Volume 1: The Gate of Flesh and Blood Chapter 98 Blood Crow!
Everyone was stunned and looked towards the source of the sound.
Goethe walked out of the shadows to the street light with a faint smile, just like an actor stepping onto the stage.
"Goethe Winchester?!"
Many people in the crowd knew Goethe and exclaimed in surprise.
Especially the two police officers Xusta and An, who had just met Goethe, were even more surprised.
Xiusta scratched his head, looking curious.
"Mr. Winchester, what can I do for you?"
the officer asked kindly.
An, who was standing aside, stared at Goethe with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
" Well, there's a little thing."
Goethe nodded and glanced at the thoughtful Ann. It was obvious that this female police officer who had experienced the baptism of war was much more perceptive than Xusta and others. Perhaps if she was given a little more time, she would be able to find out that something was wrong.
Of course, it is also possible that nothing will be gained.
However, this has nothing to do with Goethe.
He is not familiar with the other party.
There is no reason to point fingers at the other person.
He stood up only because he wanted to complete the main task [become a recognized folklorist within three months].
Goethe cast his eyes on a boy in the crowd.
The man had a childish face, and was wearing a long-sleeved shirt and trousers similar to a school uniform. He looked no different from the other students around him, except that his sleeves were not rolled up, but tightly let down and buttoned.
"You are the murderer, right?"
Goethe asked with a smile.
Although it was a question, the tone was full of affirmation.
"Winchester, what are you talking about?"
"How could I possibly kill someone?"
The boy yelled.
The other person's heart beat more and more violently.
Dong, dong, dong, it sounded like drum beating in Goethe's ears.
When his physical fitness became four times that of an ordinary person, Goethe became more and more fond of using his "body" to "solve cases".
There is no need to search for clues like a famous detective.
All you have to do is stand there, listen for abnormal heartbeats, and observe abnormal expressions.
Although this trick may not be 100% effective, for example, Goethe could not hear anything abnormal in the heart of the owner of the Pine Nut Hotel, as his heartbeat was completely normal from beginning to end.
But it was just that one guy.
The rest worked fine.
And that is what Goethe just did.
The murderer obviously did not have the self-control of the owner of the Pine Nut Hotel. Goethe just stood in a secluded place and took a quick glance to find the only abnormality in the crowd.
Then, after careful observation, he immediately identified the other person as the murderer.
"You are slandering me!"
The other party was shouting hysterically.
This situation attracted the attention of the surrounding police.
Now the other party was even more panicked.
"You said I killed someone, show me the evidence!"
"There is no evidence, it's just slander!"
It was obvious that the other party was completely confused.
In fact, before this, the other party's concealment was pretty good. At least he kept his face calm. And with the help of many people around and the dim light, he successfully deceived the police who were questioning him.
However, when Goethe directly exposed it, the other party felt guilty.
Goethe had no intention of continuing to tangle with the other party.
"Aren't you hot?"
As Goethe spoke, his eyes turned to the other person's rolled-up sleeves.
An, who had been observing Goethe, immediately rushed over and wanted to check his sleeves, but the boy refused to let her and took out a utility knife from his pocket.
"Don't come over here!"
The boy yelled.
But it was useless as An kicked him on the wrist. As the utility knife fell to the ground, An threw him to the ground over his shoulder. An took the opportunity to roll up his sleeves.
Two clear scratches appeared in everyone's eyes.
"Go check Liz's nails!"
Ann said loudly.
"Not only Liz's, but also Laura's."
Goethe on the side added.
When everyone's eyes turned to him again, Goethe laughed.
"In the same place, within a short period of time, a series of 'suicides' occurred. You don't think there is no connection between them, do you?"
Suddenly, everyone understood.
The police acted quickly.
After a while, the results came out.
The scratches were left by Laura.
Facing the evidence, the boy who was pinned to the ground raised his head and shouted loudly—
"I like Laura, what's wrong with that? I asked Liz to invite her to the rooftop for me, and I wanted to confess my love to her, but she dared to reject me and even resisted me, so I accidentally pushed her down!"
"That bitch Liz actually threatened me! She even tried to blackmail me! I pushed her down too, what's wrong with that?"
“I’m not wrong!”
Such words made the people around frown.
An, the policewoman, showed undisguised disgust on her face.
"Like is not forced!"
"You have broken the law!"
"You will definitely be severely punished!"
The female police officer shouted coldly.
"Severe punishment?"
"Hahaha!"
“My father is a city councilman!”
"I'm not yet an adult!"
"I'll be fine!"
The boy laughed loudly, and the people around him couldn't help but scold him.
And Goethe?
His expression turned cold instantly.
He walked up to the other person and just looked down at him as if he was looking at a maggot.
"Guess how I know you killed someone?"
Goethe asked.
"Why?"
The boy immediately stopped laughing and looked at Goethe with a puzzled look.
The other party thinks they have done a good enough job and it is impossible to be discovered.
At least, it shouldn't be discovered so quickly.
"She told me."
Goethe pointed to the bodies in the distance blocked by tents.
The boy was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter again.
"How can a dead person tell you?"
"You're lying!"
"Sure enough, you were just lucky to find me!"
“Damn it!”
"I was so careless!"
The boy said angrily.
Goethe looked at the murderer and laughed.
"oh?"
"Why can't a dead person tell me that you killed her? As a 'folklorist', I mean it."
"Right?"
"Have you heard of 'Blood Crow'?"
Goethe looked at the other person with a smile.
"'Blood Crow'?"
"Yes, 'Blood Crows' - a kind of ghost, the ghosts of murdered girls after their death. They appear in the form of crows and will devour the eyes and hearts of those who have murdered them. Their black feathers will be dyed red with blood. I call them 'Blood Crows'."
After saying this, Goethe turned around and left without giving the other party a chance to speak.
"fraud!"
"Who would believe your lies?"
"Just wait!"
"When I come out, I will never let you go!"
"I'll be out soon!"
the murderer roared.
You have no chance!
Goethe said coldly in his heart.
As Goethe's back disappeared into the night, a hint of doubt appeared in An's eyes.
Just now, she felt a murderous aura from Goethe.
besides……
A very familiar smell.
That is the breath forged by blood and fire.
Did Goethe Winchester go to the battlefield?
When this thought came to An's mind, the policewoman immediately shook her head. When she went to ask Goethe in the afternoon, she had already read Goethe's information.
The other party has never really left this city since he was born.
Not to mention going to the battlefield.
Also, the other person’s age!
How could an 18-year-old boy go to the battlefield?
Could it be that he went to work during the summer vacation?
Impossible!
Maybe I'm feeling wrong?
After denying the suspicion in his heart, An immediately winked at his partner.
Regardless of whether she felt she was wrong or not, the policewoman would not leave Goethe alone.
People like Goethe who "speak out for justice" should not be harmed.
At least, she wouldn't allow it.
Xiusta immediately nodded knowingly and quickly chased after him.
A murder case disguised as a suicide has come to an end.
The teachers and students of Green High School are still discussing it.
However, soon, the students burst into cheers.
Because of a homicide, Green High School was suspended for one day.
Moreover, the rest time on Saturdays and Sundays will not be taken up due to class suspension.
This news brought smiles to the faces of even the saddest students.
Young people, where is there any sorrow?
To them, life, death and separation are all like a game.
Game over? Just start over.
Whether success or failure.
They all have a chance to start over.
They are newborn calves.
They are fearless.
Under the sunshine, they ran forward.
But some?
But different!
The evil that breeds from darkness will turn those people into demons in human skin. They are unscrupulous and have no scruples.
Because they know they have...
Absolute advantage!
That's what Barry thought.
Even at this moment, he had already entered the police station's cell, with an iron fence as thick as two fingers in front of him and only a toilet and a ventilation window behind him.
"Where's the bed?"
"I'm going to sue you for abuse!"
Barry yelled.
An's response was to hit the other person in the abdomen with the baton in his hand.
Bang!
Barry immediately held his stomach and fell to his knees.
But he raised his head and shouted even louder.
"You're done!"
"I will definitely tell my father!"
"He will definitely suspend you!"
An ignored the shouting.
He just glanced at the other person with disgust and walked out.
Outside the door, a policeman whispered.
"Be careful."
"The guy's father has arrived with his lawyer."
"He will most likely be released on bail."
"bail?"
Ann raised her voice.
"He is a minor, and his family can afford a lawyer and pay bail - according to the law, he can be released on bail."
The policeman looked helpless.
"He killed someone!"
“Two people!”
An emphasized.
"Even if he killed the president, as long as his family can afford a big enough lawyer, he can be acquitted."
The policeman became more and more helpless.
"FxxK! Sxxxt!"
An cursed loudly, and his breathing became rapid because of anger.
The female police officer threw her baton to the ground and spoke angrily.
"Now I hope that 'Blood Crow' is real!"
"It's better to take his father with him!"
"His father must be no good to have a son like this!"
The elderly policeman patted Ann's shoulder with understanding, helped her pick up the baton, and spoke in a low voice.
"Of course it's not a good thing!"
"Do you know about the hit-and-run accident that killed a mother and daughter last year?"
"It was that guy at the time, but in the end the judge acquitted him because his car was stolen two hours before the accident!"
"Then, a guy who couldn't even tell the difference between the brake and the accelerator came to turn himself in!"
"If 'Blood Crow' is real, I hope that guy gets what he deserves!"
The elderly policeman couldn't help but sigh, and then he murmured in a lower voice that only he could hear -
"pity……"
"'Blood Crow' is fake."
