Chapter 30 Roselle's DiaryTitle of the Book:Secret: I just want to farmAuthor: Be a FireflyChapter word count: 3103 wordsUpdate time: 2024-07-21 11:06:28
As time passed, Claire stared at the clock hanging on the wall, becoming more and more nervous.
"It's four o'clock, and Detective Hulse hasn't come back yet..."
Claire let out a breath, stood up from the sofa, and planned to deliver the letter in her hand to the Moon Flower Cafe as Michael had instructed.
As a result, as soon as she took a step with her left foot, she felt an indescribable numbness sweeping through her legs. What's worse is that she is still leaning forward.
thump!
Coles achieved the achievement: falling on flat ground once.
"Ouch, it hurts..." Claire lay on the ground, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Luckily no one saw me in this embarrassing state..."
Before this thought had time to fade from her mind, Claire heard with horror the sound of a key hitting the keyhole.
Then she heard Detective Hulse's unique cold voice: "Miss Claire, if you feel sleepy, please go to my room to sleep. The floor is cold and you may catch a cold easily."
"Ah, I'll go to the Shamado Cemetery and buy a grave later, hehe, hehe..." Claire thought with dull eyes, in self-abandonment.
"Um, Miss Claire, are you okay?"
Michael asked with concern as he looked at Claire who was lying on the ground and didn't want to get up.
"My Lord, according to my observation, the probability that Miss Claire has suicidal thoughts is as high as 66.66%. Wait, because of what you said, the probability is now 88.88%."
Just when Michael didn't know what to do, a voice that only he could hear rang in his ears.
The owner of the voice is none other than the hypnosis book formerly known as "Diroiger" and now known as "Big Eyes".
After happily reaching a reconciliation, Michael, with the reminder of Big Eyes, realized the true usefulness of the "listening" ability that comes with the "Shadow Mask".
"Listening" is never limited to hearing the voice of the Great Being, it is an ability that can grow to a conceptual level.
According to Big Eyes, the High Sequence Experts of this Path can use "Listening" to directly hear the thoughts of others.
Anyone who wants to listen can listen!
Although the "listening" function of the "Shadow Mask" cannot reach this level, with the active cooperation of Big Eyes, Michael can hear its inner voice by activating "Listening" after putting on the mask, thus achieving a one-way private channel communication in a certain sense.
For example, right now, Michael pursed his lips and asked in a very, very low voice: "What should I do now?"
"Please leave this matter to me. My Lord, you only need to put me in front of Miss Claire."
After listening to the advice given by Big Eyes, Michael roughly guessed what it wanted to do.
He squatted down, took a deep breath, and then shouted to Claire on the ground:
"Your house exploded!"
When Claire was frightened by the high-decibel impact and instinctively got up, a golden vertical pupil caught her eye.
"Consciousness modification" is activated!
Keleisi's eyes immediately lost their luster, and she sat there motionless, with a few strands of hair still clinging to the corners of her mouth, and her rosy little mouth slightly opened...
Michael narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself, "Why does this scene look weird?"
The voice of Big Eyes sounded at this time, "My Lord, I have solved it. I have made Miss Claire forget the memory just now. Now you just need to snap your fingers and she will recover."
Michael said "hmm", closed his eyes, raised his hand and snapped his fingers crisply.
The next second, Keleisi's purple eyes regained their spirits. She was stunned when she saw herself sitting on the ground. "Hey, why am I sitting on the ground?"
Michael raised the corner of his mouth and smiled gently at Claire in front of him: "Your hat just fell to the ground. Here, it's for you."
Michael put the hat he had just pulled off back on Claire's head.
Claire's pretty face turned red. "Thank you, thank you, Detective...By the way, has the criminal been caught?"
"I have handed him over to the police. You can go back with peace of mind now." Michael stood up and pointed to the door.
Keleisi couldn't help but be lost in thought as she looked at the scene in front of her.
As the sun gradually sets, the light pouring in from outside cuts the world into two contrasting sides.
On the social line between the two worlds, the man is wearing a proper black suit, with a faint smile on his face, looking at you with eyes as deep as the sea.
Claire's hands clenched her skirt. This was the feeling, this was the inspiration she wanted!
Claire stood up quickly and shook Michael's hand gratefully. "Thank you, thank you so much! I have to go back and finish my manuscript. Goodbye, Detective."
Michael, who had no idea what Claire was saying, sighed softly as he watched the girl leave.
If Michael had not asked about the origin of Big Eyes at Claire's house just now, he would not have known that this ordinary girl who lived across the street from him was actually born with half Sequence 9.
The parents, who were members of the Moss Ascetic Order, died unexpectedly, leaving behind only a rich inheritance and a strange sealed object. This is simply...
"That's the main character template! No wonder I get all kinds of commissions every day. No, for the sake of a peaceful life in the future, I must move out after this serial murder case is over."
After complaining, Michael put away his complicated thoughts and decided to go out to buy the seeds needed to play the role of "farmer".
Although meditation has reduced the frequency of whispers in the ears, it is only a temporary solution and not a permanent cure. Only by digesting the "Tiller" potion can one get rid of the problem of flies flying around the ears.
Before setting off, Michael counted the funds he had available on hand. Adding the commission fee and the bonus from the Police Department, he now had a total of 600 gold rizos, which was equivalent to several years' income for a family in the Bridge District.
However, Michael also understood that if he really invested this amount of money in mysticism, it might not last more than a day before it was all spent.
"Fortunately, I can ask Irina to reimburse some of the money." Michael thought thankfully.
"My Lord, you seem to be in a good mood." said Big Eyes.
"I have money, time, and no one bothers me, so why would I be in a bad mood?" Michael asked jokingly.
Big Eyes immediately smiled and agreed: "My Lord's words are always insightful and meaningful, you are really worthy of it."
Michael twitched his lips and thought, "Is this a lackey?"
Michael thought for two seconds and changed his mind.
"No, it's a lackey."
…
In the evening, the cool breeze rippled the sea water, and the shadows of people and carriages were stretched very long under the setting sun.
Michael got off the carriage, closed his eyes and felt the salty sea breeze from the dock for a while, and finally walked towards the flower and bird market diagonally opposite.
At this time of day, there were much fewer pedestrians on the road than during the day. Michael, wearing the expensive suit chosen by Irina, passed by the busiest market.
With his hands in his pockets, he strolled leisurely to a stall selling seeds.
"Are these lavender seeds?" Michael picked up a bag of packaged seeds and looked at the stall owner in front of him who was dressed like a gardener.
"Yes." The stall owner's attitude was a little cold. He yawned after saying a word, looking like he didn't sleep well.
Michael put down the bag of seeds and suddenly noticed out of the corner of his eye that there was a wooden sign hanging under the stall.
Michael bent down and read the words in a low voice.
"Seed Master Challenge. If you can identify ten random seed types, you will receive a generous prize worth 100 gold rizos."
Michael laughed when he saw it, thinking that this was not professionally matched.
He stood up again, pointed at the wooden sign and asked, "Boss, is what's written here true?"
The stall owner looked at Michael with disdain. This game originated from Intis, and more than a hundred people have challenged it so far, including experienced farmers and botanists from universities.
In his opinion, it was pure humiliation for a young rich man like Michael to do this.
So he said nonchalantly: "I run my business with integrity and I will never cheat anyone."
Michael nodded and said, "Let's get started."
The stall owner stretched out his hand, and when Michael didn't move, he said impatiently, "Give me the money. One challenge costs 1 gold lizo."
"Robbery!" Michael's eyebrows jumped, and he took out a banknote from his pocket and slapped it in front of the stall owner with an expressionless face.
His originally hesitant thoughts became completely firm, and he decided to teach the stall owner a lesson.
The stall owner checked the note against the light, and when he was sure it was correct he stuffed the money into the front pocket of his gardener's coat and pulled a wooden box from under the stall.
"There are a total of twenty different types of seeds. If you can name any ten of them, you win."
Michael pressed his index finger to activate his spiritual vision.
The "farmer" can activate his clairvoyance to allow his eyes to see through the structure of seeds and magnify them. Combined with the rich knowledge about plants brought by the potion, the game is over at the beginning.
"This bag is nightshade, this bag is rose, this bag is mandarin orange..."
As Michael continued to call out the names of the seeds, the expression on the stall owner's face changed from mocking at first to solemn and then to despair.
Michael did not stop until he identified the tenth kind of seeds. He did not stop until he had named all the twenty kinds of seeds in the wooden box. Then he looked at the stall owner with a smile on his face.
Clap, clap, clap. A crisp and rhythmic applause sounded.
Michael was stunned and turned to look at the people who were clapping.
He was a handsome and elegant man. He squinted his eyes and said with a perfect smile on his face:
"You are really amazing. I wonder what kind of work you do, but you have such profound knowledge."
Michael replied politely: "I am a detective."
Seeing Michael's cold attitude, the man tactfully stopped bringing up the topic and turned to look at the stall owner.
"Hello, I want to buy some red rose seeds. Do you have any? I want a 1 gold riso portion."
The stall owner listlessly picked out a few bags of seeds and handed them to the elegant man. Then he drooped his eyes and took out a beautifully packaged gift box and threw it to Michael.
"Here, your prize."
Michael caught the flying gift box accurately. Out of curiosity, he did not choose to go home to see it, but opened it directly on the street.
After seeing clearly what was in the gift box, his expression suddenly changed.
There were several diary pages in the gift box, and the first sentence at the beginning of the diary read as follows.
"January 16th, the witch tastes really good."
This sentence is written in Chinese.Chapter 31 A strange dayTitle of the Book:Secret: I just want to farmAuthor: Be a FireflyChapter word count: 4134 wordsUpdate time: 2024-10-03 14:54:59
"It's really Chinese. Russell is really a time traveler..."
Michael tightly grasped the diary in his hand, his expression unconsciously becoming solemn.
The stall owner saw that Michael looked unhappy and mistakenly thought that Michael was doubting the value of the diary, so he immediately shouted, "Hey, I'm not lying. This is the original manuscript of Roselle's notes. It's an antique!"
"The characters created by Emperor Roselle have not been deciphered for hundreds of years. I'm at a loss for selling such a precious treasure for 100 gold."
Hearing this, Big Eyes said in his heart: "My Lord, the stall owner's tone is too excited. He must be feeling guilty because the note is fake."
Michael silently put away the three diaries in his hand and put them in his pocket. He didn't want anyone to find out that he could understand Roselle's diary.
As for Big Eyes, Michael didn't care. The information contained in the diary itself was what he needed.
Money is nothing but something outside of our body.
Michael thought for a moment and asked again, "Stall owner, do you still have the Roselle notebook?"
The stall owner looked unhappy and waved his hands impatiently, "No, no, these three are the only ones I have in stock."
"Is that so?" Michael felt a little regretful, but he didn't dwell on it for long.
The diary was just an unexpected gain; buying seeds was his original purpose.
He pointed at the seeds on the stall and said, "Then give me a bag of all the seeds you have here."
The stall owner was stunned, and his face, which was full of dissatisfaction, turned from gloomy to bright in an instant.
His mental activity in these few seconds is like this:
The stall owner was taken away with the Russell Notes: "No, hehe";
Michael said he wanted them all, and the stall owner said: "Hehe."
Carrying the carefully packaged seeds, Michael left the market and prepared to go to his next destination.
With nothing to do, Michael decided to try out big eyes.
"Big eyes, guess where are we going next?"
At this moment, his big eyes were in his pocket and he couldn't see the outside world. Without using his extraordinary abilities, he could only rely on guessing.
The big eyes were silent for a second, and then he said in a muffled voice: "Forgive me for my incompetence, could you please give me some hints?"
Michael hummed for a while and said, "I'll give you two options, go to the black market or visit someone, choose."
"To visit someone." Big Eyes gave the answer quickly.
"Why are you guessing this?" Michael asked in a low voice without any fluctuations.
"As far as I know, the black market is a mixed bag. It's very inconvenient for you to carry so many things with you, so I think you are more likely to choose to visit others."
Michael raised the corners of his lips and praised: "You guessed right, very impressive."
"Hehe, as long as it's for the Lord, I can do more." Big Eyes smiled very servilely.
While they were talking with each other, Michael had already reached the intersection of the dock area.
Further ahead is the King's District where the nobles live, to the right are the Church District and the South District, and to the left are the Bridge District and the River District.
Michael recalled that the address Claire gave him said that the botanist who was suspected to be a Beyonder lived at 33 Mint Street in the Cathedral District.
Michael adjusted his hat and walked to the right.
Bang--
Michael stopped in his tracks after hearing the loud noise, and watched two trackless carriages suddenly collide not far away.
The overturned carriages and horses completely blocked the road, which was already narrow to begin with.
"Oh, Mother Earth, what happened here?"
"I can't see clearly, go save people first."
"Hey, why did two horses collide with each other?"
"I was just next to it, and I clearly saw that the horse on the left had a Feynapotter fly stuck in its ear. That's probably why it lost control."
Hearing the discussions of passers-by, Michael's originally good mood turned bad again.
"trouble."
Michael sighed. Judging from the current situation, it would take at least ten more minutes for the road to be cleared again.
"We have to take a detour." Michael turned around and went back the same way, intending to go back to the church area from the bridge area.
He returned to the intersection and walked straight ahead.
"Kind sir, please help me, I'm lost."
Michael had just taken a few steps when a little girl suddenly jumped out from somewhere, grabbed his clothes, and said pitifully.
Michaelton felt overwhelmed. How could he encounter such a thing even though he had changed his route?
He leaned over and looked at the little girl who had grabbed him. The girl was wearing old but neat clothes and had a pair of big blue eyes, which was very adorable.
"Just pretend you didn't hear it." Michael pulled the corner of his clothes casually, trying to ignore the girl.
The thin girl was naturally no match for Michael, who was already a Beyonder. The huge inertia caused the girl to stagger and she almost fell to the ground.
Michael straightened his clothes and continued walking forward indifferently, leaving the girl behind him staring at his back eagerly.
Looking eagerly at...
The girl lowered her head in disappointment and was about to shrink back into the corner, but her hand was suddenly held by another big hand.
She looked up in fear and saw Michael's indifferent face.
"You said you were lost, so tell me where your home is." Michael asked in a cold tone.
The girl's big eyes were filled with uncontrollable joy. Michael's big hand held her little hand and she told him a place name.
Michael turned his head and sighed imperceptibly.
"What a troublesome little devil."
Along the way, the two chatted.
"Where are your parents?"
"Who is Daddy?"
"You... don't have a father?"
"No, but I have Mama Julia, Mama Laura, and..."
"Wait, your family lives in an orphanage?" Michael heard something wrong and asked.
"Yes, I have many friends."
Compared to Michael's silence, the little girl didn't think it was a big deal at all. In fact, she smiled more when talking about her friends.
Michael changed the subject and asked, "Then why did you run out?"
"Hmm... I don't remember..."
Michael was speechless, but he didn't want to delve into it further. He just wanted to send the girl back to the orphanage as soon as possible so that he could go find the botanist.
The two walked all the way and finally came to a small house on Grandin Street in the Bridge District.
The house is not big but has everything. Through the iron gate you can see that there is not only a green lawn but also a fountain.
Michael glanced around at the scene and suddenly felt it was a little familiar.
Just then, a surprised voice came towards the two of them.
"Dela!" A tall figure ran to Michael, stretched out his arms and hugged the little girl tightly, "Where have you been? We are all worried about you."
"Yes, I'm sorry." A trace of fear appeared on the girl's little face.
Michael looked at the woman who was hugging Della. She was plump and had broad shoulders. It was hard to tell whether she was a man or a woman just from the back.
The woman stood up, raised her hand to wipe the tears from her face, and sincerely took Michael's hand and said gratefully: "Thank you, sir. I am Julia, the director of this welfare home. Thank you so much."
Michael said a few polite words, but he always felt that everything in front of him was awkward.
He didn't think about it too much and was about to leave after chatting for a few words.
"Then I'll leave first."
"gentlemen..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the little girl's voice came from behind him.
Michael turned his head and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"
"No, it's okay...thank you." The little girl hesitated for a while, and finally just said thank you.
"Don't run around next time. This place is so messy and not everyone is as kind as me."
Michael gave Della a few warnings, waved his hand, and said goodbye.
"He's gone." Julia stood quietly behind the girl, the smile on her face becoming fainter and fainter.
"Well, I won't come back again." replied the little girl.
The next second after the words fell, Julia suddenly grabbed the girl's hair. The woman who was so amiable just now suddenly became as hideous as a devil from hell.
Julia roared, "You are such a forgetful fellow! How dare you sneak out of here? I will punish you today!"
Every time the woman spoke, her skin ulcerated. By the time she finished speaking, Julia, who had just appeared normal, had completely turned into a monster with bloodshot eyes and pus all over her body.
The monster Julia grabbed the girl's hair and dragged her into the orphanage.
The moment the two entered the welfare home, its rusty iron door slammed shut.
The welfare home, which once looked bright and beautiful, became dilapidated and disgusting in the blink of an eye.
The land was overgrown with weeds, and the only plants were devil-claw-like brambles. The fountain no longer sprayed clear water but a smelly red liquid.
Della frowned and yelled, "It hurts, it hurts, Mom!"
Julia ignored her and continued to drag her forward by her hair, leaving long bloodstains on the dark ground.
Julia kicked open the shaky wooden door in front of her. Behind the door was a pink mountain of flesh. When it saw the two of them, the mountain of flesh swept towards them at a speed beyond the naked eye's ability to react.
In the sticky waves of flesh, the girl saw her companions.
All they have left now are their heads.
It was only then that the girl finally remembered what she had just wanted to say.
"Sir, save me..."
No one responded, only the gurgling sound remained in the silent darkness.
…
Michael knocked on the door in front of him.
After a while, the door opened and a gray head popped out.
The thin old man with a striking rosacea stared at Michael standing at the door and asked, "Who are you looking for?"
Michael used the "Shadow Mask" to change his face into a common one. He smiled and said, "I was introduced by a friend. Can you let me in and have a seat?"
"It's inconvenient, please go away." The old man was about to close the door without any hesitation.
A second before the door was closed, Michael stretched out his foot in time and stuck it in the gap of the door, squeezing half of his body in.
"You, you, you, what are you doing! If you keep doing this, I'll call the police!"
Michael's expression turned cold instantly, and he took out a badge from his pocket. "The Mother Goddess' personal guards are investigating, please cooperate."
The old man subconsciously took two steps back, "You, you are the Mother Goddess's personal guard?"
"It seems that my guess was right. You are indeed a Beyonder." Michael showed a successful smile on his face. He squeezed into the house and turned around and said, "Won't you take me on a tour?"
The old man had a gloomy face and followed Michael, who had become the host.
Michael looked around and soon noticed a strange-looking Venus flytrap on the windowsill.
He pressed down his index finger, activating his spiritual vision.
The structure of the Venus flytrap instantly appeared in Michael's eyes, and he immediately recognized that it was an extraordinary plant.
"What exactly do you want to do?" At this time, the old man walked behind Michael and asked with a very ugly expression.
Michael retracted his gaze, and an idea came to his mind. He said calmly, "I want to make a deal with you."
"Deal...what deal?" the old man asked warily.
"I want the seeds of the extraordinary plants you cultivate and the corresponding cultivation experience."
As soon as Michael finished speaking, the old man refused, "Impossible. I worked so hard to cultivate this. I will never give it to you!"
"Don't be so absolute. Since it's a transaction, I will pay you the money to match it." Michael added with a smile without getting angry or annoyed.
"I won't sell it even if you pay me!" The old man was firm in his attitude and there seemed no possibility of persuasion.
"Oh, there's really nothing I can do."
Just as Michael was thinking about whether to use his power or close the door and open his eyes, the old man's expression suddenly changed, and then he immediately changed his words and said, "You just said you wanted to buy my seeds, right?"
Michael nodded in confusion.
"Sure, but I can only sell you one, and I'll charge you 50 gold rizos for each, and you have to promise not to harass me again!"
Michael did not hesitate and agreed to the old man's request with a smile.
Although the old man's value is far more than this, he himself does not have a high demand for mysticism. This visit to the old man is just to find ideas for digesting the "Tiller" potion. The old man's request is acceptable to him.
The old man snorted coldly, "You wait."
In just a moment, he returned to the living room carrying a bag of fluorescent seeds and notes.
"One hand pays the other hand delivers the goods."
Michael readily took out a 50 gold rizo note from his wallet and exchanged it for the bag of extraordinary seeds and cultivation notes from the old man.
After getting what he wanted, Michael stood up and said goodbye politely: "Then I'm leaving."
The old man waved his hand angrily and said, "Go away, go away, and never come back again."
Michael thought to himself: "That may not be the case."
After Michael left, the old man's face suddenly revealed extreme enthusiasm, and he knelt down and kissed the place where Michael had just stepped.
"The moon, it really smells like the moon!"
As he spoke, he laughed like a madman, then the old man stumbled into the bedroom, took out a black wooden cone with many hook-shaped patterns engraved on the surface, and pointed it at his eyes.
His cheeks flushed abnormally, and he shouted with a twisted smile:
"Everything for the original moon!"
As night fell, Michael returned home feeling a little tired.
After a quick wash, Michael returned to his room and fell asleep.
The full red moon hangs high in the sky, spreading His love to all living beings.
The next morning, Michael, who had replenished his energy, dressed neatly and took out today's newspaper from the mailbox outside the door.
Michael unfolded the newspaper and a striking headline caught his eye.
"The elderly man living alone on Mint Street died tragically! Is this a distortion of human nature or a loss of morality?"
Michael stood there in a daze, repeating the address of the deceased from the newspaper.
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When Michael saw the news, his brows were furrowed so much that an egg could be stuffed in. A person who was fine yesterday died inexplicably today, and the way he died was so strange and bizarre.
It's too dangerous. This world is really too dangerous.
Michael remembered the information Irina had given him before, which stated that tens of thousands of people died every year due to supernatural events, and this did not include data from overseas.
In such a world, how can he get the peaceful life he wants?
Michael threw the newspaper onto the coffee table beside him. After pacing for a while, he found a crimson round-bellied fountain pen and a piece of white paper and began to think about writing down his future plans.
The primary goal is to find a way to return home, because not only is Earth's technology more advanced than this world's, it is also safer in comparison.
As for how to find a way to go home, Michael planned to collect Roselle's diary. He had read all three pages of the diary on the way back yesterday.
From the diary, Michael learned that his fellow countryman was at least a Sequence 2 angel, and had also joined an extremely mysterious organization.
In his later years, Roselle was a powerful man with both power and strength, a person at the top of the pyramid in this world. If even he couldn't find a way to go back, Michael felt that he didn't need to hold out any hope.
The second goal is more realistic, which is to digest the "Tiller" potion.
Possessing a certain level of strength is the foundation for his survival in this world. It doesn't have to be too high, but it cannot be absent. Moreover, the problem of mumbling is also imminent. He has not had a good night's sleep in the past few days because of mumbling, which has seriously violated his bottom line!
The third goal is to obtain the "physician's" potion formula and successfully advance to the next level.
Being promoted to "doctor" means that normal diseases will hardly endanger his life anymore. Besides, if he doesn't want to do this anymore, he can escape abroad and work as a rural doctor to earn a living.
Michael put down his pen and read it again carefully.
The last two goals are not only the basis for achieving the first goal, but also the way out he leaves for himself. If he really can't go back, he still has a place to stand in this world.
Thinking of this, Michael unconsciously rubbed the "Dudika Ring" on his hand with his thumb and middle finger.
Next it's time for breakfast.
Because Michael forgot to buy ingredients yesterday, Winston's breakfast this morning was a little simpler.
It was buttered bread and milk, which was called "noble bread" before Roselle came to power.
The bread is made with plenty of eggs and butter without adding a drop of water, and has a soft cake-like texture. Michael also specially chooses the "rich man's luxury version" with 80% butter content. It is extremely sweet in one bite, and paired with a glass of milk, it is simple and delicious.
After breakfast, Michael took his goodies and took a trackless public carriage to the restaurant owned by Irina.
Under the respectful guidance of the waiter at the door, Michael soon saw Irina and...Mario sitting at the dining table waiting for him.
"Mario is here too. Looks like he has something important to discuss this morning."
Michael's expression returned to normal, and he greeted the two with a smile, "Good morning, Captain, Irina."
"Good morning, Michael." Irina responded with a faint smile and half-closed her eyes.
Michael sat down in the empty seat next to Irina, and then handed the coat in his hand, which he had originally intended to take to the duty room of the Mother Goddess's Guard, to Mario sitting opposite him.
"Captain, your coat."
Mario took the coat and put it on his lap naturally, then said with a serious expression: "Now that everyone is here, let's get straight to the point."
Michael sat up straight, looking as if he was listening attentively.
Mario looked at Michael and said, "Based on the two pieces of information you obtained, the church has determined that the real boss of "Violet" is a Sequence 5 'Puppet Master'."
"The cover of the diary was identified and confirmed to be made of the skin of seventeen different girls. The content of the diary also recorded in detail how twenty-three innocent girls were turned into dolls by him."
Michael felt nauseous and was glad that he did not read the diary out of curiosity.
He glanced calmly at Irina's expression beside him and found that although she looked disgusted, she did not have any extreme reaction.
"Is this a meeting for me alone?" Michael withdrew his gaze without leaving a trace and continued to listen to Mario:
"The church has sent an archbishop to lead a team to seal up Violet, but because there are so many industrial chains and networks involved in this matter, a large part of our police force and Beyonders have been allocated. This is bad news."
Michael looked calm. He believed that the church that had existed for thousands of years would not be stupid enough to ignore this serial murder case. Mario must have good news.
As he expected, a very faint smile appeared on Mario's serious face.
"But there is good news. The other list you obtained helped us find deeper connections between several victims.
They were all streetwalkers who used to live on Dove Street in the Cathedral District and were or were formerly "violets". After screening, we finally found only five potential targets."
At this point, Mario praised with full energy: "Michael, you have done a great job."
"I'm glad to be able to help." Michael smiled and politely responded to Mario's praise.
Mario regained his serious expression, put his hands on the table and continued:
"According to Archbishop Antonio's plan, I, Little Irina, and you will secretly form a team of three to cooperate with the police to protect one of the potential targets. As long as the murderer dares to come, he will fall into the trap."
After Mario finished speaking, Irina took out a file from the paper bag beside her and handed it to Michael.
"This is the information of the protected person. Her name is Elsie, she is 23 years old, she used to work at Violet for six years, and now she is a maid in the palace of Marquis Gaudi."
"Marquis Gaudi..." Michael felt somewhat familiar when he heard the name. With the reminder of his spiritual intuition, he quickly found this person in the original owner's memory.
Pablo Gaudí, who was granted the title of Marquis by King Carlos III himself, is a well-known philanthropist in Feynetport.
He owned dozens of factories, covering porcelain, steel, coal and other fields, providing a large number of jobs for the poor and greatly reducing the unemployment rate in Feynaport City.
He donated to more than thirty schools and twenty welfare homes, and he alone paid for 10% of the cost of the renovation of the National Library.
As the princess of Feynaport Kingdom, Irina naturally knew the Marquis Gaudi very well. She said admiringly: "In this age of respectability, the Marquis Gaudi is willing to find a girl who used to be a street girl to be his maid. His kindness is really admirable."
In today's society, the status of men and women is quite unequal, and Feynaboteur's beliefs have led to society's extremely strict requirements for female chastity.
Women who have worked as streetwalkers have a criminal record and it is difficult for them to find a good job. The only options left for them are often dirty and tiring jobs like being a laundry maid, or returning to their old ways and continuing to degenerate.
Michael was silent for a moment before speaking again, "So are we going to visit this Marquis Gaudi next?"
"That's right. The Police Department has already explained the situation to Marquis Gaudi in advance. We will then move into the Marquis's Palace as police officers to provide protection for potential targets." Mario said.
Irina kindly reminded him, "Michael, if you have any unfinished business, you can go and deal with it first. Just be back before ten o'clock."
Michael shook his head. "No need. Let's just go."
"The carriage is outside." Mario pointed out the window.
The three of them got on a carriage painted with the Castilla family crest, drove all the way into the King's District, and stopped at the door of the Marquis Gaudí's house.
Police were already waiting in front of the hollow iron gate with two fairy statues standing there.
After revealing their identities, the three of them walked along the gravel road planted with various flowers and met Marquis Gaudí who was waiting outside the main gate.
Michael pretended to adjust his hat and looked at this unpretentious philanthropist with a hidden gaze.
In the original owner's memory, the other party should be in his sixties this year, but Marquis Gaudi's spirit and energy are quite good, and the wrinkles on his face are not obvious. He does not look like an old man at all.
Because he was at home, Marquis Gaudí was only wearing a black vest made of fine fabric and a white shirt underneath.
His carefully groomed grey hair had few grey spots, and his eyes were a dark red that looked slightly cloudy.
Dark red eyes are a common feature in Feynaport.
"Good morning, Marquis." Led by Mario, Michael and Irina followed suit and saluted.
Marquis Gaudi put his hands behind his back and responded with a gentle expression: "Good morning, Inspector Top has already told me that I will fully cooperate with you to catch the serial killer."
Mario nodded slightly. "Thank you for your support. Is it convenient for us to meet Miss Elsie now?"
"Of course." Marquis Gaudi turned to the butler beside him and said, "Garvis, go and call Elsie over."
"Yes, Marquis." The horse-faced butler bowed and walked into the house.
Marquis Gaudi raised his hand and pointed into the room, smiling gently, "Officers, please come in and wait."
Michael and Irina looked at each other and followed Mario into the Marquis's Palace.
After sitting on the sofa and waiting for a while, a woman with light freckles on her face was brought to the living room by the housekeeper.
Elsie bowed stiffly to Michael and the others.
Irina noticed the maid's nervousness and said in a gentle and comforting voice, "Don't be nervous, we are here to protect you."
"Yes, yes...I understand...Thank you, officers," Elsie said timidly.
At this time, a servant in a brown waistcoat walked into the living room and leaned over to whisper something in Marquis Gaudi's ear.
After listening to this, Marquis Gaudi said to Michael and the other two apologetically, "I'm sorry, I just learned that there are some problems in my factory outside the city and I need to go there in person. I'm afraid I can't entertain you."
Mario's expression did not change, and he nodded slightly: "Please don't take it to heart, just go and handle your business."
Marquis Gaudi stood up and apologized again, "I'm sorry, if you have any requests, just tell my butler. I'll be leaving now."
After Marquis Gaudi left, Mario turned his head left and right and looked at Michael and Irina respectively.
The protection operation officially begins!Chapter 33 I Just Want to FarmTitle of the Book:Secret: I just want to farmAuthor: Be a FireflyChapter word count: 3742 wordsUpdate time: 2024-08-08 05:06:15
At Mario's suggestion, in order to better protect the target, the three of them changed into servants' clothes and gathered in one of the servants' rooms in the Marquis's Mansion.
Michael used the "Shadow Mask" to create an ordinary face, then put on a brown vest and a white shirt. At first glance, he looked like an ordinary servant.
After seeing it, the two couldn't help but praise Michael's superb makeup skills.
Because Mario was too tall, there was no suitable size for the servant's uniform, so he could only choose a loose gardener's uniform.
His mature appearance, coupled with the large scissors in his hand, inexplicably gives people a sense of security.
The most eye-catching person is Irina. The girl is wearing a long black and white maid dress with her soft blonde hair tied up. Even if she is dressed as a servant, she can still give people a sense of nobility.
Michael adjusted his bow tie and looked at Irina questioningly, "Won't this dress affect the battle?"
Irina showed a bright smile, holding up the hem of her skirt with her delicate hands, revealing the tight white trousers underneath.
"Hehe, I'm wearing a pair of pants underneath. As soon as I find the murderer, I'll tear off the skirt. It won't affect the battle at all."
And this maid skirt made of cheap fabric is not much different from paper in the hands of a "doctor".
Mario coughed lightly, took out a few seeds and two or three potions of different colors from the pocket of his gardener's coat, and gave them to Michael and the other man.
"These seeds are the latest varieties cultivated by the church. When you find the murderer, throw them on the ground. The seeds will quickly take root and sprout to entangle the enemy. At the same time, the mother vine on my side will be sensed and come to support you.
Likewise, if the mother vine is damaged, your seeds will quickly sprout and point in the direction of the mother vine."
Mario said, shaking the green vines on his hairy arms.
"What are the effects of these potions?" Michael spread out his palm and asked, looking at the blue potion the size of his little finger in his hand.
Mario replied, "This is a stimulant made from claw grass and other auxiliary materials. Drinking it at a critical moment can not only make people forget pain and fatigue, but also temporarily stimulate the potential of the human body and burst out more powerful strength."
"The effect sounds very similar to Charlie's bottle of medicine..." Michael thought as he put away the potion and seeds and stuffed them into the pocket of his servant's pants.
Then the three of them discussed the division of labor.
It was finally decided that Mario, who was the strongest and most energetic, would guard outside the house around the clock to prevent the murderer from sneaking into the Marquis's Mansion.
Michael and Irina, who were slightly weaker, took turns guarding the maid Elsie and providing close protection, changing shifts every twelve hours.
After discussion, it was decided that Irina would stay during the day until the two of them left. Michael, who was temporarily free, simply lay on the bed in the servant's room and thought about the rules of the role of "farmer".
After returning home last night, Michael had been drained of all his energy in trying to solve the negative effects of the big eyes. In such a bad state, he simply picked a seed and planted it without even watering it.
But at that time, he still felt that the potion in his body showed very slight signs of digestion.
This means that "growing crops" is indeed one of the rules of playing as a "farmer".
Naturally, he also asked Irina, his senior, how to play the role of "tiller".
The answer I got was: "Other people's suggestions can only be used as a reference. The most important thing needs your own understanding."
Despite this, Irina still talked about two rules of acting that she has summarized.
1. Cultivators shall actively engage in agricultural labor.
2. Good farmers are good at using various means or methods to prepare the surface of the soil to make it suitable for the growth of crops.
Michael kept these two sentences firmly in his mind.
Michael continued to think divergently, and thinking of the suggestions in the notes, he decided to find a teacher to practice fighting skills next.
Although the original owner was suspected to be a soldier with a good foundation, the loss of memory made his own strength only one tenth of what it was. If he really met an opponent who was good at fighting, he would definitely be defeated in minutes.
As Michael was thinking, he felt sleepy.
"Ha~, take a nap for a while, I'll just take a nap for a while..." He yawned and his eyelids slowly closed.
Michael suddenly heard someone calling him.
He opened his eyes and saw Irina's delicate face.
"Is it time to change shifts?"
Michael rolled up his sleeves and looked at the watch on his hand. The time was still nine o'clock in the morning, far from the time for the shift change.
So he asked in confusion: "What happened?"
Irina didn't say anything but just waved, motioning Michael to follow.
Michael followed Irina without hesitation, and they walked out of the room together.
As they walked, Michael found that the surrounding environment gradually became unfamiliar. A bad premonition arose spontaneously. He stopped and asked cautiously: "Where are we going?"
Irina still didn't answer. She put a finger to her lips and pointed with her other hand at the stairs leading to the basement in front of her.
"Want to go down?"
Michael hesitated for a moment, but still followed Irina toward the stairs.
The two of them came underground together, and Michael raised the lantern and looked around.
This seems to be a basement, with moss covering all four walls and brightly colored mushrooms growing in the corners.
There is a stone mill altar in the center of the basement. In the center of the altar, there is a shield that emits a dark green light and looks very evil.
Just as Michael was still observing the strange environment around him, a figure as swift as the wind passed by him.
Michael's pupils constricted, staring blankly at the figure with huge bat wings that suddenly appeared in front of him. The face was shrouded in shadow, with only a pair of scarlet eyes left. He raised his palm and pierced Irina's chest directly, pulling out a still beating, bleeding heart.
The figure retracted his hand and threw Irina's heart towards the dark green shield in the center of the altar.
After hearing a crisp sound of glass breaking, Michael watched the shield disappear little by little, and a wooden statue was completely exposed to the air.
Nothing around had changed, but just seeing the statue was enough to make one's hair stand on end.
The elegant woman had a foolish and evil smile on her face, and she was holding a terrified baby in her arms, who looked to have died long ago. Under her feet were gushing out the corpses of living things and rotten meat paste.
Michael suddenly found it difficult to breathe, and it was as if something was grabbing his heart, squeezing it tighter and tighter.
Michael fell down under the statue. At this moment, the head of the wooden statue suddenly moved slowly, and the pair of pupil-less eyes looked down at Michael on the ground.
"You are finally here, my child..."
"Hey, Michael. Wake up, Michael?"
Amid the increasing force and anxious cries, Michael struggled to open his eyes.
The surroundings were very quiet, so quiet that Michael forgot to breathe for a moment. He blinked and saw Irina's still rosy face and the deep concern in her eyes.
"You, you're not dead?"
The first time Michael saw Irina, the image that remained in his mind made him blurt out subconsciously.
When Irina heard this, her pretty face was instantly covered with frost. She said angrily, "I came here with good intentions to invite you to dinner, but you are here hoping that I will die, right? I will remember this grudge."
Michael gradually came back to his senses and rubbed his head. "Was it a dream?"
Seeing Irina's disregard for etiquette and her puffy cheeks, Michael bowed with a half-amused and half-apology look and said, "I'm sorry, Your Highness, please forgive my impoliteness."
Irina was amused by Michael's words. She was in a playful mood and deliberately put on a haughty look and said, "Since you have apologized sincerely, I will forgive you out of mercy. Come and have lunch."
Michael thanked him and took the lunch box. He opened it and found a pork chop with apple juice, some stir-fried vegetables and a bowl of Fenaport Paella.
In the rising white mist, Michael couldn't help but look up at Irina, who was quietly enjoying her lunch with a knife and fork in her hand.
The dream was so real that Michael stared at Irina's peaceful face and couldn't help muttering to himself.
"Is it really just a dream..."
…
After twelve o'clock, it was Michael's turn to provide close protection for Elsie.
In the corridor, he happened to run into Mario who had just returned from a visit, and the two chatted briefly.
After that, the two returned to their posts. Michael stayed not far from the maid for the whole afternoon, completing his task conscientiously and responsibly.
Time passed quickly and it was late at night. Michael took a simple dinner and returned to the servant's room.
He opened the door and was about to wake Irina up, but found that she had already woken up. She was leaning against the windowsill, staring at the moon outside, with a bit of loneliness between her brows.
After hearing the sound of the door opening, Irina quickly turned around and regained her usual elegance, smiling as she faced Michael who was walking towards her.
"You woke up so early?" Michael put dinner on the bed, pretending that he had not seen anything, and asked casually.
Irina smiled sweetly and said, "I couldn't sleep, so I got up and looked at the moon."
Michael said "hmm" and didn't continue the topic. He just handed one of the breads to Irina and said, "Let's eat."
The two of them picked up the bread and started eating in silence.
Halfway through the meal, Irina suddenly asked, "Michael, why did you choose to become a personal guard of the Mother Goddess? Wouldn't it be safer to be a civilian?"
Michael took a bite of the soft bread, thought for a moment, and replied, "From the moment I knew about the existence of Feifan, the world has never been truly safe in my eyes. I don't want to encounter an extraordinary event one day without the power to protect myself."
"Besides that, there is another reason. The salary of the official members is much higher than that of the civilian staff."
Irina agreed with the first half of the sentence, but when she heard the second half, she almost spit out the bread in her mouth.
"Haha, your reason is really... plain and simple."
After calming down, Irina put down the bread in her hand and asked, "What is your dream?"
Michael paused while chewing the bread for a long time before he slowly answered, "My dream is very simple. I want to find a quiet place with pleasant scenery, plant crops and raise chickens every day, and live a carefree life by myself."
"It's boring, isn't it?" Michael said and took another bite of bread.
Irina shook her head. "It's a very good dream. Just like what Emperor Roselle wrote, 'Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely, the distant Nanshan comes into view.' It's very beautiful."
Michael curled his lips and said, "Tao Yuanming wants to collect copyright fees from you."
After complaining, Michael swallowed the last bite of bread and asked, "What is your dream?"
Irina hugged her knees and lowered her eyelashes. "My dream... I want to be as strong and gentle as Madam Roland."
"Many people envy me for being born into a royal family and enjoying countless splendor and wealth, but I am actually not happy there."
"Royal children are bound by complicated and harsh rules since birth. There is no true love between family members, and they are all mutually exploitative..."
"If my life had followed its original trajectory, I would probably be used as a political bargaining chip by my father when I grow up to marry a noble dude in exchange for their support for the royal family."
Irina rested her chin on her knees, and her voice unconsciously rose a few notes.
"I don't like the life that was arranged like this, so I escaped and came here to become a personal guard of the Mother Goddess. Rather than being a canary trapped in a cage forever, I would rather devote myself to a cause that is more useful to the people!"
After Irina's impassioned speech, she remembered that Michael was sitting opposite her. The girl's ears blushed with embarrassment. She sat up straight, picked up the milk in front of her and tried to pretend that nothing had happened.
At this moment, Michael suddenly reached out and picked up the milk cup and touched Irina's cup. He said in a soft voice with unquestionable certainty:
"I'll support you."
Irina was stunned for a moment, then she watched Michael withdraw his hand, her blue eyes showing a hint of smile.
"We are partners after all."
Just when the atmosphere in the room was harmonious, a scream suddenly came from outside.
Michael and Irina's expressions changed at the same time.
"That voice is... Elsie!"Chapter 34: Lure the Tiger Away from the MountainTitle of the Book:Secret: I just want to farmAuthor: Be a FireflyChapter word count: 4101 wordsUpdate time: 2024-07-23 10:28:54
Michael reacted quickly. The next second after hearing the sound, he opened the window and looked out. He just happened to see Mario, who was wearing a gardener's uniform, punching a figure and knocking it out.
The figure that was knocked flying flew several meters before finally stopping, and his heels plowed two long grooves on the lawn.
Taking advantage of the other party's buffering moment, Michael took a closer look and saw the specific appearance of the "human" figure.
The first physical appearance that was observed was naturally the murderer's slender limbs, hunched back, long pointed mouth, and oily black hair all over the body. He was the serial killer who carefully planned four murders - the werewolf.
The werewolf growled softly, with obvious fear on his ferocious face, as if he realized the gap between himself and Mario.
So in the next second, the werewolf suddenly turned around and ran towards the iron fence outside the room.
"He wants to escape!" Michael shouted.
He wasn't the only one who saw the werewolf's intentions, as Irina behind him suddenly rushed to his side.
Before Michael could react, Irina had already leaped onto the windowsill, and then her bony hands grabbed the hem of the maid's skirt...
Hiss!
As her long skirt fluttered out of the window in the wind, Irina completely threw off her restraints and jumped directly from the second floor.
The only words left in the room were those of the girl, which were so firm that they could not be questioned.
"It can't escape!"
"No way?" Michael opened his mouth wide, put his hands on the windowsill, stuck his head out of the window and looked down.
Irina was seen almost standing on the wall in mid-air, using the friction between the soles of her shoes and the brick wall to cushion her fall and land steadily on the grass.
"So... fierce." Michael twitched the corner of his mouth. He was so shocked that he couldn't think of any other adjective for a moment.
Seeing that Mario and Irina both went to hunt the werewolf, Michael also shrank back into the room, took out the "Ducati Ring" from his pocket and put it on his hand.
Previously, because he was disguised as a servant, Michael had to take off this magical item and put it in his trouser pocket. After all, it was too fake for a servant to wear a silver ring.
Michael did not choose to hunt the werewolves with Mario. With his current strength of Sequence 9, it would not have much impact on the battle situation. One more or one less of him would not make much difference.
So Michael decided to protect Elsie and prevent the werewolf from returning. Yes, this was the result of careful consideration, and it was not because he felt it was troublesome and wanted to find an excuse to slack off.
Infused with spirituality and after several consecutive "passing through the wall", Michael rushed to the lawn outside at the fastest speed.
"Luckily I became a Beyonder, otherwise my head would have exploded if I had passed through the wall like that."
Shaking his slightly dizzy head, Michael quickly walked to the maid Elsie.
Judging from the kettle that fell at the scene, Elsie was about to water the flowers on the side of the road in the Marquis's mansion, but was attacked by a werewolf who sneaked in.
Michael reconstructed most of the scene in just a blink of an eye. He gathered his thoughts and squatted beside the frightened Elsie, showing a friendly smile, "Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?"
"Officer… wuwuwu, I'm so scared… I, I almost just…"
After all, Elsie was still young, and an adult man would need a long time to recover from the experience of almost losing his life, let alone a young girl like her.
After Michael comforted Elsie for a long time, she gradually calmed down her fear, but she still sobbed from time to time.
Michael looked up at the sky and the surrounding environment outside, and was worried that the open space and lack of light would make it difficult to defend against the werewolf's sudden attack, so he suggested, "It's not safe to stay outside, let's go inside first."
Elsie nodded and was about to move when she suddenly cried out in pain.
"What's wrong?" Michael asked with concern.
"I think I sprained my ankle." Elsie frowned and lifted her skirt to reveal her swollen ankle.
Without saying a word, Michael bent down, lifted up one of Elsie's arms, and helped the girl up.
"Don't worry, our mother...police will protect you."
Under the maid's trusting gaze, the two walked into the Marquis's mansion side by side.
call out!
Michael's pupils shrank, and he quickly bent his arms, held Elsie in his arms, and spun around until they were behind the red painted wooden door.
The next second, three deep claw marks appeared where the two had just stood, leaving a striking mark on the marble floor tiles.
If Michael hadn't reacted quickly, they would have been the ones to be branded with three lines.
Michael hugged Elsie, his eyes fixed, and he found that the one who attacked them was the werewolf again!
"How come neither Irina nor the others left it behind?"
Before Michael could think, the werewolf attacked again.
It waved its two hairy arms, and its black nails, as sharp as daggers, aimed accurately at Michael's face.
Michael gritted his teeth and decisively pushed Elsie aside. Then he stretched out his hands and grabbed the werewolf's arm. At the same time, he shouted at Elsie, who was lying on the ground in a daze, "Run!"
"Okay, okay..." Elsie was also frightened and struggled to get up from the ground, but she fell to the ground several times because of spraining her ankle. Her little face was wrinkled like a thousand layers of cake with anxiety.
"Damn it! I forgot she sprained her ankle."
Michael's eyebrows sank, he made up his mind, roared, and burst out the powerful force of "Tiller", and actually pushed the werewolf out of the house.
Since Elsie can't move, let the werewolf move!
Things are different now. Michael is no longer an ordinary person, he is an extraordinary person!
The werewolf bared its teeth, and a dull and vague sound like the roar of a wild beast boiling in its throat. It exerted force suddenly to break free from Michael's restraints.
Just when the two were in a stalemate, Michael seized the opportunity to suddenly let go of his hand and quickly retreated. The rules of physics made it difficult for the werewolf to control his body, and he was about to fall to the ground. At this time, Michael, with an expressionless face, delivered a beautiful uppercut to the werewolf's jaw.
The punch directly knocked the werewolf's head up 90 degrees, almost knocking out his teeth.
Michael did not miss this good opportunity. He punched the werewolf's soft belly with powerful punches again and again without stopping, making the werewolf's stomach churn and forcing him to raise his arms to defend himself.
"Strange, is this really Sequence 7?" As the fist shadows crossed, Michael couldn't help but feel puzzled as he looked at the werewolf in front of him who was beaten to the point where he could only passively defend.
But no matter how confused he was, he couldn't stop the attack. Michael saw the right moment and suddenly swung a whip-kick at the werewolf's waist.
The werewolf suddenly raised the corner of his mouth, a gleam of light flashed in his green eyes, he gave up his defense and stretched out a hand to firmly grasp Michael's leg in his hand.
The situation suddenly reversed and Michael was in a disadvantageous position.
The werewolf roared, holding Michael's calf with one hand to prevent him from moving, and with his other free hand, he stretched out five cold nails and slashed at Michael.
Through the information given by Irina, Michael learned that werewolf claws are poisonous, which was also the reason why he was inexplicably poisoned for the first time.
But the Saint Seiya will not fall in the same place twice!
Michael's right hand moved extremely quickly, and in the blink of an eye he pulled out the revolver that had been hidden in the trouser leg that was held by the werewolf.
He had anticipated that the werewolf would use this trick and had prepared countermeasures in advance. When the werewolf thought he had trapped him, he didn't know that he was also imprisoned in the same place.
Bang bang bang!
Three bullets hit the werewolf's chest accurately one after another.
The werewolf howled in pain, was forced to let go and instinctively covered his chest.
Michael would naturally not miss such a good opportunity. In order to prevent the werewolf from escaping like he did just now, he immediately took out the seeds given by Mario from his pocket and threw them at the werewolf's feet.
After the seeds fell to the ground, as Mario said, they formed into several thick vines in the blink of an eye, tightly wrapping around the werewolf's feet, making it unable to move.
Depending on the severity of the crime, the Mother Goddess's personal guards can directly shoot the criminal to death if necessary.
Michael suddenly remembered the case handling guidelines of the Church of Mother Earth.
He no longer hesitated, held the gun handle with both hands, pointed it at the werewolf's nose, pulled the trigger, and emptied the magazine.
Bang bang bang!
Behind the bridge of the nose is the brain stem located in the front part of the posterior cranial fossa of the human body. As the center of life activities of the human body, once it is destroyed, the werewolf will immediately lose all ability to move, and there will be no possibility of any counterattack.
Only after the werewolf lowered its head and completely died did Michael slowly put down the gun in his hand while panting.
This was his first time killing someone, but Michael did not panic, he did not feel fear, he did not feel anything at all, just like he had accidentally stepped on an ant to death while walking on the road, his heart was totally calm.
Michael loosened his grip on the gun and planned to go back to see how Elsie was doing.
Awoo——!
Suddenly, accompanied by a shrill wolf howl, Michael was attacked on the back.
If it weren't for the mental warning that allowed Michael to dodge in advance, he would probably have been "ripped out of the heart by the black tiger" just like Irina in the dream.
But even though he was only scratched lightly, the poison on the werewolf's claws still quickly invaded Michael's body along with the blood.
He is a "farmer" rather than a "pharmacist", and his resistance to toxins is still within the normal range.
Michael's face quickly turned pale, and he felt as if his spine had been pulled out. His whole body was limp and he couldn't exert any strength at all.
The poisoning was not the most uncomfortable thing for him. What made him most uncomfortable was that someone could explain how a creature with three bullets in its heart and brain stem could survive? This was really unreasonable!
Compared to Michael's depression, the werewolf seemed unusually excited, and his pair of green eyes were full of bloodthirsty desire.
Michael would not sit there and wait for death. He endured the poison and raised his pistol to fight back.
The crimson moon was obscured by clouds, and in the huge open space of the manor, only a man and a wolf were confronting each other.
"Shit, where are the other servants? Where are the police and bodyguards guarding outside?"
Michael's face became more and more ugly, and the degree of poisoning was gradually deepening. He understood that if he could not get rid of the werewolf within a certain period of time, this period of his life would come to an end.
His brain was working rapidly, trying desperately to think of how to break the deadlock.
Michael thought carefully about all the magical items he currently carried with him.
Considering that having his energy drained would affect the mission, he did not bring the big eyes with him this time. The only things he had at hand were the "Ducati Ring" and the "Shadow Mask".
However, the extraordinary abilities attached to these two magical items are more suitable for a war of attrition, but he can no longer afford it.
While Michael was thinking, the werewolf finally moved.
He swung his arms, and his long black nails, sharp as daggers, shone with a metallic luster under the reflection of the faint moonlight.
Michael suddenly remembered the stimulant Mario gave him. With a thought, he took out the blue potion from his pocket with trembling fingers.
But before Michael could pull out the cork, the werewolf rushed to him and raised his paw to knock the potion away.
Then it stabbed out its entire arm cleanly and neatly, piercing Michael's chest, making him feel a real chill.
Blood flowed from his chest and stained his shirt red. The light in Michael's eyes gradually disappeared and became dim.
This time no one came to save him, no one came to save him...
The clouds in the sky quietly dispersed, revealing a full red moon.
Under the moonlight, a cloud of rolling and festering mist suddenly appeared in front of Michael's gradually blurry vision. From the mist, various terrifying body organs, slimy black tentacles, and ferocious mouths full of fangs continued to grow...
Michael had never felt so clear-headed before. The poison in his body was relieved instantly, and at the same time, a lot of knowledge about fighting appeared in his head.
The werewolf was still roaring at this time, and used his sharp nails as blades to chop straight at Michael's neck.
This time Michael did not dodge. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the werewolf's claw. Then, under the werewolf's incredulous gaze, Michael stood on the ground again, exerted a little force with his palm, and crushed the werewolf's hand bones into pieces.
"Ahhhh!"
Amid the piercing howl, Michael pulled the werewolf's hand out with a nonchalant look on his face. Organ fragments and dark red blood spilled all over the floor, and the wound on his chest healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Then, he slammed the trembling werewolf to the ground with one hand, stepped on its head, and then gently exerted force...
Phew!
A breeze blew from afar, disturbing the dark clouds in the sky again and covering the bright red moon.
On the ground covered with shadows, Michael looked coldly at the werewolf's body whose head was crushed by the crushing blow, and said nothing.
The battle was resolved very quickly and neatly, from the time the werewolf appeared to the time he was killed, the entire process took no more than five minutes.
Just then, Michael heard Irina and Mario calling from behind.
He shook his head and turned around, and saw Irina running in front and Mario running behind carrying a werewolf's corpse. The two were heading in this direction.
Michael was stunned for a moment, then he looked down at the werewolf at his feet.
As if sensing his gaze, the dead werewolf was shedding its black hair at an extremely fast speed, revealing the thin human skin underneath.
Only at this moment did Michael realize that he had fallen into a trap, a strategy to lure the tiger away from the mountain.Chapter 35 New DirectionTitle of the Book:Secret: I just want to farmAuthor: Be a FireflyChapter word count: 4102 wordsUpdate time: 2025-04-10 21:32:07
In the Marquis Gaudí's palace, Michael leaned against the wall in the corner without saying a word, watching the police coming and going and carrying Elsie's body out bit by bit.
Everyone present had a very unhappy expression on their faces. This was already the fifth, the fifth inhumane murder case! This time the murderer committed the crime right under their noses.
Many policemen who were secretly guarding outside the Marquis's Mansion died at the claws of the werewolf. They paid such a painful price but the murderer still escaped.
Irina, who had changed into a trainee knight outfit that was easier to move around in, walked slowly to Michael and comforted him:
"Don't blame yourself too much, this is not your fault alone..."
Michael turned his head and gave Irina a forced smile: "I'm fine."
He lied.
Although he was neither sad nor angry about Elsie's death, he did feel deeply sorry.
No matter what people do, they always need a reason. Michael achieved one goal after another by relying on his commitment and persistence.
He always adhered to the principle of "a promise is worth a thousand gold", but now the murderer made him break his promise.
He won't get angry, but he will hold a grudge.
Where Irina couldn't see, a fire ignited in Michael's eyes, bright but not burning.
On the other side, Mario also walked towards the two of them after finishing the handover with the police.
Seeing Mario, Michael asked, "Captain, have you found out about the werewolf turning into a human?"
"It's lycanthropy. A real 'werewolf' can inject toxins through his fingernails to forcibly transform an ordinary person into one of its kind. The person will have the same characteristics as a normal werewolf, but the lifespan of a werewolf transformed in this way will not be too long," said Mario.
He paused, and continued, "And if it was just a Sequence 7 Werewolf, the pseudo-wolf wouldn't be so powerful. I suspect the murderer is most likely a Sequence 6 or even Sequence 5 Prisoner, or he has a Seal of the same level."
The moment Michael heard Mario's words, his spiritual intuition was touched. He suddenly remembered that when Claire gave him the commission, she mentioned that there had been a lot of missing cases recently.
Michael told the two of them about this matter. At the end, he expressed his guess: "I suspect that some of these people were captured by the real murderer and made into fake wolves."
Mario nodded and said, "I know about this. The police didn't take it seriously at first. Later, when they were interrogating the Redemption Society, they accidentally found out that they often used residents of the Heqiao and Heqiao districts as living sacrifices. That's why they strengthened the supervision of these two places."
Irina sighed upon hearing this, "A large number of homeless vagrants die in the River District and the Bridge District every year, but the nobles never care about these lowly people in their eyes.
I think that's why these bad guys are so unscrupulous in treating them as consumables and sacrificial materials."
Irina, who was born into a royal family and had a deep understanding of this situation, sighed deeply again and leaned weakly against the wall next to Michael.
The heavy topic made the three people's eyes reveal a little confusion. For a moment, the atmosphere in the corner fell into silence.
"Unfortunately, it's difficult for us to change this situation." Mario broke the silence. "But don't be too discouraged. I will report this matter to the archbishop. Now let's think about what to do next."
"I think the plan to protect potential targets cannot be changed. The murderer may still commit crimes again and will be more cautious. We need to request more support from teammates." Irina spoke quickly, as if she had already had the idea.
"In addition, the previous divination results for the murderer showed that he was an unemployed vagrant. There is a high possibility that such a person lives in the bridge area and the river area. I think it is necessary to intensify the search in these two places."
Michael was a little dazed when he heard the result of the divination. He knew that after the church intervened in the murder case, it immediately used 3-0247 to divine the murderer. The final result only had two characteristics: unemployed vagrant and male, which made the case unable to move forward.
"Unemployed vagrants..."
Michael was suddenly struck by lightning and lowered his eyes to the roses scattered on the ground not far away.
This was the murderer's habit. After each crime he would place a large number of roses around the victim.
Michael stared at the blood-red rose petals on the ground, and an idea involuntarily emerged in his mind.
Mario asked at this time: "Michael, what do you think?"
"Rose..." Michael slowly retracted his gaze and said.
"What?" They both looked at Michael in confusion.
"Every time the murderer committed a crime, the grounds were covered with roses. Have the Mother Goddess' personal guards ever investigated the source of these roses?"
Mario said with a slightly disappointed look: "I know what you want to say. We traced the source of these roses at the beginning. Unfortunately, the murderer did not leave any loopholes."
Michael smiled: "That's right."
Irina asked in confusion, "What do you mean?"
"The murderer is a very cautious person, as can be seen from the fact that he released the fake wolf to lead us away this time, so he must have considered in advance that the police would trace the source of the roses." Michael pointed at the rose petals on the ground, "Then these roses must have been planted by him."
Mario looked in the direction of Michael's finger and frowned, "So what does this mean?"
"I've seen the crime scene photos from previous cases. Compared to the previous four cases, there are obviously fewer petals at the crime scene this time," Michael replied.
Irina was the first to understand. Her eyes lit up and she continued:
"In other words... this probably means that the murderer's roses are running out. If he wants to continue committing crimes, he will definitely go buy seeds!"
Mario finally reacted, stroking his thick beard with his hand, and said slowly:
"In Feynaport, it is normal for private individuals to purchase flower seeds, but considering the amount of roses the murderer needs to consume each time he commits a crime, the number of seeds he needs to purchase is definitely far more than normal!
As long as we search every large transaction of this type of rose seeds in Feynaport City, we can follow the clues and catch the murderer!"
Because of the particularity of the religious beliefs of the Kingdom of Feynapotter, the seeds sold by merchants to private individuals are often processed and there is no possibility of further reproduction, so theoretically this idea is feasible.
But at this time, Michael, who proposed the idea, poured cold water on the two of them.
"That's one direction, but I said the murderer was a cautious person. He would most likely spend a long time buying seeds little by little from those street vendors."
"Personally, I prefer the second possibility. Otherwise, it is impossible to explain why a meticulous murderer who has committed multiple murders and is still at large would not have enough roses."
Mario nodded, acknowledging Michael's idea. "You're right. The next plan is still to focus on protecting the remaining potential targets, supplemented by investigating the rose seeds."
After Mario finished speaking, the atmosphere between the three of them was silent for a moment, and everyone tacitly did not raise the question of "Why did the murderer know to set an ambush here?"
Mario looked at Michael, who was covered in blood and looked exhausted. He walked up to him and patted him on the shoulder. "Thank you for your hard work today. Leave the rest to me. Let little Irina take you back to rest."
"Haha, you are the great hero this time. Once the murderer knows that you are still alive, he will definitely come after you again." Mario joked.
"Am I some Kudo Shinichi?" Michael complained in his heart, but he also clearly felt that the depressed atmosphere that had been a little bit depressed since the beginning was relieved a little.
He did not refuse, and Irina readily agreed, so the two of them took the private carriage with the royal emblem painted on it and returned to Siva Lake Street.
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"Ahhh! I have no inspiration. I can't write!"
It was a little after one in the morning. Claire was wearing a pink and white silk nightgown. She had dark circles under her eyes and was scratching her long hair in annoyance.
Yes, she fell into the state of inspiration drought that all authors fear the most but is also inevitable, commonly known as "card".
Every author hates this situation because it means "condemnation" from readers; it means urging from editors; and more importantly, it means the loss of royalties.
Pah! Keleisi threw the slender yellow pen in her hand onto the desk, then kicked the chair with her body back.
She stretched and walked to the window, thinking of looking at the moon outside and breathing in the fresh air to change her mood.
Just as Claire pushed open the window, her attention was diverted by the movement below.
She saw a private carriage pulled up at the door of Detective Hulse's house opposite.
"Why, who would come to see Detective Hulls at this hour?"
Curiously, Claire leaned her hands on the windowsill and looked into the distance.
Suddenly, under the crimson moonlight in the sky, Claire discovered that the private carriage was painted with the coat of arms of the House of Castile, representing the symbol of the Fenaporthe royal family!
In an instant, many speculations emerged in Claire's head, which was full of fantastic ideas, and her curiosity about the unknown, which was hidden in everyone's heart, was completely ignited.
Claire lay on the windowsill concentrating intently, not wanting to miss any frame.
A man and a woman soon got out of the carriage. Although the man's face was unclear, the devastated Grace recognized him at a glance as her neighbor, the eccentric Detective Hulls.
The woman who was supporting Detective Hulls was wearing dark leather armor and tight knight trousers.
Because of the angle and shadow, Claire could only see half of the woman's face, but this half of the face was enough for Claire, who was also a woman, to judge that the other person was definitely a beauty!
"This, this, this... No way, no way!"
A smile gradually rose uncontrollably on Claire's fair face, and her deep purple eyes, which had excellent eyesight since childhood, had never been as focused as they were today.
She was not disappointed. At this moment, Claire saw Detective Hulls suddenly shrink his body very weakly and fall into the woman's arms.
The heroically dressed woman gently and caringly held Hels's shoulders, then lowered her face before Claire was caught off guard.
"Hey hey hey! From this angle, from this angle, could it be that they are... kissing?!"
Keleisi, who had been single for many years, felt that her face was about to burn. She didn't dare to look anymore and quickly retracted her head, closing the window with a bang.
Claire raised her hands to cover her burning cheeks and sat against the wall, the scene just now constantly appearing in her mind.
Soon, her inspiration burst out again, and she immediately returned to her desk and began to write furiously.
Tonight, she will fight without sleep!
However, it was completely different from what Claire thought...
Irina bent her neck slightly, her beautiful emerald green eyes became deep, and her spiritual vision was opened silently.
"How are you, are you okay?"
As the girl asked, she used the "doctor's" eyes that could see deep into the organ level to carefully examine Michael's entire body.
Michael stood up, shook his head, and said with an apologetic smile: "I'm sorry, I don't know why I suddenly felt dizzy, luckily you supported me in time, thank you so much today, you should go back early too."
Seeing that Michael was just a little weak and nothing serious happened, Irina smiled and said, "Well, then you should go to bed early."
After saying goodbye to Irina, Michael walked to the room with unsteady steps, took out the key and pushed the door open.
"Oh! Great Lord, you are finally back."
As soon as he entered the door, Michael heard Big Eyes' exaggerated voice.
Without saying a word, he walked to the coffee table where Big Eyes was placed, took off the ring, and casually placed it next to Big Eyes. Then he took out the raw meat that had been prepared long ago from the kitchen and fed it to Shadow Mask.
After doing all this, Michael placed his hand on the hard raised skin of his big eyes and said, "Suck it."
"My Lord, has something happened? Please tell me so that I can help you solve your problems!"
The big eyes did not move, it blinked its golden dragon eye and looked at Michael with concern.
"..." After a moment of silence, Michael said nonchalantly: "It's just a small matter, don't take it to heart."
Big Eyes knew Michael was lying, but it couldn't say anything. It rolled its eyes and changed the subject: "My Lord, you seem to have some bad marks on you."
Michael was stunned for a moment, then he looked down and saw the blood stain on his chest. He thought Big Eyes was referring to the scars on his body. It was Big Eyes' usual style to describe common things in a second-rate way, so he didn't care and said nonchalantly, "It's okay, it's just a small injury, nothing to worry about."
"As expected of my Lord..."
Seeing that Big Eyes was about to start praising him again, Michael quickly turned cold and interrupted him, saying, "Hurry up and suck. I have to go to bed after you finish."
He closed his eyes with a look of grievance, and as a white light flashed, Michael felt his mind go blank. Then he didn't want to do anything, so he just lay down on the sofa and fell into a deep sleep.
She glanced secretly at the "Ducati Ring" beside her with her big eyes, and looked at the black gas wrapped around the silver ring as if it were real, and she couldn't help but shed tears.
"Woo, woo, woo, that's scary."