Facing Austin's enthusiastic inquiries, Goethe showed a kind smile.
This is the attitude he needs from the other party.
Goethe had a guess as to where Gert came from.
And what about Auston who has been hiding nearby?
Goethe also guessed something.
Both of them should be from the "Western Federal Government", and they are the kind of people who hold high positions - otherwise, Kurno would not have been begging for mercy to Gert over the phone.
However, the two are clearly opposites.
Auston has a strong desire to kill Gert.
When Gert died, he thought it was Austin who did it.
Goethe did not know what conflict had occurred between the two sides, nor did he want to know.
He only knew that by borrowing the power represented by the other party, he could better achieve his goals.
Collect [Bloody Honor]!
That’s right!
Just collect [Bloody Honor]!
This was his original purpose of returning to the secret realm of 'folk customs'.
That was why he had noticed the trap but still jumped into it.
Otherwise, according to Goethe's character, he would never be so "passive".
Of course, the person in front of him is Austin, whom he has met once and can be said to be a normal person. If it were that pervert Gert, he would definitely not cooperate no matter how much the other party offered.
because……
So disgusting!
That kind of guy should have his ashes scattered.
"Yes, I am looking for anything to do with 'Prophet George' and his descendants."
Goethe nodded.
Facing Goethe's kind smile, Austin felt a chill in his heart.
The other party who finally heard Goethe's answer spoke immediately.
"I think we can work together!"
"As you expected, I have some influence in the Western Federal Government and can help you find what you want. You just need to maintain your normal attitude."
"normal?"
Goethe asked with interest.
"Yeah, normal."
"Just ask you to keep living your life, going to school, taking exams, and studying folklore."
"Of course, we will give you corresponding subsidies for your living. A family trust will appear in your name tomorrow, and money will be deposited into your account at a fixed time every month. At the same time, you will also get more conveniences. You will have the title of 'Honorary Director of the Western Federal Bureau of Anomalous Affairs Investigation'. You can exercise the same rights as the director, but you don't need to pay any obligations. If you encounter something that interests you, not only the 'Western Federal Bureau of Anomalous Affairs Investigation', but also the 'Western Federal Bureau of Investigation' will serve you."
Auston said cautiously.
"not enough."
Goethe shook his head.
"What else do you need?"
Auston became more cautious.
"Secret technique!"
Goethe stated his conditions.
After hearing this condition, Austin breathed a sigh of relief.
He was really afraid that Goethe would make perverted requests similar to those made by Gert. When facing Gert, he could still refuse, but what about Goethe who could kill Gert in seconds?
He didn't have the nerve to refuse.
He was not afraid of death.
Rather, it was the fall of the Western Federation.
Auston knew very well how terrible it would be when a person had no bottom line.
And what happens when a powerful person has no bottom line?
That would be a disaster!
Jert claims to be number one within the Western Federation.
Although it was exaggerated, the actual strength should be ranked in the top ten - otherwise, those old guys in the Western Federation Senate would not allow the other party to act recklessly.
Jert is in the top ten, so where does Goethe, who can kill Jert in seconds, rank?
Top five?
Top three?
Or...
First?
If such a person goes crazy, the entire Western Federation will be doomed.
Therefore, as long as Goethe remained calm, no matter how excessive his demands were, Austin would agree.
What's more, Goethe's demands were not excessive.
"All the secret arts of the Western Federation will be open to you."
“It’s there for you whenever you need it.”
Auston made the promise without hesitation.
Goethe laughed again.
Why did he choose the 'folk' secret realm?
It's just for this moment.
He doesn't need to do anything himself, everything he wants will appear in front of him, he just needs to show his strength - this is the benefit of having complete 'rules'.
What if it was in that secret place like the 'apocalyptic wasteland'?
Even if he killed everyone, he would not have achieved the current results.
"And... I need to know everything about 'Black Sa'."
"Of course."
"In an hour, I will send everything about 'Heisa' to your 'Folklore Research Institute'."
When Austin heard the word "and", his heart began to rise again, but when Goethe finished speaking, his heart immediately fell back into his stomach.
Of course, matters concerning the 'Black Samurai' are extremely confidential.
But when Goethe became the 'Honorary Director of the Western Federal Bureau of Anomalous Affairs Investigation', it was no longer a secret.
After that, they talked about some details, and with Auston's almost 'bottomless' promise, the two sides had a more pleasant chat.
By the time Goethe returned to the police station, everything was settled.
"Goethe, are you okay?"
When Teacher Judy saw Goethe, she ran over immediately.
The shirt couldn't stop that.
The waves were surging as the water swayed up and down, causing Goethe to squint his eyes.
It's really dazzling.
"I'm fine."
Goethe took a deep breath and replied.
"Very good."
"That's great."
Teacher Judy almost cried for joy.
For an ordinary person like Teacher Judy, today's experience was too complicated and exciting - when she was delivering the test papers, she suddenly heard that her students had a car accident. Then, after arriving at the police station, she found that everything was a conspiracy. Then there were gunshots and explosions. If she hadn't had to maintain her dignity as a teacher in front of her students, she would probably have cried long ago.
"Don't worry, everything is over."
Looking at Teacher Judy's appearance, Goethe couldn't help but comfort her.
Teacher Judy is undoubtedly a good person.
Not only is she good-looking and has a good figure, but she is also very responsible.
He is a dedicated teacher.
We treat all poor students like him equally.
Therefore, Goethe did not mind returning more kindness to the other party.
"Well, then you must be on time for tomorrow's make-up exam."
"I won't take the wrong test paper this time."
Teacher Judy nodded and instructed Goethe.
Goethe: ...
Sometimes, being too diligent is not a good thing.
When something so exciting happens to you, you should at least postpone it for two more days!
Goethe couldn't help but complain.
"If you fail the make-up exam, I will try my best to give you make-up lessons and give you a second chance to take the make-up exam."
"But you must work hard and not give up tomorrow's make-up exam just because you have a second chance to do so."
When Teacher Judy left, she couldn't help but remind him again.
"Yeah, I will definitely pass it."
Goethe answered confidently.
If he had been a little hesitant before.
Now?
No need.
How could it be possible for the 'Honorary Director of the Western Federal Bureau of Anomalous Affairs' to fail the math make-up exam?
Watched Teacher Judy get in the car and leave.
Goethe turned and returned to the police station.
After An's attack, the police station became very messy, but also very orderly. When all those guys who were in cahoots with Kurno were caught, all the police officers saw hope.
Xusta is full of energy and is busy running around.
Old Jerry, whom Goethe had met once, was quickly flipping through and approving documents.
but……
Goethe did not see Ann.
"Are you looking for Ann?"
Garifa stood there with his arms folded.
Even after squeezing hard with both arms, it was still flat and you could only see the soles of your feet at a glance.
"Um."
Goethe nodded.
"I know where she is."
"But before I tell you, can you answer a question for me?"
Jialifa just received a text message from his good friend An.
It was a farewell text.
An is leaving.
And asked her not to tell Goethe.
However, Jialifa couldn't help but want to remind Goethe.
Of course, it’s not a direct reminder.
So, she started acting according to her own script.
As for why not tell me directly?
Because Jialifa is not convinced!
She was very unwilling because she was the one who came first.
Why do we have to face this kind of failure?
Moreover, now we have to do this for the happiness of others?
It really made her very unhappy.
But she couldn't really say nothing.
So, at this time, she could only stare at Goethe, trying not to miss any of Goethe's expressions - although she was a forensic doctor, she had also learned micro-expressions, and she had to use her own judgment to confirm whether Goethe was really suitable for Ann.
However, the more she did this, the more angry and upset the female forensic doctor felt.
What’s even more infuriating is that Goethe actually laughed.
Goethe, who was standing in front of her, raised the corners of his mouth and just laughed.
"why are you laughing?"
The female forensic doctor frowned.
"Do you still remember my identity?"
Goethe asked.
“High school student.”
The female forensic doctor blurted out.
"Another one."
"Swindler."
The female forensic doctor gave the answer without hesitation.
However, after the words came out, the female medical examiner added with a little hesitation: "He is a fraudster who still has some bottom line. He is much better than those bastards who call themselves 'mediums' and 'psychics'."
"But that doesn't mean I will just tell you where Ann is."
At this point, the female forensic doctor was still refusing to give in.
"Not a 'medium', not a 'psychic'."
"It's 'Folklorist'."
Goethe emphasized.
Then he turned and left.
"you?"
The female forensic doctor was stunned.
"Since I'm a 'folklorist', it would only make sense for me to use some 'folklore methods' to find An, right?"
Goethe said this and walked quickly forward.
As he was about to walk out of the police station, Goethe paused.
"Thanks."
A clear voice reached the ears of the female forensic doctor.
When the female medical examiner looked up, Goethe had already disappeared.
The female forensic doctor stared at the door of the police station, with an expression that was hard to conceal loneliness.
She was seen through.
So unhappy!
But, maybe these two people are the most suitable.
Although she was reluctant to admit it, it was actually the case.
She was able to guess some of the things her friends were hiding, and it was precisely because of these things that she was so interested in her friends.
And Goethe?
Some things are hidden as well.
And, even more mysterious.
Only mystery and mystery are suitable together, right?
Someone like her who can be seen through at a glance?
He is only fit to stay in the morgue with the corpses.
After all, corpses don't lie.
"Galifa? Galifa?"
"Do me a favor."
"Send this to old Jerry."
Xusta, who knew nothing about this place, assigned the female forensic doctor, and the already resentful female forensic doctor immediately found an outlet to vent her anger.
She walked up to Xiusta.
While Xiusta was staring blankly, someone stepped on the top of his foot.
"ah!"
"You're crazy!"
Xiusta screamed.
"You provoked me first!"
After the female forensic doctor said this, she turned around and left.
She is going back to her new studio.
She felt that the morgue and the dissection table gave her more peace of mind.
The female medical examiner left.
Leaving everyone looking at each other in bewilderment, and Xusta who looked confused and had no idea what was going on.
"Shusta!"
shouted Old Jerry.
"What's wrong?"
Xiusta has respect for old Jerry.
It's not just because of the help given to them by Old Jerry, but also because Old Jerry made a great contribution to the collection of evidence about Curno and others this time.
If it weren't for old Jerry's pretended collusion, they would never have been able to succeed so smoothly.
"Shusta you should have some reaction!"
Old Jerry said.
"Um?"
Xiusta was stunned, and confusion appeared on his face again.
"How do you feel about Garifa?"
Old Jerry changed the question.
“He is very capable, calm and outstanding. He is a reliable partner and can provide me with effective advice every time. If possible, I hope the police station can deepen its cooperation with the Kerry Forensic Studio.”
Xiusta said very seriously.
Old Jerry couldn't help but blinking when facing the serious Xiusta.
"Are you single?"
Old Jerry suddenly asked after a few seconds.
"Um."
Xiusta scratched his head.
"Then keep going."
"You'll get used to it sooner or later."
Old Jerry couldn't help but complain.
“I’m used to it!”
“There’s nothing wrong with being single!”
“My current job makes me happier! ”
Xiusta replied with a smile.
Old Jerry couldn't help but sigh as he looked at Xiusta's busy back.
Not only Old Jerry, many people around looked at Xusta with pity.
However, in this kind of compassion, there is always a trace of...
envious?
Undefinable envy.
Or maybe it's just an illusion.
Xiusta didn't know this.
He was just busy.
He wants justice for his former partner and teacher, Root.
He hopes that Rut's wife and daughter can live a happy life.
Only after he has done all this will he consider himself.
…
An stood by the road, leaning against his motorcycle.
She put aside the phone on which she had sent a text message to Khalifa.
She thought she should send Goethe a farewell note.
But she didn't know what to say.
Or maybe, after completing this mission, she didn't know what attitude to use to face Goethe - when she was policewoman Ann, she was Goethe's partner and close friend.
But now she is no longer policewoman An.
She once again resumed her identity as a 'ghost'.
After her good friend 'Ghost' was betrayed by a traitor, she chose to inherit 'Ghost's' identity.
She chose to avenge her friend.
To do this, she had to use some means.
Including joining the 'Rebels'.
Now news has come from the 'Rebel' base that their biggest mission objective has been completed and they must evacuate immediately.
This message was sent 20 minutes ago.
As usual, she would have left by this time.
But I don’t know why.
This time she hesitated.
She is lingering on something.
But I'm not quite sure.
She picked up her phone again, clicked on the text message, and started editing it.
Sorry, Goethe, I have to leave, I...
No! No!
Goethe would not approve of such a departure without reason.
Goethe, I am...
No! No!
If Goethe exposes the organization, he will be in trouble.
Edited, deleted.
Edited it again, and deleted it again.
After repeating the cycle a dozen times, An gave up.
She planned to leave without saying goodbye.
Anyway, I won’t see you again in the future.
An told himself this.
Then, I felt a tightness in my chest.
I can't see you anymore.
I won’t be able to see Goethe again.
Whenever she thought of these things, An felt suffocated by pain and felt uncomfortable.
She felt her eyes getting wet.
The last time her comrade 'Ghost' died, she didn't even cry.
But at this time, she couldn't help it.
But you have to be patient.
I am a warrior.
An told herself this, and once again forced back the tears that were about to burst out. She turned over, got on the motorcycle, turned the key, and prepared to leave.
But at this moment——
music!
Rhythmic music sounded from behind.
An was stunned and turned back instinctively.
Yes, Goethe.
Goethe, wearing a white shirt and carrying a speaker, came over.
The buttons on the white shirt, just as Goethe said, had all fallen off.
When the wind blew, Goethe's sturdy body was revealed, which was far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
"Goethe, you?"
"I still owe you a dance."
"I am a man of my word."
As Goethe spoke, he began to twist his body rhythmically.
It was the Gatling dance that Ann was familiar with.
An's face turned red, and he covered his eyes subconsciously, with his fingers spread wide open.
Then, he immediately looked around and put down his hand when he confirmed that there was no one here.
Buzz buzz buzz.
The phone vibrates.
It was a call from the leader of the 'resistance organization'.
An's face changed.
She looked at Goethe who was dancing hard, gritted her teeth and answered the phone - she had made up her mind.
"Chief, I..."
"An, according to our contract, you killed our greatest enemy. Now you are free. Your pension has been deposited into a secret account. Now you can continue to live as 'An'."
"Also, this is our last call."
After saying that, the phone hung up.
Immediately afterwards, a transfer prompt appeared.
what happened?
An stared blankly at the transfer notification.
There is a transfer prompt to prove that everything is true.
She was truly free.
But why did this good thing that she never dared to imagine suddenly happen?
An was puzzled.
She subconsciously looked at Goethe.
Then, his face turned even redder.
"Goethe, your trouser zipper is unzipped."
“It’s not open.”
"It's broken."
"If you don't believe me, take a closer look."
Just as An went to carefully check Goethe's trouser chain, Goethe's cell phone, which was placed next to the speaker, lit up.
Yes, a text message from Auston.
It says:
Done.