Becoming a God by Raising a Witch

"Locke, you really like flat chests."

"NO, I have not."

"Then you like Miss Lucy's figure?"

Erin looked at Locke with a smile.

Locke felt as if he was being inspected.

It's like having a cat at home but petting the cat outside.

"Xiao Ai, do you want to go out with me?"

"I'm starting to learn how to change the subject. Why should I stay with a servant at all times?"

"Um...then just stay at home and lie down."

Locke complained.

Going out again, Locke and Rebecca's transformed Hannah act together.

The two came to the Food Association, and Rebecca handed the front desk staff her ID and letter of recommendation.

After the front desk staff saw the signature on the recommendation letter, they immediately said to Rebecca respectfully,

"Please fill out the application form."

"Um."

Rebecca proudly took the application form and handed it to Locke.

Locke didn't argue with her and looked at the contents on the application form.

These are two forms, the first is to apply to join the Grain Association, and the second is to apply to become a grain supplier.

Locke filled out the form and handed it to the staff.

After the staff stamped a stamp, he placed the form in the file.

"You can go back and wait for the news. I will reply to you in three working days."

"OK, thanks."

Locke said.

Rebecca and Locke left the Grain Association together.

Rebecca licked her tongue, "Can I eat that person just now?"

"What's up with him?"

"It's nothing, it's just that his soul is very fat."

Rebecca swallowed.

"Soul fat?"

Locke glanced at Rebecca suspiciously and recalled the staff member just now. He had an ordinary appearance, no recognition, a medium build, and was wearing the uniform of the Food Association. There was nothing special about him. How could he have a fat soul? ?

It seems it's time to take Rebecca to death row.

Well, you have to apply to the director, otherwise you won't be able to get in.

The director has now begun to suspect that I am suspicious of her. How can I eliminate her doubts?

Cook more of her favorite delicacies? She's not Erin, so this move won't work.

Locke was full of thoughts and walked back after finishing his work.

After returning home, he resumed cooking beef bourguignon.

Erin was flipping through the information and acting as a supervisor.

"Xiao Ai, you really don't need to stay in the kitchen. I'll take it out when it's ready."

"No, I want to taste the first sip of the soup to judge the quality of the food."

"What are you looking at?"

"I found one of the cases you brought back yesterday very interesting."

Chapter 118, C318 Red Dance Shoes

Erin pulled out file 1658 and handed it to Locke.

"Twelve children are missing in the West District. After three consecutive months of investigation, the Sheriff has not found any clues. A homeless witness said that he saw a colorful fog appearing before several of the children disappeared. There seemed to be a mysterious figure in the fog. Woman, suspected of being a witch who eats children.”

"Did it really happen that a witch did it?"

Locke asked confused.

Erin smiled and said, "It's not yet certain whether it was caused by a witch. What's interesting is that you can look at the address where the crime occurred."

Locke looked at the file carefully and found that all the children disappeared near Old Tom's apartment in the Pate neighborhood in the West End. For this reason, the sheriffs also sealed off the Old Pate neighborhood and conducted inquiries at every household.

Moreover, the time of disappearance was September 1449!

September 1449 was the year when Locke traveled through time and came to this world.

He recalled that there were indeed sheriffs who came to search their home, but since Hannah was already a reporter at the time, their behavior was not as crude as searching other homes.

And three months ago, Hannah reported the disappearance of her parents. The sheriff in charge of the Pate neighborhood also knew Hannah, so he didn't embarrass them too much.

It is said that other families paid some amount of hard money to the sheriffs, so that they stopped the search work that was similar to smashing, smashing and looting.

"I have an impression of this case. It seems that the investigation lasted for two or three months. In the end, people from the Pate neighborhood jointly wrote a complaint letter to the city government, which made the sheriff stop the search. After that, it was nothing. Unexpectedly Handed over to the Extraordinary Bureau."

Locke was reminded of his memories and said slowly.

"Look at the investigation results and the investigators."

[Investigator: Tops. Investigation results: No trace of the witch's existence was found. Human trafficking was suspected and it was recommended to be transferred to the Fifth Magistrate Court. ]

[Result: The Fifth Magistrates Court refused to take over. ]

"Tops? Who is he?"

Could it be that he was the investigator who offended Rhaenys, was put in the shoes, and finally died in the North.

Could this case be related to Rhaenys?

Is she the reason why these children are missing in the West End?

No, no, if that's the case, shouldn't she completely destroy the files on this case? Why would you leave it to yourself?

Even a trial would be too risky.

So this matter must have nothing to do with Rhaenys.

But if I have preconceptions and already know that Rhaenys is a witch, and also know that Tops is an investigator who died in the North, and therefore associate her with the murderer, then it proves that I really know that she is a witch and have the ability to identify witches. Ability.

This case is untouchable!

Locke handed the document to Black Cat,

"I'm not interested at all."

"Okay, in that case, I'll go check it out myself."

Erin raised her tail, held the document in her mouth, walked gracefully with cat steps, and walked away.

Locke went to the study and made up a report for Sickert.

The next day, Locke handed the report to Sigurd, and the two appeared in Rhaenys' office again.

Rhaenys Shadow was in her office playing with her new pet, a white parrot.

Seeing Locke and Sigurd, the corners of her eyes raised slightly, and she said with a half-smile,

"Sigur, Locke, you are here."

"Director."

Sigurd was visibly relieved when he saw it was Rhaenys Shadow.

After reading the report Locke wrote for Sigurd, Rhaenys Shadow was not angry. Instead, she held her chin in one hand and looked at Locke.

"Locke, how much did you charge Sigurd?"

"Director, 1 Silver Mick."

Locke answered truthfully.

"You are very talented in business, but remember to change your handwriting next time. This is not a difficult thing. You can ask Boyd for advice."

Rhaenys Shadow said with a smile.

"Okay, I remember."

Locke follows what is good.

"Go find Boyd and go to the Rose Theater to investigate the red shoes. Sigurd, you and Robson will hand over the task to them."

"ah?"

Sigurd was stunned. He didn't expect that this case would be handed over.

"Actually, Robson and I already have some clues. We can ensure that we solve the case as soon as possible."

Siegel didn't want to change his job to another drudgery.

However, Rhaenys Shadow is not a person who likes to discuss things with others.

Locke looked carefully and found that there was really no shadow of Rhaenys's shadow.

But under normal circumstances, this kind of thing really goes unnoticed.

Because her clothes have shadows.

As long as the shadow clone wears clothes, the shadow problem is actually easy to solve. If it is wearing hooded clothes, it is basically impossible to tell the difference between the shadow clone and the main body.

Of course, Rhaenys Shadow has no shadow, so it could be Rhaenys in disguise.

She was originally a shadow witch, not a weirdo who had witch blood but didn't become a witch.

"Mrs. Malvina died. Her and the Baron's funerals were held three days later. The Baron died of a heart attack, and Mrs. Malvina committed suicide due to grief."

Rhaenys Shadow changed the subject, not giving Sigurd a chance to choose.

"died?"

Both Sigurd and Locke had a hint of surprise in their eyes.

"Yes, on the night she was imprisoned in the dungeon, something happened to her and she was killed by me."

"Where's Mrs. Suman?"

Sigurd asked.

"Due to insufficient evidence, Mrs. Suman can leave the Abnormality Bureau today. Sickert, you and Robson are responsible for continuing to monitor her."

Rhaenys Shadow teased the white parrot and said.

"Director, um, can I trade with Locke?"

Sigurd didn’t give up yet.

Rhaenys Shadow waved her hand, "You can go down now."

"Director, I have one more thing."

Before Locke finished speaking, he and Sigurd were pulled out of Office 302 by their own shadows.

"It seems like the director doesn't want to hear what you have to say."

Sigurd shrugged.

"Hey, we can only mention it later."

Locke sighed.

"What's the matter? Tell me and see if I can help?"

Sigurd put his hand on Locke's shoulder.

"As for the demon Rebecca, she needs to devour a soul every once in a while. I need the director to give me special approval to let me go to death row."