Star City, Forensic Studio.
After receiving the corresponding compensation and additional subsidies from Goethe, Jialifa not only owned a new forensic studio, but also purchased it in full and enjoyed the local policies and tax rate benefits of Star City.
Simply put, you can go from being someone who pays back a loan every month to someone who has basic financial freedom.
The female forensic pathologist has invested all her remaining money in the stock market. She heard that the stock market has been doing well recently, and she plans to retire after making some money for herself.
She wants to settle down somewhere with bright sunshine and comfortable sea breeze.
She wants to stay away from Goethe and Anne!
These two guys are going too far!
Although he was roaring in his heart, Jialifa immediately smiled when he saw An.
"What do you need?"
"Coffee or tea?"
Jialifa asked An who had just brought people in.
As for Xiusta behind An?
A guy who has been single for 26 years is not worth her attention.
"Just tea."
An answered.
Then he sat on a chair beside him and closed his eyes slightly.
Ann is too tired.
In the past week, she has been almost overloaded with work.
"Here, your tea."
Jialifa, wearing a white coat, brought An a cup of tea.
She clearly remembered that An used to drink coffee.
Since I moved into the Folklore Research Institute, I have become fond of drinking tea.
When An took the tea, Jialifa immediately stood behind An and massaged An's temples.
"What happened recently?"
"Why are you all so busy?"
Jialifa couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.
She didn't know about other things, but in recent times, the frequency of An and other police officers coming to her has increased sharply, almost more than twice as much as before.
What's even more bizarre is that she didn't see any corresponding TV coverage.
You know, some of those guys died tragically.
One had his tongue pulled out, and along with it his entire set of internal organs - this method was already incredible to Garifa, a forensic doctor, but compared to the other guy, it was nothing.
The guy burned himself in the swimming pool.
That’s right!
It's the swimming pool!
A swimming pool filled with water!
What's even more strange is that apart from the corpse, there was no sign of burning at the scene.
In the past, those omnipresent reporters in Star City would have certainly publicized and reported the incident.
And now?
Very quiet.
Even the open-minded Jialifa noticed something was wrong.
"It's terrible, we..."
“Ahhhh!”
Just as An was about to say something, a scream rang out.
In the sight of An and Jialifa, a corpse that was originally placed in the autopsy room suddenly sat up, causing the assistant forensic doctor who was about to weigh the heart to scream loudly.
The high-pitched male voice was sharp and piercing.
In fact, the voice has already broken.
The assistant medical examiner fell to the ground, rolling and crawling backwards, but An, Xiusta and others did not laugh at him.
Because when they faced such a situation for the first time, they were not .
Bang!
An and Xiusta rushed over and opened fire without hesitation.
The body fell to the ground, and there was no sound anymore.
But Jialifa was stunned.
"This? That?"
The female medical examiner's voice began to stammer.
"That's why we've been busy lately, and that's why those guys have been quiet—the Western Federal Police Department, the Western Federal Bureau of Investigation, and the Western Federal Bureau of Anomalous Affairs are working together."
"Here, this is for you."
As An spoke, he handed his friend a wooden sign that was about the length of a little finger and two fingers wide.
"This is?"
"The amulet made by Goethe is very effective when facing these guys - at least you won't die inexplicably!"
"By the way, you'd better prepare some salt, iron weapons, electric batons, and simple flamethrower devices."
“This stuff works wonders on these guys.”
Ann explained.
The female forensic doctor took the amulet in a daze, and then looked at the corpse that had just sat up on the dissection table in a daze.
The other party had already been disemboweled.
It was she who cut the ribs with pliers.
She could confirm that the other person was dead.
But what happened just now?
Looking at the salt-iron bullet embedded in the other party's forehead, the female forensic doctor tightly clenched the amulet.
She felt the hairs on her back stand up and the air she breathed became cooler.
She unconsciously looked at her good friend An.
The policewoman raised her hand and touched the female forensic doctor's forehead.
"Don't worry, everything will be fine."
The policewoman comforted him softly.
The female forensic doctor's heart quickly calmed down.
Every time, when something happened that she couldn't solve and she felt uneasy, An's appearance would always calm her down.
"We must believe in Goethe!"
Ann continued.
The female forensic doctor immediately became unhappy.
She pursed her lips, hoping to express her unhappiness, but when her good friend An looked over at her, the female forensic doctor immediately smiled happily.
"Well, we have to believe in Goethe!"
At this moment, a swallow flew past the window, flying farther and farther away.
The female forensic doctor subconsciously looked at the swallow and shouted unconsciously.
"Swallow, swallow..."
…
call!
Inside the Folklore Research Institute, Goethe exhaled lightly and blew away the sawdust on the wooden sign.
Immediately, an amulet with intricate patterns appeared before his eyes.
As [Tu Fu Yu] was promoted to extraordinary level, his application of [Tu Fu Yu] had enabled him to accomplish some extraordinary things with simple [Tu Fu Yu] word combinations.
For example: expelling evil spirits.
And the additional knowledge that the so-called 'One God of All Things' received every time he died allowed him to easily double this effect.
Although it was a bit bumpy at the beginning.
But later on, practice makes perfect.
Even with your eyes closed, you can carve one in one minute.
"Give it to the big shots."
"Don't forget what I want."
Goethe put the amulet into a box nearby.
Twenty-two similar amulets had already been stored in the box.
This is the twenty-third one.
"Don't worry, compared to your own life, the things of 'Prophet George' are not worth mentioning - even if its value has become more precious now."
"In two hours at most, you will be able to see more belonging to 'Prophet George' and his descendants again at the North Suburban Warehouse."
As word spread that Goethe had collected items related to the 'Prophet George' and his descendants, the scene from the 'Martial Arts World' was repeated.
However, unlike the 'Martial Arts World', Goethe has the upper hand here.
Because, the amulet in my hand!
And its own power!
That is a power 'comparable to that of a god'!
Ever since the incident at the warehouse in the northern suburbs of Star City two weeks ago reached the ears of those bigwigs, they have already understood what attitude they should adopt towards Goethe.
After Austin handed the box containing the amulet to his disciple Alex, the young man who had been a prisoner of Goethe and had always been afraid of Goethe ran out quickly.
This box of amulets will be delivered back to Ancheng by this young man himself.
When Goethe and Oston were the only ones left in the Folklore Research Institute, the Chief Advisor of the Western Federation Senate pulled over another chair in the room and sat down.
"Goethe, do you think we still have a chance?"
"Even in the safest Star City, hundreds of 'accidents' occur every day. The most exaggerated is 'Far City', where the death toll doubles every day. Even though a reorganized squadron from the 'Western Federal Bureau of Anomalous Affairs Investigation' moved in a week ago, it couldn't slow down the death toll. You know, they are fully armed, carrying the amulet you provided in the early stages, and quite a few props provided by other guys."
Auston looked worried.
"Where are those guys?"
“I really came into contact with extraordinary people.”
"They are more suitable candidates to go to the Far City."
Goethe inquired.
"They are all acting as bodyguards for big shots."
"The big shot who was killed by his 'deceased wife' has made the remaining big shots frightened. They wish they could gather all their forces around him."
"As for those extraordinary people themselves?"
"Oh."
Auston said with a sneer.
Everything becomes self-evident.
fear death.
Seek benefits and avoid harm.
It's human nature, there's nothing strange about it.
There is no need to blame anything.
Knowing this well, Goethe picked up another piece of peach wood and continued carving.
He had guessed this possibility ever since 'strange things happened' two weeks ago.
only……
I didn't expect it to be so fast.
"Is anyone taking advantage of this opportunity to cause trouble?"
Goethe asked as he engraved the seal.
"It should be."
Auston didn't hide it.
Although Goethe's "protagonist halo" has faded, Auston still trusts Goethe.
"Although I'm still not sure who it is, all the big shots have taken the bait. This is a matter of life and death for us, but it's an insignificant matter for them. Compared to these small matters, their safety and better opportunities to fight for power and profit are the top priorities."
“That’s where their focus is.”
"As for the rest?"
"Blocking the 'Far City' is the only means they have."
"Asking the Bureau of Anomalous Affairs to send out a whole squadron is what they consider to be a compromise. After all, they have already withdrawn a very valuable squadron's strength that was used to protect themselves. What else can these bigwigs do?"
"Do we need to draw on the remaining fifty squadrons?"
"Impossible."
"They have done their best. The civilians should just be grateful. Complaining? That would be against the entire Western Federation. They would be the culprits who disrupted the Western Federation's plan."
The chief adviser of the Western Federation Senate sneered once again.
“So many people gathered?”
"Are they planning to build themselves a shelter?"
After Goethe finished carving an amulet, he picked up another piece of peach wood.
"Um."
"I have received the news of the retreat. I was asked to return to the capital city 'Ancheng' as soon as possible. In one week, 'Ancheng' will be under full martial law - all those without identity documents will be prohibited from entering."
"Of course, if you leave, it doesn't matter."
"In fact, there are no people without identity cards in the current 'Ancheng' anymore. They have all been sent to 'Yuancheng', where more bait is needed to make 'Ancheng' safe!"
Auston's face showed resentment.
"When do you plan to return to 'Ancheng'?"
"return?"
Auston had a self-deprecating smile on his face.
"I've just turned down those people who have shit on their minds - they want me to protect them and their families 24 hours a day."
"One of the guys even asked me to marry his 200-pound granddaughter and become his grandson-in-law... I XXX!"
As Auston spoke, he could no longer hold back and started cursing.
Then, Auston took a deep breath.
"I'm going to the 'Far City'."
“I don’t know how far I can go, but I will try my best.”
"I came here this time to say goodbye to you."
Goethe paused.
He raised his head and looked at Auston.
The man, who was over fifty years old and had clear crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, gave him a smile that was mixed with trepidation yet relief - this was the kind of smile that only a person who was afraid but wanted to have a clear conscience would have.
Afraid?
Of course I am afraid.
But sometimes, you have to do it even if you are afraid.
Guys like them just want to have a clear conscience.
Even if they are usually stubborn, arrogant, unsociable, or even eccentric, sharp-tongued, and sarcastic.
But they have a clear conscience.
“I see…”
"Can I ask you a favor?"
"What's the matter?"
Auston was stunned.
Goethe picked up the two peach wood amulets in his hand, stood up, and walked to the small warehouse on the side - this is where the information of the "Folklore Research Institute" is stored, at least... originally.
And now?
Card!
Crash!
When Goethe pushed open the door of the small warehouse, 2020 mahogany amulets slid out.
No!
When Goethe put the two pieces in his hand on, there were 2022 pieces.
"I need someone to help deliver these amulets to the 'Far City' so that they can be combined and arranged in a specific way to form a barrier that drives away evil spirits and the dead."
Goethe said.
“You, you…”
Auston stammered and was unable to speak.
He had been feeling a little weird.
Obviously Goethe could carve an amulet very quickly, so why did it take him almost four weeks to collect the remaining 23 amulets? He clearly took out 60 amulets at once at the beginning.
Now the truth is finally revealed.
Goethe was stalling for time.
It's to let those bastards in 'Ancheng' send materials continuously.
Well complete the current stockpile.
“You bastard!”
Austin wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say, so he could only stand up excitedly and pat Goethe's shoulder hard.
But then, the chief adviser of the Western Federation Senate thought of something.
"But what about Star City?"
"Of course, Star City also forms its barrier in this way."
"You didn't think I was going to say 'Leave it to me'?"
"How is that possible?"
"I'm past the age of being competitive."
Goethe said seriously, took Auston to the next room, took out the key to open the door - after becoming the honorary director of the 'Western Federal Bureau of Anomalous Affairs Investigation', Goethe really didn't lack money.
After he had enough money, he immediately bought the houses on both sides of the same floor of the "Folklore Research Institute".
One room serves as a bedroom and the other as a warehouse.
The bedroom is mainly because An would stay overnight from time to time, and a larger room would accommodate more postures.
And the warehouse?
Naturally, it is necessary to store things.
For example: tens of thousands of amulets.
For example: there are several very special amulets that are more than one person tall.
“T-This?”
"Why so many?"
Auston stuttered.
"many?"
“It’s already considered a small amount.”
"After all, the Western Federation is more than just 'Star City' and 'Far City'."
Goethe said, picking up one of the huge amulets and handing it to Auston.
"Placing it first in the middle of the 'Far City' will make your movements safer."
Goethe said this.
Auston stared at Goethe in a daze.
After a long while, the chief adviser of the Western Federation Senate muttered to himself.
"You want to save the world?"
"Save the world?"
"I'm not saving the world. I'm just repaying a favor to the world."
Having said this, Goethe picked up the phone.
A moment later, Cole and the major from the North Suburbs warehouse arrived.
"Director!"
"grown ups!"
They both saluted at the same time.
"According to the original plan, you will immediately take people to deliver these amulets to 'High City', 'Short City', 'Seaside', 'Chongsen', 'Ye City'..."
"Make sure to complete the mission!"
Cole, the major from the North Suburbs Warehouse, said this in a loud voice.
Then, a group of soldiers appeared.
They carried the amulet to the helicopter and left quickly.
"If something like this happens again, please let me know. Do you know how I said goodbye to you just now?"
"You're making me look like a fool!"
"No!"
"Not like!"
"It is itself!"
Auston emphasized.
However, a smile appeared on the face of the chief adviser of the Western Federation Senate.
"Yeah, next time for sure."
Goethe said this and returned to his chair in the research institute.
The situation is under control for the time being.
And him?
Need a little break.
Even Goethe was a little tired of concentrating on carving the amulet without sleep for nearly four weeks.
Auston looked at Goethe, who was half leaning back in a chair, covered with a coat, and began to move the amulet carefully.
When the last amulet was moved, Auston closed the door gently.
"Good night, have a good dream."
The Chief Advisor of the Western Federation gave this blessing.
Goethe heard it, turned around, and lay down in the chair in a more comfortable position.
Why a chair?
Not a bed?
Because Goethe was worried that he would actually fall asleep.
You know, it's far from over.
His thoughts drifted back to the past.
When he took the make-up exam.
The strange things that happened at Green High School happened so suddenly.
There was no warning.
But there is one thing Goethe is sure of.
That was directed at him.
After all, he was the only one taking the make-up exam that day.
"Who could it be?"
Goethe thought in his heart, his face showing deep fatigue, and heavy snoring came from his mouth and nose.
Just as Goethe started snoring, the sound of footsteps was heard.
Step, step, step.
Not heavy.
Very light.
The footsteps stopped outside the door of the Folklore Research Institute.
At the same time, a sense of violent violence mixed with impulse rose from the bottom of Goethe's heart.
He opened his eyes and looked towards the door.
Breathing becomes rapid.
A clear laughter like that of a little girl was heard outside the door.