Calamity Crown

"Master Bachi"!

"Bloody Mary"!

"Half-dead"!

"Gap Girl"!

...

Notes on the desk, photos and annotations on the whiteboard are all centered around these 'folk customs'.

Moreover, each record is very detailed.

As if it really happened.

If you remove the prefix "I heard from a friend" and another prefix "heard by a friend of my friend" in front of each record, it really seems to be the same.

"Is this the 'Folk Research Institute'?"

Goethe whispered to himself.

But without the slightest rejection.

For, in his view, these folklore might be true.

Certain truths are always expressed in absurd ways, or, in other words, hidden in them in absurd ways.

For example, the seven incredible events on a certain campus: six of them are just to hide the event with the truth.

What's more, Goethe himself has come into contact with the extraordinary.

What else does he not believe.

"One week!"

"One week, get used to your current status!"

"Then……"

"While completing the main mission, do your best to find [Blood Honor]!"

Goethe used to make a preliminary plan for himself.

As for how to find [Bloody Honor]?

With the enlightenment from the previous 'secret realm', Goethe already knew how to do it.

'Modeus'!

According to the reminder just now, it is obvious that His Majesty the 'Mad King' should have also visited this 'secret realm'.

Then there is a high probability that there will be descendants left behind, maybe not like the 'Anchor World' and the last 'Secret Realm', where the other party's descendants were all slaughtered.

But one or two should, probably, have met with misfortune.

He just needs to focus on those one or two.

"By the way, I still need a pendulum!"

"Maybe I could try a crystal pendant?"

While Goethe was thinking in his heart, he began to seriously browse through the information collected by 'him'.

Gradually, the sun went west and the sky darkened.

The dry heat in the air dissipated, and there was an extra coolness.

Goethe raised his hand and pressed the switch on the wall.

The bright light immediately illuminated the entire room, and on the tree outside the window, six or seven crows appeared under the light.

However, they didn't have the slightest fear or thought of flying away, just stood on the branches, watching the surroundings like sentinels - after possessing the [Ominous Call], Goethe naturally wanted to make the best use of it.

As soon as he entered the 'Secret Realm', Goethe made [Spirit of Raven] gather no more than the limit number of [Crows].

After a few hours, the initial results have been achieved.

The few crows nearby have all been gathered.

Crows are social birds.

Goethe believed that soon, he could get nearly a hundred sentries.

After moving his body a bit, Goethe was ready to continue reading.

I have to say that the 'folklore' collected by 'he' is quite beautiful, even if it is read as a novel, it is completely fine.

This is especially true in bright light.

The "Anchor World" and the previous "Secret Realm" are still dominated by kerosene lamps, gas lamps and candles.

Not only is it not safe enough, but it is also not as bright as electric lights.

"Thanks for the advances in technology!"

After Goethe sincerely praised, he looked at the note in his hand.

"The content is detailed and the rhythm is good. If you are short of money, you can try a new discussion series."

Although not a truly great writer.

But the reading level, 'Marple' still has it.

Putting down the notes in his hand, Goethe picked up the next one, but before Goethe opened it, his eyes turned to the door.

somebody is coming!

Through the vision of [Raven Spirit], Goethe immediately saw two men and women in uniforms.

police?

Did 'I' commit a crime?

Not in memory!

Goethe was very sure that 'he' was not in a position to allow the police to come to the door.

As for him?

He just arrived, how could he provoke the police!

Boom, boom, boom!

Just as Goethe was thinking, there was a knock on the door.

"Hello, we are the police, here are our documents, there are some things, we want to ask you - don't worry, it's just a routine inquiry, not an interrogation."

After Goethe opened the door, the male policeman said gently.

And the female policeman was looking at Goethe.

The other party was around twenty, with neat short hair, but very sharp eyes, and standing there, his figure was as straight as a javelin, and there was a trace of the familiar "blood and fire" smell of Goethe on his body.

'soldier? '

Goethe guessed.

His eyes scanned the documents of the two of them.

The male policeman's name is: Xiusta

The policewoman's name is: Ann.

Then, he nodded very cooperatively.

"good."

With that said, Goethe turned sideways and invited the two into the room.

"Are these the subjects of the 'Folk Research Institute'?"

"It's quite unique!"

When the policeman saw the photo on the whiteboard, he couldn't help being curious.

This male policeman has a round face, a clean face, a baby face, and an ordinary figure. If it weren't for the police uniform on his body, it would be hard to think that the other party was a policeman.

"Need some water?"

Goethe did not answer, but asked rhetorically.

In this one-room research institute, the only drink is water.

"Thanks."

Husta immediately thanked him.

"No need!"

An refused coldly, and the female police officer asked directly.

"Do you know Laura?"

"Lola?"

Goethe frowned.

"Lola, Funk, she is also a Grade 12 student at Green High School."

A more detailed description of the female police officer.

And following the other party's description, a beautiful, youthful girl appeared in Goethe's mind. The other party had met "him" several times at school, but they didn't have any deep friendship, just the kind who passed by each other.

"I know, but I'm not very familiar with it."

Goethe replied truthfully.

"Yeah?"

The female police officer stared at Goethe, and Goethe responded frankly.

After the two sides looked at each other for three seconds, Xiusta on the side couldn't help coughing lightly.

"Sorry, Ann didn't mean it."

"She was in a different place before."

"Lola Funk just committed suicide by jumping off a building, and there is a text message from you in her mobile phone - it was around two o'clock in the afternoon, can you still remember what you sent?"

After making the atmosphere less tense, Xiusta asked.

"That 'bad luck message' was sent by Laura Funk?"

Goethe was very surprised.

It's not surprising, why did Laura Funk send him such a 'bad luck message'.

Instead, he wondered why Laura Funk had his cell phone number.

It couldn't have been picked randomly from the student contact booklet, could it?

"Yes, you don't know?"

"It's very popular among little girls recently."

Shusta continued to ask.

"I knew it was popular, but I didn't know it was Laura Funk."

Goethe still answered truthfully.

And the female police officer patrolled the room, walking like a tiger.

In the next ten minutes, Goethe and Shusta asked and answered.

Xiusta was very polite.

Obviously, the other party has concluded that Goethe is innocent and implicated.

until--

"Susta?"

"Come back with Ann!"

"Someone jumped off the building again in Green High School!"

A hurried voice sounded from the walkie-talkie of Shousta.

"Mr. Winchester, I am very pleased with your cooperation, and we will contact you if necessary!"

Shusta and Goethe were saying goodbye.

The female police officer had already rushed out of the room.

Goethe pondered for a moment and followed.

Not curiosity.

It's just because of the main task [Become a recognized folklorist within three months].

As a qualified 'folklorist', how could he stay out of this kind of case similar to 'bad luck text messages' - even if it is seriously said, 'bad luck text messages' should be classified as urban legends.

But it’s not too much for a ‘folklorist’ to investigate urban legends, right?

Sitting in the taxi, Goethe once again thanked the advancement of technology.

It's not that the carriage is bad.

But taxis are faster, more stable, and air-conditioned.

"9 yuan."

Looking at the numbers on the meter, Goethe took out a 10-yuan note, took the change back from the driver, pushed the door and got off.

Glancing at the 123 yuan property, Goethe's eyes were attracted by the crowd.

The cordon, the police and the crowd of onlookers.

Goethe determined his destination without asking.

Without pushing into the crowd, Goethe chose a higher position.

Immediately, he saw a corpse covered with a white cloth.

Scarlet smudged on the white cloth.

Several patrolmen are setting up tents to cover the body.

The two police officers, Xiusta and An, who had just met, began to question witnesses and investigate the roof of the building together with the rest of the police.

"You were the first to find the body?"

"Yes, no, we discovered it together."

"School ends at four o'clock in the afternoon. Why are you still not going home so late?"

"We wanted to send a bouquet of flowers to Laura, but who knew, who knew that Laura's friend Liz also had an accident!"

"It's a 'bad luck message'!"

"That's right, it's a 'bad luck message'!"

"I didn't forward it, I deleted it, what should I do?"

"so far so good!"

"I forwarded it!"

...

Facing a group of students, the inquiries of Shusta, An and others did not go well.

The panicked students tried their best to cooperate, but they didn't get what they said.

Especially when the "bad luck text message" was mentioned, he became even more panicked.

This caused Husta, An and the others a headache.

They certainly don't believe in so-called 'doom text messages'.

Even if there have been two 'suicides' related to 'bad luck text messages'.

But it must be a coincidence.

Or……

There is some connection they don't know about!

And this connection is the key point!

Xiusta, An and other police officers firmly believed in this.

Just where is the link?

Everyone can't tell.

As time passed, when the night fell completely, Xiusta, An and others had to end their inquiries.

"Everyone be quiet, everyone go home today!"

"Tomorrow we will come to make more detailed inquiries!"

Shusta said routinely.

Immediately, a group of students were about to leave under the comfort of the teachers.

But at this time——

"etc!"