Becoming a God by Raising a Witch

"Miss Rebby."

Locke helped Boyd up, suppressed his laughter, and said, "Sorry, this is my colleague. We are all investigators of the Sixth Magistrate Court. Your red shoes were taken away by Kona. ”

"Kona!"

Rebbie Bilal looked at Kona with a ferocious expression, and found that she was indeed wearing her own red dancing shoes on her feet, "You little bitch, take them off for me!"

"ah."

Kona screamed and hid behind Locke.

"Kona, why don't you take off your shoes?"

Locke turned his head and looked at the freckle-faced Kona, "Do you really want to be taken to the security court?"

"No, no, I'll take it off now."

Although she was very reluctant, Ke Na still bent down and took off her shoes.

Unfortunately, the red dance shoes seemed to be bound to her feet, and she couldn't take them off no matter how hard she tried.

Boyd glanced at Kena,

"You must be willing to take it off without any reluctance."

"I, I, but I."

Kona started crying again in grievance.

Rebbie Bilal grabbed Kona's hair and said viciously, "Take it off for me quickly, or I will chop off your legs. Who told you to covet my things?"

"Miss Rebby, please pay attention."

Locke looked at her seriously, and she let go.

Kona held her head and cried, saying,

"I, I've tried my best, but I can't take it off."

"In that case, come back to the Sheriff's Court with us, Miss Lebby. We will send the shoes back later."

Locke said to Rebbie Bilal.

"How is this possible?"

Rebbie Bilal looked at Locke nervously. She bent down and took off Kona's red dancing shoes. Unfortunately, she couldn't pull them off. The shoes seemed to have grown on Kona's feet.

After she tried tug-of-war several times and failed, she reluctantly allowed Locke and Boyd to take Kena away.

The three of them got into the carriage. Kona turned back in despair and glanced at the Rose Theater.

She will definitely not be able to come back in the future.

"Woooo, I just did one thing wrong, but I have to pay such a heavy price. Why? I, I don't want to leave the Rose Theater. I want to be a famous ballet dancer. I don't want to be reduced to a street girl or a homeless person. Chinese."

Kena hugged her head and cried. The red dancing shoes seemed to sense the despair and unwillingness in her heart and glowed faintly.

The next second, the red dancing shoes took her and jumped out of the carriage.

"not good."

Boyd stopped the carriage and Locke was already chasing him.

Kona, who was wearing red dancing shoes, ran very fast and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Chapter 123, released bait

The smell of Kona's body was quickly overwhelmed by all kinds of miscellaneous smells. Crowded streets are the easiest place to hide smells. This requires Locke to concentrate and search carefully.

Big beads of sweat broke out on Locke's forehead, and his brain throbbed.

This is because he used the Heart of Dreams many times in a row without getting any rest, and acted directly again.

His instinct told him that he could not continue to chase.

Boyd quickly caught up with Locke in the crowd. He saw Locke's weak state.

"Locke, don't worry, we will find her. Go back now, you need to rest."

"No, I'm worried that there will be new variables."

"Don't worry, even if there are new variables, we can deal with it. I just marked Kena. No matter where she escapes, I can find her."

"What mark?"

Locke asked curiously. He and Boyd escorted Kona together along the way. He did not see any marking behavior by Boyd, and he even had little contact with her because the other party was just an ordinary girl of fourteen years old. Neither of them had any Too concerned.

The only time Boyd came into contact with Kena was when he thoughtfully gave her a cup of black tea and asked her to drink it.

"Is it that cup of tea?"

Locke was stunned.

Boyd nodded, "Yes, as long as she drinks the tea I handed out, I can find her wherever she goes. If she returns the dancing shoes to the person behind the scenes, we can even take the opportunity to find the mysterious person." people."

"So you let Ke Na go on purpose?"

Locke asked.

Boyd nodded again, "Yes, we have to put out the bait."

Locke couldn't help but admire Boyd, he was indeed a veteran investigator.

"In addition to observing Kona, we can also investigate the population records of the Rose Theater to see who sent Kona and when she became Miss Rebbie Bilal's assistant. Can Kona be in Rebebi Bilard's office? I believe it is not a coincidence that Miss Lal took off her red dancing shoes as soon as she took them off.”

Locke gave his opinion.

"Yes, this is a good idea. We can split up. I will be responsible for hunting down Kena, and you will be responsible for investigating the people at the Rose Theater."

Boyd said appreciatively.

Locke nodded and asked hesitantly, "Boyd, Kena is also a woman, are you okay?"

"Don't worry, she hasn't developed into a real woman yet, there is no problem, just like facing Angela."

Boyd said with a sad face.

"I will keep this a secret from you and will never tell Angela."

Locke said with a smile.

"Remember, you need to rest and the investigation is not urgent."

Boyd patted Locke on the shoulder.

Locke nodded.

Boyd left and Locke took the carriage back to the Rose Theater.

After taking a nap on the carriage for a while, Locke opened his eyes again and saw a black cat standing on his shoulder.

"I would be very happy if you worked so hard when making delicious food, shit shovel."

Erin said calmly.

"Xiao Ai, why are you here?"

"As your half-teacher, I have the obligation to remind you that frequent use of weird objects or your own weird abilities will cause mental burden. The heavier the mental burden, the easier it is for you to lose control, and certain desires will be destroyed. Magnify infinitely, to the point where you can’t control it and become a monster.”

Erin said seriously.

Locke swallowed.

"I'm just mentally exhausted."

"Mental exhaustion is the first step. Remember, as a weird ability user of the mutant system, you must keep a clear mind and full of energy at all times, and cannot let yourself fall into exhaustion."

"Okay, I remember."

Locke actually relied on the system to obtain his weird abilities, but he couldn't tell Erin this.

And he couldn't guarantee that the ability given by the system would 100% prevent him from losing control.

In order to better understand these strange abilities, Locke asked,

“What are the specific manifestations of loss of control?”

"Mental exhaustion, mental exhaustion, and then mental breakdown. The mental world is filled with certain desires and thoughts, and the body mutates. The mutations of each out-of-control person are different. You can judge by your skin. If your skin If your penis develops scales, begins to rot, or oozes pus, it means you are out of control.”

Erin said.

"Um."

Locke immediately checked the skin on his arm and found that it was still normal, and he breathed a long sigh of relief.

There is a high probability that the system will not let itself go out of control.

"Go back, you need to rest."

Erin said the same thing as Boyd.

"I actually took a good nap and now I don't feel tired at all and I can continue working."

Locke laughed.

"Why are you so anxious? Is it because of that thing that you can't do anything about?"

Erin asked.

"Yes, I need to hurry up. After completing this task, we can go find a new witch and accumulate strength for you."

Locke said honestly.

Erin nodded the cat's head gently and placed her furry paws on Locke's head.

Locke had a strange feeling, as if a cat had gotten into his mind and was swimming in the ocean of his consciousness.

After a moment, the black cat retracted its claws.

"There is no problem with your mental state. You can continue to act. It seems that I underestimated you."

Locke saw the surprised expression on Irene's face, and he was a little proud.

"Is my spiritual world different from ordinary people?"

"I saw you regretting why you didn't have sex with Miss Rebbie Pilar."

"You are making a false accusation."

"Haha, you despicable shit shoveler."

Locke blushed slightly. He didn't expect that Eileen could even see this. He really didn't leave himself any privacy at all.

After all, I have entered the dream world of Miss Rebbie Pilar countless times, and became a lover with her in the dream. I have seen everything that should be seen and should not be seen. It is normal to have some thoughts, right?

If he had no idea at all, Locke would wonder if there was something wrong with him.

It's just that this idea was seen through by a beautiful woman in front of her. This was undoubtedly social death. Even the shameless Locke was a little embarrassed.

Locke returned to the Rose Theater with Black Cat, entering through the back door as usual.

"Yes, Miss Jacquelin's lover has made an appointment to meet her."

Locke used the same reason. The 2.6-meter-tall female doorman smiled and said,

"You came just in time, Miss Jacqueline is about to go out."

The female doorman let her tall and burly body aside, and a beautiful lady in gorgeous clothes and heavy makeup looked at Locke with a smile,

"How come I don't remember having such a young and handsome lover?"

"Miss Jacqueline?"

Although this was the second time Locke saw the real Jacquelin, he had peeked at Boyd's collection of photo albums before and was extremely familiar with Jacquelin.

This was his second social death today, and he was exposed on the spot.

The female doorman showed an unkind expression, "So you were just lying to me?"

"Celia, don't be so rude. It's not good to scare this young gentleman."

Jacqueline covered her face with her feather fan and said with a chuckle.

The female doorkeeper named Celia did not speak anymore and retreated behind her.

Jacqueline stretched out her hand wearing a lace glove, and Locke took Jacquelin's hand, gently poked the wrist, and completed the hand kiss.