American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers!

Padrick Farm.

Peter dug out the magic book that had been on the shelf before, compared it, and quickly determined what type of magic circle Ms. Nancy drew.

‘Summoning Magic Circle’ allows you to summon hellish creatures and sign a contract with them to gain extraordinary power.

But the host himself may be counterattacked by hellish creatures at any time.

Closing the magic book, Peter frowned and fell into thought.

Could it be said that Ms. Nancy’s psychic skills were obtained by signing a contract with the devil in hell?

So, is her death related to the backlash of hell creatures?

After a while, he shook his head with regret, threw the magic book on the table, stood up and looked out the window.

Unfortunately, I don’t know magic.

It would be nice if there was a magician by my side.

Night fell, and the entire farm began to be gradually enveloped in pitch-black gloom.

The next day, early morning.

After Clark stepped onto the school bus, he glanced toward the back seat.

Lana was sitting alone in the back seat, resting her chin on her hand and looking out the window. She looked young and beautiful.

Not far from Lana, Azu was sitting alone.

After hesitating for a while, between Lana and Azu, Clark finally chose to walk towards the empty seat next to Azu, and then sat down.

Clark sat down, glanced quickly at Lana, and then looked straight ahead.

Although he had some conflicts with Azu yesterday, with the intervention of his godfather in the morning, he and Azu had reconciled.

Even now he still doesn't agree with Azu's extreme views.

"You should have sat there, Clark."

Azu's observation skills were very keen, and he immediately saw Clark's little movements.

Clark put his schoolbag in front of him with some embarrassment and whispered: "I would rather be with you. I mean, I have no experience in contact with Lana."

As he spoke, he glanced quickly at Lana again, as if he was afraid that his words would be heard by the other party.

Azu felt that Clark was obviously duplicity.

"You're lying, Clark, you obviously don't have the courage."

"No, of course I have courage, but it has nothing to do with courage."

Clark's tone of voice was a bit unimpressive.

Azu felt that he had to encourage Clark and let him take the first step.

It's been so long since school started, and it seems like Clark hasn't taken the initiative to strike up a conversation with Lana.

"Have you not watched the recent romance TV series? Clark, the protagonist in it said: Love is a flower growing on the edge of a cliff. If you want to pick it, you have to give in a little courage."

"Well"

Clark was a little confused.

He didn't expect Azu to know this? !

But he quickly explained with a blushing face: "This is not love, John, I just think Lana is a very nice person."

But to Azu, his words were as unconvincing as a baby not liking to drink breast milk.

Azu rolled his eyes and gave Clark some advice.

"Indeed, there are many good girls in this world. I believe your reasons, Clark, but if you want to talk to her, you have to take a brave step. If you take the initiative to sit next to her and say hello to her, you are a Good choice.”

"No, no."

Clark waved his hands excitedly, and then said frustratedly: "I'm too nervous."

Azu patted Clark on the shoulder, "You'll never have a chance if you don't try."

"real?"

"Really, I believe you will succeed."

"All right."

Clark finally worked up the courage, stood up, and walked over to Lana.

When Clark walked towards Lana who was sitting by the car window, Azu patted the black student in the front row, Little Sam Jones.

He proudly said to little Sam: "I guess five moves, the bet is five dollars."

Little Sam looked at Clark who was walking stiffly, and said confidently: "I guess seven steps, my luck has always been very good."

The two were making a bet on how quickly Clark would fall when he approached Lana.

"one!"

"two!"

"three!"

As the two of them counted the numbers quietly, Clark's steps became more steady.

A smile appeared on his lips, and he repeated the words he said to Lana several times in his mind.

"five!"

Just when Azu counted to five, Clark suddenly lost his footing and fell flat on the ground, his body falling forward uncontrollably.

With a "bang", Clark fell embarrassingly in front of Lana's seat.

The schoolbag fell to the ground, and the books inside were thrown out and scattered at Lana's feet.

The sudden sound attracted the attention of all the students in the school bus.

Seeing Clark's embarrassed appearance, everyone burst into laughter.

Lana saw Clark falling in front of her and quickly helped him pick up the book.

Picking up a thick book and seeing "Nietzsche" written on it, Lana felt a little magical.

She didn't expect that Clark would like to read Nietzsche at such a young age.

Well, even though I am about the same age as him.

"Are you okay? Clark."

Lana handed him the Nietzsche book and asked with a concerned tone.

"Yes, I'm fine."

Clark was so embarrassed that he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in, but he still had the confidence to strike up a conversation in the first place.

On the other side, Azu snatched the five dollars from Little Sam's hand.

"Looks like I won."

Seeing that his pocket money was so easily won by Azu, little Sam said unconvinced: "I'm just unlucky. I will definitely win next time."

At this time, Clark still didn't know that his embarrassing story was used by Azu and Zu as part of a bet.

After the embarrassed Clark escaped, Azu and Little Sam looked at each other and saw the expressions in each other's eyes trying to hold back laughter.

Smallwell School.

Azu comforted Clark, who was in a bad mood, "It was just a failure. Maybe I can succeed next time."

In order to continue to earn little Sam's pocket money, he cheered Clark up.

Clark, who didn't know that he had been cheated, gratefully thanked Azu.

"Thanks, John."

"You're welcome Clark, we're brothers, aren't we?"

The two of them walked forward as they talked. When they reached the flower bed, they saw a group of girls surrounding a girl in the middle.

Clark recognized this as his fifth-grade classmate Allison Mack. He had seen this girl near Lana's house.

Alison is a bit fat and has pimples on her face.

Because her body was soaked, her wet hair stuck to her face limply and without luster.

She just stood there, her head hanging slightly, letting the water slap her body, and the water droplets rolled down, looking like a sacrificial lamb.

The senior girls surrounding her laughed happily and poured water from their cups on her body.

"Hey, what are you doing?!"

Seeing the bad behavior of this group of girls, Clark's blood pressure immediately rose and he shouted at them: "Stop!"

Hearing Clark's voice, several people turned their eyes over.

Clark walked up to a few people and glared at a few guys who behaved badly.

"This is none of your business, kid. If you don't want to get into trouble, get out of here!"

Being stared at by the shorter Clark with angry eyes, several senior girls couldn't help but make threats.

Seeing that Clark was in trouble, Azu immediately stood next to Clark and said to the girls: "If you want to fight, I can try!"

Although the other party is a woman, Azu said that he would not mind attacking a woman if the other party was not sensible.

Several senior girls, who knew Azu, whispered a few words to each other, glared at Clark viciously, then turned and left.

"Are you okay?"

After several senior bad girls left, Clark asked the girl who was lying on the ground in a mess.

"I'm fine, thank you, thank you."

Alison, who was trembling slightly, thanked Clark gratefully.

After Alison left, Azu looked at the other person's back and said, "You shouldn't care, Clark."

"Why don't you care?".

Clark didn't understand why Azu said this.

"Bullying between girls is different from boys. If you helped her this time, I think she will be bullied even more severely next time."

Clark asked in confusion: "How do you know?"

"I just know. I also know her name is Allison Mack. I've heard of her."

Azu shrugged his shoulders and said, "Everyone here seems to like to bully her. They hide snakes in her shoes, push her into the water, pinch her, stretch out their legs in the school corridor, and trip her. Knock her down; knock the books off her desk, lots and lots of them.”

"The most recent incident was when she fell asleep in class and her classmates put peanut butter in her hair."

Listening to what happened to the girl, Clark felt a little uncomfortable, "Why... would those people do that?"

"Dad said that people will destroy things that they hate or don't understand."

Clark exhaled after listening to Azu's words. He thought of the quarrel between him and Azu yesterday.

"Don't they have any sympathy?"

Azu thought for a while, "Probably not. Dad said that humans never feel the same way."

Alison, who had walked away while the two were talking, suddenly stopped and took out a broken lens from her bag with empty eyes.

Holding the lens hard, the blood from the cut palm slowly flowed into it.

night.

Smallwell Salon Club.

"Todd!"

Officer Chandler said, tapping the rim of the glass, "I need you to put another Long Island Iced Tea into this damn drink, and this time, you're going to make it Come to a higher level and drink it for me.”

Todd is the bartender at this restaurant.

"no problem."

As he said this, he walked over and prepared to make Chandler a drink.

Peter, who was sitting next to him, asked him while watching the bartender mixing drinks: "Have the police found out the cause of Charles Boone's death?"

Charles Boone was the farmer whose body was split in two.

"No, it's not clear yet."

Chandler shook his head, "His wounds certainly don't look like they were made by humans. They seem to have been torn apart alive. There are a lot of doubts in them."

"In addition, we investigated his financial situation. His farm fell into a relatively large debt crisis. Although I don't know why the murderer attacked him, one thing that is certain now is that the initiator's purpose was not for money. ”

Peter nodded, "What do you know about Ms. Nancy's death?"

"No, there are no clues, there are no traces at the scene, it's as if she was killed out of thin air."

Chandler put down his glass and looked at Peter suspiciously, "To be honest, I'm a little surprised, why can you find out about Ms. Nancy's death?"

"I just want to go to her for divination."

Peter explained, and after a casual glance at the door, his brows immediately frowned.