ways, or in other words, the truths are hidden in absurd ways .
For example, there are seven incredible events in a certain campus: six of them are just to hide the event that carries the truth.
Moreover, Goethe himself had come into contact with the extraordinary.
What else does he not believe?
"One week!"
"One week to adapt to your current identity!"
"Then……"
"While completing the main quest, do your best to find [Bloody Honor]!"
Goethe was accustomed to making a preliminary plan for himself.
As for how to find [Bloody Honor]?
With the inspiration from the previous "secret realm", Goethe already knew how to start.
'Modeus'!
According to the hint just now, it is obvious that His Majesty the Mad King should have also visited this secret realm.
Then there is a high probability that there will be descendants left, and perhaps it will not be like the 'Anchor World' and the previous 'Secret Realm', where the other party's descendants were slaughtered.
But there should, probably, be one or two who met with misfortune.
He only needs to focus on those one or two.
"Oh, I also need a pendulum!"
"Maybe I could try using a crystal pendant?"
Goethe thought in his heart while he began to carefully read the information he had collected.
Gradually, the sun set in the west and the sky darkened.
The heat in the air dissipated and a cooler feeling appeared.
Goethe raised his hand and pressed the switch on the wall.
The bright light immediately illuminated the entire room. On the tree outside the window, the silhouettes of six or seven crows were revealed under the light.
However, they had no fear or intention of flying away. They just stood on the branches, watching the surroundings like sentinels. After obtaining the [Unknown Sound], Goethe naturally wanted to make full use of it.
As soon as he entered the 'secret realm', Goethe ordered the [Raven Spirit] to gather a group of [crows] that did not exceed the limit.
After a few hours, initial results were seen.
Several crows nearby have been gathered together.
Crows are social birds.
Goethe believed that he would soon have nearly a hundred sentinels.
After stretching his body, Goethe prepared to continue reading.
I have to say that the folklore he collected is quite interesting, and it is completely fine to just read it.
This is especially true in bright lighting.
The 'Anchor World' and the previous 'Secret Realm' were still mainly powered by kerosene lamps, gas lamps and candles.
Not only is it less safe, it is also not as bright as electric lights.
“Thanks to the advancement of technology!”
After Goethe gave his heartfelt praise, he looked at the notes in his hand.
"The content is detailed and the pace is good. If you are short of money, you can try a new argumentative series."
Although not a truly great writer.
But in terms of reading level, Marple still exists.
Putting down the notebook in his hand, Goethe picked up the next one, but before he opened it, his eyes looked towards the door.
Someone is coming!
Through the vision of the [Raven Spirit], Goethe immediately saw two men and women in uniform.
police?
Did 'I' commit a crime?
I don’t remember it!
Goethe was quite sure that 'he' was not in a position to attract the police.
As for him?
He just arrived, how could he possibly offend the police!
Boom, boom, boom!
Just as Goethe was thinking, there was a knock on the door.
"Hello, we are police officers, here are our credentials, there are some things we want to ask you - please rest assured, it's just a routine inquiry, not an interrogation."
The male police officer spoke gently after Goethe opened the door.
The female police officer was looking at Goethe.
The other person was about twenty years old, with neat short hair and a very sharp gaze. He stood there as straight as a javelin, and there was a hint of the "blood and fire" that Goethe was familiar with.
'soldier?'
Goethe guessed.
His eyes swept over the two people's ID cards.
The policeman's name is: Xiusta
The policewoman's name is: An.
Then, he nodded in cooperation.
"good."
As he spoke, Goethe turned aside and invited the two men into the room.
"Are these the subjects of the 'Folklore Research Institute'?"
“It’s quite unique!”
The male police officer saw the photo on the whiteboard and couldn't help but feel curious.
This male police officer has a round face, clean complexion, a baby face and an ordinary body shape. If it weren't for the police uniform on his body, it would be hard to imagine that he is a policeman.
"Do you need some water?"
Goethe did not answer, but asked instead.
In this one-room research institute, the only drink available is water.
"Thanks."
Xiusta thanked him immediately.
“No need!”
An refused coldly, and the female police officer asked directly.
"Do you know Laura?"
"Lola?"
Goethe frowned.
"Lola, Funke, she is also a 12th grader at Green High School."
The female officer gave a more detailed description.
As the other party described, a beautiful, youthful girl appeared in Goethe's mind. He had met her several times at school, but they were not close friends, just passing by.
“I know, but I’m not very familiar with it.”
Goethe answered truthfully.
"Yeah?"
The female police officer stared at Goethe, and Goethe responded calmly.
After the two sides looked at each other for three seconds, Xiusta on the side couldn't help but cough lightly.
"Sorry, Ann, I didn't mean it."
"She was in a different place before."
"Lola Funk just committed suicide by jumping off a building, and there was a text message you sent on her phone - around 2 o'clock in the afternoon. Do you still remember what you sent?"
Xiusta asked after making the atmosphere less tense.
"Was that 'bad luck message' sent by Laura Funke?"
Goethe was very surprised.
It's not surprising why Lola Funk would send him such a "doomed text message".
Instead, he was wondering why Lola Funk had his cell phone number.
It's impossible that they were randomly selected from the student contact manual, right?
"Yes, you don't know?"
"It's very popular among little girls recently."
Xiusta continued to ask.
"I knew it was popular, but I didn't know it was created by Laura Funke."
Goethe still answered truthfully.
The female police officer patrolled the room, stepping like a tiger.
For the next ten minutes, Goethe and Susta asked and answered questions.
Xiusta was very polite.
It is obvious that the other party has concluded that Goethe was implicated innocently.
until--
"Shousta?"
"Come back with Ann soon!"
"Someone jumped off the building at Green High School again!"
An urgent voice came from Xiusta's intercom.
"Mr. Winchester, we are glad to have your cooperation. We will contact you if there is any need!"
Shusta said goodbye to Goethe.
The female police officer quickly rushed out of the room.
Goethe pondered for a moment and followed.
Not curiosity.
Just because of the main quest [Become a recognized folklorist within three months].
As a qualified folklorist, how could I stay out of such cases as the "bad luck text messages" - even if, seriously speaking, the "bad luck text messages" should be classified as urban legends.
But it’s not too much for a ‘folklorist’ to investigate urban legends, right?
Sitting in the taxi, Goethe once again thanked the progress of technology.
It’s not that the carriage is bad.
But taxis are faster, more stable, and have air conditioning.
"9 yuan."
Looking at the numbers on the meter, Goethe took out a 10-yuan bill, took the change from the driver, and pushed the door open to get out of the car.
After glancing at the remaining 123 yuan in property, Goethe's eyes were attracted by the crowd.
Cordons, police and crowds of onlookers.
Without asking, Goethe determined his destination.
Instead of squeezing into the crowd, Goethe chose a higher position.
Immediately, he saw a dead body covered with a white sheet.
The scarlet color spread across the white cloth.
Several patrol officers were setting up a shelter tent around the body.
The two police officers, Xiusta and An, who had just been met, began to question witnesses and investigate the rooftop together with the remaining police officers.
"Were you the first one to discover the body?"
"Yes, no, we discovered it together."
"School ends at 4pm. Why aren't you going home yet so late?"
"We wanted to send Laura a bouquet of flowers, but who knew, who knew that Laura's good friend Liz would also be in trouble!"
"It's 'Doom Text'!"
"Yes, it's 'SMS of Doom'!"
"I didn't forward it, I deleted it, what should I do?"
"It's okay! It's okay!"
“I forwarded it!”
…
Facing a group of students, Xiusta, An and others' questioning was not going smoothly.
The panicked students tried their best to cooperate, but their words were incoherent.
Especially when it comes to "bad luck text messages", people become even more panic-stricken.
This caused a big headache for Xiusta, An and others.
They certainly don't believe in so-called 'doom text messages'.
Even though there have been two "suicide cases" related to "bad luck text messages".
But it must be a coincidence.
Or rather...
There is some connection they don’t know about!
And this connection is the key point!
Officers such as Xiusta and An firmly believe this.
Just where is the contact?
No one can explain it clearly.
As time passed and night fell completely, Xiusta, An and others had to end their questioning.
"Everyone be quiet, everyone go home today!"
"We will come for more detailed inquiries tomorrow!"
Xiusta said routinely.
Suddenly, a group of students were about to leave after being comforted by their teachers.
But at this time——
"etc!"
