When the dwarf heard the voice behind him, he didn't care about Walton George at all and ran away.
His already small body shrank to the size of a mouse in an instant and went straight into the corner.
But the next moment, he was captured by the 'Blood Crow Spirit'.
“Squeak, squeak, squeak!”
"Let me go!"
"Goethe Winchester!"
"Do you know what you are doing?"
"Master Maki will not let you go!"
The other party struggled and roared at the back.
At the cell door, Goethe and An stood side by side.
An looked in astonishment at the mouse that was bound in the air by an invisible force - the mouse was not worthy of An's astonishment, but the mouse with a human face was enough to make An astonished.
What's more, he was bound in mid-air by an invisible force.
Goethe, on the other hand, looked indifferent.
Long before, he had used the 'Blood Crow Spirit' to monitor every move here.
Not only does he know everything about the rat-faced man.
And I also learned a thing or two about the person behind the rat-faced man.
After all, the other party was in the southern suburbs of Star City, and Goethe also got the specific address from An - the invisible 'Blood Crow Spirit' became more and more useful after upgrading its level.
Therefore, Goethe simply ignored the rat-faced man's roar.
As his mind moved.
The rat-faced man was torn to pieces by the 'Blood Crow Spirit'.
"Ahem, thank you."
Wharton George coughed and thanked him, looking at Goethe with grateful eyes.
Just now, when he threatened the rat-faced man, he chose this "folklore researcher", but he never expected that Goethe would actually appear and save him.
"You're welcome."
Goethe nodded with a smile, then turned to look at Ann and said quickly, "Let Xiusta take care of Wharton George. We will go to No. 220 South Suburb."
No. 220 South Suburbs, where Walton George temporarily rented before.
Goethe didn't care about this .
What he was concerned about was the dagger he saw through the vision of the 'Blood Raven Spirit'.
On it, he felt the breath of [Bloody Honor].
Good luck!
Goethe kept a smile on his face.
He found that his luck in this secret 'folk' realm was always good.
[Bloody Honor] is not difficult to find here.
Always appears in front of him at the right time.
Moreover, divination also has a certain effect.
"Is it because the 'secret world' before us is conducive to mysterious practices such as divination?"
Goethe guessed in his heart.
Divination is complicated and unreliable.
In the 'Anchor World', attempts in other 'secret worlds' had already told Goethe this truth - it has nothing to do with the 'mystery concentration'. The mystery concentrations in the previous two secret worlds, 'Hassetings' and 'Apocalypse Wasteland', were not much better than here. In fact, the latter was even lower, close to the so-called 'no mystery', but divination was still sometimes effective and sometimes not.
But the secret world of 'folk customs' before us is different.
Here, divination seems to be blessed and can become quite accurate.
But it also seems to be affected by laws such as cycles.
"Maybe we should find a more suitable set of divination tools."
Goethe thought again.
But then he had more ideas.
"Since the folk custom secret world is very inclined towards divination, then among those mysterious people, are there people who are good at divination? And those who are good at divination must have divination tools in their hands."
“It’s really cumbersome to buy it.”
"Why not..."
"Go borrow some ready-made ones."
Making plans in mind.
Sitting on the back seat of An's motorcycle, Goethe quickly arrived at No. 220 Nanjiao.
As soon as he approached the southern suburbs, Goethe felt that he was being watched.
Small pieces.
Full of malicious peeping.
yes……
mouse!
"Not only can you transform mice, but you can also control them?"
Goethe was a little surprised.
It was the first time he encountered a character like a 'tamer'.
This made him even more interested.
You know, he can use the [Unknown Cry] to control the crows. It would be great if he could apply his knowledge to other situations.
squeak!
The motorcycle stopped with the sound of tires rubbing against the ground.
Goethe and Ann looked around.
From the outside, No. 220 Nanjiao is no different from the surrounding buildings.
Moreover, the degree of repair is better and the environment is more elegant.
At least, if a normal person were to choose, he would definitely choose this place instead of anywhere else - especially the flower bed in the yard, which is a plus.
But Goethe and Ann would never choose this place.
Goethe used his superhuman perception to smell the odor of rotting human bones and flesh in the flower beds.
And An?
It is the intuition of the battlefield.
The intuition developed from life and death situations tells An that this place is full of dangers.
"Be careful."
An pulled out a shotgun from a hidden bag on the side of the motorcycle, and pulled out a shotgun chain and several grenades from the other side. The policewoman signaled Goethe to be careful while calling for reinforcements.
However, the intercom, which had been working normally before, suddenly stopped working.
Not just a walkie-talkie.
The same is true for mobile phones.
“Blocked!”
Ann reminded Goethe, her face solemn.
The muzzle of the gun was unconsciously pointed at No. 220 Nanjiao.
Goethe's expression remained the same.
In the vision of the 'Blood Raven Spirit', he stared at the so-called Maki - the other party did not set up anything like a shield around the house, but some kind of secret technique interfered with signals such as electromagnetic waves.
However, what concerned Goethe was the other person's dancing and ecstasy.
"The scroll of fate!"
"I, Maki, will completely become the king of the new era!"
"And all of you bastards who laugh at me will be fed to the rats!"
In the basement, Machi screamed wildly under Goethe's gaze.
This made Goethe frown slightly.
It's not the arrogant attitude of the other party.
But what is in front of me is not a trap!
When An found him and said that there was a "case" that was beyond the scope of ordinary people's cognition, the first thing Goethe thought of was a trap.
He has a good relationship with Ann.
You can find this out with just a little investigation.
Therefore, it is not surprising that An set a trap.
So, at first Goethe was prepared to step into a trap.
but……
It seemed like he was overthinking it.
Looking at Maki in the basement, whose expression was distorted with excitement, Goethe confirmed that he was not acting.
But Goethe did not let his guard down.
On the contrary, he became more vigilant.
It's not just aimed at Maki, but also at those extraordinary people.
After what happened before, it should be well known that the so-called 'Black Sabre' was in his hands, but no one took action. That could only mean one thing: these guys were planning, striving for a fatal blow.
Of course, we cannot rule out trying again.
For example: Machi.
In the sight of the 'Blood Raven Spirit', a squeaking sound kept coming from the other party's mouth.
mouse!
Hundreds of rats began to gather from all directions.
Above ground and underground.
Some leapt from the rooftops.
In an instant, Goethe heard a continuous squeaking sound in his ears.
As the door of Room 220 in Nanjiao opened, more rats poured out like a wave.
"Welcome!"
"I've been waiting here for a long time!"
Maki opened his arms, looking very happy.
The other person looked like an old man, his body was already hunched, his clothes were still neat, but they were full of pungent smell of rat shit, especially the skinny hands that were exposed from under his sleeves.
It looks similar to a mouse's paw.
The skinny claws twisted slightly, and the surrounding mice immediately made squeaking sounds and rushed towards Goethe and An.
Bang bang bang!
An fired several shots.
Not at the mouse, but at Machi who was controlling the mouse.
But it didn't work.
The invisible force field shield blocks the bullet's advance.
"Ma'am, please be quiet."
"Otherwise, you will become a perfect skeleton statue - sold by me to those who like to collect."
"As for you?"
"Goethe Winchester, please hand over the Black Sar."
Maki smiled.
He thought he had victory.
Although the death of his men was an accident, it attracted Goethe.
This accident immediately turned into a surprise.
He never thought it would be so easy to get the Black Sabre.
After all, his abilities were too special.
Only here can it exert its greatest power. Once it leaves here, it will be gone in ten percent.
Therefore, he was greedy for the Black Sabre.
However, he remained restrained.
But this kind of restraint completely disappeared the moment he saw Goethe.
He just wants 'Black Sabre' now!
After obtaining the 'Black Sa', he will have endless power, and his power will not be weakened even if he is away from here - he has no doubt about this. After all, Goethe, an ordinary person , can borrow the power of 'Black Sa', so why can't he, a true extraordinary person like him?
The other party said with a wave of his hand.
The approaching rats began to grimaced.
The sharp teeth and sharp claws make people feel uncomfortable.
It's especially creepy when thousands of tiny eyes are staring at you.
Goethe looked at it and smiled.
His eyes responded to these small eyes.
An took out a grenade.
"Oh, you ignorant woman."
Maki sneered.
Just as he was about to give the order to kill An first, a sudden pain appeared in his eyes, and then spread to his mind. Before Maki could come to his senses, he heard a roar.
roar!
It's a dragon!
That’s right, it’s a dragon!
There have been no dragons in the world since the end of the Boer War.
However, when he heard the roar, Maki instinctively knew that this was a dragon.
Not those subspecies.
It is a real dragon.
"dragon……"
Bang!
Bang bang bang!
Maki murmured softly as the sound of flesh and blood bursting continued around him.
It's his mouse.
The heads of his carefully bred mice exploded one by one.
Blood and flesh flew everywhere.
The screaming continued.
Before Maki could react, all the rats around him were dead or injured. Maki stood there in a daze.
Finished!
It's all over!
All his 15 years of hard work were in vain.
But at this time, Maki couldn't care less.
Goethe Winchester's power was beyond his imagination.
Or rather...
The power of 'Black Sabre' was beyond his imagination.
greedy!
Burning greed spread in his heart!
Just wait!
The 'Black Sabre' must be mine!
I will definitely get the Black Edition!
"You despicable Winchester, just wait for me, I will definitely..."
call!
A scorching cone of flames spurted out from Goethe's palm, directly engulfing the still shouting Machi - at this time, Goethe was already certain that the other party was the one who was pushed out to test his true strength.
"Investigate why Walton George came to rent a house here."
Goethe said this and walked quickly into No. 220 Nanjiao.
An took action immediately.
The secret technique only affects the surrounding area. As long as you leave, your cell phones and walkie-talkies will immediately return to normal.
Just as An quickly sent the text message, Goethe had already picked up the dagger stained with the scent of [Bloody Honor].
Or a knife.
Unlike the dagger which has double-sided opening, this knife has single-sided opening. The handle is made of oak. It is not very fine, but sharp enough.
[Well-maintained dagger: This was once a gift for a young hunter on his coming of age. He and his father lived in a remote mountainous area, still maintaining the habits of a hundred years ago, until a sudden earthquake occurred. The young hunter discovered a laboratory. He was simple-minded and did not think much about it. He just took away some of the things that looked useful to supplement the family income. However, the things that were circulated were noticed by Maki. He tracked them down, killed the hunter and his son, occupied the laboratory, and firmly believed that he was favored by fate and that he deserved more. Therefore, he chose to come to Star City, accumulating strength bit by bit, and took advantage of the situation to kill the tenant with the surname George - Maki stubbornly believed that George was the culprit for the failure of the Boer War.]
[Get Bloody Honor x2]
…
"The descendants of the Mad King chose an ordinary life, but still could not avoid misfortune?"
“It almost feels like a curse.”
"What on earth did this 'Mad King' do to the witches?"
Goethe looked at those words and couldn't help thinking.
The 'Mad King' is very unreliable.
At least in the 'secret world', most of the time, people choose to let themselves go.
However, being the descendant of the 'Mad King' was even worse.
Whether you work hard or idle away, you will encounter misfortune.
Even the same is true for simply living life.
If these descendants of the 'Mad King' knew what was about to happen to them, they would surely be quite desperate.
With such an exclamation, Goethe began to search for No. 220 Nanjiao.
Soon, a notebook caught his attention.
After checking, Goethe opened his notes.
Familiar words and recording methods.
It's the 'Oak Sect'.
Or it could be called 'Celtic blood sacrifice'.
However, unlike the 'Celtic Blood Sacrifice. Wolf', 'Celtic Blood Sacrifice. Vines', and 'Celtic Blood Sacrifice. Flame' he had obtained before, this book did not have a special faction, but was more like a breeding and cultivation manual.
Get closer to the animals you feed by formulating feed.
So as to ultimately achieve the goal of dominating animals.
The less intelligent an animal is, the easier it is to be dominated. In particular, the offspring of the dominated animals will be more obedient.
“No wonder they chose mice.”
Goethe seemed somewhat dazed.
Then, he gave a fair evaluation of the notes in his hand:
It's useful and useless.
The breeding and cultivation process is too long.
And he really didn't have time.
But as a trophy, it's pretty good.
Goethe liked this kind of intellectual stuff.
But he didn't have time to look through it now, so he closed the notebook and put it in his schoolbag.
Then, he looked outside No. 220 Nanjiao.
Ann has returned.
However, at this moment, An had a puzzled look on his face, and his eyes were full of doubts.
As for the source of doubt?
Of course, they are the men in black suits behind the policewoman.
These people were tall and burly, wearing sunglasses, with stiff faces, and walked in a methodical manner. The distance of each step was the same, and they looked like robots. One of them just waved his hand when he approached No. 220 Nanjiao.
"Seal off the scene."
Having said these words, the other party walked straight towards Goethe.
"Mr. Goethe Winchester?"
The other party addressed him as sir and remained respectful.
But Goethe could see that the other party was not used to doing this.
The other person should be someone who habitually obeys orders, not someone who comes for a casual greeting.
Coupled with the rigid movements just now, if it weren't for the lack of the "blood and fire" aura on him, Goethe would have thought he had met a soldier.
After a long period of training.
But aren't there any 'new recruits' who can actually fight in combat?
Goethe guessed, then nodded.
"It's me."
"Hello, Mr. Winchester, I'm Cole from the 'Anomalous Affairs Investigation Bureau' - we are affiliated with the 'Western Federal Bureau of Investigation', which was established half a year ago. It's an organization you may not have heard of."
"But we have the same law enforcement authority as the 'West FBI' detectives."
The other party remained polite and respectful and introduced his background.
Goethe looked at Ann.
Ann nodded, indicating that Cole was not lying.
"You're looking for me?"
Goethe asked the other party why he came.
"It's our director who wants to see you - he has something to ask you, and he asked me to make an appointment with you at a time that suits you, and he will come to visit you in person."
Cole became more polite.
This man, who looked to be only about thirty years old but was starting to go bald, had sweat on his forehead.
He was really not very good at this kind of flattering conversation.
He is more accustomed to pulling out a gun to solve problems.
Clean and crisp.
But he had to obey the director's orders.
For this reason, he recited his speech several times when he came.
But even so, he still kind of forgot.
As a last resort, Cole lowered his head and glanced at the palm of his hand - here, he recorded his subsequent remarks.
He only needed to take a glance at it to recall what to say next.
He is confident in his memory.
What Cole didn't expect was that he was too nervous, his palms were full of sweat, and the words written by pen had already become blurred.
"And then, and then..."
Cole couldn't help but stutter.
He didn't know what to say.
Fortunately, at this moment, his phone rang.
Cole breathed a sigh of relief and gave Goethe an apologetic look.
"I'm going to answer a phone call."
As he said this, the member of the Abnormal Affairs Investigation Bureau ran to the side as if he had been pardoned. However, the person who had just answered the phone let out an uncontrollable cry of surprise.
"What? The director is dead?"
"The murderer is Goethe Winchester?!"